#just together terrified in a hotel room cant shake the feeling cant face the door

[thepavementsings-archive]

listening to iris by the googoo dolls thinking about the horrors of suzuka last year...

[a-writes3]

Sex on fire Part three

Krashlyn x Reader

Warning: SMUT. It’s kinda soft nothing super kinky and there’s more than just smut. Gets saucy at the end but the real heated stuff is continued in part four. Also had to sneak in the Emily and Lindsey ship.

Reader’s POV

It had been about a week since I started rooming with Ashlyn and Ali. A few minutes ago I had been asleep but the other two had other plans. I was woken up to both of the women kissing me on either side of my neck. After my eyes fluttered open I heard a raspy voice on my left side.

“Good morning, Princess.” The voice which I had recognized as Ashlyn’s voice said. I had already become quite flustered because of the hands on my body and the pet name that was reserved for sex. Before I could reply I felt a hand at the apex on my thigh. I let out a soft gasp. I look over to see that the hand belonged to Ali who was smiling at me.

“Morning, Baby.” She said.

“Well this is certainly a nice way to wake up.” I say quietly.

“You’re so pretty.” Ashlyn whispered while rubbing her thumb over my cheek. I felt my cheeks heating up at the compliment. Ashlyn gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing under the blanket only stopping to leave quick kisses and marks down my body. When she got to my thighs she took her time, slowly leaving bites and kisses and avoiding the one place where I actually needed attention.

“Ash. Don’t tease. Please.” I said to her.

“Come on Ash. She deserves it.” Ali spoke in my favor. I then felt Ashlyn’s hands tighten on my thighs and her tongue started to get to work. I let out a loud moan at the contact.

Ali’s hand found it way to my face turning my head so she could place a rough kiss on my lips she pushed her tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth, capturing the whines that were coming out of my throat. Her mouth then travelled to my neck, finding a sensitive spot, biting then moving her tongue over it.

Ashlyn started to thrust two fingers into me while her tongue was viciously swirled my clit. Both her tongue and fingers were following a quick pace showing no mercy.

“Ah. Fuck.” I exclaimed, “Oh god.”

I felt myself getting closer and closer to my release but what pushed me over the edge was Ali’s voice in my ear.

“Are you gonna cum for us Baby?” Her voice was low with a hint of sweetness. And her eyes were staring into my own with an intensity I’d never seen before, “Come on. Let go. Cum for us.”

I reached down and placed my hand into Ashlyn’s hair, tangling my fingers in it and pulling slightly at the pleasure she was causing in my body which the blonde moaned at, sending a vibration to my clit.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” I say.

“Cum for me Princess.” Ashlyn said in her usual dominating voice.

Pleasure soared through my body causing me to shake. Ali’s hand found mine and held it tightly throughout my orgasm. When I finally got over the aftershocks Ashlyn had resurfaced leaning up to kiss both me and Ali. The kiss was passionate and intense which sums up the entire experience with the women.

“You think you can handle one more?” Ali asked gently. I was exhausted but nodded anyways. Ali went under the blanket slightly to leave hickeys on my chest and stomach before coming back up. Her fingers slowly made their way down to my center stopping for a few seconds before rubbing my clit at an agonizingly slow pace. I let a whimper out at her movements.

Ashlyn was sitting next to us observing which could be argued to be one of her favorite parts the experience.

“Ali. Please. Go faster.” I say at barely a whisper.

“What was that?” Ali said in a teasing voice.

“Aliiiii...” I whined.

With this Ali quicken her pace, going from 0-100 in a matter of a second. I almost screamed at the overstimulating feeling but before I could Ashlyn’s mouth found mine to swallow the noise. Within minutes I was reaching my peak again. Ali sensed this and her fingers entered me and moved roughly at a fast pace.

“Cum for me.” She growled in my ear. I of course followed her directions and my orgasm racked through my body. After my body stopped shaking Ali reached her hand up and put her fingers to lips, hinting at the fact that she wanted me to take them into my mouth which I obeyed and cleaned them off without hesitation. Ali then grabbed my jaw, turning me to her and kissing me roughly. We sat in silence for a few more moments, the only sound was heavy breathing.

“I feel like I should pay you back for that.” I say indicating that I wanted to return the favor.

“Don’t worry about it right now. Just rest. You can get us back later.” Ashlyn said gently. “We have a little longer until training so just rest, okay?”

We went back to a comfortable silence. I was laying on Ali’s chest while Ashlyn was holding me from behind with her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but to start overthinking once again. We had never put a label on whatever this was and to be quite honest I found myself falling in love with both of the women but I didn’t know how to bring the subject up. Somehow even after the past week filled with affection the thoughts of self doubt filled my mind. The couple had been together for almost 9 years before I entered the situation. It would make sense for them to not feel the same amount of love towards me.

“I can hear your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Ali broke the silence.

“Hm?” I face her. “Oh, um nothing. I’m all good.”

“We know you better than to believe that.” Ashlyn said.

I was about to reply when a loud knock on the door interrupted our conversation.

“Guys, Bus leaves in 20 so hurry up.” Kelley’s voice yelled.

“We aren’t finished with this conversation.” Ali said before getting up. We got dressed and headed to the bus waiting outside. I sat in my seat beside Sonnett, ignoring the smug look on her face.

“Sooooo. How’s the throuple going?” She asked with raised eyebrows.

“1. It’s not really a throuple. It’s not official and 2. If you’re asking how the sex is, it’s great.”

“Oh come on. You need to just say fuck it and talk to them about being in a relationship already. Silence will get you nowhere.”

“Sonny, I am aware but my crippling fear of rejection is in the way.”

She only rolled her eyes at that signaling the end of that topic. So I decided to butt in on her relationship.

“What about you and Lindsey, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh please I see the way you guys look at each other.”

“What? No. We’re just friends.”

She was very obviously flustered with the conversation to which I smirked.

“Yeah right.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too Sonny.”

The rest of the bus ride was silent besides the music coming through my headphones. Every now and then I felt the stares of my lovers on me. I couldn’t help but stare back. Their eyes had a hint of worry behind them. The air was hot on the field so our uniform consisted of tank tops and shorts both Ali and Ashlyn’s muscular bodies were on display. Ashlyn’s tattoos stood out particularly and I couldn’t help the way my eyes were fixated on the woman. She had noticed this and smirked at me before reaching her arm behind her head which flexed the muscles even more. I looked away to avoid the embarrassment of being caught in the act of staring.

“Like what you see?” Kelley had came up behind me, making me jump at her sudden voice in my ear.

“Jesus Kelley. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry but you’re practically drooling right now.”

“What? No I’m not.”

Kelley gave me a look.

“Yeah right.”

Thankfully Jill saved me from the conversation by starting practice. We started a scrimmage and me and Ali were on different teams. She had coincidentally been the one defending me but one of her tackles was a little rough and she ended up landing on top of me which caused me to blush and I hoped that the others assumed it was the sun and not the woman on top of me.

“Well hello there.” She said with a smile before standing and reaching out her hand to help me. “Sorry about that. Although, I don’t think you mind me on top of you, huh?” She whispered the last part so only I could hear her and winked at me. She walked away back to her position.

The scrimmage ended with Ali’s team winning 2-1. We had a 20 minute break before having to start different drills. I was sitting on the bench with my eyes closed and head lent back when I felt a presence beside me.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s wrong now or?” The voice had belonged to Ashlyn.

“Ash. Cant this wait?” I tried my best to give her puppy dog eyes to let me out of it and it worked.

“Only because you’re cute but don’t think we aren’t talking about it later.” She got up and walked away to find her fiancée.

The rest of training went by quickly as did the ride to the hotel. Which was unfortunate since I was faced with the two women as soon as I got to my room.

“Hey Baby.” Ali said sweetly.

“Hi.” I reply timidly.

They give me a look. Asking me to tell them what’s on my mind.

“Look, I’ll tell you what’s going on as long as you don’t judge me.”

“We’d never.” Ashlyn spoke up. I moved to sit in between them on the edge of the bed.

“Okay so, I just feel like because you’ve been together for so long that I’m somehow intruding. I don’t know.”

“You’re not intruding. If anything our relationship had gotten even better because of you.” Ashlyn said softly. “But that’s not all right?” I sigh before continuing to speak.

“I think I’m in love with the both of you but we aren’t even together and haven’t been doing this long and I’m just overthinking every little thing. It’s kind of terrifying.” I ramble on.

“Woah, calm down.” Ali places a calming hand on my leg. “I’m sorry for the confusion but we both love you too. You have nothing to worry about. And we’d love for you to join out relationship. If you want that, that is.”

“I do want it but I’m kinda scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of.”

“Okay. I’m in.” I smile at the both of them which they returned. It was silent for a few moments before an idea appeared in my mind.

“You know how I said I would pay you back for the morning?” I looked Ashlyn in the eye.

“Mhm.” She said.

“Well I have an idea.” I smirked at her before whispering something in her ear. She immediately smiled and got up to find a few objects. Ali looked at me confused.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re gonna love it.” I say before placing a quick kiss on her lips and taking off articles of clothing from her body. Although Ali tried to be dominant, her submissive side was starting the peak out. Her eyes were shining. I ran my finger over her clothed center. Her eyes shined with need which was a nice switch from the usual dominance I faced. I laid her back onto the mattress. Ashlyn had came back with a pair of handcuffs and a strap on. Ali’s eyes widened at the sight. I took the handcuffs and placed them on Ali’s wrists before attaching them to the headboard. Ashlyn had began putting the strap on around her waist.

“Are you ready?”.

[benhardyisdaddy]

Royal Protection - Part 9

MASTERLIST 

(its been so long, but i hope u all like this part!! i cant WAIT for the next one sksksk)

Word Count: 1,416

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Tylenol, you think to yourself. God, my head! I need Tylenol. You flutter your eyes open a bit, but quickly close them. An excruciatingly bright light was hung above you, causing your head to throb once more. You feel yourself leaning forward a bit, your hair in your face. You’re groggy and confused. Where am I? You groan slightly and move around, suddenly freezing. You move once more and your eyes shoot open. You lean back fast and realize you’re sitting on a chair. Scratch sitting - tied down to a chair. 

Tied down. Your hands are tied behind you, the back of the chair separating them from you. Your head bobs forward as you go lightheaded, squeezing your eyes shut once more. You try to remember how you got here, but you get nothing. You move around once more and attempt to free your hands from the cuffs, but they’re too tight. You attempt to keep going, feeling the rope burn at your skin and making you wince. You look down to your feet and realize they’re tied as well. You were stuck. 

You slowly avert your eyes in front of you. Everywhere else around you is pitch dark. The only light in the room was the one hung directly above you. You couldn’t see anything, but you know for a fact - whoever it is - they could see you. Panic burns in your chest as tears prick your eyes. You’re scared - terrified. All you can think about is Ben. Where’s Ben!? Your stomach suddenly growls, hinting to you that you need food. 

Food! Room service! Everything was starting to come back to you. You answered the door and a man threw a rag over your face and then darkness. You had been a bit surprised that Ben would have sent room service to your room. He never does that. Why didn’t you listen to him!? Don’t answer the door for anyone! You close your eyes and lean your head forward again. Stupid, stupid girl, you think to yourself. 

“Y/n?”

The sudden sound of someone speaking makes your head fly up. Your heart is racing like crazy as you look around frantically. You couldn’t see anyone, but you could hear them. 

“I’m so sorry.” they say again. 

You squint your eyes, trying to figure out why that voice sounds familiar. Suddenly, the noise of heels clicking against the tile floor fills the air. You spot a figure starting to walk closer to the light in front of you. They walk far enough until the light hits their face, allowing you to see exactly who it is. Your eyes open wide as you gasp loudly. 

***

knockknockknock

“Princess?” calls out Ben behind his door. 

No response. His eyebrows knit together for a moment as he leans in and presses his ear to the door. There’s no noise. Perhaps she’s in the bath, he thinks to himself. He had just gotten out of the shower when room service knocked on his door. Breakfast was ready for the both of you. Ben knocks once more and listens, but still, nothing. He takes in a deep breath and slowly turns the handle of the conjoined door. 

He doesn’t want another episode to happen, like when you were in the bath. The door creaks open and he peeked his head in quickly, his eyes darting around. Your bed was unmade, your shoes were by the table and something seemed off to him. Ben steps inside of your room even further and glances around once more. He looks towards the bathroom and makes his way over to it. The door’s closed and the light’s on. He knocks gently. 

“Princess?” he calls out, expecting an answer back. 

None. He tenses his jaw harshly and knocks once more, this time much louder. 

“Princess?” he shouts. 

When you don’t respond back again, he quickly flings the door open and reveals an empty bathroom. Empty means you’re not here. You not being here means you’re somewhere else. You being somewhere else means Ben failed his job to watch and protect you. He let his feelings for you get in the way. He put his guard down for one moment and this happens. Ben takes a step back and stumbles out of the bathroom, shocked. 

Why weren’t you here? Where could you be? He runs his hand through his hair, his wide eyes still staring in the bathroom. You were just here and in bed. He had left you a note telling you he was showering and getting breakfast. Ben turns and runs around your room, checking every little detail of it. Maybe you had left something behind? Ben grabs the beds mattress and easily flips it over, hoping maybe something would be under it, but there’s not. Ben yells out and covers his face with his hands as he paces back forth like a mad man. 

He walks over to the table and tilts it over, looking for any clues. This is his job. Ben can look at something and instantly know what happened, but right now… Right now he can’t tell anything. Perhaps it’s because he was so infatuated with you, that his mind was foggy and not in the right place. Or perhaps it’s because there were no clues left behind. Ben stands up fast and yells as he tosses over a chair, causing a huge thump to fill the room. Ben’s hands go to rest on top of his head as he scans the room once more. 

Wait. 

He narrows his eyes a bit as he spots a hint of light from the hallway to be peeking through your front door. He drops his hands and looks confused as he walks up to it. Suddenly his face and heart drops. Your front door was open. Which means you had unlocked every lock and opened it yourself. But why, he thinks to himself. She knows not to do that! Ben then opens the door up even further and freezes. A room service cart was parked right in front of your door. A silver tray was sat on top of it, looking as if someone was delivering food to a room. Ben looks down even more and spots a room service uniform all crumpled up and next to the cart on the floor. Ben’s face goes pale as he realizes what’s happening. Someone had pretended to be a worker here and you had bought into it. Ben shakes his head fast as he slowly backs himself back into your room. This couldn’t be happening. This was all a dream. Just a horrible nightmare and he’d wake up at any moment. As Ben was lost in his thoughts, his cell phone starts ringing. He jumped slightly and turns to face the noise. He runs back to his room and grabs it fast. 

“Hardy.” he says out of breath. 

“Ben? It’s Lucy.” 

A spark of hope hits him a bit. He stands up taller and catches his breath. 

“Lucy, you alright?” he asks. 

“I was calling to ask you the same thing.” she harshly whispers. 

Ben closes his eyes and sits on the side of his bed. 

“Can you tell me where the princess is?” she whispers. 

Ben’s eyes fly open. She knows. 

“Lucy…” he starts, not knowing what to say. “I don’t… I don’t-” 

“Can you tell me why she’s fifteen minutes away from you, but you’re not with her?” 

Ben raises a brow as he stands up very slowly, half confused as to how she knew that. 

“How do you know she’s fifteen minutes from me?” he asks. 

“I’ve been watching her GPS and making sure she’s okay. She left not too long ago and when I went to track you, it still showed you were at the hotel. So, where is she?” 

“GPS?” he asks. “How?” 

“On her phone. That’s why they gave it to her. It tracks her every move and location.”

“Lucy!” Ben half shouts. “Where does it say she is? What’s the location?” 

Lucy goes quiet for a moment. 

“Ben,” she says low. “What’s happening?” 

“Lucy, please!” he yells. “Send me her location! I don’t have time to explain, I just need it!” 

Ben hangs up the phone and drops to his knees. He reaches under his bed and feels around. He grabs a hold of a duffel bag and slides it out from under it. He hurriedly unzips it and pulls out a gun.

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[vincent-frankenstein]

Ghost Hunter AU

“yea boy im doing one of these bullet point outline things bc i dont have time to ever write this but im not letting this idea go to waste //dabs

sorta inspired by bfu bc i just started watching that yea boyyyy

this is such a mess im sorry

so lets set the context 

virgil and logan are both youtubers. virgil runs a paranormal channel, talking about different conspiracies and ghost stories and whatever; logan specializes in educational videos, specifcally history

and they watch each other’s channels and dont have a crush on each other what no

but then one day, their topics coincide

logan’s doing a video talking about the gruesome history of some old prison, and virgil’s doing a video on the ghostly legends that surround the place

they collab, and their viewers love it. they work really well together too; virgil’s spooky humor and logan’s skepticism mesh together and the fans adore them. it’s educational, it’s terrifying, and it’s fun. 

“hey, maybe we could collab more often?” Virgil asks when they go out for coffee after filming. “If... if you want.”

Logan does want

they make a joint channel not a week later

and thus begins their ghost hunting career

break here bc damn this got long shdfklhsdfk

virgil provides the terrifying ghost stories. logan provides the history. together, armed with their knowledge and their trust in each other, they conquer some of the most haunted spots in the world

including goatman’s bridge ofc

the video of logan yelling “FUCK YOU GOATMAN” goes viral within a few hours

“i cant believe you achieved meme status before i did,” virgil remarks, scrolling through their tag. “unfair.”

logan hastily pulls out his vocab cards. “uh — ah — then perish?” he says, and virgil laughs himself breathless

but then, they decide to investigate the legend of an old, abandoned house

it’s said that the house is haunted by an evil demon, who lures people inside and kills them in horrible, cruel ways. no one who sets foot in the house ever returns

so, naturaly, Logan and Virgil are going to spent the night.

they set up in the living room with sleeping bags and an ouija board and a spirit box and set to work

“Are there any demons in this house?” Virgil asks, ignoring Logan’s skeptical laughter. “Hello?”

The spirit box crackles and shrieks

and then

“L̪͈EÁ͂̌̾͐̃V̼͂È̲̱̟̔̑”

the clearest voice they’ve ever heard. even logan is shaken, eyes wide as he glances around the room. 

but the voice didnt sound angry, or evil, or cruel

it sounds scared

“GE̙͚̩͉T̺̯͔̲̟̍̈́̈ͤ͐ ̓ͤ̓̋O͖̳͔͕̺͚̯ͯ̃́̏ͬͩ̑UṬ̹̬͇͔̆̔ͨ͛̓” it screams. “GE̙͚̩͉T̺̯͔̲̟̍̈́̈ͤ͐ ̓ͤ̓̋O͖̳͔͕̺͚̯ͯ̃́̏ͬͩ̑UṬ̹̬͇͔̆̔ͨ͛̓ P͖̪̭͉̘̄͒͆ͮͬLE͚͎A̤͚̙͚̯̻͕ͯ̾ͦ̃ͯͮ̐SE”

virgil nearly drops the spirit box, his hands are shaking so badly. the room has grown so cold that their breath fogs in front of their faces. even logan has nothing to say.

they barely have time to share a glance before two men appear

one stands in the shadows, dressed all in black, his cloak billowing around him, one eye seeming to glow bright, poisonous yellow

the other has ashen skin and furiously beaming red eyes, hidden behind shattered glasses. his clawed fingers are curled into fists; his pastel-blue outfit stained with rusted red. one horn curls into a sharp point; the other is cracked off at the stump.

“i̻̘̽̂̏ͅ ̻͎̟̖t̞̞̅̍r̫̬̝̈́̂̏ȋ̥͎̰̟̲̠̯̉̋͆́̍ͥe̫͈̘͈̭͉ͩ͑̆̈́̐̾d ̣̥tô͚͓̤̥͐͌͛ ̄ͩͯ̑waṛ͑n̐̍͂ͦ ̞̹̣yͨ̔ͪͥͯou̟̻” he whispers, garbled

and in the split second before he lunges, Virgil spots tears in his eyes

they just barely escape with their lives. their gear is gone, left back in the house, and their lives are changed forever.

“well,” virgil says, breathless and terrifed. “you can’t be skeptical anymore.”

“shut up,” logan says. 

the logical thing would be to stay away from the house. logan says as much, at least three times. but virgil can’t stop thinking about the way the demon had tried to warn them, had pleaded with them to leave

there’s more to this story, he knows it. he wont let this one stay unsolved

so they dig through the town’s history, find records of the house’s owners, search and search and search until finally

Dolos Morel. the last known owner of the house. though he lived hundreds of years ago, there are no records of his death. he was imprisoned young, sentenced to death, but he vanished the day before he was set to die. 

he’s yet another unsolved mystery. virgil’s so used to those, he almost passes it by

but one thing stands out, one thing that makes virgil sure he’s the guy

he was born with one yellow eye

“this is him,” he says, slamming the records down on logan’s makeshift desk in their hotel room. logan scans the papers and nods, eyebrows furrowed

“why do you care so much?” logan asked, though he has to admit, he’s become invested in this as well

virgil doesnt answer

tears pooling in crimson eyes flash through his mind

finally, he meets logan’s eyes. “too many people have gotten hurt because of him,” he says. “i mean — shit, logan, we’ve got a real demon and some sort of immortal asshole on our hands. we should at least try to get to the bottom of it. isn’t that what we do?”

virgil doesn’t know where this heroic streak has come from. logan isnt sure what to think of it

hes not blushing shut up

but he and virgil have been partners for years. he’d follow him anywhere.

and so, armed with as much knowledge on exorcism and demonic protection as possible, and as many lucky charms and bottles of holy water as virgil can carry, the two set off to solve the mystery

they sit in the dusty living room, side by side on the floor. virgil turns on the spirit box and takes logan’s hand instinctively, and logan’s too busy watching the box to notice

“Why are you here, demon?” Virgil asks, getting straight (gay) to the point. “Are you Dolos Morel?”

“n̟̮̆ͦ,̯̫̖̦̼͚ͫ͐̋̊ͧ̄ ̝no̙” the box whispers through a cacophany of static

“Is Dolos Morel in this house?” Logan asks, more serious than Virgil has ever seen him on a hunt before. 

the voice hesitates

then: “yes̰“

virgil and logan share a look. virgil opens his mouth to ask more questions, but then

“ÿ͍͈ͣou͎̱͔͎̫̥̻ͤ͐̈́͐̔͂̚ ͖̭͙͙ͅh̤̠͔̜̲̙ͬ́ͧ̒̍̚aͨ̔̊͌ve̜̮͖͔̅͊ͭ̽ ̞͎̼͖̬̼̅ͦͦͨ̑ͪͮͅto ́̑̈ͫ̆͑le̳̹͛̈a̞̥͕͈̪̙̞v͖̇e̳͈͔ ͍͇̝̯̟̌̓̊̋̂y̜̍ou̺̱̪̼̟ ͉͇̹̼̗̭͕h͚a͐V̥̮̤͇̫̤E͓̹̥ͯ̓̈́̚ͅ ̟̔T̫̻̃͛O͖̫̞̰ ̂ͩ͆ͥ̈́L̬̳̞͔͇̪̲̊̔̎̽̄́̔E̲̩AVE͍̩̦̜͎ͩ̓͋̍̈́͐ͅ ̞̘̫N̿̋̉ͤ̽͋̆O̺͊W”

he wants to leave, his legs are about to give out, but the fear in the demons voice roots him to his spot.

“No!” he yells. “We’re not leaving.”

the spirit box goes silent. no crackling, no static; it’s like they turned it off

the air grows deathly still

“very well,” says a new voice, clear as day through the spirit box. “enjoy your stay.”

the world shifts and hisses and crackles and then goes dark.

when virgil wakes up, he’s in a dark room. his hands have been bound. he struggles and yells and screams for logan, and his stomach drops in terror when there’s no response. 

“you can’t get out,” says the first voice they’d heard in the spirit box. it’s more subdued, a whisper. “there’s no escape.”

“fuck that,” virgil growls, never once stopping straining against his bonds. “tell me what the hell is going on. where is logan?”

he doesn’t know where this bravery is coming from, red-hot and acidic as he snaps at the demon he knows is waiting just outside. maybe he knows he’ll die anyway, whether he’s polite or rude as all hell

“i-i can’t, kiddo,” the demon says. 

virgil hears remorse in his tone, maybe, and clings to it as his only hope.

“we came to help you,” he says. “but i need to know what’s going on. are you working with dolos?”

the demon falls silent. for a moment, virgil grows disappointed

but then the door opens and the demon stumbles in, his own clawed hands pressed tightly over his mouth

he meets virgil’s eyes, and shakes his head. no.

virgil remembers another unsolved legend he studied a while back: a man who would summon demons to trap them in agreements, getting himself eternal life, eternal power, and eternal fame in the process

“you’re trapped with him,” he guesses, and the demon jerks his head in a shaky nod. 

he cant feel good about being right for long

a loud yell pierces the air and virgil’s lungs forget how to work. “let me out,” he hisses, as his mind screams logan’s name. “you have to let me out now.”

“I-I can’t!” the demon cries, tearing his hands away from his mouth. “Dolos forbade it, I can only attack —”

“Then attack,” virgil says without hesitation. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and says it again, tensing beneath his bonds

the demon lunges — virgil spins — and the demon’s claws slice right through the thick fabric tying him to the chair. they sliced through his shirt, too, and his back aches, but he doesnt have time to dwell on that. 

he’s gotta save the man he loves

Logan stands across the room from Dolos Morel, among a minefield of broken chair bits. his face stings where dolos slapped him, and theres no chance of escape

but he’s smart. he’s cunning. he’s already gotten some of Dolos’ backstory and only confirmed what he already suspected

he hears a crash in a room down the hall and knows

he is not going to die here

virgil bursts down the door, brandishing a water gun like a deadly weapon, and soaks Dolos with a loud warcry

“Eat holy water, you shit!”

Dolos splutters. “I’m human, you fool. Holy water cannot harm me.”

“no,” logan says. “but this can.”

and he grabs Dolos and punches him directly in the face

logan shakes out his hand with a wince as dolos collapses to the floor and virgil becomes Too Gay To Function

and the demon steps forward and kneels beside his master, placing his hand on the weird symbol on the man’s left wrist. 

Dolos wakes with a start as the demon grabs his hand. logan and virgil stand watch as red light fills the space between them

“s̺̱̆͑ͨͅa͍̣͌̾y i̒ͧ͌t̜͕ͧ̓” the demon whispers

dolos’ fight drains and he slumps against the wall, his glowing eye fading to dull brown

“I release you” he whispers, and crumbles to dust.

the demon stumbles away from the pile of dust. he sobs once, then twice, and then doubles over, trembling, his eyes overflowing with tears

logan laces his fingers through virgil’s as he straightens up

“Thank you,” he says hoarsely. “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“my name is patton,” he says when he’s stopped sobbing, “and i owe you my life.”

BONUS:

so now virge n lo have a Demon Friend and theyve p much proved the existence of the supernatural, but they dont want to stop making videos

still, it’s a few weeks before either of them brings up the notion of finding another haunted place to investigate

but virgil cant stay away from the supernatural for long

“I found our next stop,” he says, shoving his phone into logan’s hands. “A theater mysteriously burned down there like, 60 years ago. they say the spot is haunted by the spirit of the man who died in the fire.”

logan scrolls through the article, and nods. “it looks interesting,” he says, and returns virgil’s smile.

“let’s go find this Roman Kingsley.”

i might make a second post abt roman if yall are interested owo

[bangtanbombimagines]

48 and 76 w/ Kookie please, can you make it like the boys were hanging out, when they started to talk about you, Jk's girlfriend, and how pretty, sexy, and hot you were, while Jungkook was silently listening to them when the talk came to a perverted one? Then Jungkook was all pissed, and suddenly burst in anger at his hyungs, scolding them and such and... the rest is up to you. xD sorry about this, and if you cant do it, its totally okay :D Love your works, btw. :)

Talk Shit, Get Hit (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Stop it.” + “Don’t you dare!”

Summary: It’s never been easy dating Jungkook, especially when he’s always away on tour or busy working. Luckily, the other members of BTS support the relationship wholeheartedly. In fact, they like you quite a bit! (A bit too much, if Jungkook’s being honest.)

Word count: 1.2k words

On your screen, Jungkook’s image was slightly pixelated due to the dim lighting of his hotel room. Luckily, he got his own suite, so the two of you could FaceTime in peace. Still, it wasn’t like you minded the other BTS members.

It was usually really fun to talk to them, but you hadn’t seen Jungkook in weeks because of the tour, and you were seriously missing your boyfriend.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair–still damp from his shower–and smiled slightly down at his camera. You tried not to swoon at the sight.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, his voice sounding tinny through your earphones.

“Hi Kook,” you smiled back, gazing at your small screen. You shifted on your bed, settling further underneath your thick covers. “How did the concert go?”

“It went well,” Jungkook replied shortly. After a moment of silence, it was clear Jungkook wasn’t planning on elaborating. Looking closer at his image, you could see his jaw was set tightly, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern lining your voice. “You seem upset.”

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Jungkook said sharply, clearly sounding angry. Suddenly, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hand over his face tiredly. “It’s…just don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“You can tell me, Kook,” you said softly, frowning at your boyfriend sounding so distraught. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you talk about it.”

“It’s seriously nothing,” Jungkook whined, not sounding as angry as before. His eyes darted to the side, avoiding looking at you and the camera. “I’m kinda embarrassed about it, honestly. I was being stupid.”

“Now I’m curious!” you laughed. “You have to tell me now, Jungkook.”

“Oh, shit. You said my full name,” Jungkook gasped dramatically. “Things are getting intense.”

“Just tell me,” you whined, shaking your phone in frustration. You could hear Jungkook cackling through your earphones.

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Jungkook conceded. “Just…just don’t make fun of me afterwards, okay?”

JUNGKOOK’S POV (One hour earlier)

Like every other night, Jungkook was sprawled across Jin’s bed, his legs hanging off the edge. Taehyung was sitting somewhere above Jungkook, watching a movie on his phone. The other hyungs were there, too, just hanging out before they went to bed.

Everyone was dead tired after their performance earlier that day, but they had a nighttime routine they never dared to break. One time, Jungkook and Taehyung skipped the nightly chill session to binge-watch Haikyuu, and the next morning, Jin lectured them on the importance of family.

So, that was why Jungkook was doing nothing in Namjoon and Jin’s suite when he could have been FaceTiming his girlfriend instead. He sighed petulantly, but none of the hyungs paid him any mind.

“Are we gonna do anything?” Jungkook asked impatiently. “Or are we just going to sit here in silence? Because I’m supposed to FaceTime Y/N tonight, and I would really rather be doing that right now.”

“Oh, you’re talking to Y/N soon?” Hoseok piped up, his head popping into Jungkook’s line of vision as he sat up quickly. “Can I say hi? I haven’t spoken to her in so long!”

“No! This is like, the equivalent of a date, okay?” Jungkook refused. He pulled himself into a sitting position, his tired muscles aching. “Just message her or something, I dunno.”

“How’s she doing, anyway?” Namjoon asked more seriously. “No one giving her any trouble? You two have been pretty good at keeping everything low-key.”

“No, she’s fine,” Jungkook said quickly.

“You know, you’re so lucky Y/N’s such a good girlfriend,” Jimin sighed wistfully from across the room. “If it were another girl, she probably would have told everyone. Like, how do we even know girls like us for us? And not for our money, or something.”

“Yeah, Jungkook’s seriously lucky,” Hoseok agreed. “Plus, Y/N is so cute! Remember when she baked us that cake on our 3rd anniversary since our debut? So adorable!”

“You better not take her for granted, Jungkook. Otherwise, one of us might just steal her from you,” Jin joked.

Jungkook felt his right eye twitch in annoyance, but he knew better than to talk back.

“Yeah, Jin’s right,” Taehyung said, looking up from his phone. He had a glint in his eye, and Jungkook knew he was about to start something. “Y/N’s fucking fit. You know when she visits us in the studio? Sometimes she wears these leggings, and her ass looks so–”

“Stop it! Tae!” Jungkook bellowed, launching himself at Taehyung. The two boys collided and tumbled off the bed, landing on the ground with a loud thunk! Jungkook pinned the other boy beneath him, positively seething in anger.

“Whoa, chill,” Taehyung squeaked. “It was a joke, Kookie!”

“Don’t you dare pull that shit with me, Tae,” Jungkook spat, having his shoulders a rough shake before lifting himself off his friend. “It’s not fucking funny.”

Jungkook made his way to the door, his hyungs staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. Only Yoongi remained passive, regarding Jungkook cooly from where he sat at the desk.

“I’m going to cool down,” Jungkook announced, his voice strained. “Don’t try to follow me.”

“Jungkook, stop being a little shit,” Yoongi said quietly, though he still sounded terrifying. The look in his eyes had Jungkook shaking, but he wasn’t going to admit that. And he wasn’t going to apologize, either.

“Talk shit, get hit!” Jungkook growled, and then promptly spun on his heel and sped out of the suite. He practically ran down the hallway to his room, fearing Yoongi would chase after him and whoop his ass. Luckily, no one followed.

You burst into laughter immediately after Jungkook finished his story. He looked at you, the betrayal written clearly on his face.

“Y/N! You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Jungkook pouted, his cheeks turning bright pink. “I told you it was embarrassing!”

“N-no, it’s not that,” you gasped out, breathless after laughing so hard. “You’re so cute, Kook. I didn’t know you were the jealous type!”

“It’s because I haven’t seen you in so long,” Jungkook explained bashfully, his blush worsening. “Sometimes it really sucks. I hardly get to spend time with you anymore, and I hate it so fucking much.”

“Hey, Kook. It’s okay,” you smiled, although you understood Jungkook’s frustration. “You’re out there doing amazing things and following your dreams. I don’t mind waiting for you–I’ll always be waiting, so don’t worry about that. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook replied softly. “Sometimes I just wish things were different, you know?”

“I don’t,” you said firmly. “Seriously, Kook. I know it’s hard, but we’ll make it through together.”

“I love you, Y/N,” Jungkook blurted out suddenly. “I-I just…fuck, this is embarrassing. Like, you’re so good to me and I want to say ‘thank you’ all the time, but that seems so weird. But…thanks. Thanks for being you, and thanks for sticking with me.”

“I love you, too. And thanks for being you,” you giggled, snuggling into your warm bed. “Also, you really need to apologize to everyone. Especially Tae. What were you thinking, Kook?”

“I will,” Jungkook pouted, sighing loudly as he flopped onto his bed dramatically. You laughed at your boyfriend’s childish antics, and the two of you talked until you drifted to sleep–both dreaming of each other.

- Girl in Luv

This one was fun! Thanks for requesting~ I notice a lot of you guys apologize when you send us requests. Why!!! We love you! You guys are the best!!!! Seriously, we appreciate the support so much. You could ask me to write a 100k word novel and I’d probably do it. (Also, have you guys listened to Winner’s new songs? Fool is my jammmmm) 💛