#imagine you all run across a pet store and you see all the adorable puppies for sale

[bugeyedfreaks]

Him and mojo seem like the kinda ppl to get toghether to brainstorm new and exciting crimes. They speedrun crime

Yes, the love that they share is a mutual love for evildoing. They just have very different methods of doing it and I could see Him and Mojo arguing about each other’s methods and which is better: well-calculated plans for global domination through the use of advanced science and a brilliant intellect, or just toying with people through psychological manipulation (you can tell whose side I’m on lol).

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

The lost boys with a sweet and innocent s/o would include~

(Not my gifs)(requested by anonymous)

David~

- David likes innocence, it enthralls him because he’s so far from it himself. He’s drawn to it from the get go so expect that once he sees you he’s already planning a way to hook his claws into you.

- Not to mention your kindness. David; or any of the boys for that matter, is not used to just plain human decency. It’s been a while since he’s been treated with respect instead of just being seen as some delinquent walking amongst the people.

- You would undoubtedly become a motherly figure towards the boys; your caring and kind nature taking over when you’re around them.

- He’s a little touch starved so he’s happy to receive your affection and kindness.

- He always gives guys that knowing look when you come to his side after their attempted flirting or staring. Like he wants them to know he finds it amusingly pathetic, and that you might not realize what had just happened but he did.

- Sometimes he treats you like you’re fragile, like any touch of his could break you into a million pieces. You appear so soft and delicate to him that he couldn’t help but do so.

- He tries to keep you away when “scary” things are happening, not wanting you to be afraid of the boys and run off because you saw a skull being split open.

- If you do manage to see something he didn’t intend for you to see; whether that be a kill or some kind of behavior they take part in, he’ll try to comfort you.

-Although a part of him wants to keep you as a sweet, innocent little girl another part of him wants to completely ravage and corrupt you. He goes back and forth on the issue everytime he sees you.

- He’d love making you admit your not so innocent thoughts, the uncharacteristic feelings that come across you especially in regards to him. Hearing this angelic creature confessing how he makes them feel in a tone of flustered embarrassment, it “keeps him up at night” so to speak.

- All of the boys would kind of take advantage of your kindness and innocence but none of them quite as much as David. Let’s not forget that David is a villain and someone who tricks people into becoming a vampire. Chances are you wouldn’t be spared from this outcome, especially if he really liked you.

- With your innocence and tendency to help people, it would be easy for him to manipulate you into coming with them to the cave and subsequently joining them. And then he’d get to keep you forever.

Paul~

- Baby? Baby him? Please? The two of you alternate between pampering each other.

- He himself is a touchy boy so he likes to be touched in return, he’d make any excuse to have you pet him like a puppy.

- I suppose the boys can kinda get hurt but not a lot? Anyways he probably convinced you he was much more fragile than he actually is and pretended that he was hurt to get your sympathy and care.

- He’s a pretty wild person so you’ll have to try and keep him under wraps at times. You don’t want him ending up in jail for the night no matter how unlikely that outcome may be.

- He would make innuendos just to see your adorable confused face.

- He’d love to tease you about your naivety and innocence, saying things like “Well what a good girl you are” and “I bet you don’t even know what that is” with a grin.

- There has definitely been a few times where he’s mentioned the fact that nearly every source of vampire media thinks that they prefer drinking virgin blood. He teases you that perhaps he should give it a try.

- Hand holding, he likes to swing your hand back and forth.

- He aggressively flirts with you just to see your flustered expressions.

- He’s worried to show you his vampire face, you’re softer than the average person; at least your heart is, and even normal people are afraid of him. And he’s normally the epitome of a pretty boy, what would you think of the grotesque version of himself?

- Like pretty much all of the other boys in the group, he thinks your innocence is hot. While Paul doesn’t normally go for “good girls” there definitely is something intriguing about the thought of, well, deflowering you, and teaching you all the dirty little ins and outs of life.

Dwayne~

- Dwayne has always liked innocent girls, there’s just something about them that appeals to him in ways he can’t understand.

- Even though he dresses like he’s in a rock band, girls get bonus points in his book if their fashion style matches their heart, all lace and silk.

- You definitely make him look far less intimidating, the intensity of his usual glare being lessened by your smile and hand happily clutching his.

- He refuses to let the other boys “taint” you. He’ll glare daggers at them to stop them from explaining something dirty or prevent them from saying innuendos to you in the future.

- He sort of treats you like a child sometimes, wanting to preserve your innocence and sweetness for as long as he can; mostly because he hasn’t had anyone like you around him in such a long time. You balance out the evil that he sometimes feels is buried deep within himself and he doesn’t want to let that go.

- You might be embarrassed by some kind of childish thing you like/own but it makes him think you’re even more endearing than he originally thought you were.

- Protective. You and Laddie are on the same level in his book, both of you must be under his watchful gaze.

- He’d like to hold you close to him at all times, keeping you pressed against his chest or wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you’d walk along the boardwalk together.

- He loves watching you with Laddie, seeing how sweet you are to the little boy and how good you take care of him.

- Dwayne is a kind soul at heart so the two of you are actually quite similar. The both of you are definitely the nicest out of the group.

- While he thinks of you as something he wants to keep pure some of the looks he gives you makes it look like he wants to devour you whole.

- He’s also said some things that get your blood boiling no matter how innocent you may be. You can’t help the thoughts that run through your head or the way your body reacts when he’s telling you how sweet you are and how he can’t wait to taste your sweetness on his tongue.

- He tends to talk more around you because you just have a way of making him feel at ease and willing.

Marko~

- Marko’s always kind of down to fight so imagine how he’d act if someone tried to take advantage of you. He’s the hard man to your soft girl.

- The boardwalk cop likes you and will occasionally let him and the others off the hook just for you. You tend to keep them out of (big) trouble and it’s less work for him so he doesn’t mind giving in to your pleas.

- Marko would find it cute if you were apprehensive about causing mischief with them. He’d attempt to egg you into going through with it but would secretly be pleased when you’d continue to refuse.

- Always has a tender gaze set on you, he likes watching you just be your sweet little self.

- He tries to impress you with his pigeons because you’re a kind soul and would probably like the little creatures.

- He asks you to help him with his hair, both cutting and styling, he likes how carefully and tenderly you do so.

- Marko kinda craves approval and praise so he’s glad that you’re willing to give it to him.

- He’d like to tease you almost as much as Paul, giving you his signature Cheshire grin while he asks you questions and calls you sweet.

- He’d definitely play tricks on you knowing that you’d forgive him.

- He indulges your different more childlike interests, occasionally snagging little gifts from stores or tolerating a viewing of your favorite movie/show.

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

The Excuse: Donny Donowitz x Reader (Postwar AU)

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_____________ ***January, 1946*** Donny was walking through his neighborhood, just like he had every afternoon since he got back from the war. He never did that before... He was tired, but he could never sleep. He was angry, but there were no nazis he could (legally) scalp.   He couldn't seem to settle back down. Things in his mind didn't quite quiet down. Sometimes, it seemed like the war was still on. Donny was the man that killed Hitler, after all. It was hard to go back to being just Donny, Sy Donowitz' boy. He couldn't even seem to find someone to talk to. All the guys he used to go to school with, or play baseball with were either busy buying houses, busy with a baby or two, or busy with a brand new business. Some of those guys had bum knees now. Some of them just never came back... And the girls they all used to hang around with had 'just married' signs on their cars, or busy fighting to keep running the jobs they had the keys to during the war. They weren't the same kids sneaking into bars, playing ball, and dancing to brass bands. They were soldiers.

He walked with his hands in his coat pockets, looking down at the pavement. His shoes over the concrete were a stark contrast to worn down boots over snowy forest floors and enemy bones. He shut his eyes, wondering where the boys were now? Of course, he knew Aldo was in Tennessee....but where? Was he sitting up in his cabin? Was he visiting his sister? Telling his nieces and nephews stories they wouldn't believe till they read their history books? And Hugo? He'd moved to a quiet, small, almost impossible to find town in Connecticut. Was he finding the heart to talk to the girl at a corner store? Smitty?  Smitty lived in New York. He'd promised Donny he'd go back to school. He made it into NYU, was he in class right now? Was he visiting his grandparents? And Hirschberg? Was he out with his girl? Was he finally looking for a ring? And Omar? Wicki? What were they all up to? Were they all having a hard time going back to the way things used to be? Donny glanced at his watch. 5:47 PM. A year earlier this time, they'd be camped out somewhere between France and Germany, listening to Aldo telling stories. Hugo would be sharpening a knife.  Omar and Donny would be fighting about baseball. He sighed, walking around the corner, finding his street. He heard a dog barking. An old, half-blind, but excited pitbull trotted up to the fence. "Hey Bugsy! Hey girl!" Donny smiled, as he crouched by the fence and reached through, petting Bugsy. His neighbors had that dog since he was in high school. Bugsy belonged to the kid next door, Andrew. He went to school with Donny. He played ball with Donny. He went to war with Donny. He was a marine. He never came back. But, ever since Bugsy was a puppy, she'd always seen Donny and Andrew walk down the street together, after school, after practive, after games. Ever since Donny came back from the war, and walked down the street, back to his home, with his uniform on, Bugsy whined and cried excitedly, thinking Andrew was following. And every time Bugsy saw Donny, she'd bark and whine, happily thinking Andrew wouldn't be long. Donny sighed, as he patted her head, "Sorry Bugs. He ain't comin' home today either." He started to get up, and she began to whine. He sighed with a soft smile, "I know, Bugs... I miss him too." She sat, putting her paw up against the fence. Donny chuckled a little, "I'll be back tomorrow. Promise," as he walked over to his home, just next door. He shuffled through the rest of the day blankly, as he did most days. Soldiers... He sighed, Most of them seemed to be perfectly happy, somehow settling back in seamlessly...At least, it seemed that way to Donny. He was happy to be back in his dad's barbershop again, but...he'd often look out the window with a quiet sigh, missing some things he'd left behind. Like the basterds. Life seemed to move ever so slowly now...And there was no one he could share it with. Night bled into morning, and he was working again. He was sweeping up his dad's shop, just before opening. He smelled coffee, and remembered the day after the war ended. The basterds woke up in a tavern, somewhere in Paris they hadn't been before. Covered in streamers, with headaches, and a flight home, they all drank some coffee to ease the aftermath of the last night's celebreation The bells at the shop's door rang, and he turned around, snapping out of that distant memory of a small pub in a forgotten corner of Paris. It was afternoon now... "Mikey!" Donny grinned, seeing his kid brother standing there. When Donny left, he was just a sweet kid, somewhere in the middle of that awkward middle-school age. He was halfway through high school now, following in Donny's footsteps as a star on the baseball team, and almost as tall as him, too. Time felt so slow now that he was home, but it seemed to have gone by in the blink of an eye when he  was gone. "Donny!" He seemed as though he had the secrets to the universe in his hands...but Donny, and everyone in their lives, frankly, was getting used to that. He was beginning to take a psychology course...and...he thought he had half the damn neighborhood figured out. He went on a million-word-per-second kind of rant, but Donny picked out a few things. Something about war, veterans, sleep, and emotions. "I'm fine, kid." Donny shook his head, grinning. "You worry too much." He stopped for  a second, and looked at him. "You're like ma, y'know." "Very funny, look!" He shuffled through a folder, and dug out a diagram, and all the symptoms that matched what he saw in Donny. At the very top, underlined, highlighted, and pointed out in arrows were  three words: Thousand-Yard Stare. "Mikey! Your mother's been looking all over for you!" Sy Donowitz, their father, emerged, half saving Donny from his brother's persistence, while saving himself from his wife's wrath. "Alright pop..." Mikey sighed, though he glanced at Donny. Donny was red in the face, frustrated. To him, it was like Mikey airing out his dirty laundry, so to speak. "He means well, Donny." His father patted him on the back. "Yeah, I know." Donny sighed, now feeling guilty for feeling angry, and angry for feeling anything and everything. And then nothing. He sighed, as he sat on his bed after work, muttering "Fuck a duck." Something crumpled beneath him, and he stood up. It was Mikey's diagram, along with a school report. Mikey's first draft for a psychology paper, and he chose to write about veterans. Donny read half of it, and had to put it down. He knew he needed some help, but he wasn't sure where to begin. He walked downstairs, and went out for a walk, as always. Only this time, he went farther than usual. Halfway across town. In fact, he made it downtown. He couldn't get his mind off of the essay. He knew Mikey meant well. Donny wasn't sleeping much, he couldn't get his mind off war. He just couldn't go back to being Donny. His mind suddenly snapped back to Boston, to 1946, to the present. He saw you, on the ground, right in front of him, trying to pick up some papers. He'd literally run into you. "Fuck a duck," He leaned down, helping you pick some of them up. His hand brushed against yours, and you looked at him for the first time. "Say..." Your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled a little, "You're Donny Donowitz." "That's me." He smiled, though he sounded a  little exasperated. You stammered, a little star struck. After all, it's not every day you meet a war her like that....Well, it's 1946, you do... But it's not every day you meet one of the basterds. He'd picked up on that, and chuckled a little, used to it. "Nice to meet ya..." "Y/n." It took you a moment to remember your own name. "Y/n," he repeated with a kind smile, slowly handing over the papers he picked up. He spotted pictures of dogs on different sheets, and realized they were some sort of records. "What's that?" He seemed genuinely curious. You sighed, shuffling the papers back in order, "Records of the dogs' vaccines, just updated them. Gotta bring them back to the-" You laughed a little at yourself, realizing he had no idea what you were talking about. You took a breath, starting over, "I train  therapy dogs." "Really?" His face lit up a little, and you didn't quite catch on to why just yet. You nodded with a grin. Even thinking of your work made you feel happy. "It's been real busy for a year or so. Lots of veterans have been looking into it." He smiled, "I might, too." "Everyone's gone home for the day...maybe...you'd like a private tour?" You winked, and he asked, "You won't get in trouble for it, will ya?" You laughed, "Ah, fuck the rules." He smirked, knowing you'd get along just together just fine. He followed you to your work,  you brought him out to see the dogs. You left for a minute to go file away the papers, and came back to find Donny sitting on the ground, playing with all the dogs. One dog in particular seemed to instantly be attached to him. "Hey boy!" Donny laughed as he petted a border collie. You crouched by, smiling "His name's Charlie." "He's fucken adorable." Donny kept playing with the dogs, though that one in particular melted his heart. "Isn't he?" You chuckled. You'd realize that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Donny came by every day, just after closing time to spend time with Charlie. (There was a little more to it than that, but  you didn't catch on yet) You didn't mind staying a little late. You liked Donny's company. And...it made your heart sing to see him so happy around the dogs. A few months passed. You realized there was an empty spot, and your heart dropped. Charlie had been adopted. "Oh no..." You sighed, knowing someone needed and deserved a dog like that. It was going to happen eventually, after all. You'd told Donny there was a big demand for therapy and service dogs lately. So...why did it hurt so much? You were always a little down when a dog was adopted, but never this much. You sat by your desk, and slumped a little as the day went on. You got frustrated with yourself, denying the reason you were so upset. With Charlie gone, maybe Donny would stop coming by. You shook your head, denying that was what upset you. But...you weren't much of a liar. "Maybe just a little..." You sighed, watching the hours go by, knowing at the end of the day you'd have to break the news to Donny.

It was closing time, your coworkers left one by one, and you sighed, "Fuck..." You realized in that painfully long wait that you were hopelessly in love with that basterd. There was a familiar knock on the window. You turned around slowly, and your heart broke, seeing how excited Donny seemed. Even more so than usual... All the more heart breaking You opened the door, about to break it to him... Rip the bandaid off, really. But before you could say anything, you realized Donny was holding on to a leash. "It was YOU?!" "I adopted Charlie!" He laughed, though he seemed happy, there was one more thing he wanted. "Are you...busy?" He smirked a little, already knowing the answer. Now that you didn't have to sneak Donny into work, your schedule was wide open... He knew that. He'd have to find new excuses to come see you. But, for now,  as you walked with him through town, and his arm wrapped around you gently, but protectively, you both knew it was the beginning of something more.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Can I request a MC taking Saeyoung to a cat cafe for a date?! I imagine he would want to go crazy with all the cats but they would all run and hide behind MC. hehehe

CATS CATS CAAAATSSSSS

That’s adorable hell yeah!

Warning: get ready for so many cat puns you’re litter-ally going to want to scream so bad lmao

Furmidable Date! (Saeyoung x MC)

It had been a while since you and Saeyoung had gone out. Recently you had been busy preparing for the party, and Saeyoung was spending more time with his twin!

So one day, when Saeran had gone out to hang out with Yoosung, and you and your boyfriend had the day off, you decided to surprise him.

He was sleeping in, even though it was almost 1pm, so you jumped on the bed and started kissing him all over his face.

“WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPPPPPPP” you yelled.

“Aghhhh....Not the kiss attack....It’s super effective....” Saeyoung grumbled, and slowly opened his eyes, looking up at you.

“Why’re you up so early?”

“Saeyoung it’s 1pm please.”

“Five more minutesssss” he groaned and turned around, hiding under his pillow.

“No sir! If you don’t get up right now, you won’t get to see my surprise!”

“S U R P R I S E?!” Saeyoung quickly stood up and smiled brightly. “You got a surprise for me?! Why didn’t you say so?! I’m up!”

You giggled and ruffled his hair. “Well mister, first I need you to take a shower, because we have to go out.”

“Sure thing cap’n!”

Saeyoung gave you a little salute and walked over to your bathroom, an excited bounce in his step.

You couldn’t stop smiling, you just couldn’t wait to see his reaction!

Now you only had to get ready, so you sneaked up to the bathroom and surprised poor Saeyoung (he grabbed you and dragged you to take a shower with him tho lmao)

******

“OH MY FREAKING GOD Y/N WHAT THE HECK?!” Saeyoung screamed and quickly walked over to the entrance of a big pink building.

“YOU BROUGHT ME TO A CAT CAFE?! A CAT. CAFE?!” He asked with wide eyes.

You giggled and nodded.

Saeyoung looked like a child who had just walked into a candy store, and he was about to go inside the building when he quickly turned around and hugged you tight, spinning you around, and giving you a big kiss.

“I WANT TO MARRY YOU HOLY SHIT!”

“Well with a surpurrise like this I’d like to marry me too.” You chuckled and Saeyoung rolled his eyes, but a wide smile took over his face.

And with that, he grabbed your hand and quickly brought you over to the cat cafe.

It was absolutely, fucking adorable.

There were cats everywhere, each a different breed and color. The waitress smiled, and guided you towards a table near a bunch of cats.

Before she could ask what you would both like to order, Saeyoung raised his hand.

“Can I go pet the cats?!” He asked, his face in a serious thin line, but his eyes full of...determination? You noticed that his leg was quickly bouncing up and down under the table.

The woman nervously smiled. “W-well yeah, it is a cat cafe so feel free to-”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Saeyoung bolted out of his seat and went over to the cats.

“LOVE ME” he screamed, and the cats....well they did not want to be with him lmao.

“Someone’s excited.” The waitress smirked.

You shyly smiled and nodded. “He adores cats. That’s the reason why I brought him here, actually!”

“Aw that’s wonderful! Oh hey, if you get attached to a cat feel free to adopt it! We mostly take in cats from shelters that don’t have enough space, or families that just can’t take care of them, so if you want to adopt one please tell us! They’re all sweethearts, so don’t be afraid to play with them!”

You gave a nervous smile. You weren’t really sure about a cat at home. With Saeyoung.

Yeah that would be a disaster.

But of course you didn’t tell the waitress that, you just nodded and ordered your food.

After the waitress had gone, you walked over to Saeyoung, who was currently trying to lure some cats out from under a table.

“Having fun tormenting the cats?” You teasingly asked, and Saeyoung groaned.

“I don’t get why they don’t want to come near me! Seriously, is my love too much for them? Or do they just have a thing against redheads?” He pouted.

You laughed and sat down next to him, making some clicking noise with your tongue, while extending your hand so the cats could come closer.

“Y/N trust me, that’s not going to work. I’ve tried.”

He was proven wrong however, when the four cats hiding from Saeyoung came out and rubbed themselves all against you, one of them laying near your foot, the other in your lap and the other two getting pet by you.

“I’m sorry Saeyoung, you were saying?” You mischievously smiled up at him.

Saeyoung glared at you and tried to grab one of the cats, but they hissed at him, and Saeyoung looked at them, hurt.

“Aw Saeyoung don’t make that face! I’m purr-eety sure they’re not doing it on pawpose.” You winked, and Saeyoung tried his best not to smile.

“Well my beautiful Y/N, I’m having the feline that these cats are being super judgemental. And I did not come here to be treated like this.” He glared at the cats, and you laughed.

“Aw , I’m sure one of them will come soon....maybe....”

“HEY!”

And so while you both waited for your food, you kept teasing Saeyoung about the cats.

It was great and you had never enjoyed teasing someone this much.

Once the food came, Saeyoung gloomily made his way to the table, and you accompanied him.

While you ate you looked up at him. He was actually pretty sad, from the looks of it, and you actually felt bad.

“Aw Saeyoung, I’m sorry. I brought you here to spend time with the cats and have some fun...but I don’t think you are....” you sighed.

Saeyoung quickly shook his head, and grabbed your hand from across the table.

“Nonsense! You drove me all the way here to give me a surprise! And it’s not your fault the cats don’t want to be with me, maybe they just have a feeling that I may be to extreme with them.” He smiled reassuringly at you, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask ‘really?’ And he nodded.

After the both of you finished eating, you went to the bathroom for a bit, and when you came back you saw Saeyoung who was laying with an orange kitty on his lap.

“Y/N I got one, I don’t know how but I got one and I want to keep it.”

“You want to keep him?”

Saeyoung nodded.

“I’ve gotten attached to him and now I can’t let go. Y/N, I’m ready to be a cat dad, it’s something I’ve been preparing for my whole life, and I think the time has finally come.”

You sighed and walked over to Saeyoung, sitting down next to him and petting the cat, who began to purr even louder. Meanwhile Saeyoung looked at you with some puppy eyes, begging for you to please get the cat.

“Saeyoung, you can’t even take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of a cat?” You seriously asked.

Saeyoung+cat= disaster.

You knew that Saeyoung would care for the kitty as if it was his baby, you knew that, but you also knew that Saeyoung sometimes acted like a baby, and that two babies in a house were a recipe for disaster. If you already had to clean up after some silly little mess Saeyoung made, imagine with a cat?!

But as you were about to point all of that out, you saw him smiling down at the kitty, his eyes full of joy, and you couldn’t help but sigh.

“Fine. You really want him?”

“Yupyupyup!” He excitedly nodded.

You smiled and stood up, walking over to talk to the waitress from before.

After talking for a bit, the waitress happily made all the arrangements for the cat!

She was also giving you all the stuff you might need, and she even gave you a little collar! But as she was about to pick the cat up to actually put it on it she nervously looked at you two and bit her lip.

“So um...you see, most cats around here come from shelters or families. Some of them arrive alone...and some of them in pairs. They normally don’t get too attached but this one...well this kitty came with his little brother, and they’re both inseparable. The other one can barely get around without him, and I’m afraid if you want to adopt this one you’re going to have to adopt the other one too...but it’s fine if you want another one! There’s always-”

“We want them both.” Saeyoung said. He looked up at you, with a serious expression, but he was also looking for your approval.

The waitress looked over to you and you nervously bit your lip.

Well....two cats wouldn’t hurt right? Besides, the lady said that the cats were really close...and you didn’t want to separate them.

Finally, you sighed and nodded. “Yes. We would want them both please.”

Saeyoung and the waitress both gave you a big smile, and she got the other kitten to bring it over to you.

When you were done you said your goodbyes and thanked the waitress for everything, and you sat on the car, both cats sleeping peacefully on your lap.

As Saeyoung drove he kept looking at them from the corner of his eye, and when you asked if anything was wrong he shook his head and smiled.

“It’s just....I’m sorry, I know you didn’t really want to take a cat home, and now here you are with two of them. And I knew I was asking for a lot when I asked you to adopt one...But...when that woman mentioned that it actually had a sibling that he couldn’t really be separated from...it reminded me of me and Saeran.” He gave a dry laugh and looked at you. “Probably sounds really stupid doesn’t it? Comparing me and my brother to some cats?”

You shook your head and caressed his cheek.

“It’s fine Saeyoung. Even though it will be a lot of work, I’m sure we can get the hang of it. And your reason for adopting them is completely fine, I’m sure both kittens are very happy that you choose them. Besides, how hard can taking care of two cats be?”

.....

It was actually really hard lmao.

First of all, one of the kittens was way to fucking energetic. He would get on the counters and try to look for food, making a mess. He would also rip the curtains and run around the house jumping everywhere.

Meanwhile, the other cat had actually gotten really attached to Saeran. Literally.

He would follow him around everywhere.

At first Saeran didn’t want anything to do with the cat. He would glare at him, and whenever he followed him to his room he’d kick him out.

But slowly...Saeran got attached to him. He even gave it a name!

Midnight. (Yup Saeran is edgy like that lmao.)

The other one was named by Saeyoung, who named it Circinus, after the Circinus Galaxy (And you were glad he named the cat that, because one time he told you that if he ever had a kid he would name it that, and you just got a huge load off your shoulders by suggesting to give the name to the cat.)

Also, get ready for so many cat pictures spam.

Jumin and Saeyoung will get into a full on war to try and find out who’s cat is cuter.

(Zen didn’t even know what to expect when he logged in the chatroom anymore the poor man.)

Even though taking care of the cats was hard, you both really enjoyed it!

They were like your kids, and you and Saeyoung spoiled them so much.

Going to the cat cafe would be something that the two of you would do daily, and Saeyoung loved taking pictures of the cats and showing off to Jumin (who actually now wanted to start a cat cafe business. Honestly it wasn’t such a bad idea, except you had to make sure he didn’t overwork Jaehee.)

And like that, your cat adventure begun! Saeyoung would forever be grateful that you took him to the cat cafe, and he made sure to spoil you too!

You loved waking up to your boyfriend, and your cat sleeping beside you, the curtains letting in a bit of sun.

And those moments, you would think that your life couldn’t get even more purr-fect.

(IM SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT AND I HAD TOO, LMAO)

Also it’s currently 5am, did I get up to write this? Yes, yes I did (fuck sleep amirite?) 😌

Hope you enjoyed it! :P

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Prompty thing... 8, 13, 57. Any one you'd like. 💚💜

Prompts: “You’re seriously like a man-child” (8), “I lost our baby” (13), and “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!” (57)

A/N: Thanks for the prompt!! I went with Steve Harrington, and it’s a modern AU-mostly so I could use cell phones. I wrote this relatively quickly, so it’s probably not the most perfect piece of writing in the world, but I still really like how it turned out. :)

The first day you left your new puppy home alone with your boyfriend was an utter disaster. 

Over the weekend, you and Steve had visited an animal shelter. You both had terrible puppy fever, and ever since you’d moved in together, Steve had been begging you to get a pet. However, since you both worked minimum-wage jobs, you decided that adding another financial strain on your budget-no matter how cute-would be a terrible idea. Thus, you settled on the idea of volunteering at your local animal shelter on the weekends. Then, Steve could get his furry-friend-fix, and you could cuddle some cute canines without having to spend a penny. It sounded like a great idea.

However, as soon as a worker asked if you wanted to see the newly-arrived litter of puppies, you knew you’d made a terrible mistake. The moment Steve laid eyes on the tiny mutts, he started begging you to let him take one home. He was currently engaged in a ferocious match of tug-a-war with the puppies while launching a steady stream of pleas at you.

“Come on, Y/N, please?” Steve whines.

“Babe, you know I want a dog just as much as you do. They’re just a lot of work.”

“I know, I know. But between the two of us, we can handle it,” Steve says. He picks up one of the furry balls of energy. It squirms slightly as he holds it up, and its chocolate eyes bore into your soul. “How can you say no to this sweet face?”

You bite your lip-a sure-fire sign that your defenses are down. Steve cradles the puppy in his arms like a child, and you melt at the sight of your adorable boyfriend rocking an even-cuter baby animal. (Of course, you’d never tell him that last part.)

“Can’t you imagine this lil guy-” Steve squints down at the puppy “I mean, this lil girl sleeping at the end of our bed? Playing fetch with her in the backyard? Can’t you just imagine that?”

Of course you can imagine it. You can’t stop imagining it, now that Steve’s planted the idea in your head.

“Come on, baby. I’ll potty train her, feed her, take her out on walks…I’ll do everything. Just please let me get her.”

“You’re seriously like a man child, you know that?” you chuckle, shaking your head.

The pout that Steve’s pink lips automatically curl into only further proves your statement. But you hate seeing him sad (even fake sad), and he knows that, so his childish strategy works.

Forty-five minutes later, you’re driving home with both your boyfriend and his new best friend in the passenger seat. The windows are rolled down, and two heads-one canine, one human-stick out of the car. Two velvety ears flap in the wind, along with Steve’s majestic mane. (You shudder to think of the knots he’ll have to work out of his hair later.) Steve’s arms wrap protectively around the puppy in his lap.

Because you had no intentions of coming home with a third family member that day, you and Steve lack the proper supplies to care for an animal. Therefore, you’ve decided to run to the pet store while Steve introduces your child dog to her new home. You drop him off and head to the store.

You’re waltzing around the store, trying to choose between two different collars, when your cell phone rings. Steve’s face pops up on your screen. He’s clearly in motion by the way he bounces in and out of frame.

“Hey, just in time!” you say, moving the camera so that Steve can see the display of collars before you. “Do you see anything you-”

“I lost our baby, Y/N.”

Your face falls, and you switch the camera batch to selfie mode.

“Please tell me you’re talking about the vinyl we bought last week or something and not the dog we just adopted.”

“She looked like she needed to pee, so I took her out, and she made a break for it,” Steve huffs, out of breath. “I’ve been running around the neighborhood for the past ten minutes, but there’s no sign of her.”

“Really, Harrington? The dog’s been in our care for less than two hours. What happened to you being a ‘damn good babysitter’?”

“Turns out I’m not as great of a pet sitter,” he sighs. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

You rush out of the store and speed all the way home. 

To your surprise, when you arrive back at the house, Steve’s sitting on the front step, hugging the puppy to his chest.

“Where did you find her?” you yell as you make your way across the lawn. 

Steve jumps slightly, then smiles sheepishly at you.

“Hiding under the couch,” he says. “I guess she snuck back into the house when I wasn’t looking.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington,” you sigh, collapsing on the porch step beside him. “An idiot who you just adopted a dog with,” Steve says, gently bumping your shoulder with his. “I think that means you’re stuck with me forever.”

You roll your eyes but can’t keep the cheesy grin off your face. The puppy wiggles out of Steve’s grip and onto his shoulder. Her tiny tongue licks your cheek.

It’s a pretty good little family you’ve got started here.

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Drake's Diary ch.26 -I Like Me Better

The Royal Romance canon from Drake's POV

Words: 5415

This one got a bit away from me, so I'm sorry it's kinda long...I do hope it's worth it :)

Also, the song "I Like Me Better" by Lauv just kept repeating itself over and over in my head while writing this. In fact, it can probably be applied to several upcoming chapters.

 Master List (Catch Up Here)

Drake sighs, looking around this high-end jewelry store looking for present for Liam. New York City…it was just as big and glamourous as he remembered. He has mixed feelings about this city that Emma calls home…but at the very least, he should be able to find a good wedding gift for Liam here. After all, the city has everything. Surely there must be something Liam is lacking…. right?

  He walks around the cases, admiring wrist watches, pocket watches, necklaces…then his eyes fall on the glittering display of diamond engagement rings. He swallows, hard. There’s no way he can ever afford one of these, and only one woman he desperately wants to give one to. A sales clerk came over to him with a bright smile.

“Is there anything you would like to see closer?”

All of them.

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing on one in particular.

“Ah, excellent choice. You have exquisite taste.” The clerk removes one with a simple white gold band and a princess cut diamond that stands on its own, sparkling brighter than all the rest.

“Wow, that’s…”

“It’s 10 carats, it’s a D on the GIA scale, also IF in quality, which makes it a very rare, very sought-after diamond. You really won’t find one better, except maybe for a higher carat, which I can show you a few of those as well…”

“Drake?”

Drake jumped so high in the air, he was suddenly at a different case altogether. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, God, what is she doing here? How does she appear everywhere I wind up?? Okay, pull it together, Walker and she’ll never know what you were just dreaming about.

“Oh, hey, Rose.” Can she hear my heart thumping right now? It seems louder than normal…

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a store. Anyone can go into a store.”

She rose an eyebrow. “Sure, but you’re the last person I expected to see looking at necklaces that require a down payment.”

After casting a quick glance around the mostly-empty store, he gave an apologetic look to the clerk that was showing him the ring, and she winked, quickly replacing it and walking away completely unseen by Emma.

And now she thinks I’m actually proposing to Rose. Shit.

 Seeing that he was now indeed in front of a case of necklaces, he sighs, half in relief, and half in frustration. “Alright, you caught me. I’m looking for a wedding gift for Liam.”

“In a jewelry store?”

“What? You don’t think he’d want one of those?” He scanned the case quickly and pointed to the first piece he saw that was not completely feminine, a gold medallion covered in so many gems that the gold is barely visible.

He could tell Emma was trying to smother a laugh. “You want to give Liam a medallion? Liam isn’t a pirate.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Too much?”

“Oh, not if you’re also getting him a galleon and a parrot and an eye patch…”

“I can barely afford this medallion.” Drake broke in.

Which is code for there’s not a chance in hell I’ll ever afford that, or anything else in this store.

“Then, yeah. It’s a bit much.” Emma patted him on the shoulder.

He nodded, not surprised in the slightest that coming into this store was a bad idea, for multiple reasons. “Hmm…Back to the drawing board. So, did you just come here to shoot down my gift ideas, or are you looking for something?”

He watched her face fall. “I’m supposed to pick up Madeleine’s wedding ring.”

His mouth fell open. “Wow. That’s cold, even for her.”

What a fucking bitch. I already knew she was a bitch…well everyone knows she’s a bitch…but damn, she is definitely a bitch.

The jeweler waves her over to the counter. When she gives him Madeleine’s name, he rushes off and returns with a small box containing simple gold band.

Huh. “That’s it? I was expecting something more…”

“Elaborate?” She guessed.

“I was going to say pretentious.”

“I think it’s lovely. Simple, yet elegant. You’ve got to hand it to Madeleine. She’s always stylish.”

He saw the way she was looking at the ring longingly, detecting a note of sadness in her voice, and his heart dropped a bit.

Say something. “Shouldn’t it be covered in…I don’t know…diamonds?”

Now she broke into a smile. “You’re thinking engagement rings. Those are usually the sparkly ones.” She pointed over to the counter he had originally been at when she walked in.

“….Right.” He studies the ring avoiding eye contact with the sales clerk he originally spoke to, his expression going somber. “I guess their wedding’s coming up pretty fast.”

“Yeah…”

There’s that sad look again. She’s really upset about Liam marrying. God, my heart feels like it’s breaking right now. Stupid me, imagining for even one second that I would ever get a chance to marry her.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to put all that behind him. “We’ll find Tariq soon, Rose. We have to.”

“If we do, what will that mean for…us?”

Like I said in the beginning, there is no us.

Drake doesn’t quite meet her eyes when he replies. “It’ll be good news for you and Liam. You’ve had to live with this hanging over you for long enough.”

She gently placed her hand over his, curling their fingers around each other’s. “That’s not what I asked, Drake. Once my name is cleared…I can be with whoever I want.”

That’s true but…we all know who you’ll pick. Your face just said it all.

“I…I guess that depends on what you want, then, Rose.” He rubs the back of his neck, glancing around the store once again. “If you’re done here, do you want to give me a hand with Liam’s gift? He’s my best friend. I want to get him something good, but I think I’m in over my head here.”

A slow smile spread across her face. “Drake…are you inviting me on a shopping trip?”

“Don’t make me regret it.” He groaned.

“What I meant is, I would be honored to accompany you.”

“Come on then.” She follows him out the door. They try the pet store…

Emma grimaced. “I don’t know…”

Drake holds the yellow Labrador puppy in his hands out to her, its tail wagging. “Come on, Rose. Liam has always loved dogs.”

“Do you really want to make a puppy live with Madeleine?”

Good point. Didn’t think of that.

He slowly lowers the puppy back into its pen. “You’re safer here, pal.”

They try the furniture store. Almost as soon as Drake walks in, he spots the most perfect, leather, manly chair he’s ever seen in his life. He grinned walking right over to it. “This is it, Rose. A deluxe recliner, dual cup holders, over fifty massage settings…”

“Really? I’m sure Liam owns plenty of chairs.” She said skeptically.

He gave her a Look. “You’ve clearly never sat on the Cordonian throne. Let’s just say Liam’s gonna need back support after sitting on that thing.”

She laughed. “I’m not even going to ask how you know that…and I think we can do better than a dad’s dream chair.”

A dad’s dream chair?? What am I coming to??

Drake heaves himself out of the recliner, sighing.

“Unless you want it.” She teased.

“Nah. I’m not shipping that thing back to Cordonia.” But maybe there is one similar back home. Just can’t let anyone know I own a dad’s chair. Ever. At least, not until I’m actually a dad, but first…Gotta get the girl.

Not really paying attention he walked into the next store, shaking his thoughts of being married and having children.

“The hardware store? Seriously?”

Drake stares wistfully at a plasma cutter at the back of the shop. I mean, there could have been worse stores to walk blindly into…I guess.

“What would you even use that for? What would Liam use that for?”

Think, idiot, think.  “Engraving…medals? Come on, it’s a tool. Every guy appreciates a handy power tool…”

His gaze fell to her lips as she bit her bottom one. “Drake…it’s adorable how bad you are at this.”

He shook his head smiling ruefully. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment.”

“I’m just glad I was here to witness this.”

“That makes one of us.” He frowned. I’m really making myself look like a complete idiot today.

She put her hand in the crook of his arm, nodding towards the door. “Come on. You look like you need a break.”

She leads Drake out of the store and to a bench down the block. They both slump onto it, exhausted.  He groaned. “Trying to find a present for this wedding is like torture.”

“I take it you’re not a fan of the usual wedding traditions.”

Drake runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “I’ve got nothing against tradition. But there are nice, simple ceremonies, and then there are international engagement tours.”

She gave a soft smile. “So what would your ‘simple’ wedding look like?”

My wedding?

He gives her a thoughtful look. “Should I ask why you’re asking…” Not like it would even matter, I’d probably make myself look like a fool no matter what she says.

She winked. “Let’s just say I’m curious.”

He blushed and looked down at the ground. “I guess it’d be something small. A short reception and a ceremony, just a few friends and family…”

“Luckily, you only have a few friends and family.” She swatted his arm playfully.

He rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, Rose.”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Let me guess. Your ring bearer would be…Little Bartie.”

Bartie…oh my…what a brilliant idea. And she thought of it…as though she’s thought of it before…“Huh. I hadn’t really thought about it, but you know…That’d be great.” He found himself grinning from ear to ear, and hers seemed to match.

“Imagine him in a tiny suit!” She squealed.

“Heh. Yeah, Savannah would be over the moon.”

“What about the best man? I vote for Liam. I bet he’d throw you the perfect bachelor party. Barbecue and stiff drinks galore. And he’d be good at speeches…He’d never embarrass you.” She pointed out.

He found himself completely mesmerized by the way her eyes were shining…and he had a strange feeling her smile had nothing to do with Liam, and everything to do with his idea of a small wedding. Hell, this is the first time anyone has ever asked what I want. “Hmm. Liam is a strong contender.”

Her eyes flit down to his lips. “That leaves one question. Who are you marrying in this scenario?”

Dare I imagine her walking down the aisle towards me?

“…Is it me?”

His eyebrows shot up. Goddamn it, how does she do that??

 “I…” A slight blush to his cheeks as he looks at her, half smiling, half surprised. Alright. I’ll bite.

 “Are you proposing to me, Rose?” He asked, his voice thick with desire.

She looks at him knowingly. “Trust me, if I were, you’d know.”

Of that I have no doubt. But until then…

“Then maybe that’s a question for another time.” He nudged her shoulder. “Enough daydreaming for now. I still need a present for Liam.” He sighs. “Liam has always been there for me, and…well, you know him. He always gives the perfect gifts.”

She chuckled. “It’s like his superpower.”

He nodded. “I just wanted to return the favor for once. But I’m stumped.”

“Relax, Drake. You just need to remember the secret to finding a good present. The secret is picking something unique to you.”

“If I get him whiskey, he’d probably laugh. Hell, I’d have to laugh at myself.”

She laughed heartily. “No, no. What I mean is, you know Liam better than anyone. You’ve been through thick and thin together. Anyone can get him something he’d enjoy, but what’d something you know he’d really appreciate?”

“I don’t know wh…” He breaks off suddenly, his gaze falling across something metallic in the window of a nearby antique store. Perfect.  “Wait. I’ve got it.” He leaps up from the bench and ducks into the store, picking up the object he’d noticed, an antique compass. This is beyond perfect. He quickly cashes out, then hurries back over to Emma, grinning. “This is what I’m giving Liam.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “It’s neat, but…why a compass? Are you worried Liam will get lost in the wilds of Cordonia?”

He shook his head. “He’s always had guards and royal staff around, so he’s never needed a compass. But they can’t always be there for him. Even I can’t always be there for him. If he’s ever out on his own, or if he ever feels like he’s losing his way, I thought it might be a nice reminder.”

Her gaze softened. “I get the feeling you’re talking about more than cardinal directions.”

Drake shifts his weight back and forth, glancing down at the compass. “Constantine was a decent king for years, but by the time he retired, he’d lost sight of what really mattered. Look at everything he put you and Liam through. I don’t ever want that to happen to Liam. So, I thought he could use a compass to follow. Something to remind him to stay true to what he believes in. What do you think? Too cheesy?”

She was looking at him with her intense gaze, the one he’s become so familiar with, the one that makes him actually think that at the end of all this, he will be the one she chooses. His heart flutters under that gaze and his future is full of possibilities he’d always been afraid to dream of.

“Drake…You’re a thoughtful guy under that gruff exterior.”

You would know. You bring it out in me.  “I’m just trying to look out for Liam.”

“I know, Drake. That’s what people who care about their friends do. Liam will love it.”

“I hope so.” He carefully tucks the compass into his pocket and lets out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank god that’s over with.”

She laughed, the sound of it ringing like a bell. “Now we just have to get through this United Nations party.”

Actually….. “It’s not until tonight. Why don’t we unwind for a bit? We just endured an eternity of shopping. I think we’ve earned it.”

She bit her lip again, a hint of a smile on her mouth. “Hmm. It could be fun to show you around the neighborhood…Sign me up for some relaxation!”

I love that she never says no. When it works to my advantage.

“That’s what I’m talking about. What’s our first stop?”

But Emma’s not even looking at him, and he follows Emma’s gaze and freezes, seeing an outfit in a neighboring shop window.

She grabs his arm in excitement “Oh. My. God. I promise I’ll get you a drink after we try one more store.”

Uh-uh. No way. “That is not happening.”

“All you have to do is try it on. Pleeease.” She begged

Oh god, she’s begging. I just….I can’t fight that!

“The things I do for your amusement.” He grumbles, following her into the store. The clerk brings him over to the changing room, and then brings the outfit. He puts it on and stares at himself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

Gotta admit…lookin good, Walker. And it’s not like she’ll ever let me walk out of here without it so…what’s that term? Flaunt it if you got it? Or is that for breasts? Butts? Ugh, who cares.

 He emerges a few minutes later in a dark red Henley, grey slacks, and to complete the outfit, sunglasses.

She whistled. “You’ve never looked hotter.”

His jaw dropped at her cat calling him. “You…you like this kind of thing?”

“I’m just saying it’s pretty flattering.” She runs a finger down his muscular chest.

Drake stretches experimentally. He frowns down at the Henley shirt. “It’s…comfy. I’ll give it that. I’ll buy this getup if you make good on that drink you promised me.”

“Deal. I know just the spot.” She announced proudly.

He nodded and went to the register, paying a bit more than he ever expected he would on clothes. But the look on Emma’s face…she looked like she could eat me up. And I would definitely let her.

She leads Drake through the mazelike streets to a familiar door…and into her old bar.

He looks around, his eyes widening in recognition. “Hey, I remember this place.”

“I haven’t been here since that night at Liam’s bachelor party. My old bar…at least it hasn’t burned down without me.”

He gave her a curious look. “Heh. Some things never change.”

“Yeah. Although there might be a few new wine stains on those cushions…”

A stifled yawn comes from behind the counter as the server comes strolling out of the kitchen, as if having all the time in the world.

“Good afternoon. Are you two looking for a tab—Oh my god. Emma???”

“Daniel!!!!” Emma ran up to him and practically knocked him over in a bear hug.

What the hell? Who the hell is this??

But they were only talking amongst themselves now. “What the heck happened to you? You just up and left!”

“It’s a long story…”

“You could’ve called! Or texted!”

“My cell phone coverage has been kind of limited in Cordonia…”

“You should probably switch plans.” Drake broke in, determined to find out who this guy was and why Emma was so excited to see him.

The guy just nodded and turned back to Emma. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. You look like you’re doing good”

Again, what the hell?

“Oh! I’m Daniel, by the way.” He holds his hand out to Drake.

Finally getting somewhere. Drake reaches out his own hand to introduce himself, fully planning on giving a very hard, very firm, handshake, make this ‘Daniel’ know he’s not intimidated. But before getting his chance…

“This is Drake…my hot date.” Emma wrapped her arms around Drake’s waist, catching him off-guard and immediately answering the question of whether Daniel was a threat.

He swallowed hard. “Uh…”

“You always did have good taste.” Daniel raked his eyes up and down Drake’s body and suddenly Drake knew why Daniel was not a threat.

“We’re not…I mean, I would…Nevermind.” No need to explain. I’m her hot date. Just go with it.

“Please follow me to the most romantic spot in the house!” Daniel escorts them to a booth that’s identical to all the others, except for a messy heart someone has carved into the table.

They were getting situated as a sharp voice rang out. “Daniel, what are you doing out there? I’ve got a sink full of dirty dishes that aren’t going to wash themselves.”

“We’ve got customers, boss! Look who just stopped by!”

The man steps out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on an apron. He frowns at Drake, then squints at Emma, until his eyes slowly widen in recognition. “You. I hope you’re not here looking to collect a paycheck. You walked out on me with only a day’s notice! On a Saturday!”

A third time. What the hell?

“Hey, watch your tone. That’s no way to talk to a customer.” Drake growled

“She used to work for me. I’ll talk to her however I like.”

Oh no he didn’t. What a prick.

“Really? You want to mess with a member of the Cordonian royal court?” Drake argued.

The manager freezes. “She’s…what?”

Emma leveled the man with her gaze. “It’s okay, Drake…I’m sure he wouldn’t insult a noblewoman on purpose. Right?”

Drake smirked as the man started fumbling nervously over his words. “Sorry, miss…err, madam. Err…milady?”

“Emma’s fine.” She told him

“I um, won’t disturb you any further. Enjoy your drinks.” He hastily retreats back to the kitchen.

Daniel speaks first. “Sorry about the boss. I wish I could say he’s having a bad day, but he’s just…like that. Can I get you two something to drink?”

“One whiskey. Neat.”

“The house special.” Emma winked.

“Coming right up!” He walks over to the bar and returns with their drinks a minute later, before leaving them to privacy.

Drake turned back to Emma and met a very curious expression on her face. “What happened back there, Drake? I never thought I’d see you play the noble card.”

His own expression turned sheepish. “Yeah, well, after everything the court has put you through, I figure you might as well get some use out of it. Courtly privilege is good at keeping jerks away…unless those jerks are also nobles.”

“I’ll remember that loophole.”

They both take a moment to enjoy their drinks, glancing around the mostly empty establishment.

The corners of Drake’s mouth turned up. “Heh. The last time we were here I thought you were just another waitress at another bar.”

“I thought you all were my last chance for a Saturday night tip.”

Drake raises his glass to her, grinning slightly. “I guess we’ve come a long way.”

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “From strangers to…lovers?”

“We haven’t…” He trails off, swallowing hard, his heart pounding.

“No. But am I just a friend to you?” She was looking at him intensely again, he could tell she wanted him to say something, to agree, to do…anything. But he was tongue tied, because the truth was…she was never just a friend to him. And despite that fact, I’m still trying to push her away. Because I know it’s just a matter of time before she’s gone. Or….am I really just scared that she will actually choose me over Liam? No one’s ever done that before, and truthfully…it scares the shit out of me.  So, in reply, he clinks his glass against hers, trying to hide a smile.

Time to turn the conversation. “So, what was it like working here? Your old boss almost makes Olivia look warm and fuzzy.”

She looked around, a far off look on her face. “Honestly…it paid the bills. I didn’t love it, but if I hadn’t taken this job, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

He looked at her skeptically. “Right back in the same bar?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but this time I don’t have to serve the drinks. What about you? I’ve never heard any classic Drake work stories.”

“I don’t have a lot of them.”

“Then just give me the highlights. Best and worst jobs you’ve ever had!”

Drake takes another sip from his glass while he thinks. “Hmm. Best job was probably the summer I spent working in the royal stables.”

“You? A stable hand? That sounds like something out of a steamy romance novel. The handsome commoner with a heart of gold, mucking out the stables at the royal castle…”

What? I swear, only she would come with this stuff.

“My heart is made of…whatever hearts are made of, thank you very much.” He retorted.

She rose an eyebrow. “That’s exactly what the handsome commoner would say.”

He shook his head, smiling. “Sure, Rose.”

“So, what was your worst job?”

Ha. Can’t wait for this reaction. “Oh, that’s easy. The time Maxwell paid me to DJ one of his dance parties.”

“He had to pay you to DJ a party? Really?”

He blinked. “A Maxwell party. I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it for free. It took me days to get all the glitter off of me. And the music out of my head.”

“Too much fun for you to handle?” She asked sarcastically.

Drake looks at her with a haunted expression, shaking his head. “Glitter doesn’t belong in drinks, Rose. That’s a hill I’m willing to die on.” He tosses back the last of his whiskey.

“Looks like our drinks are running low.” She was eyeing their empty glasses.

“Then it’s probably time to get going. We have a party to be at.” Another boring diplomatic party where I have to pretend I’m not madly in love with this woman.

Emma waves Daniel over, and he hands her the bill. She leaves a twenty dollar bill next to her glass.

“Whoa. Feeling generous?” He was legitimately surprised by how much she left.

She shrugged. “It’s hard to earn tips on quiet days like this. He could use the cash.”

“What about him?”  Drake nods at the door to the kitchen, where her former manager is peeking out at the two of them. When he notices them looking, he clears his throat and ducks behind the doorframe.

Emma chuckled to herself as she wrote something on a napkin. “I’ll leave him a note that says…It doesn’t cost you anything to be nice.”

“Heh. Maybe he’ll take the hint.”

“Are you leaving already?” Drake looked up to see a crestfallen Daniel.

“Sorry, Daniel, but we have a party to get to.”

Daniel’s face fell. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around sometime. Take care of yourself, Emma.”

“You too.” She gave him one last hug.

The manager barked from behind the wall. “Daniel, if you’re done shooting the breeze with our customers, that pile of dishes isn’t getting any cleaner!”

“…I’ll try.” Daniel grimaced, then head to the back of the bar.

“Come on, Drake. I know a shortcut that’ll get us back to the hotel in plenty of time.”

The sun has set by the time they leave the bar. She leads Drake to a pathway where the city’s lights glisten along the waterfront. He found himself chatting about her other miscellaneous odd jobs she had, her first apartment, her first roommate. He listened to everything she said, completely captivated at the way she lit up around him. When it was just the two of them, she could be just Emma, and it was obvious how much she liked that. Drake completely understands. It’s hard trying to impress the world, and he was glad he didn’t need to. Hell, he didn’t even need to impress her, they were just naturally drawn to each other. Everything about them was natural, and as he realized they’d been walking quite a while, he realized something else. Maybe…just maybe…she will choose me. This day has been amazing. Our whole friends to lovers relationship has been amazing. She’s amazing, and hell, I feel amazing when I’m with her. She has officially knocked down every single one of my walls.  I’m not going to fight this anymore. I just want to pull her in.

She stopped abruptly, and Drake looked around in confusion. “You sure this is a shortcut?”

She shrugged innocently. “Shortcuts are allowed to be scenic.”

“Heh. There’s a lot more to this place than I thought.”

“What do you mean?” She asked curiously.

“Liam’s bachelor party…I mean, his original one…was my first time in New York City. The movies don’t really do it justice. I mean, it’s big and noisy, but I like that people aren’t afraid to tell you what they think.”

“It’s all part of our New Yorker charm.” She laid her head on his shoulder, and he gently rested his head on top of hers.

“Thanks for taking me out here, Rose. I really needed a breather.” And around you I can breathe.

“Of course. I wanted to show you the most romantic view of the city.”

He lifted his head and turned to face the water. It was nice but…not the typical spot someone would think of. “This place? Not, I don’t know, the top of the Empire State Building?”

“A romantic view isn’t about where you’re standing. It’s about who you’re with.”

His breath hitches and he turns away from the waterfront to look at Emma and smiles softly. “Not a bad view.”

He holds his hand out to her, and she accepts it with a smile. Their fingers interlace, and Drake was overcome with a sensation he was unfamiliar with, yet he knows he’s felt it before, and with her. He kept trying to place his finger on it, but the words just wouldn’t form, and before long, they arrive at their hotel, situated right along the waterfront. Drake sighs. “Wish we could just stay out here instead of hanging out with a bunch of politicians.”

“Well, we still have a few minutes before we need to get ready.”

He slid his eyes in her direction. “What were you thinking?”

She took his other hand with her free one, and turned him to face her, as she stepped into his space. “I was thinking…about kissing you.”

Butterflies erupted in his stomach. “Rose…”

“Is that a no?” Undeniable sadness flashed in her eyes, and he let go of one of her hands, bringing it to gently cup her cheek in his palm.

“No.” He said softly. “Just…I don’t know what the hell you see in a guy like me. But I don’t want to question my luck. Not anymore.” He eliminates the space between them in an instant, his lips meeting hers in a desperate kiss. He pours everything into that kiss, all the emotions he’s been holding back from her, and when he pulls back to catch his breath, they’re both smiling.

She’s looking at him dreamily, and damn, he could get lost in those eyes. “Drake…Anyone would be lucky to be with you. But I’m especially lucky.”

He grins again. “I…I don’t know about that, Rose. But I’m glad you think so.”

He pulls her in by the small of her back, capturing her lips once again as she runs her hands through his hair, kissing her deeply. Again, and again they kiss, the world around them fading away, and Drake kept smiling all throughout, which caused her to smile as well, and he thought his heart may burst from happiness.

Eventually, reality sinks in and he pulls away, sighing. “If someone sees us like this, that could really complicate things for you, Rose. I don’t want to get you into another mess when you’re so close to clearing your name.”

“I don’t care what people think.” She told him boldly, and he gave a half hearted smile.

“Yeah, but I do. I could never forgive myself if I mess things up for you, Rose.”

Emma looks back at him doubtfully, but Drake doesn’t miss the glimmer of hope that remains in her eyes. “When this is over, then?”

When this is over…Shit, it’s almost here. Our new reality, whatever that may be.

Drake paces over to the railing and leans against it, searching for the right words. “I guess when this is over, you’ll finally be free to choose, Rose…” Just be honest with her. She’ll understand.

He took a breath. “And maybe some part of me is scared of that. I can’t offer you half as much as Liam could. Hell, I don’t know what I can offer you. But when the time comes…when those photos aren’t hanging over your head anymore…” He walks back over to her again, searching her eyes. “I’ll still be here.”

I’ll always be yours.

“So, we’ll talk then?” She whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’d like that. But right now, we’re about to be late to this party.”

She smiled at him now, and he smiled back, relieved that she understood he’s not going anywhere, that he is all in.

“You going to be okay in there?” She asked.

“Heh. After staring at gifts all afternoon, I didn’t think I could make through another highbrow get-together, but now…I guess some, err, time with you was all I needed.”

“I wouldn’t say no to more time alone with you.” She ruffled his hair and he ducked away, laughing.

“Maybe another night.”

“You know where to find me.”

Jesus, she’s got the fuck me now eyes going. I need to go.

“I’ll see you at the party, Rose. I don’t want to risk showing up to the United Nations in…this.” He gestured to his outfit.

“Good idea. I wouldn’t want your death on my conscience.” She teased.

Throwing caution to the wind, he drew her in for one last searing kiss, leaving them both breathless, before heading to their separate rooms.

As Drake looks for different clothes, he suddenly remembered what that feeling was that he’d had earlier in the night. He’d almost forgotten about it, but as he folded the Henley shirt, he found himself smiling yet again, because he remembered why that feeling belonged with her. Home.

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[beatlevmania]

Request: hi, love, can i have a beatles ship ? :) i’m 5.1 and i’m probably the most positive and down-to-earth person you’ve ever met. i’ve got shoulder length brown hair and grey eyes. my biggest goal in life is to spread peace, love and kindness around the world. i want everyone to feel loved. i also love playing electric guitar, ukulele, piano and drums. i completely adore gardening and meditating. oh and i love cats and writing (music and stories) and to finish this off- im an introvert :)

A/n: hullo to the sweetestttttt anon I have ever heard of. and thank you for being so patient with me, love, I know this took forever to get to, and I’m sorry :(

I ship you with: R I N G O

Ringo

- oh ma gawd, anon, so many parts about this just SCREAMED Ringo to me.

- first of all, your love for spreading kindness and peace? I mean, come on.

- Ringo would fall literally head over heels in love with you just for that!

- anyway, you, Ringo, and the rest of the boys were listening to a meditation speaker one day at a local community center.

-when the seminar was over, Ringo found his way over to you and asked you if you understood a specific part, which he obviously knew, he just wanted to talk to you

- meanwhile, the boys are in the background absolutely laughing their asses off, because he was so nervous to talk to you.

- you and Ringo have super deep conversations.

- I guess he thinks people assume, “oh Ringo, he’s the funny beatle, the one with the big nose, the silly old drummer, peace and love, hahaha,”

- but he actually has so many deep and wise thoughts, just no one had really made the time to listen to them before

- so he really appreciates you and your conversations with him about world peace, discrimination, all that stuff

- and Ringo gets mesmerized by listening to you get passionate about these topics, he thinks you’re just the most thoughtful person ever

- you’ll be sitting on your bed with him, on a rant about something really important to you, when you’d notice his big blue eyes staring into your grey ones

- you’d stop, look up, and say, “yeah, Ringo?”

- and he’d just smile and say, “nothing, keep going”

- the two of you would have a ton of cats

- that Ringo might love even more than you hehe just kidding

- but I can definitely see Ringo becoming a crazy old lady and being absolutely obsessed with these gosh darn cats

- at first he was a little bit against getting cats, really just wanted to spend time with you

- but when you dragged him to the pet store to look at the kittens, he was running around pointing to all the little cats and scratching their bellies

- “y/n, y/n, lets get this little fella!” He would say, running to all the little cats and holding them up to you. “I mean come on, y/n, how can you say no to these faces?” And he would make puppy dog eyes

- imagine- nights at home with your head on Ringo lap, watching an old black and white movie, lying across the sofa, with him playing absentmindedly with your brown hair

- Ringo would talk constantly through the whole movie, but his commentary would be so hilarious you would just be cracking up constantly until your stomach hurt

- and last but not least... omg, the music you would make together

- ringos kind of self conscious about his voice- but man, when he’s with you, he really lets it all out

- you hammering out a tune on the piano or playing a nice riff on the guitar while the two of you sing together

- after you’re finished, he would smile at you with complete adoration for you

- and would even ask for your help on getting down a specific drumming pattern

Hope you liked this one :)

[ruffiorocks]

Kara owning a Tamagotchi

Imagine Kara being desperate to have a pet, but Alex and Lena tell her that its not practical. Kara is hardly ever at home, when she isn't running around National City chasing down leads for stories she’s out being Supergirl. Kara knows they are right but she isn't happy about it. For the next few weeks Lena and Alex are forced to watch Kara mope around, Alex rolls her eyes at Kara being silly, but Lena can’t bare to see Kara this sad. On a visit to the Luthor Family Hospital Lena sees a little girl playing with a small hand held device, she curiously asks what the toy is and the little girl tells her its a tamagotchi. Lena has never heard of such a thing, so the little girl explains that its a digital pet she can raise and feed, play with and teach tricks to. That’s when it hits Lena, this is the perfect solution to Kara’s pet problem! She thanks the little girl and bids her goodbye, the little girl however shouts after her and warns her that the pets can die if they arent taken care of properly! Chuckling to herself Lena tells the little girl she will be careful! 

Lena calls her personal shopper and asks her to go to the toy store and pick up a tamagotchi, preferably one that hatches into a puppy. She also sends lots of new toys to the children's ward as a thankyou to the little girl. Later that night Lena goes round to Kara’s loft and she presents Kara with the tamagotchi. Kara is ecstatic! It may not be a real puppy but she loves that Lena has done this for her, and she will be able to prove to both Lena and Alex she can totally do both her jobs and take care of a pet! Lena is so happy and pleased with herself that she’s managed to make her precious and adorable Kara so happy! 

Things go well to begin with, the pet hatches into a golden retriever puppy that Kara promptly names ‘Krypto’. She learns to feed and play with him and teaches him some tricks. Unfortunately ‘Krypto’ is a very demanding digital pet, he always wants to be fed and played with (its not lost on Lena and Alex that this digital pet is so much like its owner). Kara takes the thing every where with her, she is caught feeding him at work which does not impress James, but its not a serious problem. But thats only the beginning, Kara drops everything the moment she hears Krypto beeping for some food or for attention. She takes him on dates with Lena, she brings him to game nights, she even interrupts sex with Lena once because Krypto needed the bathroom, Lena was NOT impressed and Kara was regulated to the couch for the night, when Lena came out to tell her she was forgiven she saw Kara lying on the couch playing and talking to the damned digital pet! 

Things become really serious though when Krypto ends up at the DEO and Kara stops paying attention to Jonn and Alex. She even stopped in the middle of a fight to feed Krypto. Alex had had enough and she banned Krypto from the DEO. Kara is devastated! She has to go to the DEO but she can’t take Krypto with her, and he needs constant attention or he’ll die! ‘He’ll die Alex!!’ ‘Its a bloody toy Kara! Reset it!’ James follows Alex’s lead and bans Krypto from Cat Co as well. Kara turns up at L Corp for lunch with Lena all sulky and Lena asks what on earth is the matter? After she learns Krypto isnt allowed at either one of Kara’s jobs anymore she is at a bit of a loss for words, she wants make Kara smile again and tell her its OK to take Krypto to work, but she doesn't want to make things uncomfortable between her and James, and she certainly doesn't want to set a precedent for allowing toys to be brought to work! Kara starts to cry, ‘he’ll die Lena!’ Lena rationally knows that Krypto is a toy, he can be reset and the issue will be resolved, but Kara isnt seeing it like that, she put a lot of time and effort into getting Krypto exactly as she wanted him! Lena tells Kara she wishes she could help, thats when Kara suddenly looks up and a smile spreads across her face! ‘Lena!! You could take care of him!!’ Lena is taken back by that ‘erm.. Kara?’ ‘Its perfect Lena!! You are your own boss! No one can tell you to put him away!’ She is looking so longingly at Lena that Lena simply cant say no, she knows she is going to regret this! But she smiles and says ‘OK Kara, Krypto can stay here with me’. Kara bounces up and down with glee and wraps Lena in the tightest of hugs. 

Lena knew she was going to regret this! That damned toy beeps non stop! Even a real dog doesnt need to eat that many times a day! It really was just like its adorable but pain in the ass owner! Lena finds herself taking Krypto into her board meetings with her because she left him in her office one time and Kara heard him beeping for food. Lena had come back into her office to a very unimpressed Kara. She tried leaving the toy with Jess but even Jess has her limits and Lena found Krypto lying on her desk when she got back from a meeting. Lena knew the final straw had come when she was presenting a proposal to an investor and Krypto wouldn't stop beeping!! Oh no the damned thing had to go! But she couldn't just tell Kara she wasn't looking after him anymore. So instead she hacks into Krypto’s settings, she takes the afternoon off and modifies him so that Kara can put him on pause so she can live her life and only deal with Krypto when she has the time to. She also adjusts the life span and makes sure that Krypto can not die no matter what Kara does or if he is neglected. 

Kara at first is a little miffed that Lena risked Krypto’s precious little life by messing with his settings. But when she learns that Krypto can no longer die and she can put him on pause. She can finally have him back with her and still do both her jobs. Alex is thankful that Kara is now focused back on the job, James is glad Kara is no longer writing ‘Krypto’ in all her of her articles and Lena is glad that her and Kara’s sexy time is not getting interrupted anymore, because Kara has been warned that Krypto is to be put on indefinite pause while she and Kara are together, and he is definitely banned from their bedroom!!  

[kpopyourcherryy]

Ouija - (H/M)

A/N; SOOOOOOO This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

12:00 a.m. The time blared on your friend, Hee Young's, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could. Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

It’s just a game, it’s just a game... You silently repeated to yourself. Your anxiety was sky high as your friend began to set it up. As Heeyoung unboxed the Ouija board you expected to see some cheapy board bought from a party store. Instead, you were faced with an authentic board. You were by no means a professional but you could feel something already attached to that thing. The board itself was quite beautiful, made up of pretty purples and midnight blues laced with jet black swirls along the edges. “Okay,” Heeyoung began, her tone turning prominent as she prepared to read the instructions. “Both of need to keep our hands on the planchette at all times, and once we’re finished we have to say goodbye then circle the board three times. Got it?”

You anxiously nodded, taking deep breaths as you moved your hands from your lap to the glass pointer. Though you were always sensitive to shifts in energy, the aura that radiated off the game had your head feeling fuzzy and your body gradually numbing. It was powerful, sinister, to say the least. As your fingertips rested against the icy, almost vibrating glass, your stomach began to knot itself up. “What now?” You timidly asked though it was a stupid question- it was the only thing your troubled mind could think of.

“Now I’ll turn off the lights..” Your friend giddily replied, standing from her spot behind you before gracefully floating across the house, turning off any and all lights- except for the dim, orange-tinged lamp that enhanced the spooky ambiance. As she plopped back down onto the couch, her delicate hands immediately laid themselves on the planchette. “Okay, now we can start. Do you want to ask the first question or should I?”

“Ahh, no, no. You should go first.” Y/n shakily responded, your hands practically trembled at the fear that began to creep up on you.

Nodding, your friend took a deep breath then cleared her throat before she uttered a word. “Is there anyone here with us?” She asked, giggling after she asked the most cliche of questions.

Though neither of you could see him, your friend’s cliche question peaked the interest of a certain entity. He went by many names, but he preferred Yoongi. As he entered your home, he quietly wandered the halls, sticking to the shadows. He stalked into the living room, his sudden presence created a thick brooding air. Though he usually didn’t give a fuck about humans, or their idiotic choices- you intrigued him. He could tell you sensed him, his demonic energy.  

Your heart raced as beads of sweat collected at your temples. The new heaviness in the atmosphere had you on the verge of being sick. “Hee- Hee Young..” You mousily called out to your less than pleased friend. “I think we should stop. I feel like something’s watching us.”

Your friend scoffed at your worry, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n.” She teased, nudging your arm with her elbow. “If there was really something here, then why isn’t it communicating with us? You’re just being a scaredy cat.”

“I’m being serious dude.” You urged, keeping a serious expression and tone. “Can’t you feel it? Whatever it is, is making the air feel so heavy...”

Heeyoung sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking, but if you really want to stop. We can.” Relief filled you for a moment until an impish giggled left her. “After one last question though, but you have to ask it. It’s only fair since I went first.”

“God are you in middle school or something?” You jeered, pouting as she continued to laugh at your little comeback. An exasperated breath escaped you as you foolishly agreed. “Fine, fine. Uh,” You hummed, unsure of what to say- you just wanted to say goodbye and get this over with, but you knew Heeyoung wouldn’t have any of that. “To whatever spirit is here, do you have bad intentions? Are you demonic?”

Yoongi snickered at the panic that dripped from each word that left you, but again, he refused to communicate through the board. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest; pacing back and forth beside you just taking mental note of your cherubic features and curvaceous form. Something about you awoke a familiar hunger inside of him, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time. It was one he knew only you would be able to satiate. Yoongi smiled at the thought. It was going to be quite some time before he left you alone.

Heeyoung frowned at the board in front of you two. “Damn it, I kinda hoped we got something to come say, “Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders and began the process of packing up the board and all of its accessories. You could still feel something lurking in the air, it was a breath against your skin, fingers running over your skin.  A cold sweat returned as you sat paralyzed by fear. As your mind raced to figure out what your friend might have left in your home, you’d completely forgotten to say goodbye. You watched Heeyoung run about gathering her things as she decided to head out for the night. Why was she so unaffected by the presence here? You’d hoped that once she left with the board the air would clear.

“Whelp! That was a bust. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, right?” Heeyoung called over her shoulder.

You made a shaky sound of affirmation, hoping you’d make it to tomorrow. Quickly you gathered yourself off the floor to show her out, locking the door to the spare room.

Yoongi laughed at how daft humans could be. They had extraordinarily short memories. How could the both of you have forgotten to end the ritual? Well, it didn’t really matter for him, he was much too powerful for a skeptic and a frightened deer like yourself to banish. You’d invited him in and now he planned to stay. He watched as you shut the door, locking it with trembling hands.  A bemused look crept its way onto his face. Did you really think that a flimsy lock would keep him in here?

The incubus followed you and Heeyoung out of the door, stared as you said your goodbyes. You were quite cute, if he were being honest- in a mousy way, that is. He just knew the two of you would have lots of fun together. As you locked the deadbolt to your front door, Yoongi watched with that wicked half grin sprawled across his face as your eyes continued to flicker towards every corner in the living room. You were really scared, weren’t you? Yes, you were, he could smell the fear that radiated off you. It was a scent he absolutely adored- terror lingering off a pretty girl.  

“It-It's just all in your head..” You said aloud, feebly hoping that verbalizing your hopes would make them true. “It’s just your imagination, Y/n- just your imagination.”

Yoongi scoffed as he followed you down the hall into your bedroom, his eyes following your hand as you switched on your turquoise string lights- just listening to your soft melodic hums as you continued to attempt to calm your nerves.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He venomously purred, gliding over to where you were before suddenly giving your hair a harsh tug. The sudden yank at your hair pulled your head back as well, but it wasn’t the pure horror that painted across your face that stunned him, it was the soft whimper that escaped your parted lips. “Mhmm,” The incubus groaned, his urges heightened. “What a naughty little mouse, you are- you like that don’t you?” He teased though completely aware you couldn’t hear a word he said.

Bringing your hand up to the back of your head, you massaged your scalp; tenderly rubbing the afflicted area as you took rushed glances around the room. You could still feel that suffocating heaviness in the air, but only now it seemed to be right on top of you.

“Oh- Okay..” You shakily huffed while still peering around your empty, blue-tinted room. “Whatever, or whoever is here- you gotta go. You can’t stay, you’re not welcomed.”

Again, your timid tone brought a grin to Yoongi’s face, for a moment he circled your stiff body- wondering how you’d look pinned down underneath him while your eyes rolled back and ecstasy took over every part of you. Moving away from you, he walked over to your dresser, eyeing all your pretty little nic nacs before spotting a dainty little rosary draped over a small porcelain cross. “Hmph,” He scoffed, carelessly lifting the religious items, “You won’t be needing these once I’m through with you.” Violently throwing the weighted cross across the room right in your line of sight; holding onto your rosary.  

“Oh fuck!” You half shouted half whimpered, jumping at the loud shatter that followed the items. Your head immediately snapped towards your dresser. You couldn’t exactly make out what had been broken when it was hurdled towards the wall, but your heart dropped down the floor when you realized the cross and the rosary your grandmother had given you before you moved were missing.

“No, no, no!!” You screamed, tears instantly pouring from your eyes as you rushed over to the broken porcelain. “No..” You repeated in a faint sniffle, lifting the shards haphazardly before placing them back onto the floor. It felt as if your heart had imploded along with the item because despite not being religious yourself- it held a great amount of sentimental value. It reminded you of home, but now it was destroyed.

Yoongi could see that silly little trinket meant quite a bit as you sobbed over its destruction. Oh well, it’d offended his… tender sensibilities and had to go. As you rose from ground holding the larger shards Yoongi decided he would get a little more physical. You cleaned all the smaller pieces, shoulders hunched in sadness. “Oh don’t be so broken up about it,” Yoongi sneered, “I heard the dude who died on it was overrated anyway!” He was having fun talking to you despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him.

You decided to make yourself some tea to shake the terror from your body. Scoping the cabinets for some Sleepytime, you thought of your grandmother. She’d always give you some sleepytime with a dash of honey to help you sleep as a kid. You could remember the “Hollow Man” as you called him. He was a tall lanky figure who would sit in the corner of your childhood bedroom. While he never spoke he would hum lullabies, clapping his hands to the beat. His singing sounded like wind chimes on a summer’s breeze, even in the winter. One time, you’d asked him why he always sat there and why he sang you to sleep. He’d stopped coming after that. When you told your grandmother she looked at you with a particular sort of fright that shook you to this very day. Her eyes bespoke recognition and sadness. Every night after that, she fed you candies laced with witch hazel and made sure you drank Sleepytime tea.  You hoped this home remedy to whatever was wrong with you as a child would continue to help you now.

With the kettle set, you decided to take a shower, maybe whatever oppressive force you felt was just the grime and soot of the city. You padded to the bathroom with thoughts of showering off this shitty evening. You stripped in front of your vanity mirror, turning this way and that looking over your body. It was a ritual you’d established some time ago, just a way to ensure health. Stepping into the shower you were met with the spray of hot water. It ran over your shoulders and down your back, taking the tension and stress along with it. Your body relaxed under the shower, muscles became languid and your bones felt soft. You took your time washing yourself and enjoyed the peace.

Yoongi listened as you entered the shower from where he sat in your kitchen. It was small, no compact was a better word. Things unfurled and folded to add space and use it effectively. Yoongi could always appreciate and effective use of space. He thought off all the trifling things he’d planned for his stay with you. He imagined the way panic would glaze your eyes, the sound of your heartbeat against your rib cage as you ran from him. He hoped that he could get a classic running in a towel scene from you. His eyes slid to the screaming kettle on the stove, beside it sat a small candy and a teacup already prepared with its leaves. The pungent “scent” of witch hazel filled the kitchen. Yoongi wasn't unsettled by much but this little bit of “protection” would make it harder to mess with you. For someone who wasn't a full believer, you sure had some powerful shit laying around.

The crosses, witch hazel, he could even smell the bit of sage in your lotion when you walked by. Whoever was trying to protect you knew you had the sight. Yoongi grumbled sardonically, “Unfortunate for them, you fell in with that one bitch.”  Careful to not actually touch the damned thing, Yoongi disposed of your witch hazel in the kitchen bin. Just to make you a little warier, the incubus made your tea for you. He fancied himself as a delightful house guest, the most polite in fact. Perching himself on the nearest counter, Yoongi heard you exit the shower. All there was to do was wait.

With bleary water filled eyes, you got out of the shower. The feeling was less oppressive and more...mischievous if you had to choose a word. While not totally settling, it did make you less worried. Perhaps it was just the spirit of a child that had lost its way. Yeah, something like that. You half expected a message on your foggy glass but you were only met with your distorted reflection. Hastily you wiped the mirror just to ensure nothing was there. Nothing was. The tension in your shoulders subsided once again and you continued your nightly routine. You lotioned with your grandmother's homemade shea butter. Your friends always said it smelled like nature and mint, but to you, it reminded you of your most beloved place on Earth.

A soft sigh left your pouty lips as your stretched your neck from side to side while pressing into your shoulder blades- whatever this entity was, whether it was a misguided child or demonic presence, it sure did want to make itself known. You thought it best to ignore it for a while, see if it went away. If it was a child, it would get bored at some point like all children do. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if it wasn’t.

Yoongi listened out for your footsteps only to hear you milling about in the bathroom. He’d waited long enough. His temper was fiery enough as it was but your apparent lack of care brought out something a little meaner in him. He walked over to your bookshelf where some photos of your family sat perched on the highest shelf. By the looks of their condition, you took great pride in the people in the frames. One, in particular, caught his attention, an older woman smiling back at him. She was wrinkly and soft, long hair pulled up into a chignon with a dainty cross sitting in the reservoir at the base of her neck. Upon closer inspection, Yoongi noticed it was the same little rosary he’d broken earlier.

“Oops,” the demon deadpanned. At least he’d figured out who’d been “training” his little prey. Yoongi plucked the frame off the bookcase and continued to speak, “Isn’t it sad, Granny? All that work you put in and she still ended up here.” Your faint footfalls broke him away from his one-sided conversation as he placed the frame haphazardly back on the shelf. You appeared at the bottom the stairs in a pair of undies and a long t-shirt. Yoongi’s eyes raked over your body, surprised by the bout of hunger that struck him. The incubus groaned at the image of your succulent lips around his dick, your eyes filled with lust and wanting. It wouldn’t be too long now after you drank your tea and had your sweet, he’d have you.

You entered the kitchen to see your tea already made, waiting for you. A shiver of terror made its way down your back. You were sure you’d left the kettle on when you went to go shower.  The teacup sat there filled to the brim, waiting to be consumed but you thought better than to indulge. Instead, you placed the cup into the skin and merely ate your candy. The sweet melted on your tongue as a wave of nostalgia came over you. It’d been years since you’d eaten one of these. A warm feeling spread through your limbs and your eyes began to feel heavy. Sluggish and a tired you pulled yourself back upstairs to the bedroom and passed out.

Excited and all too ready, Yoongi followed after you- ready play his little games. He walked over to your bedside where you lay asleep. Your cheek squished up onto the pillow. Yoongi moved to run a finger along your open mouth to be repulsed by an invisible force. “What the fuck?” The incubus squinted in confusion and went to try a different part of your body. He pulled back the duvet aiming at your thighs instead. His mouth watered at the sight of them. “Soft and thick, a fan favorite.” Cracking his knuckles Yoongi attempted to grab at you but was rejected again. A roar ripped itself from his throat as he fumed. “son of a bitch!” What could be protecting her so well? He’d disposed of the witch hazel, sage wasn’t strong enough on its own and you hadn't even drunk the tea! The scent of Angelica wafted over from your open mouth as you let out a soft sigh, it teased Yoongi’s nose as it danced around him. “Motherfucking candy?!” That old broad was the real deal. There was no way he could touch you now, at least until it wore off. Anger simmered in his veins as he thought of his delayed plans. If he couldn't have you, we would terrify you instead.

Yoongi floated down the stairs an over back to your bookcase. Granny’s smile mocked him now,  a snide reminder that he'd been one-upped. Her frame went first. Yoongi began throwing picture left and right, the sound of shattering glass spurring him on. A menacing smile overtook his face as he decided to leave a little message. He snatched a shard of glass and sliced his fingertips. Black viscous blood bubbled to the surface and dripped down his pale wrist. He started in your bathroom on the vanity glass, smudged “Thank you for the hospitality~” and signed with a messy heart. He continued throughout your home leaving sarcastic little quote and sayings, awaiting the moment when you saw them.

He usually deterred from causing mass destruction in the home of his victims, he felt if he didn’t he’d be the exact same as any other low-life hellspawn, but something about you- something about the old lady’s mocking smile riled up this horrendous rage inside him. He wanted to- no, he needed to destroy any and everything he could, if he couldn’t have you.

Making his way back up the stair, the black sludge still dripping down his arm as he thundered down the short hallway. “Wakey, wakey!” He roared, banging and smearing the thick fluid along the walls while nearing your room. “Wake up, little y/n! Wake up!”

Though the candies usually put you to sleep and kept you asleep throughout the entire night, something seemed to pull you right out of that. You could hear loud banging right outside your bedroom through the thick fog of your sleep, but as it came closer with each passing second that familiar- horridly familiar sense of fear coiled inside you. Immediately, you shot up in bed; pulling the blankets up to your chest as you tightly clutched it. You couldn’t see anyone, nor could you see any shadows. You could only feel that same overwhelmingly oppressive energy.

Everything about this entity made you sick and horrified to your very core. It made the air in the room so stiff, you felt as if you could just suffocate right then and there. It made this wash of dread just pour over you. As the banging approached your door, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes widened. A dark, shadowy mist suddenly appeared in your doorway. It just stood there, exuding pure rage and hatred. It really wasn’t a child after all- it was malevolent, it was vicious, and it never once in its damned life was human before.

“G-go away!” You shouted through your fear, tears welled up in your eyes as the soot-like cloud seemed to turn human. Hands and legs began to form, then it was a torso and lastly, it’s head. “Go- Go away..” You stuttered, unable to even finish your sense as the haze dissipated from his face.

You could make out his soft, almost angelic, features. His doll-like plush lips, his sharp eyes, just everything about him seemed perfect. “Who- What are you?” You timidly asked, pulling the blanket further up as you scooted back towards your headboard.

Yoongi wickedly snickered, running his long fingers through his silver hair as he stepped closer to you. He could read you like one of your books downstairs. He could feel that sudden shock of attraction you had towards him in his human form.

“You like me, like this, don’t you?” He hummed, motioning down his body with this smug half-smirk painted across his face. Though you stayed silent, he was more than pleased with the little glint that sparked in your eyes the closer he came to you. “Hmm, good,” He continued while playing with the tone of his voice. “Maybe, your little attraction towards me will make that bloody candy’s effects wear off..”

A stubborn blush entered your face as Yoongi stared you down from hope chest at the end of your bed. He sat staring at you, silently, for what felt like forever. Afraid to leave the bed, you watched his every move. Is this what Heeyoung invited into your fucking house? This thing? If you got out of this encounter alive you planned to skin her. You couldn’t pull the blanket any closer to your body, but still, you tried.

“Hey, I’d prefer if you took that sheet off, my sweet little mouse.” The demon jeered, swiping his forked tongue across his lower lip.

“I-I’m not your anything,” You winced. The tremble in your voice was overwhelmingly apparent to you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he didn’t hear it too. When Yoongi broke out in wheezing laughter you couldn’t help but pout. You were trying to not die and here this demon was laughing at your voice. You contemplated whether it was worth it to try and run for it, after all, he couldn’t touch you. Gently you uncovered your body under the guise of giving Yoongi what he wanted. With lowered eyes, you dropped the duvet and walked over to where he sat, legs wide and inviting.

“Oh? She comes of her own volition? How sweet.”  His face split into a saccharine grin. The demon opened his arms, waving his fingers in a come hither motion. For a moment you were tempted to go to him and give yourself over to the strange desire growing in your belly. You continued to walk in his direction, head down to avoid his hypnotic gaze. Your shin grazed the side of the hope chest and you booked out of the bedroom. You didn’t look behind to see if he would follow kept going. Rounding the banister to the stairs you flew downstairs and went to grab for the front door only to be met by him waiting patiently, smile still etched into his face.

“You should have told me you wanted to play, Y/N. We could have started a lot sooner.”

The sudden appearance of him had you falling back onto the floor, fear was an understatement at this point. “Go- Go away..” You mousily murmured while stumbling back onto your feet. Your heart raced so quickly, it almost made everything go in slow motion. “Please, go... I- I don’t want you here..”

Yoongi scoffed, humans were really moronic little things- weren’t they? “Does it look like I care?” He simply responded, his tone going cold as that smile of his turned into a harsh frown. Just as he was about to raise his voice, a fun little idea crossed his mind. Instead of scaring you, he wanted to anger you- mock you. He wanted to rile up that rage that hid inside that timid little frame of yours. After all, angry sex was the best kind. “But you know, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your little friend-” He jeered, “I might have even left if only she had reminded you about the closing ceremony.”

You thought back to earlier today, flashes of the ceremony flew through your mind’s eye. You distinctly remembered Hee Young telling you about saying goodbye, she was holding the planchette. You eyed Yoongi and thought of the stifling force he was, the way he’d scared the shit out of you before you’d even seen him. You weren’t sure who to be mad at, your shitty friend who ended early for an impromptu dick appointment or the thing currently residing in your home.  It didn’t matter, you could feel the icy rage in your veins made your heart pump harder.

“FUCK YOU!” Your scream was directed more so at the room than the demon in front of you. Your throat immediately became sore at the sudden force you’d put on it.

Yoongi bared his fangs as a shot of arousal sped up his spine. That’s what he wanted to hear, simpering just didn’t suit you. Your face was flushed from screaming and your chest heaved with your heavy breathing.

“Is that all you got, Kitten,”Yoongi taunted, “fuck me?” Yoongi shook his head, peering down at you. “See- this is where you’ve got me, fucked up. I don’t plan on ‘fucking you’,” the incubus signaled with hand quotes, “I’m going to take you, I promise there is a difference.”

You scoffed at his assertions, it didn’t matter what the difference was, he wouldn’t or at least couldn’t touch you. “Mmkay see here’s the thing~ I don’t give a shit what you plan to do. You’ve broken all my shit and terrorized me for- What- 12 hours now?”

Yoongi listened to your complaints and looked around the living room, he couldn’t disagree with you. It left a bitter taste in his mouth that’d lashed out like some newly formed hellspawn.

“So you’re mad I broke your things? Fixed.” With practiced ease, he set your books back on their shelves, placed pictures back into frames and washed the black gunk off your walls. Yoongi looked at you with a bored expression as you stood and looked at your sparkling living room. You twirled in circles suddenly forgetting his presence altogether. A frown took hold of your expression as you looked for something.

“What is it now,” Yoongi asked exasperation clear as bells in his voice.

You rubbed at your neck, feeling the empty space there. “My ro- grandmother’s rosary. Where is it?”

Yoongi grinned as the small necklace materialized in his pocket. He wanted to see this hanging around your neck as you rode him. He fingered the trinket as he thought of the way it would glint with your sweat sticking to it, or how the slivers of moonlight that shone through your window would illuminate it. His eyes traveled over your body as he got lost in his own thoughts. Images of you covered in bruises, body shaking from pleasure swirled in Yoongi’s mind.

You saw his mind drift away before he could answer your question. Whatever had him too occupied to respond must have been great as he didn’t notice you walk past him into your small kitchen. You dug your fingers into your temples trying to ease an oncoming headache. This happened whenever you woke up too early after taking a candy or drinking the tea. It was rare, but it hurt like a bitch when it happened. You peeked out of the kitchen to see him still standing there ramrod straight looking over to your bookcase. A sigh slipped through your lips as your shoulders fell, a little relaxed. You needed time to assess the situation at hand. Somehow your soon to be ex-best-friend let a demon into your home, it wanted to ‘take you’, and some part of you wanted to let it.  You couldn’t deny, he was beyond handsome, he was entrancingly beautiful.  He had round, pillowy lips that were cherry red, the cutest button nose you’d ever seen and his eyes sealed the deal. They were the deepest, softest brown you could imagine, so dark they were almost black. Whenever he looked in your direction fear bubbled at the surface but just beneath that lust simmered silently.

As Yoongi gradually snapped out of his sinful daydream, he noticed you were no longer in front of him. That sharp-toothed smirk of his sprawled across his face as he sensed your presence not even ten feet away from him. The sweetened scent of your arousal and fear blending together led him right to you. Turning towards the kitchen, his gaze met with yours as he smoothly strutted over to you. He watched as you timidly turned away from him while still rubbing your temples, “Aww what’s wrong my little mouse..” He teased, licking his lips as you turned your back towards him. His eyes hungry scanned your backside, his imagination took over as he began thinking about how good you’d look bent over that counter as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. “Are you in pain?”

Without a word, you just flipped him off- rolling your eyes at his snarky tone. A soft, yet frustrated groan escaped you as your headache intensified the more you thought about how you could get away or get rid of him, but nothing came to mind. “Fuck you..” You finally repeated as you faced him once again. You tried to act tough and tired of his shit- you tried to show complete and utter disinterest in him, but your body betrayed you. The second your eyes fell on him, the brewing heat in your lower tummy turned into glowing embers as your face blushed a vibrant shade of rose.

The incubus crossed his arms over his chest, snickering as he stalked over to where you were. “You must really want me to fuck you, huh, little Y/n?” He retorted as his eyes loomed over you, taking his lower lip between his teeth and giving it a solid tug before speaking again. “I bet you’re just waiting for me to bend you over and have my way with you..” As his almost snarled toned trailed off, he disappeared for a split second before reappearing beside you. With his forearm resting against the counter, his eyes continued to wander your body as he gracefully closed the space between the two of you. “And don’t try to lie to me either,” He chuckled, his voice turning into a core-shaking snarl as he leaned into your space. “Because I can practically smell how much you want me. I can feel the neediness inside you..”

His words nearly slammed your arousal right into you. The more you kept your eyes on him the more you felt that magnetic pull he seemed to have on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words felt jumbled up- almost stuck in your throat. “I- I..” You finally managed to stutter out, the flush that covered your cheek deepened as he leaned in closer; leaving only an inch or so between the two of you. You could feel that demonic aura radiate off him, you could see that black fog that still encaptured his human form. Everything about him screamed Danger! Run Away!, but the attraction you felt clouded your over thinking mind as it slowly consumed you.

You placed your hands on the collar of his shirt and held tight as you fought with yourself. The feel of his body so close to yours made you melt in a wholly new way. You’d imagined him to feel cold and clammy, even slimy given the circumstances of his appearance. Instead, the heat from his chest radiated and sank into your skin. You lost focus on what exactly was so dangerous about him when you leaned in to kiss his lips. They were just as soft as you’d imagined and even sweeter than you could fathom. The hunger you denied blossomed in your chest as you grappled to get closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Yoongi responded eagerly to your advances. He wrapped his arms around your waist, molding you to his frame. The candy hadn’t fully worn off and left a tingling sensation as you licked into his mouth. He growled, the feeling enticed the lust rising within him. Yoongi gripped your throat, his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw as he took control. He tipped your head back and devoured your mouth. His long, split tongue invaded your mouth the second you gave him an opening- entangling itself with yours in a lewd power struggle as your supple breasts pressed into his chest. Groaning into your mouth once again, his large hands roughly moved down your body- running down your curves before groping your bum.

Pulling away from the kiss, the two of you were left panting and desperate for the taste of one another. “Fuck..” Yoongi’s curse lowly emanated from him as his blackening eyes locked with your heavy-lidded gaze. “I want to just fucking devour you..” He continued, pressing his plump lips against the corner of your mouth before swiping his sinful tongue against your cheek- moving down to your jaw. “I want to feel that sweet little mouth of yours wrapping around my cock while you wear that pretty little rosary of yours-” He whispered as his lips neared your ear, “-then after I use up your throat, I’m going to take you… I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until my cock is the only thing you can think of, my sweet mouse.”

Your entire body practically trembled at his erotic statement. A soft needy whimper escaped your parting lips as you tightly grasped at his shirt. Your thighs pressed together in hopes to relieve some of the throbbing between your legs. “I’m already there..” You crooned, biting your lower lip while you began to imagine just how fantastic his manhood would feel buried deep inside you causing your wetness to soak your panties. “Fuck me~.” You purred, elongating your words as his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh of your throat- relentlessly licking and sucking just to be sure to leave rich marks as a reminder of his victorious conquest.

As he reluctantly lifted off you, his hand suddenly shot right back up to your neck; snuggly wrapping around it while the other ran through your hair- giving it a punitive tug. “Mhmm, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He rumbled, tightening his grip on your throat, his sharpening claws pressing into your skin just enough to draw some blood. “Where do you want to do this?” He asked, eyeing the counter before turning his deathly glare back to you, “Here?… The living room? Your bedroom?”

Biting your lower lip, images of him fucking you in each suggested area flashed your mind. “Hmm,” You hummed, placing your hand on your chin as you continued to pretend to be lost in thought; semi-pleased with the growing impatience that coated his lustful expression. “Ma-”

Before you could end utter out another syllable, Yoongi lifted you- throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way into the living room. “I don’t like games,” He growled as his large hand swiftly connected with your bum cheek drawing out a lovely pained yelp from you. “What should I do first, little girl?” He purred while stopping right in front of the couch then tossing you down.

As you landed on the cushion, he entangled his hand in your hair once again; roughly yanking it to force your eyes up to him. His toothy grin sprawled across his face as he stared down at you while undoing his belt with his free hand. “You know what-” He began as the faint clanking of the metal hitting against each other sent chills down your spine. “I think I’ll go with my original plan, and use that pretty mouth..” With a solid tug, the black leather was effortlessly freed from his belt loops. “But first, let’s get those hands tied behind your back, shall we?”

The lust that consumed your thoughts made speaking more than difficult because all that you could manage was a faint nod as you bit your lower lip. “Good girl-” He cooed, massaging your sore scalp for a split second before releasing the grip he held in your hair. “You see how much more fun it is just to be obedient,” He teased- referencing your earlier behavior as he tapped your chin. “Turn around, little one.”

Immediately, you spun yourself around, sitting on your knees as you interlocked your hand behind you. Your skin tingled as Yoongi’s warm yet simultaneously icy touch had your skin breaking out in goosebumps while he slid the makeshifts binds around your wrists a couple times. “You look so pretty like this,” He said, tugging at the tongue of the belt- holding the leash tightly in his hand as he turned to you back to face him. His eyes wandered over you, admiring how helpless and innocent you looked with your hands bound behind you along with the dainty cross that hung just above your breasts. You were a sight for sore eyes, complete and utter perfection.

Palming at his hardened length through his jeans, the incubus got to work on undressing his lower half. His long fingers quickly undid his button and before you knew it he had the offensive clothing off and out of the way in a matter of seconds; allowing his solid cock to spring free. “Ahh.. fuck..” Yoongi hissed as the cool air brushed against his swollen tip while he grasped it at its base.

Your widened eyes stayed fixated on his manhood. The veins that ran along his shaft, his length, his girth- everything about it and him had your cunt aching for release. A small whimper flowed out of you as your mouth instinctively and eagerly opened up for him. He, of course, took full notice of this and couldn’t but smile at your willingness. “Not yet, baby..” He said in his enticingly deep tone, “First, I need to get this-” He added, toying with the collar of your shirt, “-off you... Hmm, seems that it’ll be too much of a hassle to unbind you now, so why don’t I just..” As his voice trailed off, his hands tightly gripping your collar before roughly tugging at each side; effortlessly ripping the thin fabric in two.

Another soft gasp left you as his sudden burst of strength had you nearly topple over, “Better?” You boldly replied as the clothing delicately fell off your shoulders; exposing your bare breasts.

“Most definitely..” Yoongi cooed, his plush lips curled up into a sly smile as your pert nipples practically begged to be toyed with. “Fuck.. maybe I should tit fuck you for a bit instead..” He snarled as he moved his hand from his hard-on to your chest, slowly ghosting over your alert flesh until his reached your right nipple. Taking your sensitive bud between his fingers, he expertly rolled it- pinching and tugging it so enticingly. He continued his playing, revering the adorably mousy whimpers and gasps that escaped you the rough he was as he stepped closer. “Shit..” He airily groaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your smooth inviting skin. “Fuck- My cock is going to look so damn good between your beautiful tits, babygirl..” He added as he began teasing your sensitive pearls with his manhood.

Releasing his grip on the makeshift lead, Yoongi cupped both your breasts as he adjusted his footing- angling his member right between them while his thumbs still teased your nipples. Pressing your breasts together, he began steadily thrusting his hips, letting out the most sinfully subdued groans as his member fucked your chest.

Though you had never been touched in this way before, something about what he was doing to you had that coil in your stomach tightening. Your entire body melted at the thought of being his little plaything- being used in whichever way he pleased or saw fit.

The incubus could practically read your filthy mind as his thrusting quickened. He could smell your sweet nectar as it dripped from your folds down your inner thighs. He may have been enjoying the feeling of your breasts, but he wanted to see just how sweet you would be. With a thundering groan, Yoongi halted his movements- quickly pulling away from your glorious chest with airy pants.

“Do you need me to..” He began, his voice trailing off as he laid you down; parting your legs as part as he could before crawling in between them. “Do you need me to help relieve you, darling?”

The second he finished speaking you found yourself frantically nodded. “Ye- Yes, please, please.~” You whimpered, nipping at your inner cheek as the sight of him between your legs threw your arousal into overdrive. “I need you so fucking badly.”

A smug grin crawled across his devilishly handsome face as he lowered himself onto you.

“I know you do.” He pompously retorted. Those plush lips of his skimmed over your skin, trailing down the middle of your body. As he neared your lower abdomen, he bared his teeth- letting them scrape your flesh the closer he came to your core.

“Ah- Ahh~” You gasped, trembling at the feeling of them digging into you. “Bi- Bite me..” You whined, bucking your hips up towards him as you felt the pinpricks of his fangs. The burn of his bite scoured your body and the heat between your legs grew hotter. The feeling of his rough hands palming, pinching and slapping your thighs drove you higher. Your breaths and moans mixed, intertwining into breathy mewls. Lust scratched at your mind as the heavy sensation in your abdomen pushed down. The first stroke of Yoongi’s tongue sent you bucking about, trying to feel more of that delicious friction. His forked tongue feathered over your clit, just barely touching.

The sob of frustration that erupted from your lips made Yoongi stop. He peered at your body in adoration. The sweat that slipped down your heaving chest, your lips reddened from your constant biting and most of all the smell of the ambrosia that leaked between your legs drove him into a frenzy. The demon pushed his face into your core, slicked his tongue in wide strokes as he drank your moans. He held your hips in position as you squirmed trying to get away from the pressure building within you. Yoongi brought his hand down on your thigh with power and precision, “Stop, moving.” The impact of his hand drew hot tears to your eyes. The throbbing warmth on your leg traveled directly to your clit.

“Oh now, who knew you’d react like that?” Yoongi rasped. He continued to suck and lap at your lips, giving your immense pleasure while keeping your orgasm at bay. “Let’s see…” Yoongi slapped your inner thigh millimeters away from your pussy. He watched as your clit twitched and pulsated at the sensation. An amused grin blossomed on his face, “The saying is true, ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.”

The tears left a scorching path as they rolled down your face. The sting of Yoongi’s hits and the nasty kisses he gave down below made you light headed. “Ple-please lemme cum,” The words slurred out of your mouth in a high-pitched cry. Your hamstrings shook and trembled from all the teasing you’d endured, and your body ached from the immensely tightened coil in your core. “Please, please-” You repeatedly begged as tears trickled down your cheeks.

Yoongi continued toying with your throbbing heat, lapping at your essence coated folds all while teasing your aching pearl. You pulled at your restraints as your body still wriggled beneath him as he refused to let up on you. “I- I can’t take it anymore..” You tearfully whined, your body suddenly stilled and tensed as you reached your peak. “I- I…” You stuttered out again just as needy moans freely flowed from your now shaking form while your climax slammed into you like never before.

The incubus heftily snarled against your core without easing his pace- the taste of your juices fueled that primal urge to just endlessly devour you. He loved the way you came apart, the way your body just gave up on trying to contain your high was precious. “Fuck..” He growled as he lifted his mouth off your pussy just for a moment, “Do you know fucking delicious you are?” He breathily asked. “I could eat you all damn day..”

You laid the still gasping and writhing while still attempting to calm yourself down from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Then do it..~” You melodically purred.

The incubus shook his head, Yoongi’s hands harshly connected with your inner thighs sending shockwaves of blended pain and pleasure soaring throughout your entire body. He wickedly smirked at the lovely view you provided as he roughly massaged and groped the reddening areas. “Mhmm, it’s more than tempting, but-” He jeered, motioning down to his swollen member. “I’m afraid I need to get to work on the little mouth of yours.”

Slowly, he rose from his spot between your legs- straddling you as moved up your body. Stopping just above your chest, he reached down and grasped your rosary. His fingers gracefully trailed up the thin chain before tightening it into a choker. He wanted to see it, even if it were only for a second or two, as he used your mouth. It’d be such a lovely addition to the saliva and tears that would paint your angelic face.

“Open up, babygirl.” He commanded while using the head of his cock to tap and trace your lower lip. “Master wants to feel your mouth.”

Immediately, you opened up nice and wide for him- flattening your tongue as you stuck it out and all. The look on your face was sinful. Your tongue glistened, soft and hot while your eyes remained half open with tears coating your dark lashes. A whine of impatience gurgled in the back of your throat as you waited to feel Yoongi’s dick enter your throat. More saliva welled in your mouth at the thought of how full you’d feel. The way his cock twitched as your breath wafted over him made you all the more impatient.

Yoongi could tell just how much you wanted to feel him and he relished in it. That sweet, scared appearance of yours dissipated and left behind a being of raw, wanton lust. It pleases him to no end to think he was the one to burn that facade. Holding your throat with one hand and his leaking cock in the other Yoongi slid himself against your tongue. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw fell with a beastly sound. It felt too damn good, the way you fit your tongue to the curve of his dick.

He teased a bit more shallowly fucking your mouth. The tingle in his gut grew stronger with every thrust. You’d been compliant, let him play with your mouth as he saw fit. On the last thrust, you sucked and licked over the head with fervor, wriggling your tongue against his slit. The demon hissed at the unexpected feeling, his stomach tightening. “So, that’s how my pet wants to play,” Yoongi smirked, “that’s fine, just be prepared.”  

You bat your wet eyes in a coquettish manner. “If Mas-,” Yoongi slid past your lips rest at the back of your throat. You involuntarily flexed around him, gagging. “Oh~, that’s the sound I like to hear.” He scrutinized you; as your eyes began to flutter he removed himself from your throat. Air burned in your lungs and fresh tears rolled over your face. A sob wracked you as your arousal spiked.

The way he used you was frightening, he knew things about your sexuality, you’d yet to discover.  

A hand gripping your face brought you away from your thoughts. “Back to me, again.” He repeated the process, rammed his dick into the back of your throat and sat there. He stroked your hair, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands, “I’m going to fuck this tight throat of yours until all you can do is moan. Wouldn’t you like that, pretty girl?”

You did like the thought, more than you wanted to admit. Yoongi pulled back and ground even deeper into your mouth. The burn of your stretching throat made your eyes roll back. The way he controlled you made you unspeakably wet. His grinding turned into powerful thrust as he made good on his promise and fucked your mouth. Your tongue lay flat against the bottom of your mouth as he plunged himself into you. Every thrust left you feeling deliciously full, then with every withdraw achingly empty. 

When he pulled himself free for the last time you moaned at how pretty and engorged his dick was. Your saliva made a sparkling line from his tip to your mouth in a way you could only consider to be art. A warm feeling spread inside as you looked to see his heaving chest and colored cheeks. He was coming apart, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

Yoongi shimmied his way back down your body and between your legs. The smell of your slickness intoxicated him. The demon pulled you up into his lap, your back resting on his chest. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his member against your core. “Still so fucking soaked, I promise you were made for this,” Yoongi whispered against the shell of your ear.  He held you in his arms as he rearranged the two of you.  Yoongi sat back onto the couch and placed you in his lap facing your bookcase. The demon placed his dick at your entrance and rolled his hips into you. The feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching had Yoongi on edge.

Full. Complete. Those were the only thoughts that entered your mind as you felt Yoongi’s cock pulsing inside of you. He stretched you and the momentary reprieve was appreciated. He hoisted you up by your thighs spreading them and dropped you back onto him. Euphoria snagged at the tendrils of your sanity. He kisses and sucked on the base of your neck as your head lay on his shoulder.

“Do you know how captivating you are bouncing on my cock? Lemme show you.” A mirror materialized in front of your eyes. You watched mesmerized by the way he thrust in and out of you. Your juices ran over your thighs and his as he fucked you. The pearl of your clit showed magnificently as it begged to be rubbed and pinched.  

“Oh fuck! You’re creaming all over me.” The sight of your pussy wide open and taking him so well had Yoongi ready to blow. The tension in his spine coiled tighter as he continued to fuck you. The little cross chain bounced with every thrust and movement. The demon gripped your thighs harder as he looked beyond the mirror to the line of fixed photographs. A devilish smile burst onto his face. As satisfying as fucking you was, he had a better idea.

You were so close when Yoongi stopped moving inside of you. You rolled your hips trying to find some friction to finally cum.

“Naughty. Don’t move “ Yoongi’s nails scraped the soft meat of your inner thigh.

You wailed angrily, “What?”

The demon pinched and pulled on your clit, you screamed at the sensation.  “I think you should be nicer, Pet. Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”  

Your screams quieted into whimpers quickly. “Now that your tantrum is over, you’re going to look at those cute little family photos while I fuck you into oblivion.” You could not deny his request as he thrust up into you again. He fucked you with deep hard strokes, stirring you up. You could feel the eyes of your family looking on as a demon edged you closer to orgasm every second.  “I wanna cum, fucking make me cum!” Your words were staccato as Yoongi continued to rail into you.  

He loved that you were making demands even with your arms still retrained. Yoongi watched as your gaze remained fixed on those pictures.  “You’re a cum hungry, slut. Look at you, pussy leaking all over while your family watches you get fucked by a demon. How does it feel to clench on my cock while granny watches over us?”   You moaned and clamped down harder than before. It wouldn’t be long before you came. Yoongi continued to spur you on with the nastiest of words. “You’re so close to cumming, Sweetness. I can feel it. Just let them know who and what fucks you so well. What’s got you right there?”

You couldn’t deny the tiniest tinge of guilt you felt as you took each and every one of his filling thrusts while your relatives eyes were glued to you, but you couldn’t fight the lust he plagued you with- nor did you want to.

“Y- Yo…” You attempted to replied only to have slurred, incoherent words escape between your moans.

“Use your words, little one.” He snarled, punctuating each word with a mind-blowing stroke. “Come on. Let’s hear it.”

“You do!” You finally muster out in the sweetest cry Yoongi had ever heard. “You, a- a demon.~” Your body trembled as your words fueled his speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your jaw to go slack.

“Damn fucking right I do.” Yoongi barked as he rose, lifting you with him. Moving his hands up your body, one quickly shot up to your hair- entangling itself in your messy mane, giving it a solid pull while his forearm wrapped around your neck.

The new position had him relentlessly slamming into your most sensitive spot at an overwhelming pace. A mix of throat-tearing screams and gasps for air left you as he drilled into your cunt. Biting and licking his way up, Yoongi placed his lips right beside your ear the second a thundering growl flowed out of him, “This is my pussy from now on, understand?” He grunted, his heated breath only enticed your incoming orgasm. “Under-fucking-stand?”

Frantically, you nodded to the best of your abilities, “Ye- Yes.~” You whined through your labored breathing, “Yes, Sir!”

You could feel his lip curl into a smile as he sharpened his thrusts, “Cum, babygirl-” He demanded, nipping at the crook of your neck. “Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your orgasm automatically hit you like a speeding freight train causing your jaded form to go limp in his arms as it unforgivingly sent you into that saccharine abyss. “That’s my girl.” Yoongi cooed against your sensitive skin while still pounding into you. He could feel your velvet tightening around him, practically begging him to cum. “Fucking hell..” He cursed as his movements sputtered, “You have me so damn close, princess. So damn close.”

Yoongi spilled his seed inside of you solidifying an “extended” stay in this realm.  He’d marked you as his own, no other thing would dare enter your home or you for that matter. His cock jumped as ropes of cum filled you.

Whatever strength you had left melted way as he came inside of you. You sighed, lost in the post-coital bliss. Yoongi placed you back onto the couch and slid from your heat with a hiss. He watched as his cum spilled from inside of you with heated eyes. The demon licked at his fangs, there were so many more ways to take you.  He was insatiable, but for now, he would let you rest.

You opened your mouth to speak only to find nothing coming out as he adjusted your position. Running his fingers through your hair, Yoongi hushed you- pressing his finger against his reddened lips. “Sh, sh- You don’t have to speak, my pet.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smile as your eyes shut. “I’m the best damn houseguest you’ve ever had.” He scoffed, “I guess I’ll have to thank that friend of yours sometime.”

[fey-and-sudden-and-unholy]

Random Survey 5

If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? I’ve been a black cat once or twice, over the years, so I think I’d choose to be a bat or an owl for a change.  My costume for the Bad Faeries Ball in November is actually going to be owl-based.

Do you have acne? No, I’ve got good skin.

You’re glad that you don’t ___. ... have a mouthful of tadpoles.  (I can’t think of anything serious, right now, but there are many things I’m glad I don’t, I’m sure.)

You’re glad that you do ___. have a bottle of 10-year-old port at home with my name on it.

Your favorite cuss word? Honestly, I think slang and euphemisms for curse words are more amusing.  But I still say fuck quite a bit.

Do you have cable? Who needs cable when there’s the internet.

What’s a show you wish that was still on air? I have a list a mile long.  My inner adolescent will always want Gargoyles back, and un-ruined.  I’d love a proper wrap-up season for Carnivale.  And dear lords, Penny Dreadful!  Resurrect Vanessa, for fuck’s sake, and take them off to Egypt for adventures so that she can discover more about herself as an entity far older than her faith.  Let her learn to see herself in a broader frame and find some peace and power in her darkness and her light. Give us a running side-arc about what Jekyll/Hyde’s up to as a character in his own right instead of Frankenstien’s glorified assistant. (He had so much potential!)  Tell us more about Catriona!  Give me back my adorable Professor Lyle.  Let Chandler remember he’s not actually the angsty teenager most of his characterization devolved into in the final season!    Let him re-connect with Lily.  Just... Just there’s SO MUCH that could still be done...!

Do you listen to the radio at all? Honestly no, not much.

Do you like hip hop? It’s like Country.  There’s a lot I don’t care for and a bit that I do.

Do you like snow? It’s pretty enough.  But then there’s ice on the road and it’s cold, and it gets dingy after the first couple of days.

What’s your favorite thing about your favorite season? Name the season. Fall!  It’s cool and the air takes on that smell and the leaves change, and I WILL NEVER BE TOO GROWN UP FOR HALLOWEEN, and I can wear comfy sweaters and my favorite jacket, and my boots.  All of my best outfits are fall/spring outfits, and I don’t care if that makes me shallow. :-P

You want your next pet to be what? Enh, my roommates have a puppy, and I think that’s enough pets, for the time being.  

Are you a religious person? No, but I’m a spiritual person.

Do you like pina coladas? And getting caught in the rain.

Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Maybe once or twice a year.

What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? Not much, unless you count videos/gifs I’ve happened across of people blowing their brains out on camera.  Once, I did follow a rather impressive trail of blood up some stairs to discover that my dad had gone and stabbed himself right through the knee while trying to plant a tree....

What is a dessert that you DON’T like? Not a fan of key lime pie.

And one that you love? The tea room I like has this great sticky toffee pudding with hot custard...

Twilight or Harry Potter? Harry Potter, of course, how dare you!

Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? I’m going to betray my stars and say vampire.  

I see… well… what is your favorite angry music? I used to listen to a lot of metal back in the early 00′s... Tool, Disturbed, Godsmack, Korn, Marilyn Manson, Ozzy, etc... Good, cathartic stuff.

What is something that you like that is really cheap in price? Those $1 packets of powdered instant gravy.  Add meat and veggies and spices and dump it over some rice and you’ve got a nice curry dish in a pinch.

What is something that you like that is kind of expensive? Duck.  Also, lamb.

What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? Depends on whether I’m at work or not.  If I am, I have to smile and be polite even as I imagine scooping out their eyeballs with a spoon.  If I’m not... enh, people are rarely rude to me, outside of work.  The last time I can recall, this old Boomer woman tried to demand that I let her in front of me in line at the grocery store.  I pretended to think about it a minute, then told her she should say please and continued with my evening while she fumed.  It should be noted she did not say please.  Do you argue with your significant other a lot? I have no significant other.

Have you ever had a really painful breakup? Of course.  Haven’t most people?

Do you write in print or cursive? If I’m at work I usually print.  But I like writing in cursive, otherwise.

Do you have neat handwriting? It used to be much neater.  I used to get compliments on it, and I dabbled in calligraphy.  Now that I’ve taken to writing first drafts by hand instead of tying myself to a keyboard for everything, I expect it’ll get that way again.

Do you keep a journal/diary? Yes, though I should be more faithful about writing in it.

If you HAD to change your eyecolor, what would you change it to? I dunno, green, maybe?

Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don’t say in between. Pale, I suppose.

Are you a good kisser ( make out )? I’m probably rusty, it’s been quite some time since I made out with anyone.  I’ll be honest, though, back when I bothered to try, it was getting harder to find really good kissers than it used to be.  People forgot to swallow first, there was no sensuality to it, and half the time they’d try to do that stupid dueling-tongues-with-their-mouth-an-inch-away-from-yours thing.  In my experience, these are indications that a person probably watches too much Hentai/Porn and almost certainly won’t be very good in bed.  They’ll fuck to please a non-existent camera/observer/their own fantasies, not their partner.

Apples or Bananas? Apples

Fruit or Veggies? Both

Water or Milk? Water, unless there are cookies or brownies involved

What kind of underwear do you like? I have a soft spot for vintage-style lingerie, though most of what I own is just regular, serviceable stuff.

Chicken or Fish? Both.

What are you wearing when you go to sleep? If it’s winter, my flannel star pajamas.  If it’s summer, a night gown or nothing at all.

Do you take any meds? If so which and why? No.

[seven-oomen]

First, I swear I’ll explain about the picture in a minute.

Next, it’s totally okay, I understand completely.  I, too, am prone to being a total space cadet sometimes.  My top skills are remembering/thinking of things when I’m in no position to act on them (composing review questions while at work, thinking of phone call I forgot to make while driving, realizing I didn’t show my mom the sonogram my friend sent me right as I fall asleep, etc.)  Really, I’m just happy finding others to talk about this stuff with who seem to appreciate and enjoy it as much as I do. :D

Omg, I’m SO EXCITED to see the necklace turn up, however that happens!  And as someone who 90% of the time also uses drinkware featuring superheroes and other nerdery for their alcohol, I very much approve Derek’s choices, whether it makes it into the story or not.  I also enjoyed both versions of the chapter flashback, but the first was definitely more “Oh My…”, and the redo more straight up fluffy and adorable. 

And I love all that stuff in the ideas tag!  With Corey there’s so much potential stuff that can be done with someone with those types of powers.  I admit I don’t know too much about exactly how his are supposed to work. his powers are due to genetics and not outside forces in this, could it perhaps be connected to how Gerard has been able to do some of the things he’s done?   (Could the wolves track him while invisible in the show?)  And oh, my God, that is a total Moon Moon moment (resisting the urge to make a comment about why Ian was trying to fit a ball in his mouth).  I choose to believe that Noah and Chris coordinated to trick Peter into doing that and managing to get it on camera.  They threaten to make it part of the family Christmas card.  Peter only agrees if they make it so that all the pictures used embarrass everyone equally.  Which is where some of the BTS type stuff could come in.  (My lord, they are all such dorks.  I mean, I follow Ian, Linden, JR, and Hoechlin on Insta and or Twitter, so we been knew, really, but still. XD )  And I’m all for any plot points or incidents that allow Lydia to showcase just how awesome she truly is.  Also, I will never turn down an idea that involves puppy piles and cuddle puddles.  I’ve been in this fandom too damn long not to have developed a deep-seated love for damaged characters getting the affection and comfort they deserve.

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the examples of my often questionable musical tastes. ;D  I think I first heard that song on an anime music video (for LOVELESS I think, of all things), and I was just like “well this is catchy as hell”.  As someone whose musical tastes are all over the gd place, I like to imagine they all have some genre that they’re secretly a fan of but don’t want to admit to because it might clash with their grunge-y punk image (the other two totally know anyway.)  Speculatively I’d say boy bands for Peter, bubblegum pop/pop-punk for Chris, and classic (read: dad) rock for Noah, but I welcome other opinions. 

And jsyk, it really makes me happy to know that my reviews are helpful for more than just story ideas.  Which partially brings me to the picture I’ve attached.  I work in a pet supply store, and the item on the right is a dog toy we carry and every time I look at it, all I can think of is how much it reminds me of Deucalion.  Like, I can’t not see it at this point.  And nobody I work with would have the slightest idea what I’m talking about, so I finally made this so that I could share it those that might get why it’s so funny to me.  So here it is.  And if you are still in need of things for distractions, here is a list of some random incidents that have (mostly) occurred at my work in the last few days:

1) Someone left a 4 Iron in one of our shopping carts along the far wall of the store.  We have no clue where it came from, we aren’t anywhere near any kind of golf or sporting goods store.  (I checked and there was no sign of blood on it, so no one was ditching a weapon on us or something.)

2) I walked into our warehouse and asked “why does it smell like sparklers in here?”, saw a coworker standing looking out the back door, and walked over to see that there was a car on fire about a block away in another parking lot.  (The fire department was already on scene putting it out, it looked like it started near the front driver’s side tire?)

3) A child ate one of the fancy dog treats we have on display (luckily that one is mainly yoghurt and peppermint extract), and then try to drink from the fountain we have set up for any dogs that come in.  I don’t think mom ever noticed.

4) We now carry a special, highly filtered, and ph-balanced (and overpriced) bottled cat water (no really), that seems simultaneously like a brilliant idea (because UTIs), but also somehow one of the whitest things I’ve ever seen (and I say this as a white person who grew up basically middle-class).

5) One of the smoke alarms in my apartment started doing the dead battery warning beep at around midnight Sunday night.  I unfortunately was out of the size I needed to replace it, so I just popped out the one that was in it.  Turns out it’s also hardwired, so that did nothing.  It beeped the entire night.  I would have gotten worried about my neighbors, but they had one that they let beep for like a week back in Feb, so I decided I didn’t care.  When I stopped to buy a replacement I also ended up buying two bags of candy with the justification that they were on sale and I might need them for the next chapter.

6) Our pet bathing area re-opened, which meant we finally got a visit from one of my fave canine customers.  His name is Jax, he’s an American Akita, and he is a gigantic, sweet, bear of a dog.  Seriously, he comes to about my hip (I’m right around 5'4), weighs around 190lbs, and is a beautiful dark brown/black brindle all over.  He is also one of the most calm, chill dogs I have ever met (he’s been coming in for years), and I love to watch other people react to seeing him for the first time.

7) While searching around my music files and Spotify for suggestions, I got distracted and ended up treating my neighbors to an impromptu concert that consisted mostly of 00s divas and 60s bubblegum pop (oddly, a lot of Herman’s Hermits and Ohio Express has a very similar vibe to Bowling for Soup, to me at least), because I had headphones in, and didn’t realize I’d started singing along for…a while.  I did consider apologizing for that, at least, but ultimately decided to just ignore that it happened.

Anyway, I hope you are feeling a bit better now, and that some of the weirdness that is my life at least provides some entertainment.  And that the therapy session at least feels like something you think will help in the long run, even if it sucks massively right now.  I’m so proud of you for going, and sticking with it (I know so many who need to who don’t, for whatever reason).  It is hard, and exhausting, and I am always awed by those that are determined to see it through.  (Sorry if any of that comes across weird.  My automatic supportive defaults tend to be humor and awkward sincerity, and I always worry that one will come across as the other and vice versa.  Social anxiety is a hell of a drug.)  So, I’m gonna go ahead and wrap up the verbal flailing for now, please enjoy whenever you see this tomorrow (I think?  I’m terrible about keeping track of that sort of thing.  Also, how is most of Europe just one time zone?!  …anyway…)

Ok, I need to find out where I can get that crocodile/Alligator. for uh, for Mo...

Yeah for Mo.

(It’s for me, I would totally buy a dog toy if I thought it looked adorable.)

I definitely toned that scene down, though I kept some necessary exposition where Chris thinks on what happened between them. Might include some teenage raunchiness later, as someone pointed out to me, Peter would definitely be like that, as would Noah (probably). Chris would definitely be more reserved, he barely got a sex education aside from abstinence. ( Because I don’t see Gerard as the type of person who’d give his son the talk, honestly.)  

And as someone who also drinks alcohol in superhero or Halloween glasses and mugs, I had to throw Derek’s very mature choice in there. Batman mug stays XD

I’ll admit, that was exactly what I was thinking with Corey’s power and how I could use it in the story. So I’m curious to see where I’ll go with it eventually, but yeah, that’s on my idea list.

.. must resist Ian & JR ballsy jokes.. you are not twelve Ben.

I am.

I really am. A twelve-year-old in a twenty-nine-year-old body.

I bet Ian wanted to prove what he could fit in there. He wanted to show some ballsy moves. It’s practice for-

Okay, I’ll stop.

And they are the biggest dorks, I follow Ian, JR, Colton, and Holland on and my lord, they’re such dorks. Definitely following Linden now too though. hehe.

I can see them trying that trick with Jackson, Malia, Ben, and Scott as well. Scott just falls face first and tries to fit a tennis ball into his mouth. Ben just looks at the tennis ball, figures that ain’t gonna fit and balances it on his face instead. Malia opens her mouth, notices the camera coming out, and just poses while smiling at the camera. Jackson though pretends to not understand what he has to do until Chris shows him how it’s done and then Jackson quickly points to Chris and while Noah films it laughing his ass off.

They make an awesome Christmas card with all of them doing something with that tennis ball.

Speculatively I’d say boy bands for Peter, bubblegum pop/pop-punk for Chris, and classic (read: dad) rock for Noah, but I welcome other opinions.

SO MUCH YES.

Also, Nickelback for Chris & Never gonna give you up. They're guilty pleasures. I would also like to suggest for Peter, either the Spice girls or like the Vengaboys. Gets him going but only when he’s alone at home and he’s wearing headphones. Because God forbids someone else hears it too. And I kinda wanna say Baby Metal for Noah. Idk seems like that might fit him and it’s hilarious to think about. Some headcanons don’t need to make sense.

Also, just for shits and giggles.

Caramelldansen in English and Swedish. 

Makes these dads (and Melissa and Derek) move and dance around the new house like crazy, Ben joins in, because of the funny voices. 

The teenagers are mortified.

MORTIFIED.

This made me so happy, 

3) A child ate one of the fancy dog treats we have on display (luckily that one is mainly yoghurt and peppermint extract), and then try to drink from the fountain we have set up for any dogs that come in.  I don’t think mom ever noticed.

I feel like that’s basically toddler behavior. Also, Ben did this at some point. One hundred percent. He walked into the pet section at a store and started eating the dog treats. Chris didn’t notice, Peter did, asked him about it and went; well, it’s probably not toxic for him, so whatever. He did film it. Noah and Chris yelled at him.

4) We now carry a special, highly filtered, and ph-balanced (and overpriced) bottled cat water (no really), that seems simultaneously like a brilliant idea (because UTIs), but also somehow one of the whitest things I’ve ever seen (and I say this as a white person who grew up basically middle-class).

That is the whitest shit I’ve ever heard. And yes I’m white too from lower middle class. But still...

But maybe that’s because I live in a country where I can drink tap water so that’s what Mo gets in his fountain.

And your stories made me smile my friend, every single one. <3 thank you for sharing these.

I wish I had funny ones really. Only one I can think of is some of my customers I run into as a tech support guy.

Customer calls me to tell me they don’t have internet. I ask, “Where’s your modem and how is it plugged into the network?”

Customer: It’s still in the box I received it in.. it’s wireless..”

Me: 

Cue ten-minute argument on how it’s not wireless like that and how he needs to install his modem... yeah. People and technology...

But anyway, I’ll stop rambling now because it’s 1 am here and I need to go to sleep again.

1 am is in the Amsterdam/Berlin timezone where I live in.

That is 6 pm in NYC

And 4 pm in California.

So I am 7-9 hours ahead of the US, to give you an idea about timezones.

[shamelessly4shameless-blog]

Nickovich. (pt 1)

NEW FIC!!! So I have never tried a crossover before but these two could be fricken amazing so here I go ... Imagine if when Mickey escaped prison, whilst he tries to meet up with Ian, he ends up meeting another fugitive - Nicky Nichols. I don’t know how long this one will be - it’s just for fun really so let me know what you think and I really hope you enjoy it :) Han xx

There is a scraping sound as the door is prised open. Mickey feigns sleep but his hand wraps tightly around the baseball bat, ready. A light is shone very briefly into the gloom of the van and then a bedraggled figure climbs in. Mickey gives them a moment to relax and then lunges. The intruder lets out a shriek as Mickey drags them down.

They tussle until Mickey manages to land a vicious body blow to the intruders gut. The figure curls protectively inwards as Mickey scrabbles to his feed and lifts up the bat, using it to jab the gasping huddle of clothes at his feet

“Get the fuck up and get the fuck out, asshole.”

There is a groan but no sign of movement and Mickey shakes his head impatiently.

“If I count to three and you’re still here, I’m gonna smash your fuckin’ head in with this bat. One … Two motherfucker, I ain’t jokin’ … Okay … Th...”

“Wait! Jesus! Wait!”

Mickey lowers the bat cautiously and squints downwards suspiciously

“Put your torch on.”

“What? Why?”

“Because the pissed guy with the steel bat aimed at your face is tellin’ you to.”

He snaps and after a second the little light comes on with a click illuminating the van. Wide brown eyes stare up at him, thickly ringed with patchy black eye-liner.

“You’re a chick?”

“And you’re a dick. So fucking what?”  

Mickey draws a heavy breath through his nose and lets it out in an impatient huff

“Wouldn’t have punched you so hard if I’d known. Not fuckin’ pregnant are you?”

“Probably not any more.”

The young woman quips and then grins at Mickey’s horrified expression

“Just fuckin’ with you, handsome.”

Mickey bites his lip and almost smiles but pushes it away

“Alright, good. Now fuck off.”

“Hey, c’mon. It’s a damn typhoon out there! Can’t I stay a little bit?”

“No.”

Mickey says bluntly.

“I got a beer. I’ll share it with ya.”

She pulls a can out of her pocket and wiggles it at him enticingly. Mickey tries to snatch it and she clutches it to her chest reproachfully

“Hey!”

“Bitch, consider it fuckin’ payment for scratchin’ up my van.”

“Your van is a piece of shit. I broke in because I thought there is no way anyone actually still owns this hunk of junk.”

“Well someone does fuckin’ own it, and you ain’t stayin’.”

Mickey lights a cigarette, his eyes flicking toward the young woman who is watching the smoke curl with an almost blissful longing on her face. He snorts quietly and offers her the pack.

“Want one?”

“Oh! God bless you!”

She grasps for the packet but Mickey snatches it back, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Okay, sure, I get it … you wanna share?”

She smiles, an infectious grin that makes Mickey smile back despite himself. Her smile reminds him of someone but he can’t place it. She huffs out a breath and gestures to the world outside, a flippant gesture that hides her desperation well.

“Maybe by the time we’re done with our picnic the rain will stop, huh?”

“You wanna fuckin’ hope so.”

Mickey grunts, stooping beside his flimsy blow up mattress and picking up a used paper coffee cup and holding it out for her to fill. She does so carefully, measuring the half by tilting the can to her ear judiciously. It is a fair minded thing to do and Mickey feels a twinge of something close to liking.

“You wanna trade names too?”

“Not really.”

“Well I do! I gotta appeal to your better nature and hostage one-o-one, get your captor to know your name so they see you like a human and like you more.”

“Bitch, I ain’t your captor.”

Mickey gives her a frustrated look and shakes his head, sipping his beer.

“Sure you’re more like an anti-captor but whatever, my name is Nicky.”

Mickey gives her a flat eyed stare, though he doesn’t care to explain exactly why that annoys him so much. Mickey and Nicky? Bitch definitely ain’t staying now.

“Nichols. Nicky Nichols.”

“Alright, fuck you. That is not a real fucking name.”

“Uh … yeah it is.”

“Bullshit.”

Mickey scoffs, downing the rest of his beer.

Nicky Nichols? What kind of shitty, weird, double-sounding name is that?

“Hey, if I was gonna make up a name, it would be a lot more imaginative that. I’d be like … Lorna … Reznikov.”

Nicky frowns at the can of beer in her hand and shakes her head sadly

“Okay, that wasn’t fuckin’ imaginative at all. I just took the first name of my bat-shit crazy ex and stuck it with the last name of my prison Mom. Sorry.”

Her apology is weirdly genuine for something Mickey couldn’t give two fucks about and he begins to wonder if they woman sitting in his van is mentally ill.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“So what’s your name?”

Mickey licks his lip and looks away dismissively

“C’mon, if you don’t tell me, I’m gonna name you like a pet and you look like a wet possum so it’s not gonna be a great name.”

“A fuckin’ possum?”

“Yeah, you got those angry little dark eyes and pale, pointy face.”

Mickey touches his nose self-consciously before dropping his hand and glaring at her.

“You suck at makin’ people like you. You ever get kidnapped, they’re gonna kill you real fuckin’ quick.”

Nickey laughs and punches his arm affectionately

“Hey, I didn’t say you aren’t handsome – you are, if I was even a tiny bit hetro I’d be all over you – but you might wanna get some rouge or somethin’ cause you’re pale as fuck.”

“You look like a scrawny panda in a raggedy ass, dollar store tranny wig.”

Mickey snaps, he’s tired and it has taken him a minute to think of an insult but this is a pretty good one, the sort of thing that would make Mandy spit at him.

“Yeah? Fuck. Good job I won’t be sleeping rough tonight or I’ll look even shittier tomorrow.”

Nicky gives him another one of those smiles and the word ‘adorable’ pops into Mickey’s head unbidden. Ian. Of course that is who it reminds him of! Who else does Mickey know with a smile like that? The kind of smile that seems to come from a natural well of happiness and self-assurance that even the most trying of circumstances can’t completely suck dry.

He doesn’t immediately tell her to fuck off so Nicky shuffles back into the van a little way. She tugs a sweater that is on the floor across her lap like a blanket and gives Mickey a plaintive stare

“Seriously, man, whoever you are, whatever your name is, I have no where else to go tonight. I’m not gonna rob you or snore or any annoying shit. I just need to sleep somewhere relatively safe in this crazy fuckin’ city.”

Mickey pushes a hand through his hair, it’s too long but he hasn’t had a chance to cut it yet and he needed it to look different for the escape.

“I could be some psycho rapist. If this is your idea of safe, you’re pretty fucked up.”

“Yeah, no, really, I am. But I’m not the worst judge of people and you seem the nice side of shitty so please? Can I stay?”

For the first time, her lip trembles a little and the tough façade cracks ever so slightly. She looks suddenly very tired and very small and Mickey thinks of Mandy, somewhere in Indiana most likely, but if things have gone so fuckin’ awful that she were in a random van with a random guy, wouldn’t Mickey want to think she might catch a break?

“Steal my shit or try to stab me or any fuckin’ bullshit like that, I’ll cut your tits off.”

His voice is gruff but he hands her another cigarette and a packet of jerky.

“Understood.”

Nicky nods and claps her hands earnestly before her, looking up at him with huge dark eyes before accepting his offerings.

She rummages in her bag and comes up with a small bottle of vodka which she holds out to Mickey

“Sharing, right?”

“Thanks.”

Mickey raises his eyebrows at the unexpected treat and gives her a genuine smile

“Awww! Shit! See, when you smile – WAY less possum! More adorable puppy.”

Mickey snorts and raises his middle finger in salute.

“Don’t push it, Nichols.”

“Hey! You believe me about my shitty name!”

Mickey shrugs and stretches back on the airbed, he doesn’t mind sharing his shelter but he’s not giving up his bed.

“It’s weird as hell, but sure why not.”

The vodka is warming it’s way down his throat and spreading across his chest before settling comfortably in his belly. It makes him feel so much better than he has in weeks, drinking with a … well, not a friend, but someone who has a decent fuckin’ sense of humour at least.

They sit in silence for a little while, passing the bottle back and forth and then Nicky clears her throat.

“I gotta be honest with you about something. I’m on the run, I’m putting it out there because in hindsight it was a dumb thing to do to give you my name and I would appreciate you not yelling it from the rooftops.”

“Not my business what you’re doin’. I can keep my mouth shut.”

Mickey shrugs and stifles a yawn.

“Yeah you don’t really seem to be much of a chatter box.”

Nicky rolls onto her side and points her torch directly at Mickey’s face

“You running away from a crappy marriage?”

“What? Why? I’m not … hey, get that fuckin’ light out of my face.”

Mickey frowns as Nicky obligingly angles the light away from him.

“No I’m not running away from a crappy marriage. I got divorced from my crappy marriage. Last year.”

“Ha! I was kidding but shit! Interesting. You don’t look old enough to have been married long enough for it to be crappy.”

Mickey laughs and bites his lip hard to try and stop it but the vodka has done a number on him and he feels like a soap bubble of words is making it’s way up from his gut and there is nothing he can do to stop it. He doesn’t even want to! He’s been alone far too long.

“Married a hooker I knocked up when my Dad caught me banging the red-head kid I worked with. I was eighteen I think. Anyway, that was a whole fuckin’ disaster cause he was banging her too and I think the kid is mine but I don’t really know … I mean it doesn’t fuckin’ matter now but yeah. Wasn’t great.”

Nicky is looking at him with a peculiar mixture of amusement, respect and sorrow and Mickey shrugs to himself.

“I’m here for the red-head. I miss him.”

“Oh man. You’re love sick.”

Nicky puffs out her lower lip sympathetically and passes the vodka back to him

“That sucks, dude.”

“Yeah. I mean, he’s a handful you know? He’s got the bi-polar, got it from his Mom, makes him fuckin’ crazy to be around and he won’t take his meds properly cause he’s stubborn as fuck.”

Nicky grins at the obvious pride in his voice as her new acquaintance says this and she raises a stick of jerky in salute.

“I got one of those too – not the bi-polar but an equally infuriating kind of unpredictable crazy. She won’t take meds for it either, thinks she doesn’t need them. Suuuure! Great! Don’t fuckin’ take ‘em, I’ll just hang around waiting to scoop up the pieces.”

Nicky throws her hands dramatically wide and Mickey almost chokes in his eagerness to agree

“Fuckin’ right! You know, I don’t even mind that because it’s not his fault but a little gratitude? You know? Maybe, like, ‘thank you for putting up with my shit’ rather than telling me my bitch ex-wife had to pay him to come and fuckin’ visit. Asshole.”

Mickey shakes his head irritably and then sighs, rubbing his face roughly with his palms.

“But I love him. And I’m an asshole too, so fuck it. What can I do?”

Nicky moves closer to him and puts a tentative hand on his denim clad knee

“You can try until you can’t try any more. Then you have to walk away before you kill him or kill yourself. It sucks, but it’s true, kid.”

Mickey worries at a hangnail beside his thumb and mumbles

“I don’t want my life without him in it though.”

“Sometimes that’s not our call. Chin up, kid. If he’s smart and if he deserves you, he’ll sort his shit out and the two of you can drive off into the sunset in this rusty tin can.”

Mickey is sinking under the dual weight of booze and exhaustion but he manages a half smile and a vague ‘Fuck you.’ before he is completely submerged.

[2phetalia-imagines]

Anon: Imagine where the reader is always really exited when they pass the pet store in order to meet their Boyfriend 2p Russia at the park across from the shop, but they has no time with work / school and can't afford it. One day their favorite puppy is gone and they're really bummed. Russia invites them back to his apartment for lunch and she's greeted with her favorite puppy .When the reader asks, he's like well, I needed company and you're always welcome to visit :) ( just wants to see them more)

I wanted to try a little different way of writing, but let’s see how it goes! Enjoy this experimental writing sweeties :)

There is a building across from the park.

An unassuming building with its grey cover and printed company title hanging just above the double window doors. There are many windows that allow others to peer in, too see the big eyed and adorable faces of baby animals. Or the more exotic creatures (compared to the fluffy puppies and cats and small little mice) that are to be cared for with great responsibility, such as the hedgehog, porcupine, or the reptiles with their unblinking eyes and scales.

There are also animals that have been rescued, wary eyes peering at the people who stared back at them, hearts beating fast but eagerly for another chance.

You always stopped to look at the animals, but nothing more so than a specific puppy. It was a fluffy thing with a grayish sort of coat mixed with browns and blacks, the fur practically enveloping the small body until it looked like nothing more but a large chocolate marshmallow. It often bounced around with no end in sight, dark eyes glimmering and muzzle opening into a wide beaming smile as it leaned against the window, the stubby paintbrush tail flapping side to side with its happiness. It was a little ball of sunshine and you wanted this puppy.

And you would HAVE HIM.

Even if you had to steal him.

Well, okay, maybe you wouldn't steal him, even as you despaired at the long hours of work as you stalked up on cash, you wanted the accomplishment of having earned the right for this puppy. To know you had worked hard and that your heart, tears, and sweat were given to have this beautiful, adorable little marshmallow. That didn't mean you stopped cursing over how expensive animals could be, wishing it wouldn't take so long to have this happy puppy for your own.

I can ask Ion for some help.

But you weren't entirely certain he would want to have a puppy.

The two of you were often busy with school and work (and honestly you were putting a dollar every other week into the savings, not much with all the rent and food and tuition) and what little time you both did have was for each other. Neither of you had the time or space to care for a puppy, especially one that would grow even bigger than the couch in the living room.

You shouldn't even be contemplating on buying the puppy.

Truly you were just a little too eager for an animal you couldn’t afford.

But it's such a cute puppy.

But do you really need a puppy?

I want that puppy.

BUT DO YOU NEED HIM?

HE'S SO ADORABLE THOUGH.

You groaned in dismay as you realized it was a battle. A battle you would lose with yourself. An ever losing battle every time you walked the small sidewalk towards the park (which just had to have a pet store right in front of the entrance where all the kiddies could spot them and beg their parents for a pet while their parents despaired over the injustice of listening to their children cry all the way home). You could see the building even from here, it's oddly tame structure compared to the other buildings around this area. You would see the puppy again and think: Soon. I shall have you and pet you, adorable marshmallow.

Yet as you neared the window, all you could see were the smaller puppies, golden and white furred and grey, but not that meshed brown, overgrown puppy.

Your heart dropped.

"No..."

The puppy is gone.

You almost cried.

Instead you sniffled a little, tugged the collar of your coat up to your cheeks, and walked stiffly across the road towards the park. It was the walk of shame mingled in with the heavy ache of a battle lost before it could ever start.  

Someone had bought the puppy. Someone had bought the puppy and now you will never see it again.

But maybe they live somewhere around here? Maybe they'll walk the puppy in the park and you'll be able to watch from afar like a betrayed lover as the puppy happily pranced around with its new owner, and then you'll weep at home and think of what could have been.

Everything that could have been.

Ion spotted you before you spotted him, too torn by the idea of never seeing the puppy or seeing the puppy and crying while eating ice cream, that you never noticed his call and the confusion when all you did was stand there thinking of all the What If's.

The betrayal is already real.

One would think a person would feel more like this if the boyfriend had cheated or something similar, but sorry not sorry Ion. The heart has already been given to The Puppy.

Ion was an absolute sweetheart though.

He already could see the sadness, even if he didn’t truly understand what had caused it. Instead of trying to pry immediately he instead, calmly asked if you wished to visit his house, to have lunch, to speak together. In all honesty all you wanted was to run home and ask God why he couldn't let you have the puppy.

IT WAS SUCH A FLUFFY PUPPY!

"Yeah... okay."

Ion smiled and for a moment you wanted to climb a small tree and smack him.

How dare he be happy when you were filled with sadness!

You refrained in the name of love.

It absolutely had nothing to do with the marshmallow puppy. Of course not.

(Lies.)

¤ Ω ¤

"Do you mind grabbing the remote from my room? I left it in there by accident."

Ion, you fool, only an idiot would leave the remote in a room where there isn't a TV.

You trudged through the small hallway, listening to Ion in the kitchen, his entire being seemingly puffed up more proudly than he should be.

His room wasn't that large, so it would only take just moments to find the remote, especially with his strange, and almost blank neatness of his room. It might even just be on the dresser, sitting innocently next to a picture of Ion and his family.

The door creaked open and without warning a barreling monster of fur tackled you. You shrieked as it began to lick and bark and pad all over your sprawled form. Your hands quickly cupped over the mouth of the creature, feeling the wet nose and the small barely grown teeth poking out from the gums of an open mouth.

You stared into glimmering dark eyes, blinked, and then shrieked.

"MY MARSHMALLOW!"

Ion peeked from around the corner of the kitchen, spotted a happy puppy and an even happier girlfriend. He slowly returned to the food, listening as you shrieked, “FLUFFY MARSHMALLOW, I LOVE YOU.”

[lina-lines]

Tale as old as time

I go bored one night, and this fic was inspired by a conversation I had with @canadian-buckbeaver 😘

—

The morning sun was entering Arial’s room throughout her little window. Today looked like a beautiful day, birds were  singing, flowers were blooming, and it seemed her brother Sans was already in his workshop. After cleaning herself and preparing breakfast for her and Sans, she got ready to go to town, she must give back to Mr. Lizard the book he had borrowed her last week.

–Sans!– Arial shouted to her brother – I’m leaving now! Do you need something?! – After some crashes and weird mechanical noises, Sans’ voice was heard –Ok A!! Just come back before sundown!–

Arial could only roll her eye sockets, she knew that when Sans had a machine idea, he would work until he got it right, or his workshop ending up in flames. Well, he could only be there for him and make sure he didn’t work himself to the bone.

After a 10 minute walk, the little town was seen, it was a quiet village, everyday like the one before, full of little people who lived a peaceful life.

–Good morning Arial!!– shouted the familiar voice of the town’s baker, Muffet  – Where you off to? –

Arial was always amazed of Muffet multitasking abilities, as she was talking to her, Muffet also was preparing a tea and some loafs of bread for some monsters.

–To the librarby! I just finished the most wonderful story about a sword, and a wizard, and a…– Arial could only get more excited when talking about the books she read, before being interrupted –Yeah, yeah, very nice!! Muffin, the bread!–

Shrugging it off, Muffet was busy as always, after all she wanted to get back home soon so whatever.

The library is usually empty, which is good for Arial, that way she had privacy to read without distractions. After a few hours, she thanked Mr. Lizard for giving her her favorite book as a present. Then as she walked home and read her book once more, she didn’t noticed the poor duck shoot out from the sky.

–Excellent as always M’lord, you didn’t missed a single shot!– a lanky looking skeleton with a golden fang cheered. Slim always acting like a little puppy following his master.

A bright metallic blue eye light shone deviously, there stood a short fanged skeleton, magic flaring in his hands as he saw his prey fall.

–I know! I’m the magnificent Cranberry after all mutt! I don’t know the meaning of “failing”! – said the little skeleton striking a pose

As Arial passed by, Cranberry looked at her with awe, determination flaring in his features, he wanted that girl, and he was certain to get her as his wife, after all, any monster in their right mind would die to be the Magnificent Cranberry’s mate.

–You know mutt, it’s time for me to make a move on her, the most handsome monster in town should only have the best, and Arial, being the most gorgeous skeleton, is the best, therefore she is mine – Cran smirked as he started approaching her –But M’lord! She is the “inventor’s” sister! He is a loon! Maybe Arial could be as crazy as him! I recommend to … hmph!! –

Slim was silenced with a not so subtle punch in the face, Cranberry’s face was everything but pleased at the nerve his mutt had to speak without praising him or his decisions. Arial might be difficult to start with, but he was sure that with the proper training, Arial would be the perfect wife, and dare to say mother of his offspring? That mental image made him blush a bit, to think Arial over him, adoring him everyday in every possible way, and raising strong children for him to be proud of. But he shake it off as Arial was about to leave the town. He quickly walked in front of her, but as distracted as she was, Arial bumped right into him.

–Oh I’m so sorry Cran, I wasn’t paying attention. – Arial excused herself to the short skeleton, while he wordlessly took the book off her hands. –Cran, please give me my book back – she said –Why do you keep reading as if is the end of the world, you should socialize more my dear –Cran said as he grabbed Arial by the hip –What do you say if we head to the pub and have a drink or two as I tell you some of my fantastic adventures–

Arial rolled her eye sockets, she had always disliked Cran’s egocentric personality, how awfully he treated others, like if he was the lord and grace that ruled over everyone’s life. Well, not hers, that was for sure.

–I’m so sorry Cran, but my brother expects me before sundown, and I’m not sure what he would say if I got late– quickly Arial responded to the invitation. –I’m sure you’re loon of a brother won’t even notice you are gone Miss Arial– Slim chuckled to himself, but heard clearly by the other monsters. –My brother isn’t crazy! He is a genius! –

As soon as those words left her mouth, a loud “boom” was heard coming from her house. Arial got rid of Cran’s grip as she ran towards her home. On the other hand, both Cran and Slim started howling of laughter.

——

As she got home, Arial heard their little dog barking at the workshop’s door,the little white dog was now a dusty grey, this made Arial inmensendly worried, cause even if her brother was a genius who could teleport, there was always the chance that he could be caught distracted, and with only 1 HP, any sign of dust was alarming to her, not to mention the big burning hole on one of the walls.

–Hush Toby, everything is OK – Arial said as she picked up the little animal –Sans!! Sans are you alright!?– Arial was opening the basement’s door, a thick cloud of smoke coming out, making her nonexistent lungs hurt.

As she got closer, she found her brother inside a barrel, loud snores being heard. Arial gave soft chuckles, opened the windows and gently taped her brother’s bottom.

–Sans, the world might be upside down, but we can’t join it– some soft laughs were heard from inside the barrel, then a soft “plop” and a flash of blue, and Sans was standing next to her –Well, you know what they say, it you can’t against them, join em–

Arial was about to laugh, until she noticed the many little scratches and when checking Sans HP, 0.3/1 wasn’t a good thing at all. Arial gave him a cold hearted look, she was completely OK with Sans being an inventor/scientist, but what she would never approve, was Sans pushing himself until he was dangerously weak.

– He he…. Don’t worry A, I’m fine. But it is so much better than anything I could have imagined!!– Sans eyes shone like a child on a candy store – Is even more powerful than what I originally expected! And look at this! –

Sans rushed to his tool table, grabing a weird looking bracelet. When he put it on, his invention came to life. Blue magic shone, and the giant skull began to move, the “Gaster Blaster” was finally finished. Sans said something, but his voice instead came out throughout the giant skull. Arial gasped in awe, he finally did it!! All Sans’ hard work was finally fruitful, he had had the Blaster idea since he was a child, and it was not until several months after moving to town, that he finally started his project. So many prototypes, fail attempts and several fires, but it was finally here!!

–Oh Sans!! YOU DID IT!! I’M SO PROUD!!!– Sans blushed a bit after hearing this –He he… thanks sis… But now I’m so bone tired… I finished just in time!! Tomorrow is the fair in New Home!! – Arial hug her brother tightly – I knew you could do it!! You will be recognized as the great scientist I know you are! Just like you said dad was!– Sans just hugged her little sister a bit tighter –Yeah… thanks sis…–

After having dinner and some sleep, Sans was ready to go, but due to the short time he had, Sans had to take the forest path to get by sunrise tomorrow. The old forest was dangerous, but Sans had assured Arial that with his Blaster, he would be safe. Little Toby yipped dutifully, a little backpack on his back. Toby had always protected Sans, once when Sans had gotten really hurt, Toby had gone to town to find Arial. Toby was both a pet and protector, the little white dog was the best friend both Sans and Arial could ask for.

– Goodbye Sans! Good luck!! – Sans waved at her, his usual grin across his face –See you in three days A!! –

—–

Sans was utterly lost. There was no other explanation for how long he had traveled and that he wasn’t out yet. He could always try to teleport, but not having a clear image on how New Home looked nowadays, there was great chance he won’t end up where he needs and wants. On the other hand he could teleport back home, but with how weak he already felt, there was no way he could teleport himself, Toby and the Blaster. He gave a heavy sigh, the only option was to continue, he would get out eventually, he should have packed more quiche though. Suddenly, Toby started barking, that wasn’t a good sign at all. Sans grab the bracelet and put it on, ready to defend himself, and so, three Timberwolves appeared between the trees, the wooden creatures growled at him, and launched themselves towards the skeleton.

After a lot of laser shooting, running throughout the forest, Sans had lost Toby in the way, but he was a smart dog, he would find his way home, and so as Sans, he would find his way to his little sister. But right now… he needed to find a place to rest for the night, and the pouring sky wasn’t helping at all, he would get sick at this rate, but the wolves were still hunting his bones. Run, run, run!! The Blaster was weakening him even more, but it was his best defense against the wooden monsters. It all seemed hopeless, until he saw a building at the distance, so he ran, he ran like never in his life before, he ran for his life, he ran for his sister.

He got there just before a wolf could take a bite out of him, he closed the gate and gave a heavy sigh of relief. The mysterious building was a castle, a very creepy looking castle, but if he could ask for refuge for the night, he would go back home in the morning.

He gave three knocks, and the door opened by itself, his bones were shaking, they were soaking wet and he was already sneezing.

–Hello? Anyone here?– Sans said to no one in particular – I lost my tricycle in the forest, I want to know if I could stay here for the night?–

Sans was unaware he was being watched by a pair of monsters, a nervous yellow dinosaur in brown clothes and a short yet sharp skeleton with a golden tooth. Both monster were whispering to themselves, following every step Sans gave.

–(Absolutely no Red. The master would dust us if we let him stay. He will leave eventually.)– the dinosaur said – {Just look at the poor guy Alph, I’m sure this sucker won’t last the night out there, and if he stays, at least we could gain some easy EXP}– Red smirked to himself –{‘sides, look at that fancy thing he got there, boss would really like it}–

And without giving her time to respond, Red had teleported behind Sans. He could only laugh at the terrified squeak Sans gave when he poked him several times, only to teleport when he turned around. This went on several minutes, until Alphy saw the distress in Sans’ face and gave Red an ice cold look, making him stop.

–{Welcome Mister, come take a seat next to the fire, you’ll feel a lot better in no time}– grinned the fanged skeleton –{Let me take your things}– with a plop, Red was behind Sans taking off his coat and the Blaster bracelet, the Blaster falling to the ground with a loud thump. –(R-red! R-remember the m-master)– but little Alphys’ pleads weren’t heard as Red guided an exhausted Sans to the fireplace.

A very excitable blue eyed skeleton quickly appeared with a tea cart and several blankets for Sans. Sans was really grateful for the nice treatment, sea tea, nice warm blankets, he would get better by tomorrow and just teleport back home. Such a nice vision he had, until the door of the fireplace opened, extinguishing all light and warmth source in the room.

–WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?– growled a very deep voice, the figure hidden in the shadows –{W-well b-boss, this poor fella got lost in the forest a-and….}– the tall figure only glared at Red, silencing him up –DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A CHARITY HOUSE TO YOU!? STRETCH!! WHERE IS HE!? WHY HASN’T HE DONE HIS JOB!? – he said as he got next to Sans –AND YOU!! WHY ARE YOU HERE!?– He growled as he took the little skeleton. Sans tried to teleport away, but he was still too weak to do so. – DON’T YOU KNOW HOW IMPOLITE IS TO ENTER A HOUSE THAT ISN’T YOU WITHOUT PERMISSION!?– Sans tried to break the fierce grip, but it was futile. –YOU HAVE TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON!! – Sans was pleading for mercy, but those piercing red blood eyes wouldn’t leave his gaze.

————

Arial woke up sweating cold, an uneasy feeling on her soul, and tear filled sockets. She just had a horrible nightmare, and being home alone wasn’t helping. It was still dark, so she decided to grab a glass of milk and try to fall asleep again, after all, nightmares are just that.

[danandphilsecretsanta]

Havanese

To: @electrichybrid

AU where everything’s the same except Dan and Phil adopt a puppy.

It really was an accident, Phil didn’t mean to adopt a little puppy, but just like every other event that happens in Phil’s life, the man just somehow attracts the weirdest scenarios.

The day started off innocent enough, Phil ate the rest of Dan’s Wheaties so he told his  *cough*…friend he’d stop by the store and get some more. Dan, of course, objected to Phil walking in such cold conditions, but Phil seemed to already be set in making up for his snacking habits so Dan kindly waved him on his way.

So Phil did go off, humming a song he heard from the radio station earlier, when the weird chain of events began to unfold. Firstly, he heard some yelling from behind him, it sounded like a shouting match but Phil assumed it was none of his business and continued his walk towards the store. Even as the noise behind him came closer, Phil just walked briskly ahead hoping he could just get the Wheaties without any incidents. Suddenly, the sound of a car engine sounded behind Phil, making the tall man sigh in relief. Phil leisurely continued his walk, thankful the gods had somehow blessed him with this break today as he watched the maroon van speed by.

Phil hummed to himself some more as he snuggled deeper in his jacket. Which turned out to be his best friend’s jacket, but Phil just laughed at his ignorance and enjoyed the warm feeling the jacket brought to him despite the chilly air that surrounded him.

He approached the grocery store when he saw it.

The red van.

To be fair, it wasn’t exactly hard to spot, as it was stopped in the front of the store. Phil couldn’t hold in his curiosity, like the meddling boy he is, and watched the van from afar. The Youtuber was in no way surprised when he continued to hear screaming from the car, but what he wasn’t expecting was a small box that got strongly pushed out the open passenger door. It tumbled harshly to the ground and the car hastily away. Phil watched in puzzlement at the car drove away, wondering what could possibly be in the box.

Food?

Clothing?

A bomb?

Phil could list off all the possibilities, and decided it was best to approach it and see for himself before calling the police. As he walked up to the worn down box, dirty and sagging from poor care, Phil couldn’t help but here something that sounded like whining coming it.

Did those people drop off a baby?

Now, Phil was running to the box, hoping by all means the child would be ok. Once he reached it, Phil tore it open and to his surprise saw nothing more than a box full of clothes.

Huh.

Maybe he made up the sound.

Phil began to stand, scratching the back of his head and looking around, feeling stupid and wondering if anyone saw. It was then, the small yelp coursed through Phil’s ears and he knew there was something alive in that crate. So Phil was back on his knees, looking intensely through the old towels before a white blanket started to move around. It took a minute for the boy to decide where to grab the sheet since it looked so dirty and disgusting, but once he got a satisfying spot, he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to witness. Those people didn’t come off as the …kindest and even though Phil would like to think no one was so mean as to drop a baby off on a corner of an establishment, Phil had to be ready for that possibility. Phil took a sharp breath in and shut his eyes tightly.

Phil lifted the final sheet slowly and opened his eyes to see nothing short of the cutest puppy his eyes had ever laid eyes on.

Oh.

My.

Goodness!

Phil stared down in awe at the bundle, as it looked up at him with dark, confused eyes. It was an adorable contrast to the soft, silky, white fur all over it. It’s ears and tail were short and beautiful but the little guy looked worse for wear, with it favoring a paw and what looked like dry blood on the back of its coat. Phil knew this puppy needed to see a vet soon. But, first, before he could he had to have the dog trust him enough to hold him.

“Hey little buddy,” He cooed, reaching out to the fragile thing. The dog backed away slightly, but sniffed his hand anyways. “That’s it! See? I won’t hurt you.”

Phil began to move one finger across its head, softly making sure to not hurt the pup. The white furball began to wave its tail frantically and yipped at Phil happily. Phil took it as an invitation to continue and wrapped his hands around the tiny thing and lifted it slowly lifted it into his arms.

“There you go, sweetie. All comfortable?” Phil began to walk and adjusted his grip to make sure the poor fellow didn’t fall. “Come on, I know a place that will fix you all up.”

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Dan paced in his room, calling his roommate’s number once again.

‘Hello! Thank you for calling me, sorry I can’t answer-’

Dan threw his phone back on his phoned and groaned in frustration. This is the seventh time he’s called Phil, and he still hasn’t answered! Where the hell was that giant nerd? He should’ve been back hours ago.

Dan was really starting to worry, his mind going to the worst possibility. What if he was run over by a drunk driver? Or killed by running into a nest of hornets? Or maybe he was just sick of Dan and finally left forever?

Dan couldn’t imagine living without his best friend and other half. He was calm when Dan was crazy, the sunshine on his gloomy days! Dan thought he was going to go into a panic attack when he heard the door to their apartment open.

Dan rushed through the house, though his socks made him almost fall at least twice and turned it into Dan nearly tripping all the way to his companion.

“PHIIIIL OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE-” Dan stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the small bundle with a large red bow in Phil’s hands and a sheepish smile on the older boy’s face.

“S-surprise?”

Dan looked down at the dog then up at Phil, then to the dog again, then back to Phil, then to the dog, then back to Phil. He seemed to be stuck in processing what the puppy meant to the two and kept opening his mouth to say something before shutting it again. Phil’s smile spread wider with nervousness as Dan couldn’t seem to fully contemplate the situation.

“W-well you see-” He began to explain himself before Dan interrupted him with a raise of his hand.

“I can’t leave you alone for any amount of time in public, can I?”

Phil’s smile turned genuine as his tongue began to peak out, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess not.”

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“And that’s how Dan and I adopted Admire!” Phil exclaimed to the camera, smiling happily as the puppy’s tail began to shake at the sound of her name.

“And tell me, Phil,” Dan put his head in his hand in mock confusion and used the other to point at the happy dog, “Why don’t you tell our audience why we named our first dog together Admire?”

“W-well…” Phil blushed and laughed nervously, his voice going up a few octaves, “it was my idea! I thought.. I thought it sounded like if you combined ‘Amazing’ and ‘Fire’!”

“And you got Admire from that? Wow. Aren’t you so original.” Dan sarcastically drawled.

“H-hey! It’s better than your option!” Dan laughed at the memory and stuttered as Phil explained looking at his camera directly, “He wanted to name our poor pup Doge!”  

“Oh come now, how cool would have that been? Dan and Phil’s meme dog? You guys would have loved it.”  Dan huffed, petting the confused dog, who looked between her two owners in dismay. Admire yipped happily as Dan ruffled her short hair. Phil smiled softly at his little family and looked back to the camera with nothing short of love in his eyes.

“Well, I’m glad I won the Rock, Paper, Scissors. Well that’s it for now guys! Check out our other videos here and click Dan’s face to subscribe to him or me to describe to mine, or little Admire here to describe to DanandPhilGames!” Phil picked up the puppy who looked as out of place as Dan in any social situation.

“Admire’s like why were you the one to find me.” Dan mocked a voice he assumed Admire would have as Phil rolled his eyes.

“She’s fine and a happy camper-”

“Happy camper?”

“Yes! We’ll see you guys next time! Bye!”

“Never say happy camper again.”

“No promises.”

Needless to say, Phil was glad he ate all of Dan’s Wheaties that morning, and glad Dan totally forgot he never bought more.