#like the scene when they were drunk I didn't BREATH I was just frozen at my screen

[jeongin-lvr]

hihihi I have a thought !! Jeongin's reaction when he found out that reader is a camgirl

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ camera shy, y. jeongin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾!𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇，𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 ???，𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗒𝗌，𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍，𝗎𝗇𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽．

[ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ] 𝗍𝗒𝗌𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 <𝟥 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝗈 <𝟥 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝟤 𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗅 !!

[ 𝟦．𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ✩ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ✩ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

HE’S JUST your roommate. And as your roommate, he wasn't shy to just walk right into your room, ready to ask you about the mess in the kitchen or the curling iron you left in the bathroom the two of you shared. As your roommate he never expected to walk into your bedroom and see you spread wide in front of your desk computer, playing with yourself and talking to the camera.

Jeongin's jaw dropped straight to hell, his eyes practically bulging as he stared. It was impossible to turn away; it was like his gaze was glued to you. The way your fingers pressed into your clit like a button, your lips pressed together hard as you paused to breathe. Jeongin didn't know how to form sober thoughts anymore. He felt drunk and dizzy while staring at you, his mind was slurred and even though he wasn't saying anything, he felt he wasn't making sense.

You hadn't noticed him standing in the doorway, surprisingly. Your eyes were still seductively staring into the screen, gaze falling to every other comment, smirking at some of the more desperate ones.

You spoke slowly, like you wanted everyone there to understand, even Jeongin.

"I'm all wet just for youuu." Your voice fell into a soft whine, sing-song like as you smile. Jeongin doesn't know why but your words go straight to his dick and he braced himself on the wall, fearing he'd lose his balance.

You continued, still somehow unaware of Jeongin's presence. It didn't help that the room was dark apart from the dim light of your desktop and the pale bulb of your bedside lamp. Your head was facing the screen entirely, too focused to even notice his watching figure on the sidelines.

You weren't anything like the Y/N he usually saw. Normally you were quiet and a bit shy, he'd never take you for the type to be so lewd behind the scenes. It was dangerous the duality you secretly held. Your eyes were low and dark under the limited light, lips glossed and shiny, your pretty body cutely dressed in something that Jeongin never knew he needed to see. A pale pink lingerie set, gorgeous around your curve with bows on every line of lace, sewn into the straps and panties cutely. All this and Jeongin's mouth watered like a dog; shamefully, he was already hard,embarrassingly so.

You hissed as you read something, assuming to be someone's comment out loud, "You look so good right now, that set suits you," You smiled sweetly like it was any other compliment, your cheeks dimpled and hot, "Thank you, I picked it out for you."

Jeongin's brain went foggy again. If he could get his feet to work he would've left already, embarrassed yet painfully hard. He wished he could find the strength to turn around and fix himself up— ease the burden of blood rushing to his cock. You were doing something to him he didn't except. He's watching you like god herself had divined right before him; he's thinking like Satan had run his fingers along his skin and tainted his mind. He felt dirty, he felt like perverted loser as he stood frozen watching you.

You bit your lip, sucking in a breath of air softly as your fingers slid down your slid, poking daintily at your hole.

"I actually have a surprise for you guys," You began with a soft smile, eyes a little hazy as you reached over your desk. You pulled out of what seemed to be thin air, a hot pink dildo, the color harsh and bright. Jeongin almost choked at the sight, the color, the length, the idea of you putting that into yourself— it felt like a fever dream to witness, "Isn't it pretty? I bought it yesterday... should I try it on stream?"

Jeongin listened like he was an avid viewer; like he himself had paid the same money those people on the stream had to see you. Once again a wave of shame flushed across him, cheeks reddening but feet remaining concrete on the floor.

"Yeah? Okay," You seemed entirely too happy, leaning back in your chair and giving the viewers once again an amazing view. Your tits pressed together by your arms, your panties on you right ankle, dangling forgotten and free, "It's a bit bigger than I'd normally buy... I wonder if it'll even fit..."

Your eyes raised back to the screen and for a second Jeongin saw that shy girl he knew. Your eyes were widened and your lips damp and parted. It was a gorgeous sight and he felt a sudden urge to walk over there and grab your face, maybe even make you take all of him for those viewers to see. The power you held over him right now was insane and you didn't even know it.

You bit your lip with your eyebrows pressed together, bringing the thick silicone to your pussy, rubbing it along your clit whilst simultaneously collecting your own essence along the shaft.

Jeongin's eyes followed every movement you made; enamored as you held the toy to your hole now, sucking in a breath as you slipped it inside of you slowly, etching deeper and deeper until the majority of it disappeared inside of you.

Jeongin let out an audible groan, somehow you hadn't heard it; your head leaned back and eyes shut, embracing the feeling as your walls snugly held the dildo in place.

"F-fuck," You cried out softly, lifting your head back to the screen, "It feels so good... so much bigger t-than usual."

Jeongin could barely see your screen but he just knew the chat was exploding. Your eyes tried to follow each one but you were already growing woozy from the feeling; Jeongin could see it.

"O-oh," You whimpered as you rolled your hips off the chair, struggling to maintain yourself for the camera. You read a comment, "Wish you were taking my cock right now instead of that overpriced p-plastic," You nodded eagerly, eyes fluttery as another whine fell past your lips, "Me too, wish I had real dick right now... fuck."

Jeongin almost opened his mouth to speak before he caught himself; mouth too dry to even say anything to begin with.

"Can you moan a little louder for us?" You read a comment in a soft whispery voice. You nodded at this and let out your prettiest moan, hand moving the dildo in and out of your pussy in steady motions. Your head lulled backward, beginning to lose focus on the screen, "M' gonna cum fast tonight— fuck, feels s'good."

Jeongin's hand was softly caressing himself through his sweats, the tips of his ears stained a shade of red. His eyes scanned over your entire body; the lace that hugged your tits, the hot pink dildo disappearing then reappearing from your cunt, the squish in your belly and the swollen tint of your lips. He bit his lips, afraid he'd say something stupid if he didn't.

"Fu-fuck— can I? Can I cum?" You asked the stream, the people watching the lewd image before them. You whimpered again, thighs shaking and threatening to close.

You read the chat, grateful for the kindness tonight as the chat flooded with praise and yes's.

In his head, Jeongin was pleading with you to cum, his eyes fixed on your twitching kissy as you began to up your pace. You rapidly pushed the toy into you over and over again; moans getting more frequent and whinier.

You moaned out something incoherent and whiny, your head falling back, exposing your chest hidden beneath the thin veil of lace. Your orgasm came with no warnings, your moans expertly loud and helpless as you fucked yourself through your high.

All the while Jeongin palmed his bulge and wondered how he'd never seen you like this sooner. It had to be the best thing he'd ever seen.

Your high came in intervals, your head falling back and thighs twitching. Jeongin watched you lean your own head back, tilt it his direction and moan, eyes locking on hiss and in your orgasm-filled daze your hand reached out to him, making Jeongin's heart (and dick) lurch.

Your eyes glossy and your chest heaving as you mewled and moaned something that couldn't be understood; all the while your eyes on Jeongin, now aware of his presence and reaching for him with grabby, shaky fingertips.

"I-Innie—" You practically moaned his name as your orgasm fell, ending as you shook helplessly. You continued pushing the dildo into yourself, shame out the window as you continued to hold your gaze. Jeongin couldn't break his eyes away.

"Fuck," He huffed, eyes wide, trying to collect what little dignity he had left, "Sorry— I'll go—"

You shook your head, somehow already knowing exactly what was going on. Your eyes fell to his hand that tried (and failed) to cover his erection, the denim of his pants visibly uncomfortable around his hard cock. You reached again, teary eyes now as you overstimulated yourself with your dildo, still brave enough to stare at him.

His eyes. They were slender and a little nervous yet equally so aroused and dark. The darkness of the room didn't help; making him look especially enticing. While any other night you'd gladly take the chance to have him, especially tonight.

From Jeongin's messy, dyed hair to his expensive facial features. High cheekbones and dangerously pretty eyes, lips soft and pink with the prettiest Cupids bow. Not to mention his beautifully carved body, broad shoulders and chest hidden beneath the thickness of his hoodie. You caught glimpses of his figure all the time, and each time you were drooling in your mind for him.

"Innie... please." The adrenaline of an orgasm gave you the courage to call for him. To plead with him to stay. The chat was exploding with questions, one after the other, donation after donation with notes asking who you were talking to. Your boyfriend? A friend? They were curious, who is this mystery person you're calling out to? Your shaky hands reached for him longingly and the viewers couldn't see but Jeongin didn't hesitate to step toward you, finally being able to pick up his feet.

When Jeongin came on screen all that was visible were his arms and his body, face excluded and cut off screen just at his jaw. The chat was exploding now more than ever, the notification of donations being ignored as the two of you held a longing stare. It was silent, your legs still spread and your mind foggy. Jeongin's vision was blurred but he could make you out so much clearer than before. The dimness no longer shrouded your beauty but highlighted it. Your sweaty chest, your lustful eyes.

He stared and to you it made you sober up a bit, wondering if you'd made the wrong move, but to him be was taking it all in before he grabbed you and bent you over the table. Jeongin cupped your chin, fingers slightly gripping the soft flesh and squishing your lips into a pout.

He didn't care that cameras were rolling, nor that hundreds if not thousands of people were watching the two of you right now. Thinking about it was pointless anyway— all he wanted to do was have his way with you.

"Jeongin..."

You asked quietly, wishing you hadn't said anything now. Afraid of what he was going to say; would he ridicule you? Call you a good for nothing whore and stampede out of the room? Why was he staring into your eyes so deeply? How was he so hot even when you could barely make out his eyes beneath the shroud of dark?

"I'm thinking..." Jeongin stated simply, voice barely audible by viewers.

Your body was shaky and so was your breath, "About... what?" You bit your lip, speech slurred by the way he held your face.

Jeongin's breath fanned your face, warming it even further, sweat beginning to dribble down your temple just from his stare alone.

"All the ways I could fuck you right now."

You practically moaned at the sound of his voice, let alone his words. Such nasty, lewd words that lingered in the air for a minute, a flume of tension rising around the two of you. It was undeniable. You didn't even bother to say more, just staring up at him wide eyed, silently daring him to do it; show you the best he's got. Show everyone watching behind their screens what he could really do.

Jeongin didn't hesitate, bringing you upward, all of his once raging shyness gone. He's got the opportunity and he'd call himself and idiot if he let it pass him by. He flipped you toward the screen, your face inches away as you leaned on your hands, tits threatening to spill from their pink lace homes. You moaned as his hands laced through your hair, digging into your scalp then dragging through the half-made knots. You winced when he wrapped an arm around your waist, adjusting you to his liking, moaning again as he pressed his thick, hot bulge against your backside.

You moaned but it wasn't for the camera this time. You don't know why but Jeongin had this effect on you; something you hoped you'd get to experience again after this.

"Oh— put it in— please, please," You begged outwardly with starry eyes, avoiding your reflection in the monitor and instead staring at his clothed chest, noticing the way his chest rose and fell erratically, "Innie, I can't— want you so bad, p-please!" Your voice was akin to a sob now, breathless as he watched your figure squirm and writhe beneath him.

He swore it altered the chemistry in his brain, ultimately frying it. He saw colors he'd never seen before, he tasted things he'd never tasted before this very moment. All of it was thanks to you.

Those pretty sounds you made eggend him on further, giving him the confidence to speak, "Baby... just look at the camera and hold still."

His voice was nonchalant and demanding but he swore on the inside he was about to combust. His eyes fell to your pretty ass, round cheeks curved up as your back arched; his dick slotted so perfectly between them, the bulge itching to be freed and find it's place in your cute body.

"Take this thing out..." Jeongin pulled the dildo out of you, chuckling at the sight of how much cum fell from the tip, sticky and leaking on your ass and his hands. He tossed it to the side with little care for where it landed; staring back at your cunt again, this time ogling at your cunt peeking through the side of your panties, wetness dripping down your thighs now. He sucked in a breath and a groan, eyes going to the screen as he realized he was on camera again.

"Innie... just fuck me already." You pushed your ass back against him, rubbing mindlessly against his bulge. Jeongin was never one to obey so easily, but this time he swore he'd never untied his sweats faster. He just had to have you right this instant, to fuck you in front of thousands and show them that you have what they'll never get: you.

He himself wasn't even sure if he was dreaming or not. Whether this was real or fake didn't matter to him now— all he cared about was the feeling of your ass pressed against him. God, was it something he could get used to. Just the sight alone left him quaking, pretty and round and daintily covered by the thin veil of pink lace. Leaving nothing to the imagination, only making his cock twitch in his pants.

"You're such a slut," Jeongin's voice was grating like sandpaper on wood, making your stomach flip and your knees shake, "Showing yourself off to the world like this... so wet too, fuck." Jeongin could barely formulate the words as his mind raced; all be could think of was all the things he wanted to do to you.

You whined at his words, clearly wanting to bite back only to receive a tap on your ass. Somewhat of a warning of what his big hands could do if you acted out. You let out a soft shriek that dissipated into a content sigh.

"Using a nasty little toy on yourself isn't gonna do much, sugar..." Jeongin was bending you further into your desk, the bottom half of his face appearing on screen as he whispered in your ear, "Wouldn't you rather have the real thing? Wouldn't you rather have me fill this pretty cunt up for you instead?"

You were quick to respond, nodding your head as you tried to turn your head to face him. He chuckled, nodding as well like a taunt.

"Tell them all then," Jeongin pointed to the screen. The feeling was utter humiliation— or at least it would be if you cared enough. If the bulge of his cock wasn't pressing deliciously against your cunt, applying just enough pressure to your clit. You weakly turned to the screen, mouth wet as saliva pooled in the corner of your lips.

The chat was spamming with questions still. Begging to know who this guy was and why he had shown up suddenly. Why they couldn't make out his face and why he was touching you. They were definitely jealous as he ran a hand up your spine, loving the way you reacted to him and arched your back.

"I-Innie's... he's gonna fuck m'now..." You stared blurry eyed at the screen, listening to the sound of Jeongin shuffling and pulling his dick out from his boxers, slipping his tip up and down your folds. He listened to you continue, "He's— he's gonna fuck me for y-you all." You wiggled your ass slowly with a sly chuckle, pressed your lips together when he suddenly grabbed you. His fingers were rough and his eyes were straight on your ass. His cock leaking against your ass as he adjusted you to his liking.

"Go on." He ordered. The calm yet demeaning sound of his voice making you itch to feel him.

"Can't wait to feel it. Been wanting to since foreverrr," You continued now, "Fuck, want it so—"

Jeongin pushed into you suddenly, making you choke on your words, spit dribbling out the side of your mouth. Evidently shutting you up, he laughed and gave your ass a nice rub. But inside his nonchalant, almost mean demeanor he was losing it.

Never had Jeongin thought he'd be perfectly snug between your thighs inside your gummy walls. Was it something he'd find himself thinking about randomly? All the time. Had he ever thought his fantasies would become a reality? No, not at all. But right now he was reveling in the moment, every breath was like his final, taking it in slow as he tried to think straight. You were squeezing him impossibly good, almost painful like you were choking his poor dick.

Meanwhile, your brain was turning to mush, staring blankly ahead at the screen, eyes too lazy to refocus on the spamming chat. Mostly egging you both on, instructing things to do as if it were their own personal game.

Jeongin wondered how his shy roommate, the girl who was meek and quiet in public, had managed to keep such a dangerously attractive secret for so long. Had you always done this? Was this a new thing? So many questions yet all at once all he needed was to feel you more.

So he gripped your waist, focusing on the pleasure of you, "Fuck, s'better than I imagined."

You nodded softly, already whimpering and moaning between each breath.

Jeongin's eyes were shielded by his hair as he read some of the comments, flabbergasted by some of the shit they were saying. Even more shocked by the amount of money reeling in now. Before his eyes, flashes of donations and notifications beamed over the screen like little surprises.

Jeongin decided in that moment to give the viewers what they want. He bit his lip as he slowly slid out, leaving his leaky red tip in before pushing back in. He was slow and deliberate, all the while his hands ran up and down your waist, reaching and grabbing for any part of you he could.

His eyes came across a specific comment; call her a slut.

Jeongin had no problem doing that, so he lowered a hand to your jaw, gripping your poor, flushed skin and angling your head toward the camera. Your eyes were struggling to stay open and your mouth hung agape. "Fucking slut... desperate to get fucked in front of all these people... nasty aren't you?"

You didn't deny it, instead whimpering at a particularly sharp thrust inside of you. Your nails were digging into the desk, your face felt hot, and your body ached already, "Y-yes."

"What's that?" Jeongin only said it to watch the way you stammered, almost embarrassed to repeat yourself.

"Yes!"

"That's more like it. Speak up, don't hide your sounds, slut."

Jeongin obeyed the comments religiously; even chanting little moans like church hymns. He wasn't gentle, leaving you babbling and drooling. He wasn't even sure you realize you were still displayed on screen for everyone to see. His hands instinctively glided up your body as his eyes scanned the chat once again, looking for inspiration, something to drive you wild with. Satisfy whatever thirst was brewing in the chat.

He kept his moans to himself, slowly losing it each time he listened to your delicious sounds.

Jeongin smirked at another comment; how does it feel?

“See that?” Jeongin pointed your head at the monitor, chuckling when you whispered out a moan, “They’re asking you how it feels. Go on, tell them, slut.” He gave you a particularly harsh thrust, similar to a gentle nudge forward.

Your fingers curled around the edges of the desk, the little table rocking slightly as he slowed his hips down; your body reacting with little pushes back against his hips. Jeongin stared at the screen impatiently, watching as you tried to focus your poor, watery eyes.

“I— I can’t,” You struggled, feeling his strong arm wrapping around your torso, “So deep…”

Jeongin bit his lip, sliding his hand up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you backward. He wasn’t in the mood to be patient anymore; he wanted to fuck you. He was so close and you saying shit like that didn’t help him at all. By the way you were flinching and preening, his name melting off your tongue and heating the air, had his mind slipping. Jeongin gripped your body tightly against his chest, not a care for how the camera was catching you two— you both sweaty and lust filled. Your body reacting with little jerks each time his cock slipped into you completely from sensitivity; prior orgasms giving you the blessing of a fast approaching orgasm.

Jeongin’s hot breath fanned your face, “You close? Tell me, fuck, c’mon.”

You nodded, his fingers grazing up your jaw, “So close… right there, r-right there!” You jaw hung open, little ‘ah’s’ filling the air, whiny and addicting. Jeongin was groaning, lost in the pool of his own pleasure as you squeezed him just right.

“Cum on my cock,” Jeongin groaned breathlessly, rocking you along with his desperate thrusts, “Oh— fuck, s’tight, dammit!”

You came so hard the world went white; blurring your mind and sending you in a spiral of pure bliss. Your body was twitching, going limp in his arms like jelly. His eyes squeezing shut as you did so, curling his toes to keep his orgasm in check.

Before your orgasm was fully done he was pulling out and bending you forward into the desk again, not caring for the things along the table bruising your skin. He pushing you into the wood by the back of your head, slender fingers curling in your hair. He fucked the last of his stamina into his fist, jerking himself off until his dick spurt pretty ropes of pearly cum, thick and steaming along your skin as it landed in gorgeous patterns.

You panted into the desk, eyes focusing on the random corner beside the wall, your mind coming down from a high that left you practically glitching. Jeongin stood up with slumped shoulders, hand dropping his flaccid dick as he panted out little breaths.

Your lips hung wide as realization slowly hit. Usually you’d do a quick goodbye for your viewers, maybe thanking them or doing something small. But this time your body reacted faster than your brain could properly function. You raised your shaky arm to the monitor and simply shut the whole device off, eyes slowly widening, trailing toward the boy behind you.

Your own roommate. Someone you considered a pretty close friend— someone you saw everyday. The boy you complained to and cried to a few times. Now you can add another thing to that list; the boy who made you cum on camera for thousands.

Almost like Jeongin knew what you were thinking he tapped your ass with a little chuckle. His grip finding your waist again, “I didn’t know you were a camgirl.”

[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter two

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

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chapter warnings scene where wooyoung is intoxicated but its only mentioned, he’s asleep through most of that scene tbh.

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there was certainly subtle signs, you realized in retrospect, that you had simply been oblivious to. little things, perhaps, that seemed harmless at the time, but were in fact an ominous portent of what was to come. and then, the massive punch to the jaw which would knock you into reality. it was as if all the warning signs you had missed were glaring out at you now. you had to accept the truth, the cold harsh truth that jung wooyoung was no longer someone that you could call at two in the morning just because you needed a voice

jung wooyoung was no longer the one you could listen to for hours on end, and not get bored. he was no longer intertwined with you.

and you were afraid. you were completely and utterly afraid more than anything your mind could fully comprehend at that moment. wooyoung was all you knew, all you wanted to know, and this sudden revelation threatened to overwhelm you with fear. the possibility of losing him was insurmountable. you desperately wanted to cling to his every word, latching onto the hope that somehow this would all turn out alright.

but deep down, you knew better.

you weren’t sure why you stayed.

seonghwa breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door and saw you standing there. “finally, you're here,” he said, his relief evident in his voice. “he’s on the couch, he didn't even make it there himself. i had to drag him after he passed out on the floor.” he sighed again as he led you inside the familiar home, your gaze taking in the surroundings as you tried to assess the situation.

you frowned as the imagery in your mind clashed with the reality in front of you. wooyoung was there, passed out on the couch, curled up in a blanket. his lips were slightly parted, and soft snores were coming from his mouth. everything about this sight reminded you of the old wooyoung, the one you had fallen for. it was as if this sight was frozen in time, the only disturbance being the slow rise and fall of his chest indicating his breathing.

every part of you wanted to linger here, to simply stay in this moment with wooyoung. as if this was proof that he hadn't changed, that deep down the same man was still there. the small motions of his body were like comfort to you in this dark time. all you wanted was to stay here, to observe him as he slept, and forget the world outside.

“he was drunk off his ass,” seonghwa broke your thoughts

"but when is he not at this point..?" you heard him mutter, shaking his head as he leaned against one of the walls, arms folded over his chest. you glanced at him, suddenly acutely aware of your own ache. you felt as if you were responsible somehow, as if you played some part in the pain wooyoung was in right now. your heart squeezed tight in your chest, feeling like it didn't fit inside of your body.

just a little longer. that’s all you needed, just one more moment of denial. could you really let go of the last vestiges of innocence that made you happy in this situation? maybe just for one tiny little moment longer, you could pretend everything was okay. you wanted to beg the universe to let you have that just for one miniscule second.

sighing, you took the first step towards wooyoung, gently shaking him. “woo.. come on, let’s go..” you said, trying to wake him up. the exhaustion in his demeanor was almost palpable, like a thick fog hanging over him and covering his eyes.

“go away..” he mumbled, his words slurring ever so slightly as he tried to turn over to get more sleep. he was intoxicated, although not to the same extent that you had presumed before. however, he was still not in a state of coherent thought, and he was still clearly not lucid enough to carry on a proper conversation with you.

you could hear seonghwa sigh from behind you, "i’ll help you get him into the car," he said calmly. he pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you, and a sleeping, grumpy wooyoung who was groaning about the fact you two cared about him so much. why was he being this way? when had he become so closed off and resistant to your care?

you frowned, "thank you, hwa," you whispered. he gave you a small nod in reply, understanding the situation. you struggled to keep hold of wooyoung’s left side, having to bear his weight as he resisted your care while seonghwa had control over the right side and was doing his best to help support most of it.

it was difficult to get down the long hallways, especially while trying to keep wooyoung propped-up and steady. yet, determination was what made the two of you succeed in getting him in the backseat eventually. after all the effort, you had finally managed to lay him down, though you couldn’t help but worry. the entire trek to your car had left you exhausted, anxious, and filled with a strange sense of relief yet regret.

“you sure you’ll be able to handle this?" seonghwa asked, looking at you with an expression that was full of uncertainty and hesitation. you could see the debate going on in his mind, as he debated whether he should let you go or not.

"it's wooyoung." you said the answer that you thought he needed, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of anything. the two of you remained in a stare-down, your heart racing faster the longer he doubted you. it seemed like he was on the verge of saying something else, until he finally gave you a small nod and backed off.

he sighed, looking back at the backseat one last time and catching a glimpse of a passed-out wooyoung through the window. he repeated your words, "It's wooyoung," with a more sorrowful tone in his voice. he was concerned about you, knowing just how deep your devotion to wooyoung was. he knew that you'd do anything for him, go through any lengths to ensure his safety and comfort, regardless of the risks or consequences.

he also knew that it wasn't a healthy dynamic, and he couldn't help but worry about you. he was caught between caring for your well-being and letting go of the fact that he couldn't always protect you. it seemed like it was one or the other, and both options terrified him.

"i’ll text you when I'm home, okay?" you tried to reassure him once more, leaning slightly against your car as you spoke. your hand on the roof of the car, you looked at him one final time, wanting to assure him that everything would be okay and that you'd be careful.

seonghwa looked at you a bit longer, "you better." he said back to you with a softer tone, as if he was hoping you would, for his own sanity's sake. he wanted to believe that you would be careful and keep yourself safe, despite the fact that he knew the answer could be far different. it was something that he could never truly grasp, just hope that you'd choose the better option.

getting into the car, you settled in and started to put your key into the ignition. "are we going home?" you heard wooyoung’s muffled voice as he shifted in his seat and moved, laying his head on his arm. he had a slight squish look to his face, and his lips were parted from the way he was resting, looking almost like a pouting child.

you glanced at him through the rear view mirror, adjusting yourself before humming. "yeah, we are." you said, giving one more final look at seonghwa who stood at his front door, watching you with a small and worried expression. he remained on his front lawn, standing firmly as if he wasn't sure of what to do with the current situation.

he stood there, looking back at you for a few more seconds before stepping back, his hand lifting in a little goodbye gesture. though, you couldn't see his expression, you got the sense that he was struggling to hide his worry. he tried to smile and wave as you started to drive off, but the tension was palpable. you felt his gaze on you even as he was no longer in sight, and you couldn't help but worry about him as well.

the next morning, wooyoung woke up, tangled in his bedsheets as he felt a pounding headache and his heart beating rapidly. he wondered how he got here, remembering how he stumbled to seonghwa after getting into a fight at the bar. he recalled seonghwa scolding him for being reckless, and he recalled the fight itself, as well. all he could think of was your face, and the disappointed look on it. even in his half-drunken state, his mind kept going back to you.

he glanced over at the two pills sitting on his nightstand, the realization suddenly sinking in as he froze. he could recall you and seonghwa trying to lift him out of the car and you crying as you drove him home. he remembered pretending to be asleep, trying not to hear your sniffles and cries as you drove. the pills on his nightstand were a sobering realization, and he remembered now what had happened last night.

he took the pills as they were, not chasing them down with water, and he pulled himself out of bed reluctantly, staggering with half-open eyes as he walked to the living room. he searched around hoping to find you, his feet dragging on the floor with every few steps. he was still in a half-drunken state from the night before, but your presence or even just a glimpse of anything that would belong to you would have brought him some comfort.

"yn..," he called out, his voice rough from the previous night. he coughed a bit, walking around as he tried to look for any sign of you. he was slowly becoming more alert and attentive, though he hadn't quite reached the clarity that would give him the ability to see clearly just yet. he stumbled around a bit, trying to stay focused on trying to spot you.

then he saw you on the couch, curled up in a small blanket with your soft and peaceful snores leaving your parted lips. you had seemingly fallen asleep unintentionally, and the remote was still in your hand as the television remained on. he couldn't help himself, standing there for a moment as he watched you rest, seemingly more peaceful than he had seen you be before. it almost made him feel guilty, knowing that you were only unhappy when he was around.

it almost felt like all time stopped, as he realized that all he had done was make you sad. he could see the hurt and unhappiness that he had caused you, not wanting to think about the fact that he was the one who had caused it. it was a sobering realization that he struggled to face, as he felt all of the guilt come crashing down on him.

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taglist @special4u @vampzity @jwone @dulceeed

[ot9snumber1]

POLY!MISAMO POLY!MISAMO

im here!

yk me and bondage we just go together..

sub!momo getting tied to the bed bc she lost a bet of who could go the longest without touching themselves, sana and mina playing with her until she gets whiny and crying mess because of overstimulation..

I LOVE YOU!! always the first to save me <3

YES OMG :( misana intentionally made the bet with a drunk momo because they knew she would never ever last. even if sober momo swore she would never lose a bet (jihyo's competitiveness totally rubbing off on her), there were some things she just couldn't resist.

just as they thought things couldn't get any better (or worse, for momo), mina was out celebrating a friend's birthday and sana was out for another graff photoshoot.

in short, momo didn't even last a day.

sana was the first to tease her, sending her a selfie from the dressing room. she was only wearing the lingerie set mina bought her a while back with a very expensive necklace accentuating her cleavage. too bad you're not here, love. would do anything for you to eat me out rn :(

momo takes deep breaths and takes a cold shower. she just responds with a thumbs up emoji, making sana laugh. momo isn't a fool. she knows when she's being tricked. even if mina tried to get her to break the bet, too.

i don't think i ever sent this to you. thought you'd like it.

momo thinks she could implode at any given moment now. she stares at her phone, frozen as she stood still in the doorway to their shared room. mina was Evil. capital E.

the video mina sent seemed to be hastily recorded. the phone must've fallen over before mina hit record, because all she could see was the ceiling of the bathroom. not that she needed to see anything, anyway. she recognized the scene almost instantly.

"ah—fuck, fuck me right there!" mina moaned. momo felt herself blush, unable to click off the video. it was when momo had bought her current favorite strap and couldn't even wait until they got home to test it out.

momo takes another cold shower, but that didn't help either. her girlfriends were just far too stubborn to let her win just this once.

we'll be home soon <3 sana texted. momo felt happy at that, dreaming of being able to cook for them again, cuddle, kiss, et cetera.

until sana followed her message with a video of mina sucking on her tits.

that was momo's last straw.

"f–fu—ah!" momo whined as she inserted another finger into herself, barely being able to hold her phone. she tried to focus on rewatching the video over and over—but just the sound of sana's sultry voice commanding mina to do what she wanted was sending her into overdrive.

they wouldn't find out, right? if momo was just careful enough...

sana laughs maniacally when she steps into the bedroom. she didn't even need to walk closer to see the big damp spot on it. "mina!" sana calls out as she ran down the stairs to reunite with her girls. "i think our little momoring owes us something."

momo's heart drops. she'd never been more scared and turned on at the same time.

momo tries closing her legs again, the feeling of sana's fingers in her and vibrator on her clit just felt like too much. sana slaps her thighs lightly, forcing her to hold them open. "take it, slut. isn't this what you wanted? to be used?"

sana returns to overstimulating momo while mina pinched and sucked at her nipples. momo let out a high-pitched whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. "mff—fuck! please, i'll be a good girl i swear—"

"should've thought about that earlier, no?" mina teased. "you know how she is." sana hums, smiling in satisfaction when momo cums for the umpteenth time. "can't think about anything but fucking and being fucked."

both sana and mina laugh at that. "yeah. our baby is just a filthy–minded freak, hm?" mina coos as her fingers trail down to replace the vibrator sana held against her clit. "shit!" momo cried out, throwing her head back and wanting nothing more than to hold their wrists in place. (too bad her wrists were the ones being held in place. there was nothing prettier than sana's necktie restraining momo from doing anything but cry, in mina and sana's opinion.)

"answer." mina says lowly, slapping her cunt. momo whines again, her voice raspy from how much she's screamed so far. "y–yes! j–jus' a freak for you two."

sana chuckles again, curling her fingers in momo. "atta girl."

[fridayth13]

Heyy, I hope your week went well!

Could you write about Mc going clubbing with Asmo and Mammon?

Or maybe if you're down to write something a bit more chill, slow dancing with Simeon after a draining day,, whatever inspires you more :)) Have a nice day!! <33

calm before the neon lights.

↳ asmodeus & mammon × gn!reader

↳ genre: fluff/crack | wordcount: 500+ | warnings: suggestive joke made towards mc (you know how asmodeus can be hfdfkjrdgjhdj), alcohol mentions, mentions of mammon's drunk-stripping habits, mammon implied to be hammered, general "making fun of mammon" tomfoolery, cursing

↳ notes: hi!! thank you for the request, i hope you have a nice day/night as well! so i opted for the first prompt, but i'm not sure how to write the clubbing scene properly (i'll probably practice it at some point, just not in a request), so i hope this will do hfdgkgdgj the relationships are ambiguous by default as well, so you know. hope you enjoy this either way

naturally, the only way to the fall at this time of night in the devildom was to sneak out. which was a bad idea.

but as asmodeus and mammon loved to put it, "ask for forgiveness, not permission" was their best bet with lucifer.

then again, their foolproof plan to acquire his forgiveness was to assault him with their sad puppy eyes. so maybe you were still in trouble, after all.

not that that deterred you in the slightest. a jolt of sweet exhilaration ran down your spine as you opened the window. cold night air caressed whatever skin was left exposed by the new outfit you bought for the occasion.

you sucked in a breath, then swung your leg over the ledge of your window. time to go.

the three of you agreed beforehand to go at separate times and separate exits. asmodeus and mammon should already be outside, hiding in the expanse of black trees that surrounded the house of lamentation.

you quickly scanned the windows for any watching eyes before scurrying into the trees.

you didn't need to look too hard for your escorts. thankfully, their hushed whisper-shouting match was just shout-y enough for you to pick up a little into the woods.

"lemme go dammit—"

"mammon, don't you dare! our cover!"

actually, it was a wonder you weren't already caught. you rolled your eyes fondly at white and pink hair poking out from the sides of the same narrow tree.

"guys?"

mammon jumped, nearly falling sideways when he turned to look at you. his eyes were wide behind his custom sunglasses.

"m....c..?"

asmodeus snickered as his brother's urgent voice melted into awe. but as he turned to look at you, his cheeks darkened a similar, flustered shade of red.

"oh, mc!" asmodeus exclaimed, completely dropping the whispered tone. he grabbed mammon (who was very much frozen, mouth agape) and shook him as he squealed. "you look gorgeous, darling! hell, i want to just grab you right now and eat you right—"

mammon quickly slapped his brother's arms off of him, cutting him off.

"ayayayayay, that's enough, asmo."

"what," asmo scoffed. "was i supposed to wait for you to quit gawking like you didn't wanna do the same thing? you were this close to drooling."

"i was not!"

"anyway!" he clapped his hands together, giggling as he met your amused expression. "let's go? maybe if you flash mammon another smile, he'll faint and we can go without him, what do you say?"

"oi, i can hear you, ya know!"

"so?"

you sighed, already anticipating the long night ahead of you. still, as asmodeus said, you couldn't keep the smile off your face as you turned to mammon.

"funny as that would be," (you caught the beginnings of a pout on mammon's lips.) "we can't leave mammon here."

"aw, boo."

"ha."

"on the condition that you don't get wasted and strip in public again." you grinned teasingly.

mammon's blush returned with a vengeance.

"i do not strip when i'm drunk!"

asmo grimaced. "he could do worse things, i guess."

asmo

MC

MC

MC

HELP

HE'S DOING THE WORSE THINGS

mammon

GUYS COME OVER I GOT IS AVVIP ROOM

lucifer

What's this about a room?

mammon

SHIT

I MEAN NOTHING

mc

huh 🤨 wonder what you're doing mammon?

asmo

Yeah 🤨🤨🤨

mammon

GEY

HEW

GRY

fuck you

lucifer

Ah. I see

I hope you have fun tonight. I can't say the same for tomorrow

That goes for all three of you

dividers from @clutteredfun

[mikrrokosmos]

absolutely LOVING your excitement over homecha i really hope you continue to enjoy this little show that manages to go over like a million different themes but never makes any of them feel overbearing or incoherent and it's just so much fun and cute and trope-y but also very real and gosh i just love it so much gongjin is my second home i hope it becomes yours too <3

LITERALLY ITS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED!?!?! I was sold in the first 18 minutes of the first episode, I'm on episode 6 right now and it's all I can think about. Slice of life's can be a hit or miss with me but I'm sorry it's about a small town on the seaside???? With a trio of grandmas a divorced couple who may still have feelings for each other and meddlesome neighbours!? And don't even get me STARTED on Dusik and Hyejin, they are making me go insane. How they perfectly balance the opposites attract while still being similar?? Their banter?? How they level each other out?? How they drive each other up the wall while still understanding each other?? Obsessed with how Dusik pretends to be exasperated with Hyejin all the time and then we have these shots where it's just him being ENAMORED by her looks ugh I can't.

[writingbywatson]

Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

[ivyyreid]

greek tragedy

description: breakups are hard. but you usually don't completely change who you are and start killing, right?

category: angst

tw: mentions of self harm, eating disorders, breakups, knives, mentions of stab wounds, death, suicide, blood, men, guns, self-loathing, one-sided love.

masterlist

sometimes, i don't know what haunts me more.. the memories of you... or the happy person i used to be.

--

two years and two months ago.

spencer came into the bullpen with a gleam in his eye. a shy kind of happiness. the kind that makes you blush, and makes you embarrassed. the kind that makes people feel like kids again.

vivian came in with the same smile. the same red on her cheeks, the same glint in her eyes.

they both felt like kids again. happy, and in love.

they held hands under the table in the conference room. everyone noticed. and everyone smiled a bit more, knowing that two happy people are now making each other happier.

the night before, vivian and spencer had kissed in the rain under the stars. after an eternity of falling for each other, they finally gave in.

when they came in the next day, vivian's blonde hair seemed a little more golden, her eyes a little more warm. spencer's face seemed softer, and relaxed.

they played in the park, and watched nineties movies, and ate thai on the roof while watching the stars. all with the biggest goofiest smiles on their faces.

because you're nothing if not crazy when you're in love.

two months ago

blonde hair stained brown.

pink lips turned red.

a realtionship gone sour.

they broke up last week. they stood in the rain once again. but this time the rain didn't bring hope, and a new start. this time the rain fell, tainting the blue sky gray.

the girls heart shattered onto the pavement. pieces on the sidewalk, pieces in the grass. pieces being washed away by the rain.

no one knows what they said to each other, how it ended.

all they know is that the cuts on vivian's wrist are fresh, and that the numbers on her scale have rapidly declined.

she came into work on monday, her golden blonde hair painted dark brown, her young pink lips stained blood red. everyone stared, except spencer. she stared at no-one, but spencer.

she was there for a day after the breakup. maybe two. long enough to know that someone else had already brought a gleam into spencer's eyes. that someone else was already making him happy.

no one saw her after that. she left quickly and quietly. one day, her desk was personalized and filled with framed pictures, the next it was empty and bare. you could say that her desk matched her heart.

now, she lies on the floor of her bathroom. head pounding, rivers of red seeping onto the tiled floor.

one month ago.

seven men stabbed twice in the heart, all dead, over the course of two weeks. all left with red carnations.

the bau accepts the invitation to take on the case.

vivian watches the news coverage announcing the bureaus involvement, a smirk dancing on her face as she applies a new coat of lipstick.

one week ago, at the bar.

the bar is full of bodies. bodies against bodies. dancing, sweating, living.

the tall brunette, with the red lipstick and cold eyes slips off her coat, revealing the small black dress underneath. the heartless predator.

a drunk mans eyes follow the woman's every move. analyzing her every curve, watching the way her lips part. he sets down his glass and walks over. the unsuspecting prey.

he makes his way through the crowd, licking his lips as he nears vivian. her blonde hair, now turned brown, and her blood red lips enchant him.

her finger plays with her straw, spinning it around in her drink as she makes eye contact with him. she tilts her head slyly, and smiles a bit. egging him on.

"jonathan," he says, standing over her.

"cleo," she responds, flipping her dark hair over her exposed shoulder. she stands up, hand on his tie, and leans forward to whisper seductively in his ear:

"let's get out of here, jonathan."

three days ago, at the bau.

"we have a new body," hotch announces as he walks into the room. he pins a few pictures to the board. the first, an image of a smiling man. dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a square jaw. the next few are the body. dumped carelessly in an alleyway. two stabs to the heart, and red carnations scattered onto the body.

"woah," emily says, concern lacing her voice. "that makes fourteen bodies now."

"she's devolving," morgan adds. "speeding up the kills. her last kill was only one day ago, she's getting more dangerous. but she's also more likely to slip up."

the team nods to this, each thinking their own separate thoughts. eventually, they will all come to the same conclusion. the same suspect. but they won't share their ideas until it's too late.

the teams profile:

the unsub is female.

she recently suffered heartbreak, and has a newfound prejudice against men.

she changes her appearance each time. wigs, makeup, etc.

she stabs each victim twice in the heart, which must mean something.

she leaves red carnations at each scene, which means "alas for my poor heart, my heart aches," in some cultures.

she is highly intelligent, driven, but also depressed and self-loathing.

she is likely to have self-inflicted wounds, and possibly try and kill herself.

one day ago, vivian's apartment.

vivian stares in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror stares back at her.

a blonde wig is tossed carelessly on the floor, and boxes of colored contacts join it.

these objects are supposed to be able to change who you are on the outside, but to vivian, they're crushing her even more on the inside.

she doesn't recognize the woman in the mirror. the dark straight hair, red lips, and hollow eyes. the woman in the tight dress and heels.

she looks down, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over her face. this isn't the girl that spencer loved. she isn't the girl that spencer loved anymore.

and then she looks back up, and her heart stops. because there she is.

the girl in the mirror has long, wavy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. her eyes are full of life, not hollow and lifeless. her lips are pink, her cheeks flushed, her face innocent. her sundress hangs perfectly around her frame, and underneath her bright converse her socks mismatch.

the girl that spencer loved. the girl vivian stopped being when spencer stopped loving here.

the image takes vivian's breath away for a second, and a tear slips down her face, but she doesn't stop staring at the reflection, hoping that if she stares hard enough the girl will die and leave vivian alone.

her stare turns into a smirk. smirking at the innocent, dumb, oblivious girl. laughing silently at her.

the girl was oblivious to the heartbreak that awaited her. the emptiness that would creep into her soul.

the girl that was so blindly in love with the man that didn't care for her, even though he acted like he did.

maybe she was still in love with him. just a bit. even after he broke her heart, she still loved him. but she also hated him.

fuck spencer.

a couple of hours ago, bau.

vivian's face is front and center on the tv. her blonde hair, green eyes, and large smile.

the team sits around the table, shocked at the conclusion they came to.

vivian, their ex-coworker who always seemed so perfect and happy, is the unsub? vivian killed fifteen men?

they may want to deny it, but they all know it makes sense.

she broke up with spencer and completely fell apart. she quit her job. spencer says she was angry and sad and completely broken, hence the hate towards men. and the killings started around the time her and spencer broke up. even the number of stabs on each body makes sense. two stabs for two years her and spencer were together.

they're all shocked, but most can still talk, and move, and discuss. spencer is just frozen.

how could vivian have killed someone?

forty-five minutes ago, vivian's apartment.

spencer looks around the apartment, flashlight held and gun drawn.

when he used to come over, the apartment was homey and life like. plants would hang from the ceilings, and would sit on shelves. books were scattered on tables, and the floor to ceiling bookshelf would be disorganized. she used to have pictures of her and the team, and of spencer everywhere. but now it's bare, and empty. if spencer knew any better he would think no one lived there at all.

the team does a quick search, clearing all the rooms before gathering again in the living room.

"she's obviously not here, but she knows that we know it's her. she's been wanting us to know." derek says, and glances at spencer. "spencer, is there anywhere she liked to go, anywhere close?" he asks, and spencer furrows his brow.

"the roof! she liked to watch the sky!" he says suddenly, and hotch nods. the team climbs up the flights of stairs to get to the roof, which at first glance appears to be empty, until spencer notices a woman sitting against the chimney.

"spencer no way, she's armed man," derek says as spencer moves forward, but spencer tells him it's ok. he knows her. she has no intention of hurting him.

vivian stares at him, a tears falling down her face. spencer sits down next to her, eyes widening when he notices the knife in her hands. pointed at her own heart.

"vivian..." he says cautiously, taking in her died hair and red lips, "this isn't you. put the knife down." at this, vivian collapses into a fit of sobs, trailing mascara down her cheeks.

"i'm so sorry spencer," her voice is shaky and she's crying, but she keeps the knife pointed upwards towards her heart.

"please vivian just put the knife down," spencer whispers, his voice cracking a bit.

"i can't spencer, i have to do this," she sobs. "i killed....i killed so many people and i can't stop myself and i still love you but i hate you and you broke my heart but i have to do this spencer."

the boys eyes are sad, because deep down he knows he can't stop her from doing this. but he'll still try,

"please vivian, i-i love you," he pleads, but vivian just shakes her head, and laughs through her tears.

"no you don't spencer," she whispers, smiling a bit. "but it's ok. you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do," she says, and spencer knows whats coming. her grip on the knife tightens, and in a flash she jams it into her heart, gasping a bit as it deepens.

"no!" spencer yells, as she slumps and collapses. blood trickles from her lips, and her tears spill from her eyes. but still, she smiles. because it's finally over.

her final breath isn't sad, it's relieved. because she doesn't have to suffer anymore. the sadness, pain, and anger is finally gone.

spencer is tearless. her death was shocking, sad, but it was truthful. maybe she deserved it, even wanted it, but spencer knew she was going somewhere where she was happier.

happier without him.

as spencer stares at her body, laid out on the concrete, he sees the girl he loved. the blonde hair, sea green eyes, and the innocent face.

innocence, purity.

and all he can think about as she's wheeled into the ambulance, covered by the blanket is who she used to be. who she really is.

the beautiful, happy girl.

maybe one day, in another life she'll find true love.

who knows?

all anyone knows is that the day that her heart poured a red river onto the concrete, she started over. she began anew.

and maybe that was better for everyone.

[honeyimthedevil]

Tattoo artist AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Word count: 2,2K

I wrote this for a friend's birthday and they let me post it

***

Peter cleaned the exes ink from the fresh tattoo and wrapped it. He explained to the person again what he can and can’t do and then walked him out of the salon. He changed the needle, cleaned the stool and sat down, waiting for his next client.

A sleek car pulled up in front of the salon. One very good-looking man got out of the Audi and looked at the sign on top of the shop. He opened the door, making the bell over in jingle.

Peter turned around at the sound of the bell and smiled.

"Welcome to Peter's tattoo studio! I'm Peter. How can I help you?" He walked up to the person, who turned around to face him.

"Hello darling," the man smiled back at him, "I believe I have an appointment to get my first tattoo"

Peter's mouth watered at the sign of the man in front of him. The male looked strangely familiar and very very handsome.

Peter reached for his notebook and looked over the names.

"You're Tony Stark?"

"The one and only" the man answered.

"Come with me, sir"

"Please, call me Tony"

"Okay Tony. You can sit here," Peter pointed to the stool, "Do you know what kind of tattoo you want? And where you want it?"

"Yes, I know what I want. But before I tell you, your tattoos look phenomenal!" He complimented, looking over Peter's arms.

"Thank you, Tony. Will you tell me what I'm gonna be doing, please?"

"Yes. Yes of course. I want it on my side. Here's a picture" Tony got a phone out of his pocket and scrolled a little before turning it to Peter. The boy took the phone in his hands and observed the picture. It was a single red rose with the words 'love is love' in cursive along the staple.

"Okay," Peter gave him back the phone, "Can you send me the picture. You can get comfortable. You can just lift your shirt or take it of, whatever you're comfortable with"

Tony took of his shirt, revealing his scared chest, and threw it on the chair next to the bed. He was quick with sending the picture, then he lied down on the side that wasn't getting tattooed.

"Take your time, Pete" he said, looking around the room. The boy took the colors he needed and put them, along with the gun on the rollable table. He went to the computer and clicked a few buttons. The printer at the corner of the table buzzed and a single sheet of paper appeared.

"How old are you?" Tony asked, looking over Peter.

"I'm gonna tell you only if you tell me first" the boy said, taking the sheet, a spray bottle and cotton balls and putting them on next to the gun, on the small table.

"I'm 45. Now you" Tony answered.

"You don't look 45. I thought you were 35 at max. I'm 19, turning 20 in a few months"

"You're young. I, to be honest, don't remember that part of my life really well"

"Why?" Peter asked, turning to Tony, "oh, sorry. That's a personal question. You don't have to tell me"

"It's okay. I was drunk most of the time, and high, and I don't mean I was tipsy kind of drunk. I was completely wasted. I stopped drinking anything other than beer when I was 30"

"Oh. I haven't tried anything other than beer. I'm still underage" Peter said.

Tony nodded, falling silent. Peter rolled his chair to the bed and put on gloves. He opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid on the cotton.

"Do you want it here?" Peter pointed around the middle of Tony's side.

"Yes"

Peter ran the cotton over Tony's skin and then threw it in the bin. He placed the print on the disinfected stop and pressed it for a few seconds, then put it aside.

"It's not supposed to hurt much. Tell me if it does" he explained, preparing the gun.

"Okay, Pete"

The boy turned it on and the room was filled with the buzzing sound. Peter made the first line and wiped the exes ink.

"How did that feel?" He asked.

"It didn't hurt at all. You can continue"

Peter nodded and continued with the stem.

"Tony, can I ask you something?" The boy said, breaking the silence.

"Of course"

"You seem very familiar, have we met before?" He wiped away the ink again.

"Do you buy New York Times' magazines?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"I was on the cover a few months ago"

"You were?" Peter asked, amused.

"Yeah, because I confirmed I was gay. It's been a big scandal over the years, my sexuality"

Peter got lost in his thoughts for a second.

"Wait, you're Tony Stark, the CEO of stark industries?"

"The company is mine. I'm not CEO, though"

"You're a millionaire!" Peter exclaimed.

"A billionaire, actually. Don't treat me differently because of my money. I've had enough of that"

"I won't" Peter nodded.

"Can I- can I tell you a secret?" The boy asked.

"Um, yeah, if you want to"

"I'm bi. Nobody knows, well, except you"

"Still in the closet, I see. I completely accept you. Anything else you want to get of your chest?" Tony asked.

"I'm still virgin. Don't laugh at me please. I just haven't found the right person yet"

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Pete. It rare to see that these days. Let's be real, I'm the one in the wrong here, losing my virginity at 14" the man explained.

"You were 14?"

"Yep, and it was with a prostitute. I'm not proud of it" Tony wiggled.

"Don't move" Peter gripped Tony with more force

"Sorry"

An hour later Tony's tattoo was ready. Peter wrapped it and let the man sit on the bed.

"If I, hypothetically, asked you out what would you say?" Tony suddenly blurted out.

"Hypothetically, I'll say yes" Peter answered.

"When do you finish work? I'm gonna get you"

"You're my last client for today"

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to close and then imma take you for a coffee maybe?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good" Peter smiled at him.

Peter started tidying up the studio, while Tony sat on the stool asking if he can help with anything and the boy saying no every time. Thirty minutes more later they were walking out of the shop.

"Is this your car?" Peter asked, pointing at the flashy yellow Audi parked in front of the studio.

"Yep, my favorite" Tony unlocked said car and opened the passenger door for Peter. The boy sat in and the man closed the door, going to his seat. He breathed in the smell of the car and started the engine, driving off.

"Which coffee shop do you prefer?" Tony asked.

"I make my own coffee at home. You choose, I don't know which is good"

"I make my own coffee as well. Do you wanna come to mine?" He proposed.

"Well, if you don't mind having a stranger in your house" Peter said.

"You're not a stranger. You're Peter" the boy chuckled.

"Okay, we can go to yours" Tony nodded and continued onward.

With the music in the background, the car drive was filled with chatter. They entered the suburbs and Tony parked before one of the fanciest houses Peter has ever seen. They entered the house with Tony being welcomed by his AI. Peter looked around amazed.

"Wow, this place is amazing" the boy exclaimed.

"Thanks," Tony said, leaning on the dark leather couch, "How do you like your coffee?"

"With lots of milk"

"Of course," the man chuckled, "you heard him, J" he told, looking at the ceiling.

"Okay, boss. One black coffee and one with a lot of milk will be ready in a minute"

"Thanks J. Do you mind if I go change?" He asked Peter.

"No, not at all. I'll advise you not to put a shirt on though and you can unwrap the tattoo, let it breath"

"Okay, I'll be back in a sec.

Tony walked down a corridor and Peter was left alone in the living room.

"Mr. Parker, your and sir's coffee are ready and are in the kitchen, the second room on your left"

"Um, thank you Jarvis"

Peter went to the kitchen and took the two steaming cups in his hands. He put them on the table in the leaving room and sat on the couch. Around a minute later Tony was back, now in a pair of sweats with white socks and no shirt on as Peter said he should do.

"Thank you again, the tattoo looks amazing" Tony said as he sat down and taking his cup.

"Well, after all, that's what I do for a living"

A comfortable silence fell over them, they sipped on their coffees.

"Do you plan on going to university?" Tony asked.

"I wanted to go. I was supposed to be in MIT, they accepted me and everything. But then I discovered my passion for tattoos after getting my first one when I was seventeen. I opened the studio when I was eighteen, almost two years ago. And I love my job, it pay the bills. So what else can I want?" Peter explained.

"That's good, that you like what you're doing" Tony agreed.

They started a small chat and before they knew it it was dark outside. When Peter acknowledged that he said, "I should better get going. I don't wanna bother you"

"You're not bothering me, Pete. And since you're already here, why don't you just stay for dinner as well?"

"Well, um, okay. I guess I can stay for dinner" the boy agreed.

"Amazing! I won't try to cook anything because I would probably poison you. What pizza do you like?"

"Pepperoni or margherita"

"JARVIS, order one pizza pepperoni and one margherita, please" Tony said.

"They're on the way sir," the AI said a minute later, "and will be here in twenty minutes"

"Thanks J"

"No problem, sir"

When the pizza arrived Tony put the two boxes on the table in front of them with a pile of napkins.

"Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Tony asked.

"Why not. What movie should we watch?"

"I don't know. I heard that new animated Disney movie was good"

"Do you mean Frozen?"

"Ah, yes, that one. Do you wanna watch it?"

"I don't see why not"

Without saying anything else the movie started playing on the TV.

At the scene where Anna turned to ice and Elsa's love turned her back to life Tony looked at Peter. The boy was crying.

"I guess the tuff  guy isn't that tuff" the man said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I have two arm sleeves of tattoos, yes. That doesn't mean I'm though. I'm actually very feminine. I wear panties and I like lingerie. I would wear skirts and crop tops but I'm scared of what would people think" Peter said through tears, clearly not thinking what he's saying.

"You wear panties?" Tony asked. The boy nodded and stood up, pushing his jeans down, showing his round ass in those black lacy panties he was in. He then pulled his pants back up and sat down wiping his eyes like he didn't just showed his ass. Tony stood there looking shocked. Peter turned to him and looked at him confused.

"Why are you.... I just showed you my ass" the realization hit him like a hard rock.

"Uh huh, you did" Tony agreed, still looking shocked.

"I'm sorry, I- "

"Your ass is amazing," Tony interrupted, "I like you even more now. Wanna see it again too"

"You wanna see my ass again?"

"Yes, and to squish it in my hands"

"I have an idea"

Peter stood up again and took of his jeans, leaving them on the floor. He crawled on the couch and lied on Tony's lap, ass up. The man looked down at him even more shocked than before.

"You'll let me touch your ass?"

"Yep" Peter wiggled, making his ass jiggle.

Tony's hands settled on the roundness, giving it a squish, making Peter giggle. He didn't move his hands after.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Tony asked.

"Okay," Peter shook his head, chuckling, "but I have a better position for that" he moved so that he was sitting in Tony's lap, their chests pressed together and the man's hands on Peter's ass again.

"Yeah that one is better" Tony said.

They didn't talk much after that. Peter stayed cuddled in Tony's chest and soon found himself drifting off. His head was tucked in the crook of Tony's neck, the smell off his cologne filling the boy's nostrils. When the man realized Peter was asleep he stood up, the boy still in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. He put the boy down and lied next to him, cuddling him from behind. Tony fell asleep too, with Peter in his arms and said boy's ass pressed against his crotch.

[sweetbettycooper]

WILD THINGS -OneShot

Ssssshhh Sssshhhh

"We have to be quiet," Betty whispered as Jughead kissed down her neck, digging his teeth in harshly.

"Fuck that." Jughead moaned. His words vibrating along Bettys skin making goose bumps rise and tickle her senses.

Betty held Jughead tighter as she brought his lips back to hers kissing him madly in the janitors closet of Riverdale high.

It was a small cupboard filled with mops and chemicals and tin buckets. Making it really hard to move or keep quiet with all their lustful advances. They had no idea how they both fit in there, but it was the only place they could find in their hurried rush, during their free period.

Jughead was pressed flat against Betty's body wishing they weren't wearing any clothes. They had never done it in a cupboard before. Granted the gym ,the principal’s office, the science lab and the bleachers were all just as risky, but with only minutes left of the school day they weren't about to try.

Jughead's hands smoothed over every inch of her body while Betty held tight to his Jacket collar, making it easier for her to tilt his head and kiss him deeper. Their breathing sharp and heavy, the only thing that could give their hiding spot away at this point.

"God how do you taste so good?" Jughead groaned into her mouth running his tongue over her own. She was like sweet candy to him. Addicted to her sugar high and pink skirts.

Betty smirked against his lips raising her leg slowly up along his jean clad stalks and wrapping it around him. Teasing him to no end. Leaving him no choice, but to grind against her.

"I love it when you do that," Betty whispered breathlessly, grinding her hips back against his.

"You still going out with Archie tonight?" Jughead gritted out trying to think of something to cool his body down.

"Yeah," Betty said dangerously, running his ear lobe through her teeth, "but you're still coming over after that right?"

"Fucking definitely." Jughead grabbed her face roughly, kissing it just as the bell rang.

Like lightning both teens fell out of the cupboard, wanting to get out into the hallway before anyone saw they were in there, or that they were even together for that matter.

High school was a weird place. There was a status quo to keep. Reputations to uphold and Betty and Jughead liked to sneak around.

They had decided to go public for their senior prom which was in a few months and Betty couldn't be more excited but there was one thing she had to do first.

Tell her childhood best friend Archie Andrews.

It was a known fact to everyone even Betty that Archie had a crush on her, but Betty didn't feel the same way. How could she when the school's bad boy Jughead Jones had captured her heart as soon as he walked in the door.

Archie was her best friend though, Betty really didn't want to hurt him. So tonight she was meeting him at pops like they always did as though everything was normal.

As she sat there waiting for him that night she laughed to herself at what Jughead would be thinking about all this right now. She knew Jughead hated Archie and the feeling was definitely mutual. She could just picture him rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath.

"Betty hey sorry I'm late," Archie smiled as he approached and sat down in front of her at their usual booth.

"Hey don't worry Arch I just ordered our usual."

"A Vanilla and strawberry milkshake with fries?"

"What else?" Betty chuckled back.

"Cool."

Then silence fell between them as Betty looked around the diner. It had been happening a lot lately. Maybe they were running out of things to say.

"So....." Archie began slowly. "Did you go home in free period this afternoon? I didn't see you after?"

"Yeah I did," Betty replied quickly, steadfast in her answer. No sign of a lie.

"Well I got detention so that sucks," Archie rolled his eyes laughing at the stupidity of it.

Betty was about to reply when Pop suddenly appeared at their booth with two delicious looking milkshakes.

"Thanks Pop. I don't think I could survive without one of these in my life," Betty joked, taking a sip of hers right away.

"It's my pleasure. Now you kids enjoy," He said in a cheery voice before carrying a chocolate milkshake over to another booth.

She smiled to herself thinking of Jughead and his addiction to Pop's chocolate milkshakes. He was the same as her. Couldn’t live without them.

"You seem happy tonight?" Archie piped up. Betty hadn't noticed he had been staring at her.

But in that moment everything was about to change. No one’s life would ever be the same again.

Betty's happiness would soon fade never to return.

No one had expected it. No one saw it coming.

But the end of the world was here.

Now.

Today.

At that very moment.

-----

The electricity went first. Even the street lights

All the lights went out in an instant, confusing people to start.

Betty knew Pop had a backup generator but when that didn’t kick in she started to worry.

“What’s going on?” Archie asked in the dark. Speaking a bit louder than usual to be heard over everyone else's concerned conversations.

“I .. I don’t know,” Betty said as she pulled out her phone to see if she could find any information online.

Maybe it was across town, she thought.

It wasn’t.

The more she looked, the more she read the more horrified she became.

Then all at once her phone died. Sending her heart rate through the roof in panic. It had been fully charged.

“Did your phone just..?” Archie began but when he looked up and saw people running out of the diner he got his answer.

Betty didn’t know what to do or say. Was it safer inside or outside?

She knew from what she had quickly seen on her phone that they were coming. Invading the world like it was their own and it petrified her to think they could be here at any moment.

“We need to go,” Betty decided frantically, her body starting to shake. “Now!”

Running out the door the world around them had already turned to chaos. Buildings were in fire. People were running and screaming.

A horrified gasp escaped Archie’s lips.

“Holy shit.”

They were here and they were going to kill everything on their path.

“I...I’m...” Betty looked to Archie for help for some sort of direction but he was gone. Fleeing the scene as she looked around. She was all alone.

Betty couldn't think straight. Frozen in her spot just watching everything unfold in front of her. As though she was just waiting to be struck down. With nothing she could do to save her own life.

This was it. She would die in the car park of her favourite place.

“BETTY ! BETTY! BETTY! - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GO GET OUT OF HERE GO!”

It was Jughead. He was shaking her holding her by the shoulders a wild terrified look in his eye.

“RUN TO THE WOODS I'LL MEET YOU THERE GO!”

What was he doing here. How did he find her so fast. The fact that he thought of her when the world was ending only made Betty feel even more drunk emotions. God she really did love him. That was the first time she had admitted it to herself and it could very well be the last.

“BETTY! ARE YOU LISTENING?!”

Jughead could see she was completely spaced out. Her mind shutting down from the whole situation., but he wasn’t about to let that happen

Grabbing her with force he pulled her close slamming their lips together. Hoping it would wake Betty up like it usually did.

His secret love and passion for her pouring into the kiss. Betty responded immediately holding onto him for dear life. Knowing it might be the last time they see each other.

Betty moaned as Jughead licked her lips slipping his tongue along her own.

A loud explosion breaking them apart.

“What - What’s happening? How are you here? where do I …”

Jughead cupped her cheek trying to calm her.

“BETTS LISTEN TO ME. GO INTO THE WOODS. YOU'LL BE SAFE. HIDE IN DILTONS BUNKER. I’LL FIND YOU,” Jughead said more calmly than he should have. But in the moment whenever they were together time slowed around them.

“I will always find you,” he kissed her one last time.

“I love you,” Betty whispered, her lips lingering on his. She had to tell him even if he wouldn’t say it back.

“I….”

——

Tears ran down Betty’s cheeks as she ran through the woods blood dripping down her arm and leg. Her side stabbing in pain her wound stretched more and more as she ran. But she didn’t stop.

Adrenaline pushing her forward.

She made sure the opening to the bunker was covered in leaves and branches and she closed the lid and practically fell down the ladder inside.

Thank god there was a first aid kit.

Betty cried as she tended to her wounds. Not just from the pain but from absolutely everything. The world was ending. And she was alone.

And Jughead. Had come to save her. But then …

She couldn’t even think about it. All she could do was cry for him.

Laying on the old cot in the bunker Betty shivered. Not because she was cold but because she was so scared.

She didn’t know when she would see the sun again. Lucky there was enough supplies down here to last at least a month.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Betty moved quickly between the trees trying to get back to safety. She’d learnt to run fast and never look back over the past few weeks.

Holding the food that she’d stolen from a nearby hidden camp tightly in her fist. Saving her nails from drawing blood, Betty prepared herself to fight.

She’d run out of food a long time ago and couldn’t live off berries and water any longer. But now she fully regretted wanting anything else. She thought it would go unnoticed but it didn’t and now she was being chased.

Betty didn’t know what the world had come to. She’d spent so long underground all she knew was that some people had survived and Jughead was gone.

Darting behind a big tree Betty hid trying to catch her breath. She Barely had any energy these days. She couldn’t hear any heavy footsteps as her breathing slowed and decided to make a break for it. With not very far left to go.

But as she did Betty ran straight into a hard tree. Falling to the ground. Well that’s what she thought anyway.

Coming to her senses waiting for the world to stop spinning Betty honestly thought she was dreaming.

“Jughead…?”

[mochikeiji]

[Take it Slow.]

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

↠ Warning: cursing, blood, angst, slight fluff, Mafia AU! Monster Bokuto!

⇢ Songfic! Twenty One Pilots: Heathens

✎﹏

(Welcome to the room of people

Who have rooms of people that they loved one day

Docked away

Just because we check the guns at the door

Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades)

He remembers like it just happened yesterday. The only people who had shown him love— his parents. Huge men tearing his arms away from his mother's warm embrace, he remembers her screaming, his father demanding to release them, that the child meant no harm. That he was innocent.

"You would say that because you were the source of this Demon Child."

He can recall the way his heart cracked. After having to be called that, watching with empty eyes as a puddle of crimson like liquid flow on his feet. He no longer hears the screams of his parents.

"Mom? Dad?"

He hears a gun click, the men in their green uniforms yelling orders, staying a good distance away from him. When he hears no reply from his parents, something inside him snapped. They were the last people to hold his entire sanity together. Without an anchor to stop a ship from fall, it'll be like a speed of light before you'll see the action happening.

Those events caused chaos throughout Japan. And he was only 10 years old at that time.

"Demon Child, escapes, killing almost 30 of our fine men who came to put him in custody."

Always on the run, never finding a place to stay. A place to call home. No one was siding with him because of the way he looked. No one listened as he defended himself, telling his side of the story.

"I heard, he killed his parents too."

"He's said to be like a one man army. "

Laughing at society. How stupid must people be to always believe in the media's. How stupid of them to pray to God that he won't come, and do the same to their families. He never believed in anything. There was nothing to believe in a world filled with savages. There was no God controlling their lives, it was them, acting all religious and innocent. He was disgusted. He wanted to make them see reality.

Some think he was just a legend. Some knows he's lurking in the shadows in Tokyo. People using his title to scare little kids. Only his title was known, but never his name. His looks poorly described, instead they made up something that was close to make people believe.

"He had owl like hair and eyes, he was big— his body is some kind of ware human! He had sharp teeth, blood over his clothing. The Demon Child is on the lose, still growing everyday, please, if you have found anyone looking suspicious or matches the following details, immediately contact the nearest station."

He was all over the news. Soon he was about to go worldwide for exposing himself a lot. A man's gotta do what he has to do to survive right?

Everyone feared for their lives. Thinking they're all so saint, innocent, worthy enough to live. It made him puke in disgust.

Still you find yourself getting drunk of love because of this dangerous person.

(You're loving on the psychopath sitting next to you

You're loving on the murderer sitting next to you

You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said, please don't forget)

How did you find yourself in a tight situation in the first place? Just a week ago you were just taking a train ride on the way home after school, it was already dark outside. If you haven't had a review study you would've been home already.

You would've never have to encounter him.

Like fate, you were being mugged, harassed. Long story short, you found yourself with ripped clothes, cowering in fear, then he swoons in. You can still hear the gun shots fresh in your head. The sound of bones cracking with shrill shrieks from the men in pain. Hearing a body came contact on the ground. You were afraid to meet your saviors eyes, having to experience this in first hand. Bokuto thought you were just some kind of harlot in the streets, but taking in a closer look. You were just a university student. An innocent one if he had to describe. He could hear your whimpers, see your body shaking.

He had one vow in his life after that faithful day, "Protect the weak, the innocent. Eliminate the threats." he never knew there would be people like you in this part of the world.

You remember his soft, big hands taking your smaller ones, he was gentle. He was far from what people had describe of him. But you never really believed in the Demon Child. You didn't even know you were holding hands with him. And that he saved you instead of killing you also. You were so shaken up by that day, he escorted you back to your apartment. Ever since Tokyo was in chaos, many people fled the city. Not much people in your apartment, but a lot of thugs down your blocks. He was about to leave you, disappear once again in the shadows, but you grabbed his hand, he was shocked. It was so gentle than what he has experienced before. You offered him to stay as a token of your gratitude. But you didn't know you were the ones who was staying with him forever.

You wanted to ask him where he came from. Where he was staying. You wanted to know his name, you wanted atleast some kind of background from him. But all he said were these simple words.

"Take it slow, darling. You don't know the half of the abuse."

and that's where your life started.

(We don't deal with outsiders very well

They say newcomers have a certain smell

You have trust issues, not to mention

They say they can smell your intentions)

After filing a report on murder of the men who had previously caused a scene. You were no longer safe in your apartment. Bokuto was no longer safe. You can hear loud footsteps coming from downstairs, the few people evacuating the building. All doors being kicked down, and inspected the rooms. You were the last room from the top of the building. Bokuto was calm, but inside him he doesn't want to leave without you. If he did, what would happen to you? Would those savages kill you for protecting him? No they weren't. He opens your window wide, looking at the next building just a few centimeters to jump on. Your heart was pounding, the footsteps were nearing. You felt nauseous, Bokuto grabs your jacket, and puts it on you, covering you with a hood and mask.

"Jump, I'll follow behind you."

You looked at him as if he was crazy. But you saw his dark eyes, his body in protective stance. He looked like a wolf shielding his mate. Your lips quivered, grabbing some of your belongings in a backpack, you gulped at the distance between your window and the building. Flinching as you hear the neighboring room doors burst open, you closed your eyes for a short moment, holding your breath and took a big leap on the building. Being resourceful, you used your bag as a soft cushion for impact. Grumbling to get up, your eyes scanning the opened window, waiting for Bokuto to join you.

Back in the room Bokuto was impressed at your action. When the locked door was being knocked on hard, he pushed all the furniture against it before jumping out, expertly landing on his feet in front of you. He grabs your arms, carrying you in a princess style, and started running.

"Just close your eyes if you don't want to see what's going to happen."

But you didn't, each sound of the gun shots, sirens the smell of gun powder, blood, smoke, everything you took in on that day as if you were reborn.

"You bought home another one, Bokuto san?"

You stood frozen in your spot. Bokuto had ran a long way, but being fazed by the sirens and gun shots, you didn't realize you were in some kind of dark building with a bunch of guys that look way more dangerous than thugs.

"She's different."

He pulls your hoodie off carefully, letting you hair fall down to your face. But you kept your mask on, remembering his words when he was running,

"Be careful with my crew. They're all quite wary with new comers, darling. We have....trust issues."

You gulped when Bokuto left your side, you hugged yourself as the boys began to huddle over you, eyes looking like they could kill you on the spot. The one who spoke earlier kept a good distance, but his eyes were cold as ice as they bore into you.

"Leave her. She's clean."

They all followed. Was he some kind of leader? Just what we're you getting yourself into?

(You're loving on the freakshow sitting next to you

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you

You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said, please don't forget)

Everyone sat on the floor, having a short meeting with Bokuto. You on the other hand, just stayed seated on the corner, shying away from the men who seem to deem you as a threat.

"Hey, (Y/n), come here."

You hear his fingers snap, with shaking legs you slowly made your approach, he pats a spot next to him, gingerly taking a seat beside him. He spoke in a low tone voice.

"Do you know who we are?"

You shake your head, "N-no."

"Do you want to know who we are?"

You didn't move an inch when his hand came forward, brushing against your cheek for a short while, before pulling down your mask.

"You look much better like that, darling."

One second you were scared. Now you were flustered. Snapping out of the feelings, you let a weak, "yes". Wanting to know their identities, their background. Why they were all running away from the police. It took almost several hours of listening to everyone's stories, and names. Almost crying at everyone's stories, especially Bokuto's. You were understanding the deeper meaning on how life was so cruel. You learned that the man earlier was named, Akaashi Keiji. Bokuto's first encounter with— people fear how intelligent he was. He was abused so much by his family for admiring the Demon Child. Taking defense on saying maybe he used to be innocent, and people mistaken him for his actions. He was Bokuto's most dearest and first friend.

"S-so, your name is Bokuto Koutarou?"

"Feels nice to hear it from you, darling."

"Hey, (Y/n). Be sure not betray us, or else."

The guy, Konoha, you presumed threatens. You almost hid yourself behind Bokuto by grabbing his arm in instinct, "Now, now, Konoha. You're scaring the little lady." Another guy, Washio if you have that correct came to defend you. The rest bickered on about you being a threat, and how someone as weak, and defenseless like you against them could get away. You feel Bokuto's hand grip your shoulder firmly, his hot breath against your ear as he murmurs out a familiar set of words.

"Take it slow, darling. You don't know the half of the abuse."

(All my friends are heathens, take it slow

Wait for them to ask you who you know

Please don't make any sudden moves

You don't know the half of the abuse)

It had almost been 2 months since you've gotten used to the gangs presence, and them with yours. You became like the mother of the group, and yet still the child of the group. You've gotten use to see them make deals with other men in Tokyo to earn money, weapons, seen them kill in front of your eyes whenever things get heated. Akaashi would be first to pull you away from the sight of Bokuto snapping someone's neck, or slowly torturing them to death.

You weren't completely used to see Bokuto kill people. Knowing it was for your safety, you wish you could a day without having to hear muffled screams, and pleadings from both men and women.

"Hey (Y/n), why don't you come here and sit with us." Washio calls out, flicking his cigarette on the floor, crushing it on his feet. "Eat, (Y/n), you're the only one who eats less here. It's unfair of us to be selfish." Akaashi offers you a plate filled with food. After having 2 months to stay with them, and staying silently at your place, you had gotten thin from the lack of nutrients. You ate slowly, not wanting to look improper in front of a group of men.

"Um...thank you!" You bowed all of a sudden.

They had their eyes widened, they thought you were going to scream for help like most people, but instead they heard a thank you.

"For what?"

"F-for taking me in! And, for the meal with you guys for the first time!"

Everyone looked at eachother before chuckling. Bokuto stood up from his chair, removing the black gloves on his hands before patting your head.

"Now do you trust her?"

You looked behind, listening to his words.

"Fine, fine. She's innocent, Bokuto."

"See! I told you she was innocent from the moment I saw her." hitching your breath, you admired his wide smile. It seemed so genuine despite everything that was going on.

"Don't worry no too much, (Y/n)! You're part of the gang."

He kneels down next to you, fingers down your chin and gently pulling them to meet his eyes.

"And I will protect you."

He doesn't know when, why. But he knows deep inside, he was allowing himself to fall inlove.

And it was dangerous.

(Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed)

The building was surrounded.

They should've known they were going to spotted if they stayed long. The team was packing up all weapons and sources they could carry. You stayed hidden on the behind some of the boxes as they opened the doors to be met by almost an army of men with guns.

"Freeze!"

You hear the commander yell, all of the team hidden and scattered on many places, as Bokuto was kneeled onto the ground.

As bait.

The police force were closing in, as they were, everyone inside the building started firing guns, Bokuto running off as he throws in a flash bomb. Blinding many, easily shooting all down in ease.

(I tried to warn you just to stay away)

Things had gotten out of hand when one soldier threw in a bomb. Setting the building on fire. Akaashi held your hand, running alongside with the team to somewhere safe.

"W-wait, where's Bokuto?"

Everyone stayed silent. Akaashi just grips onto you tighter, but he underestimated you. You kicked him on the groin, his hand releasing your arm as you ran away from them before they had the chance to catch up.

You were nearing at the sounds of gun shots, you spot Bokuto hidden on a left over concrete, face smeared with blood, and smoke.

"Bokuto!"

You ran next to him, kneeling behind the concrete wall.

"(Y/n) what the fuck, I said get out of here!"

"Like hell will I leave you!"

(And now they're outside ready to bust)

He was taken back at your outburst and strong willed personality, startled by a bullet almost hitting his head, shooting the man down instantly. You looked behind the wall, instructing Bokuto where to shoot. Since your were small, you weren't easily spotted.

Shooting the last man down. Bokuto sighs. He was out of bullets. You gasped out a breath you were holding in, only to have your eyes shrink back.

There was someone behind him.

As if in slow motion, you pushed Bokuto back. Taking in his position, pulling out a gun that was secretly tucked in your pants and hoodie.

Firing quicker before the man could have a chance.

Bokuto was in awestruck. Who knew you had it in you all the time. Panting at the rush of adrenaline, Bokuto gets up from his spot and pulls you in his arms, crashing his lips almost roughly. Getting addicted to the way on how perfectly and delicious they felt on his, he bites on your lower lip harshly, dominating you with his height.

From the innocent, and scared girl you were, now looking like a hot badass in his eyes.

He had learned that you were more than capable as much as he was.

And he now knew that falling inlove with you was never dangerous, but exciting as it adds thrill in his life.

And finally, someone who actually listened to the others side, and learned to love them.

(It looks like you might be one of us)

The two of you walked hand in hand. Stopping abruptly in front of the man you had just shot. His eyes skim your body, and then your face weekly. You looked so innocent. Tainted by evil.

"W-what have you done to her?"

He weakly utters out, only to be stepped on the head by Bokuto. Who was annoyed. How dare he blame him for making you like this. You places a hand on his chest, telling him to take his feet of the fallen man.

Kneeling down in front of you, just lowered your lips next to his ear, murmuring something. You hear him let out a scream, before it was cut off by head shot deep in his skull. Bokuto licks his lips at the sight of you getting up slowly, gun on your hand as you blew off the smoke.

"Take it slow, dear. You don't know the half of the abuse."

[circumstellars]

Hello there! Can I have a ficlet with dialogue prompt, 'What's making him scream like that?' for Five and Diego, or any siblings you like ;)

[Ok so this turned out slightly longer than intended, but I was able to blend it together with another idea I had for a follow up to this ficlet.

The context is that this is canon compliant in that it happens somewhere near the end of S1EP4, when passed out drunk Five is recovering in Diego’s bed.

Basically Five has an PTSD episode, or a night terror if that’s easier, and the line you prompted I rearranged and altered a bit to fit the scene, so I hope that’s okay?

In this addition to the canon, when they were little Ben begins to have trouble controlling the otherworldly monster he uses, and Five has made a promise he won’t let things get out of hand. Fast forward to S1, where Luther and Diego are taking care of him, but before Al comes to deliver Eudora’s message, and it is sandwiched between two Five apocalypse flashbacks.

So so so many thanks to @michlle, or @/kkie on TUA Adult Fan Discord server. She’s an amazing beta that helped me in a pinch! So the only reason my grammar is so much better than usual is entirely thanks to her.

Very angsty. Blood, just a snippet a violence. Brotherly pain all around, emotional suffering. Enjoy! I hope you like it.]

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⟨p⟩=md⟨x⟩/dt=mddt∫∞−∞x|ψ|2dx=m∫∞−∞x∂|ψ|2∂tdx.­­­ 'It's a simple fucking equation, what is wrong?' His shaky fingers struggled with the chalk, accidentally snapping off one end against the concrete wall. Five swore, making a face at the broken piece of chalk like it spoke ill of his mother.

Oh god. Mom.  His face crumpled. 'The expectation values of displacement and momentum... obey time evolution equations analogous with,' a wet cough interrupted his deflated musing. He spun around and rested against the concrete he had been writing on moments before, before turning an eye to Dolores. '... the mechanics of Schrödinger’s equation.'  Dolores gave him a weary look. Five avoided her gaze. She didn't know. It's not like she had been forced to pick up quantum physics at age ten, and really, he had to forgive her for that.  The sun was powerful today, as it had been at least seventeen of the twenty-six days he'd been stuck in the apocalyptic ruins of his former city. It should have only been the end of April, if that newspaper clipping he held close was in fact the last thing to have been printed, but it felt hotter than middle July easily. The aggressive winds of mid-afternoon whipped all sorts of debris into his frail body and any exposed skin, and Five simply couldn't risk any injuries that could deplete his energy. He was on the cusp of fixing this, he could feel it in his exhausted bones.

He swallowed down the start of a painful sob, careful to steel over his expression. 'I know you said something about the farthest right term Dolores, but I'm not neglecting it,' Five chided, breathing into the dirty scarf around his face.

He turned around and scooped up the chalk he had rejected moments ago. 'The spatial extent of the particle wavefunction isn't smaller than the variation length-scale of the potential. You're clever, and pretty, but not that clever.' 

Five snorted at his own banter, smiling into the trails of chalk spilling from his hand as it ran across the rubble. 'Now, listen carefully this time...' --- Diego unceremoniously dropped Dolores on a nearby chair.  The fuck is this for?  He gave the mannequin an odd look. A few steps away Luther lowered their brother carefully into Diego's roomy, luxurious twin cot, rolling the sleepy, drunken Five so that he was resting comfortably on his side. 

Diego sidled next to Luther, joining him in looking over their tiny brother. Small, frozen in time for them both in memory and now, awkwardly, in reality too. The baby fat still very much clung to his still rounded features and made him look impossibly younger in a way that brought nostalgia roaring up the esophagus like heartburn. He was supposedly twice their age now? Diego scrunched his nose; to think this child, for all intents and purposes, laid here so serenely- so sweetly, dare he say it, looked like a boy who'd just tired himself out at school that day. Yet he knew, the moment Five sobered up, the illusion would crumble swiftly and without mercy. 'Funny, if I didn't know he was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep.' 

Luther snorted. 'Well, don't worry. He'll sober up eventually... and be back to his normal, unpleasant self.'

That's not good enough. 'Yeah - I can't wait that long.' Diego spun on his heel, intending to grab provisions. Five had about ten minutes of rest before Diego would be ready to forcibly pull him into consciousness with soda crackers and ginger-ale. 'I need to find out what connections he has to these lunatics before someone else dies.'

Luther didn't respond right away, eyes flickering to Five and back. He looked pensive, uncomfortable. Diego still hadn’t gotten used to the subtle changes in Luther's personality; it was disquieting the way he looks so much bigger than he used to, and yet now he seems so much smaller to Diego than he ever physically was. The big man had an air of constant uncertainty around him.

'That stuff he was saying before...' Luther began after a moment, 'what do you think he meant by that?' Diego glanced over his shoulder at Five's sleeping figure, curled up tightly in foetal position. His expression darkened in his sleep, and Diego frowned. 'I don't know...' The words came slowly, his focus narrowing in on his littlest brother. He turned quickly again, box of soda crackers forgotten on his dingy counter.

Five began to fuss, still unconscious, but his body began to shake some, and his entire expression was pinched in discomfort. Luther was watching Diego, puzzled, and followed his eyes back to Five on the cot behind him.

Then came the screaming.

Both Luther and Diego jumped back in alarm as the most harrowing, stomach-churning scream came from Five. He was folded into himself, clutching at his own biceps so hard his knuckles were bone-white. The screams that were coming from him sounded so raw Diego was sure he was damaging his vocal cords in some way.

Luther came down from his initial shock quicker than Diego and was at the cot in an instant. Diego held his breath, jaw fighting to unhinge. He was always quick in his reflexes, but something held Diego down and glued his feet to the floor. His body was alarmingly stiff with inaction.

Luther was gripping at Five, holding him as he jerked back and forth, scream after scream tearing through his rattled body. Over and over Luther tried to talk over Five, wake him up, continuously asking him what is wrong and 'what is happening Five? Can't you hear me?'

'W-ww-why is h-h-h-he screaming like t-that?'

Diego’s broken voice was swallowed up in the cacophony of Five's agonising wailing and Luther's panicked mantra of Five, Five, Please Five, Five!

Five's painful screams were tearing bloody wounds into Diego’s eardrums, and the sound of his little brother in such convincingly raw misery pulled terrifying tremors up from deep within his belly.

Go.

What happened?

Iego.

Five?

'-Iego. Diego! Diego!' Luther's voice hit him like an anvil. 'Hey?'

Why is he screaming like that?

All at once life moved forward with a start. Air sucked its way back into Diego's lungs and his attention snapped to his brothers. Five was no longer on the bed, but crumpled over on their large brother's lap, clutching not his own arms anymore but instead had all ten, trembling fingers gripped into Luther's jacket for absolute, dear life. Luther had a pained expression etched into his normally hard visage, and his arms came up to hold Five in place as gently as Diego had ever seen his giant brother move. It only dawned on him then, that Five wasn't screaming anymore.

Diego moved quietly, setting himself on the bed next to his brothers as silently as he could, almost as if he were afraid to spook an already terrified deer pinned between a rocky ledge and an oncoming truck. 

Mindlessly Diego laid his gloved hand to his little brother's head, cupping the back of it gingerly. Something heavy threatened to pull his heart into his guts, and the struggle disguised itself in the shadows of his expression.

For a while everything was deadly quiet. The pipes in the old building gurgled apropos nothing, the boxing business outside long closed for the evening with only Al's occasional footsteps any sure sign life still existed outside this hole he called home.

Diego couldn't hear much else, aside from the ragged breaths shaking Five's small chest. His eyes were still closed, creased with concern, delicate fans of black eyelashes twitching as his brain worked through whatever dark secrets Five hadn’t dared to yet share with any of his siblings. 

'Five...' but Diego’s voice aborted the words in his throat, and he met Luther's eyes. He found no answers.

What did you see, Five?

--- Day 42.

A rat scampered past Five’s feet and jumped into a pile of debris outside the remains of a nearby fast-food joint. He shaded his eyes with his left hand and looked over the large expanse of the now lifeless tundra he used to call home. The details of everything in the distance dissolved into the intensely hot horizon.

‘Today is as good a day as any,’ he said, exhaling loudly. Dolores agreed from where she was perched in her wagon. I’m ready.

Five ripped off his weighty, layered scarf and tossed it to the ground.  Today is the day. He was going to get back to his family.

He took another deep breath and ran over some calculations a final time in his head, his eyebrows pinching together with determination. Focus.

First, just a hum. Then, a moment later a spark. Five growled and redoubled his efforts, tightening his fists as hard as they would go, until the jagged half-moons of his nails cut right into the flesh of his palms. 

‘Come on!’  And then it appeared. Small, at first, but definitely, absolutely, positively the start of the vortex, undeniable as it began flickering into existence. It was immediately apparent Five couldn’t do this for a second longer than he had to; every muscle in his body was desperately working to help him rip a hole right into the material of the space-time continuum, and pain blossomed in every limb, one after another.

‘COME ON!’  The air around the wormhole became unstable, trying to escape the vacuum and whipping everything around Five into a frenzy. Dolores tipped over in her wagon, and Five nearly lost his grip on the material of time. He willed himself into ignoring her momentarily, letting out a howl as he pulled open the vortex as far as it would go. Five inhaled shakily, and let go.

I did it. There it was. He was finally going home.  Five’s knees nearly buckled underneath him as he was hit with a heady wave of excitement and relief. Luther. Vanya. Ben! Diego-- all of them. He was going to see them all again, today. Now. Tears spilt from his eyes, but he didn’t take any notice. There were flickers of life beyond the vortex, and then faces, and bodies, and Allison and Klaus, unmistakable as they filtered in and out of focus like the signal was dying on an old television set.  Five was animated in an instant and turned to grab Dolores. They had to go. Now.  He scooped up her feather-light body. ‘Leave it, Dolores! We don’t have time!’ He’d find her a new sweater once they were home. Hell, he’d buy her a whole rack of her own sweaters, anything Dolores wants, if only they got home right now.

And then the screaming came.

Five whipped around. 

Again. First one voice, then two. Many more joined them, and Five ran toward the wormhole. 

‘BEN!’

Ben? Five braced himself against the pull of the vortex, the air thin and difficult to pull into his lungs. It whipped around him with a force he’d never felt before, and his hat and goggles were snatched from his head and thrown well into the distance. The shrieking was getting louder, closer, and the images from the other side pieced together the closer Five inched into its grip. The voices were blood-curdling, and his whole body went cold with terror.

‘Diego, don’t!’

‘Ben! Klaus, get out of the way!’

‘BEEEEEEEEEEEENNN!’

‘BEN! WHATS HAPPENING!?’

‘BEN!’

No.

No, no.

He was going back, it was going to be okay. Five was going back, it was going to be okay.

It all happened within the span of three seconds.

The fuzzy images of his siblings running, screaming, blood soaked into their clothes, painted across their young faces – dripping from their feet as they scrambled away. 

Ben. 

Ben’s body dangling nearly fifteen feet off the ground, monstrous appendages thrashing wildly and destroying the surroundings with savage flings. 

Two grotesque limbs held his bloodied and mangled brother skywards, uninhibited by his terrified screams.

No. 

No. no. no. no.

No. no. no. no. no. nonononono-

‘Someone stop him!’

‘Klaus you can’t! KLAUS-‘

It felt like his skin was being flayed from his muscle. Five thought he might have been screaming too but couldn’t hear anything. All he knew for sure was the feeling of his molecules being pulled apart.

Everything was silent.  Like the deadness of space itself, for a fraction of a second, a microscopic fragment of time - absolutely nothing existed. Crunch.

The blood that hit his face hurt. And then someone pressed play.

Everything moved again and it knocked the wind out of his lungs. Five was violently thrown from the throes of the wormhole, sucked back into his own point in time and tossed several feet backwards into strewn debris. 

‘NO!’ 

The vortex he’d spent forty-two days working on was gone, just like that. Absorbed into the material of space, the deep wound he’d used every ounce of energy to create was now healed over in a matter of seconds, lost to some other dimension and out of his grasp. Ben. He’d promised him. He had promised his brother he would be there, that he would figure it out.

That Ben wouldn’t die. But Five let him. He watched the brutal final seconds of his brother’s life, his body torn into pieces by the beast he tried so hard to contain. Five wasn’t there.

He didn’t make it.  He had told Ben he wouldn’t let him die, but he did, and Five just watched it happen, unable to do absolutely fucking shit. The sun was merciless. It baked Ben’s blood on every part that had briefly touched the other side. It settled into the cracks of the tattered skin on his right hand, pulled at the skin under his eyes and on his cheeks – crusted where it had dripped into his mouth and over his tongue. When the trance that numbed Five finally broke, it was nightfall. 

He still sat on his haunches, a few fingers on his left hand barely curled around Dolores’ shirt.  And when it did, and his throat finally moved to swallow, his limbs twitching with overwhelming pain, and his chest trembling violently, the only thing Five could feel was the fiery strain of the unending wailing that tore ceaselessly from his lungs.

[ubernoxa]

The Dare: A Guns an’ Roses Fanfic

Chapter 37: Great Party Mags

Pairing: Duff/OC

Story Summary: A stupid harmless dare, that’s all it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be something they would do, and never revisit. For Delilah, little did she know that visiting the strip wasn’t going to be a one time thing when she made the choice to accept the dare. Life is full of choices. Some choices can mean absolutely nothing, while others can change your entire world. Delilah had heard many rumors about the Sunset Strip or Devil’s Strip. Teenagers would whisper stories about how the Devil walks the streets of the strips without a care in the world. It was known as a place untouched by God. After years of hearing rumors about the Devil’s Strip, Delilah wants to see it for herself. Thus a Dare was born.

Masterlist

Taglist: @gingerspicetalks @str4nge-haze @dustnbones @queen-crue

The girls had swarmed him all night, and he felt like a damn king. They all wanted to fuck a rockstar, but sadly he only had time for one. Axl put on his boot and checked his hair in the bathroom mirror. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, he could get used to this. The elaborate mansion and girls were one of the many perks he was looking forward to when Guns made it big.

The live band still played and he wanted to groan as they butchered another Motley Crue song. He was never a fan of Motley, but it burned his ears to hear a song that was born on Sunset Strip butchered. He was promised a rock band and they were mediocre at best. He smirked to himself at the thought of the band getting booed off stage. They would never survive the strip. They could play some cover songs, but they were missing the spark, that special thing that makes someone remember them. They were just a bunch of rock wannabes who live off their parent’s money. They were 100% forgettable.

“Heeey, you’re that singer right? I saw you sing last week!” A brunette stumbled over towards him, partially spilling her drink on the table next to him.

“Axl Rose the one and only,” Axl looked her up and down, a model, he told himself. She must be some sort of model.

Axl’s attention was pulled from the brunette model as a familiar face caught his attention. A face he had only seen once. A face he hoped he wouldn’t have to see again.

Axl lost control of his feet as he slowly walked over towards Matt, Del’s ex-fiancé, who was standing off in a hallway. An unsettling feeling filled Axl as he slowly walked into the hallway where Matt was.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Axl shouted, making sure to pull all attention towards him.

“It’s a party Axl. I thought a trash wannabe rocker like you would know that,” Matt laughed back.

“Axl,” Del shot out of the room at the sound of the singer’s voice. When she opened the door, she Alsace a situation that was already out of hand. Matt was pushed against the hallway wall, pinned by Axl, unable to move. With one of his hands tightly wrapped around Matt’s collar, Axl held him in the air. Axl’s other hand formed a fist, waiting for Matt to give him one last reason to best the living shit out of him.

Axl shot a quick look at Del, fear was laced in her tone as she stepped forward.

“Did they touch you?” Axl’s voice was sharp as he spoke. Del could tell he was drinking, and that wasn’t the most unsettling part. There was nothing more wild than a drunk Axl hungry for blood,

“No Ax..I’m fine. They just wanted to invite me to a small party for a childhood friend of mine. The party is to celebrate her engagement, nothing more,” Del talked in a soft voice in hopes to calm him down.

“Give me a reason Del. Give me a reason not to punch him in the fucking face,” Axl’s tone was soft, but laced with poison as he spoke. He could feel Matt’s breath, wild and out of control like a bunny that was about to be devoured by a wolf.

“Because he is not fucking worth it Ax. He is nothing, but a washed up piece is shit. Punching him won’t make anything better,” on the outside Del maintained a calm composure, but on the inside all hell had broken loose. She hated Matt. She hated the bruises he left on her arm. She hated the way he talked to her. Despite everything, she wanted to see Axl beat the living shit out of Matt. She wanted to see him pay the price, but that wasn’t right. That would only make things worse. Violence would always bring more violence. She looked back at Axl who was currently staring down Matt like a wolf about to devour his prey.

Del quickly turned towards Mark, remembering his threat about telling Duff that she was sleeping with Axl. It was a lie, a complete and utter lie. She didn’t want to take the chance that Duff would believe her over them, she didn’t want their lie to plant a seed of doubt into Duff’s head. She loved him, she truly did.

“Axl, they aren’t worth it,” this time Del’s voice was sharp as she spoke.

Axl let go of Matt who stumbled over towards Mark, pure terror filling his eyes.

“Don’t forget these,” Matt said, handing Del the pillow and blanket that she originally came for. That’s right, Del reminded herself. She still had a task she had to complete. She had to help Mags.

When Del walked next to him to grab the items, he whispered, “see you Sunday.” She didn’t respond as she took the items for Mags and headed down the hallway, wanting to get as far away from Mark and Matt as possible.

Del wanted to cry. She wanted to break down and cry, but as she heard Axl’s boots against the tiled floor, she knew she had to keep it together.

“Where is Duff?” Del looked over towards Axl who resembled a volcano about to erupt.

“Upstairs taking care of another problem,” Del’s tone was sharp, but it didn't go far. She knew that he could see the tears that lingered in her eyes as he walked next to her. She wanted to leave this party as soon as possible, and didn’t have time for silly tears.

“He shouldn’t have left you,” Axl seemed to calm down a little, but not enough to put Del at ease.

“You should stop in a bathroom before we meet up with Duff,” Axl pointed out, causing Del to stop dead in her tracks.

“Why?” The moment she spoke those words, Axl placed his hand on her forearm, and for the first time Del saw something in Axl’s eyes.

The chaos or passion that resided in them was replaced with concern. That’s when it clicked in Del’s head. Axl knew. Axl put the pieces together, and saw the big picture on what was going on.

“Because he will want you to tell him what happened if you present yourself like this,” the pair of them remained frozen in another hallway lined with mirrors. Del turned her head and a ghostly figure in front of her.

“And you don’t seem to want to talk about it,” Axl added.

She knew it was herself that was standing in the mirror. Her hair was still styled the same way and she was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but that’s not what Axl was hinting at. He saw the sadness that had developed in her own eyes. He recognized the fear that was laced across her features.

“Can you bring these to Mag’s she is up one more floor and in the bathroom of the third room on the right?” Axl simply shook his head no.

“Why?” Del shot back, nor understanding Axl’s reluctance.

“If you think I am going to let you walk around this party while Matt and Mark are here you are dead wrong,” Del nodded her head as she handed Axl the pillow and blankets and headed off towards the nearest bathroom. The sound of Axl’s boots on the tile floor filled the hallways.

Once inside, she slammed the door shut and locked it. When the first tear fell, the rest followed like a dam breaking and flooding a city.

Why? Why must they come back to her? Why couldn’t she escape her life?

“Everything will be fine,” Del said into the mirror. It was a lie that she was hoping that she, herself would believe.

There really wasn’t a reason for Duff to not want to go to the party. Granted he knew about her old life and how toxic it was, so maybe he did have a reason. Her mind spiraled again and again until she felt like it was going to explode.

Only a quiet knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Go away Axl,” Del shouted through the door still trying to deal with the tornado that was tearing through her head.

“Try again,” Del shot to her feet and unlocked the door without hesitation at the sound of his voice. She pulled Duff in close, tears still streaming down her face.

As she pulled away, she felt Duff begin to kiss the tears that remained on her cheeks. He then pulled her in close again, sending a thankful knod in the singer’s direction.

Axl stood watching, waiting for this moment to be over. He hated it so much when Duff cradled Del in his arms. He hated how she nuzzled her head deeper into his chest as he whispered sweet nothing into her ear. But most of all, he hated himself for fucking some chick, instead of watching over Del. To him, this was all his fault. He was the reason they ended up going to the party in the first place. Granted, Del brought it up, but he could have easily said no. Mags being here was a good enough reason to say no, and not a soul would have questioned it.

“God this party sucks,” Del mumbled, trying to get rid of the tension that had grown in the hallway and distract Duff from his current state.

“The band playing sucked too,” Duff added.

“Well that’s not a very nice to say,” Del replied in a teasing manner before wrapping her arms around Duff’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss as she stood on her toes in an attempt to match his height.

Del’s fingers mindlessly played with Duff’s hair as she felt his warm lips on her own. He tasted like peppermint vodka, quite an odd combo but still tasted like Duff.

Axl immediately left the scene since he had little desire to watch the pair make out. He took a deep breath before climbing the stairs to go check on Mags. With every step he questioned whether or not he was doing the right thing.

When he ran upstairs to get Duff after Del had locked herself in the bathroom for at least 10 minutes, he simply dropped the blankets off in front of the bathroom door and knocked before heading off with Duff to make sure that Del was right.

He determined that there were three reactions she could have when he knocked on the bathroom door for the second time to check on her. The first, the most likely, is that she would put on her tough face and cuss him out. The second is that she wouldn’t open the door for him, completely ignoring his presence. The third, without the doubt the least logical, is that she would let him check on her to make sure she was okay.

Axl knocked on the door and was immediately met with a messy haired Mags who had clearly enjoyed the pillow and blanket he brought her. After a couple of seconds of silence, Axl spoke. “How are you?”

“Ohh, Axl I’m fucking fantastic! I could honestly go run a marathon right now,” Axl smiled at her sarcasm as she spoke. At Least she was doing better. She was back to her old self of being a bitch to him, it was idly comforting.

“Good,” Axl replied, not wanting to add any sassy remarks and potentially angering her.

“Good?” She cocked an eyebrow at the red headed singer, confused on why he wasn’t being a complete dick.

“Yeah because that dick ass reporter Drew is downstairs and he doesn’t deserve you or your kid,” Axl spoke motioning toward her belly.

“Yeah..” Mags mumbled.

“Unless it isn’t his kid…” Axl said no louder than a whisper. He had to ask, he couldn’t help himself. He walked in on Mags and Duff fucking on their nasty ass couch. Granted it didn’t truly matter they were fucking at the time because neither of them had met Del yet, but Duff deserved to know if it was his kid.

“It’s Drew’s kid,” Mags shot back. She shook her head, she had done the math hundreds of times. There could be no way that it could be Duff’s kid, the timeline just didn’t add up.

Axl nodded his head, not truly believing her.

“Speaking of the giraffe, he is downstairs with Del. Apparently Mark and Matt, from her old life, had some words with Del,” Once Axl started talking Mags let him inside the bathroom. She needed to know what caused Del to cry in the bathroom, and she knew she wouldn’t be getting the story from Del. If she had the story, then she would be able to help Del later.

A knock on the bathroom door ended their conversation prematurely, but Axl was able to get through most of the story. Axl was surprised to see Izzy on the other side of it clearly ready to leave.

“You good?” Axl turned towards Mags as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ll live another day,” Mags replied. For a quick second, a dangerous thought entered Mags’ brain. Maybe Axl wasn’t a complete dick.

“Is my brother coming with us?” Mags asked as she walked into the bedroom that adjoined the bathroom where she spent most of the party.

“Nah, him and his girl are staying. We didn’t tell him about how your night went because we didn’t want him to go all protective brother on you. If you want we can grab him real fast…” Mags quickly interrupted Duff before he could continue, “Nope, my brother doesn’t need to know what happened tonight.

Del sent Mags a concerned look which she quickly shrugged off as she walked over to give her a quick hug.

“I’m sorry,” Mags whispered in Del’s ear only loud enough for her to hear.

As they headed down the stairs, and outside the mansion Izzy took a quick look behind him to double check the space that had grown between their two groups. The first group which consited of only him and Axl was able to easily navigate through the party without any problem. Unlike the second group which consisted of Mags, Del, Duff and Slash. I say smirked as he saw Duff carrying a very drunk Slash on his back who was clearly the reason why they were so far behin. He chuckled to himself, a drunk slash can be one of the most distracted people he had ever met.

Upon confirmation that the second group wouldn’t hear what he was about to say he turned towards Axl.

“Are you going to tell me why your pants weren’t compellty buttoned when you opened the bathroom door?” Axl almost stopped in his tracks at Izzy’s question; however, he kept walking in fear of Izzy further misinterpreting his actions.

“WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH, I was just talking with her to make sure she was okay. Apparently Drew was there,” Axl watched as a small smirk formed on Izzy’s face.

“What?” Axl hissed, worried that Izzy wasn’t believing his story.

“I punched Drew in the face. It was really satisfying, you should try it sometime,” Axl couldn’t help but join Izzy in laughing.

“It’s on my bucket list. He has one of those very punchable faces. Anyway, how was tonight for your little business?” Axl asked, earning a sly smile from Izzy.

“Good,” was Izzy’s only response before hopping in the truck. Him being the only sober one, meant he was stuck driving back to the hell house.

It only took a couple of minutes before the second group piled into the car and they headed off towards home.

“Great party Mags, 10/10!” Slash shouted over the music.

Del and Mags immediately locked eyes and broke out into a contagious laughter that filled the truck.

[ria030lama]

Duck cousins

A little bit of information about the story: The cousins live in their grandma's farm for the summer but for their highschool years since their school is so close to the farm than Mc manor. They are at their 17-16.

A quick warning!!! There will be kind of blood in this and "murder scenes" and it is kind of scary or creepy. Don't expect anything terrifying but just keep that in mind. hope you are good with that. If you are not then you can skip the post. Thank you

The farm was quiet. It was 3:30 at the morning and Donald was swirling in his bed taking his little blanket with him. He was sweating and breathing heavily which was not a rare thing. It was summer and the farm was really hot every at that time of year. Also Donald had nightmares for a week now. He didn't know why he had them but that didn't solve anything.

He was in front of a cave with 3 other people that he didn't recognize. The only people he knew there was Gus Goose and Glastone Gander. His cousins. Next to him was sitting a blonde guy who wore a sleeveless shirt and some shorts. He was the first one to enter. When the blondie walked in the group started following him. Glastone was walking next to Donald now and they were behind Gus. Gus didn't seem scared from the darkness of the cave like the 5 other people including him, Donald. He was chewing on a sandwich since the beginning. In front of all of them was still walking the same blonde guy. He was starting to walk faster and faster until he fell into a hole in the ground hitting his head falling into the darkness. Everyone froze at that, even Gus stopped eating for a moment. Then hands grabbed the other 2 dudes feet making them to fall down dragging them into the darkness.

The cousins were the only one left. Still and more frozen from this sight they didn't notice the green gas that started surrounding Gus. He even noticed it only when he realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked down, dropping the sandwich in the floor trying to leave but it was already late. The gas had already melt his leg and his torso. It was too late for him and he fell in the floor. Glastone and Donald started to run away but further into the cave. While running they didn't notice the hole in front of them and both of them fell down into the darkness. They were saved. Kind of. They were nailed to a sharp rock protruding from the cave wall. Donald was dead but Glastone wasn't. His luck saved him from death but left him there. Nailed in a sharp rock at the dark bottom of a cave with his dead cousin next to him.

Donald jumped from his bed. He was terrified. He saw his sister della sleeping in the bed across his. He didn't want to interrupt her sleep so he checked the time as quiet as he could. He picked up the little electronic clock from the ground. It was 4 am now at least. He couldn't sleep after that dream so he got up and started making his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. He passed in front of Fethry and Glastone's room and he walked, half running, the big corridor. He arrived at the kitchen and drunk some water. As he returned back into his room he looked at their cousins room again. He took a moment but walked in. He walked to Glastone's bed and sat to it. He watched for a while his cousin sleeping peacefully unlike him and patted his shoulder softly. Glastone didn't do anything and continued sleeping. Donald continued tapping him for a while but Glastone was sleeping too deep to notice his taps. Donald accepted his defeat.

"well at least move a bit to the side" said jokingly and quietly. He was ready to leave if it wasn't for Glastone to actually move a bit more to the wall making space for Donald to lay next to him. Donald kind of surprised layed next to his cousin. He was still traumatised from the dream he had and he felt better when he knew that his cousin was good and not stuck into a rock. he hugged the goose next to him. While the time was passing he finally fell asleep

Bonus

Glastone woke up at the morning to find a sleepy donald next to him. Still from the sleep he wasn't sure if he wanted to wake him up to ask him what the heck he was doing in his bed or let him sleep because he seemed like he needed to. He knew that Donald had nightmares at night but if he was scared why didn't he go to his sister's bed like the twins always did. He got up and tried to leave the room without making any sound. he looked at fethry's bed and he wasn't there. He supposed that he was in the kitchen eating breakfast so he went to join him.

He wasn't wrong. He walked in the kitchen and there was Gus and fethry eating while Granny was making more breakfast. He sat down in a chair, after hugging his grandma good morning, and started eating the plate of eggs and bacon that he had in front of him.

After a while Donald entered the kitchen. he scanned the room but stopped when he found the cousins he lost in his dreams and gave them both a big hug. He sat down and explain the why he switched beds and shared his nightmare with his family. He never kept the nightmares for himself when he had them and always shared them with his family when he was asked or bothered about them. He got their support as always and more bacon than normal.

Before he was even done eating everyone had left the room for different reasons. Grandma duck had work to do in the farm and Gus went to "help" her. As for Fethry he went to wake up Della. In the room Glastone was the only one that kept Donald company.

"hey" he said

"yea?" Donald said with his head still down eating

"if you were scared then why didn't you go to Della's bed? You are already in the same room" he asked. Donald looked at him and swallowed down his food that was in his mouth

"well, I did saw you in the dream and wanted to make sure you are okay, even tho I knew that it was just lies but you understand what I mean right?"

"yea I guess.." Glastone answered and then a silent fell in the room. Donald went back to eating his breakfast.

"so" Glastone said "If you ever have another nightmare again, with or without me in it just know that I'll be there for you if you need me" he finished.

Donald looked at his cousin who gave him a small smile. He smiled back

"thanks"

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The Stranger In The Glasses

This is part two for the story Den Of Theives! Read that first!!

Warnings: knives, thats it i think

Also @theburntesttoast wanted to be tagged i think

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Romans cape dropped to the ground in a magnificent flurry of red. Shit. Normally this wouldn't matter, so someone dropped their cape, who cares down here? The problem came when the man hissed out the words “prince roman” just loud enough in the quiet corner of the shop to latch onto people's attention and not let it go.

Within a moment virgil's own sword was drawn, eyes darting in all directions at the growing crowd, all armed with weapons and a deep hatred for the prince. The booth for the men was at the very back of the cave like shop, meaning they were effectively trapped in.

“Dammit. Virgil, were leaving” roman hissed under his breath snatching his sword from the counter, spilling the shaded mans coffee. “ protect yourself, but kill no one. We cant have blood on our hands” he said this part quietly, viciously glaring over the growing crowd. Vendors were leaving their booths, the crowd growing louder and rumors the prince was here spreading.

“Hey princey! Where's your pretty little crown?” One man shouted, “ do you even know how to use that sword?” Another spoke. The taunts were becoming overwhelming, the crowd growing closer. With his back turned, a hand grabbed the back of romans sash and dragged him towards him sharply. In the blink of an eye the prince was pressed against the chest of a strange man, clearly drunk but strong, his grip on roman inescapable. A knife was pressed to his throat and someone else kicked his sword from his hands.

“HOW MUCH WOULD YA PAY FOR HIS PRETTY LITTLE HEAD ON A STICK!?” the man shouted at the crowd, his hand moving from the sash to the princes hair, yanking his head back giving a clear view of his neck. The crowd erupted into laughter and praise, cheers and taunts of “not so mighty anymore eh?”  spilling from the thieves lips. Romans hands clawed at the man's arm but thief had to be 3 times the princes size, and kicking and clawing only served to make the crowd laugh harder.

“LET HIM GO” virgil screamed over the crowd, eyes narrowing, sword held tightly in his shaking hands. The crowd quieted for only a moment before laughing again. If the stranger was 3 times romans size, he was 5 times bigger than virgil. Realistically, virgil knew he could never take him, but he swore to protect the prince, even if it cost him his own life and hell be damned if he doesn't hold true.

Virgil's eyes swept the mob, making eye contact with people of all ages and sizes, the man from the first booth was cleaning up the coffee spilt and for a split second virgil mentally thought that this was a bad time for housekeeping. A tall man with dark hair and thick glasses was making his way through the crowd, flipping through a thick book. If this was a bad time for housekeeping, this definitely was a bad time for summer reading.

“VIRGIL!” roman wheezed, grabbing his attention once again. The knife was pressed threateningly against his neck and virgil felt panic rising in him. Everything was so loud and Roman was in danger, people were surrounding him, there was no way out. This is how i die virgil thought to himself with dread, fighting back angry tears. Another voice rose over the crowd, shouting in a foreign language, and then.. Everything stopped...

A blue haze replaced the air, everyone sat silent and frozen in place. Everyone except roman, virgil, and the stranger in the glasses.

“Thank god. These barbarians are much too loud for my liking..” the man smirked, snapping the book shut and stepping forward from the crowd.  Virgil didn't wait for an introduction, rushing forward to the frozen figure and prying his arm away from the princes neck.

Roman gasped and collapsed to the floor, drinking in all the air he was scared to get in the strangers arm.

“Are you okay princey?” Virgil asked, lifting his head to check for any accidental (or not so accidental) slits in the man's throat. Roman nodded and moved like he was about to speak before being cut off by the man in blue.

“If you don't mind me asking, your majesty” the man spoke, “what are you doing here”

“None of your business” roman croaked out, scouring the floor for his forgotten sword. When he lifted his head he was met face to face with his savior, a hand tangled in the front of his sash.

“This is no place for royalty, my prince.Even the rats that live in the walls of your palace would know better than to come here. So, i'll ask you again..” He lowered his face closer, eyes locking onto the aggravated prince “what are you doing here?” He released his hand from the sash, backing up and allowing roman to stand with a sigh. He dusted off his pants from where the white fabric came in contact with the dirty floor and re sheathed his sword.

“If you insist, i was trying to get my mothers sword enchanted before snake face over here blew my cover” roman gestured to the man sat frozen on the counter edge of his booth, his face twisted in laughter, scales glistening in the green fire of his chandelier. The man sighed and frowned at the snake.

“Dolos has enough money to keep himself and his lover in riches for many years. He's much more interested in creating a scene and putting on a show.” The man leaned over the booth and started piling potions into his bag. “What i'm curious about is why you didn't have the palace sorcerers enchant your sword instead.”

“Curiosity killed the cat y'know” roman sneered, making nervous eyes at virgil. The unknown man was poking holes in his alibi.

“Ah yes, but satisfaction brought it back, my dear prince”

“Who are you” virgil spoke up from where hed been waiting on the sidelines. He was tired of waiting for the man to introduce himself when it was clear he would do no such thing without prompting.

“Logan Berry at your service your majesty” logan dipped down into a bow with a sly, self satisfied smirk. “My spell will wear off soon, i suggest we get you out of here soon before out friend here truly does behead you”

“We?” Virgil snapped, putting away his sword and picking up romans cape and handing it out to him.

“Well if he insists on having a secret enchantment,  then he'll need a sorcerer” and with that, the stranger walked back into the crowd and towards the exit, leaving roman and virgil to follow if they pleased

[marvelmymarvel]

Protection

Donald Malarkey x Reader

Synopsis: The Replacement was drunk and you were frozen in fear. When Don saw the whole predicament, he wouldn't go easy on the man that touched his girl. Oh no, the newbie would pay. 

Trigger Warning: I mean it is sexual harassment but I won't get that into it so I hope it won't be a problem. 

Song: My Boyfriends Back by The Angels (Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFdzJ0j8lYo) 

(Lol this song is sooooo one of those happy songs that play during absolute chaotic scenes. It's great lol).

A/N: I love me when some boys go off. Like the whole Martin story that I did??? Lord Jesus Maritn go OFF. SO. I wanna write this one because it will make my heart race and my stomach swirl because ya girl is now trash for Malarkey. Babe Heffron is also getting a couple tonight because Jesus I need it. PS: I just found some wicked gifs of Mal and you’re gonna get a shit ton of stuff. #sorrynotsorry

“Hey princess, you sure you ain't single” the replacement called out to you from down the bar where you sat next to Skip. “I’m sure” you called back out and he simply got off his stool and moseyed on over to you, although, he had to push through the crowd of people just to get to you. The bar was packed full with Easy, Dog, and Fox company men, so you were thankful you could even find a seat at the bar itself. The other men were scattered at tables and you couldn't seem to find your boyfriend anywhere. The man got to you and you inhaled sharply, your hand landing on Skips knee behind you as you leaned away from the drunk replacement. Skip was too busy talking to someone next to him that he didn't pay any mind to what was going on behind him. He couldn't hear you call out his name either, as everything was 10x louder in the bar area itself. “Come on sweetheart, let's get out of here.” he purred drunkenly as his hands roamed down your sides and to your hips. He was no taller than 5′5, but that didn't change the fact that he was certainly stronger than you in every way possible. He tried to drag you off the seat but you just placed your hands on his shoulder, trying to hold him away as he tried to kiss you. “My boyfriend will be back any second” you whispered out angrily but he just grabbed at you harder “OW” you snarled out as the grip that he had on you would surely leave bruises. “You don't have a boyfriend, you’re just using that to make me stop. But I ain't stupid” he teased out as one of his hands lowered more to cup your bottom. Using your legs, you tried to push him away along with your hands but he didn't budge. “SKIP” You screamed out, but before Skip could even do anything, the replacement was pulled away from you. “Don” you hissed before leaping off the seat as Don dragged the replacement through the bar and out to the back. “Don!” You exclaimed out as Don threw the man out the back door and into the mud before jumping down himself. Skip came up behind you as you watched wide-eyed as Don beat the absolute shit out of the man. “Make him stop Skip!” You hollered out Skip behind you who finally began to move towards his best friend who was still pummeling the man. “HES GONNA KILL HIM SKIP STOP HIM!” Skip yanked Don off of the bloodied and coughing replacement. You covered your mouth in shock at the sight of what Don was able to do in just a matter of seconds. “Don't you ever touch my girl again, you fucking replacement” Don screamed down at the man before spitting near his head. The man just moaned as Don kicked at his stomach again, “Don stop!” you cried out, you didn't know what you were more afraid of. The fact that he beat the shit out of a guy in a matter of seconds.

Or the fact that you thought it was absolutely hot. 

Don turned to look at you before storming over, you moved back a little but he just swooped you into his arms before kissing you deeply. You kissed back after the first initial shock and heard the man get up. Pulling away from Don’s lips, you looked at the man, finally feeling courageous while you were safe in the arms of your lover. “Apologize to my girl” Don barked out possessively as he held you close to his chest. “I’m sorry... Sorry that your body was asking for a real man-” the man began but Don lunging towards him cut him off. “That's enough Don!” You hollered as you pulled him back to you, backing him up with your hands on his shoulders. He was seething and yelling profanities at the man as he was also being pulled away by some men and Skip. Pushing Don to the wall you ran your hand up to his neck. You felt the muscles ripple angrily under your fingertips and you knew you had to get him away from everyone before he slammed his fist into another face. Your hand dropped and grabbed his, rubbing your fingers along his knuckles you felt the warm and sticky liquid smearing with each swipe. You didn't know if it was just the man's blood or a mixture of his and Dons. “Let's get you cleaned up Donny” you whispered almost beggingly as you pulled on his hands. His eyes snapped to yours and he seemed to relax in their warm gaze. He nodded and let you drag him over to your guys’ room. Pulling him into the bathroom attached to the bedroom, you pushed him down to sit on the toilet. Getting a towel, you wet the towel before dropping down onto your knees to clean up his bloody fingers. He leaned back against the toilet, his legs spread and his whole demeanor making you weak all over. Pushing your feelings away, you grabbed his hand softly and began to clean off the blood. You got your answer. “You somehow cut your hand” you whispered quietly as you stood back up to rinse out the towel to continue your cleaning of your hot-headed boyfriends mess. His hand flew and hit your ass, making you yelp out and shove his shoulder playfully. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you down onto his thigh. He wrapped his arms around you securely as your hands fell to his jaws, your fingers ghosting the stubble on his cheek as you pressed your forehead against his. “I’ll always be there to protect you” he murmured out as he leaned up to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. He slapped your ass again and you squealed as you almost fell off his thigh. He caught you and you both let out a laugh as he sat you back up and on both thighs. His hand caressed your cheek softly as he got serious. “No one can harm you....” He trailed off as he kissed you lovingly on the lips. It was needy. It was heaven. Pulling away from you, his breath ghosted your lips and you knew he was going to have the final say.

“Not while I’m around.”

A/N: Soft, I am soft that is all

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@hell-itwasyou @desired-love-