#the fact that you heard men screaming yes was the FUNNIEST thing about this

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried. 

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

 Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”  

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter.  A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.  

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”      

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

[sinisterlyhan]

03. bang chan ; 2chan / 5189 words

public sex, unprotected sex, crempie(ish...?), unprotected sex, female reader, it’s a quickie but i didn’t really write it like one

parts: 01 ; 02

a/n: my 1 whole minute google search looking up how to say changbin & chan 😭 also, ahh, this took a surprising turn.

1:00 pm, statistics class, and you absolutely dreaded it.

chan walked beside you, his eyes darting between you and the almost empty hallway of the math and science building. he looked somewhat nervous, but not nervous enough he appeared timid and shy.

according to his previous research, one that lasted for about two weeks, you would be getting grumpy starting right about now. and so far, he was able to conclude the reason behind your mini-bursts of temper tantrums: seo changbin.

ever since that night at the party, the one where you hooked up with changbin and never told him who you were, you had been avoiding him.

not in a sense where you were avoiding him in hopes that he would leave you alone because he would never look for you for anything. you were avoiding him in an attempt to keep yourself from thinking about him because he has been all you could think about.

you actively ignored his existence. not looking at him despite wanting to spare a glance during a boring lecture, not walking the path he does so you wouldn't get a chance to be near his vicinity, not thinking about him when you were touching yourself at night and trying to relish in the feeling of having him inside you.

it felt like an obsession, almost. it was unbelievable how much changbin has consumed you with just one night. if you close your eyes, you could still feel his plump lips on your neck and his bulky arms under your fingers. and you hated that, you really hated that. you thought getting off with only your vibrator was hard before, but oh, nobody prepared you for this.

you didn’t know changbin would be that good, and you had no idea that your preset fondness for him would take that secret affection, along with the sex, to a whole new level.

“he–“

“this is all your fault!” you huffed before chan could finish his sentence, snapping your head to his direction and cranking up your neck slightly to look at him.

“yes, i’m sorry.” chan nodded and clamped his mouth shut after the defeated apology.

he had no plans to argue with you, he tried that the first time you decided to get unreasonable with him and he completely lost the argument with all of his dignity lost. it was truly one of the worst arguments you two have had in the many years of your friendship, at least for him it was the worst because all he did was stand there while you brought up the weirdest thing to insult him.

he could remember everything, each one a little arrow to his poor, fragile heart. how he’s an idiot, how he’s the worst best friend, how you hate him for dragging you to the party that night, and possibly the funniest of it all—that his dick is small.

that didn’t hurt him as much as the other ones did because he knows you were wrong. and you would know if you had just asked him politely during that dry spell you had.

“gosh, i can’t stop thinking about him at all! this is crazy, i hate it!” you hissed as you ran a hand through your hair, scratching your scalp and pulling at your roots angrily before letting your hand fall to your side. “i literally cannot go one night without–ugh!”

chan looked over at you, his brows raised faintly at your dramatic reaction.

he was in disbelief when minho picked you and changbin back in the party, and he definitely did not miss the mischievous glint in minho’s eyes when he made direct eye-contact with him after he locked both you and changbin in the closet.

minho looked playfully spiteful, like he knew the secret chan was hiding layers beneath his opened heart, like he knew chan’s affection for you went beyond what one would call a best friend.

and he was in even more disbelief when the party was over and he was driving you home, then you started to really open up to him about everything that happened in the closet. your explicit words filled in the noises he heard from outside (those damn noises! the door banging and your scream of changbin’s name!), giving him a vague image of you fucking a man he had replaced his silhouette with.

it had taken him all the strength he has not to show you how turned-on he was the entire car ride. even though you just kept sighing about how good his friend was, which was ultimately weird but he thought he was more jealous and annoyed than weirded out. and he was so sure he could do better if you just give him the chance to prove it.

he wasn’t able to ask you so straightforwardly back then, considering how smitten you were with changbin just because of having sex with him once. granted, you did use to think of him during your midnight rendezvous, which was a detail chan really wished he hadn’t known.

he enjoyed nothing about this aside from the fact that you had asked him to help you avoid changbin so he would never find out you were the girl in the closet.

and chan did exactly that, happily as well. he has beaten it out of changbin’s head that you were not a candidate of choice and he wouldn’t have to take another glance at you. lo and behold, changbin really didn’t, and that has caused you so much distress because you wanted him so bad.

and chan was forced to hear you complain about it, it was so damn infuriating for him. he couldn’t take one more second of you whining about how good changbin fucked you that night.

“what if i make you forget him?” chan blurted that out far too quickly for his mind to fully process his words. by the time he was able to understand what he said, though, instead of fussing over it in embarrassment, he only turned to you with all seriousness in his eyes.

you took a moment to take in his insinuation. you wondered what he meant by making you forget changbin; did he mean he would take you out on a fun date? like somewhere in the middle of a roller-coaster ride where you’d scream so hard at the thrill of a drop that you temporarily forget about changbin. or did he mean something else? something else that still involves you screaming so hard that you’d forget about changbin.  

“i can make you forget him,” he pressed on suddenly, taking a closer step towards you.

you stumbled back in shock, your eyes widening in panic amusement as you looked up at chan. you could only find a pair of intense eyes staring back at you, anticipation and desire burning behind those hooded brown eyes. they shone so prettily, you couldn’t look directly into them, so you glanced away as a nervous giggle left your lips.

“chan, wh–what are you talking about?” you stuttered, your eyes shaking at the proximity he closed off between you two by taking another step closer.

“you know what i’m talking about,” he hushed, leaning closer to your ear. “you don’t have to beg for it, just thought i could have helped.”

you shivered at those familiar words, your mind bouncing back to the conversation you had with him before the closet game started. so your assumption was right, he was aiming for the second option, he was talking about sex. your mind zapped blank at the mere idea and you found yourself losing your voice when you opened your mouth to speak.

chan, chan… it would probably be a phenomenal experience—fuck, hold on, no, wait. chan has been your best friend for years. he was always so kind and patient with everyone he meets, and he was possibly one of the hottest men you’ve ever met in your life.

it was a miracle that he was your friend at all, so would you really run the risk of destroying this friendship just because you were horny and was trying to get over somebody else?

“nothing is going to happen to us, (name).” as if reading your thoughts, chan was quick to mutter to your ear words of reassurance. “i asked you for this. if anyone should be scared of losing something, it should be me.”

your sight was blurring the more he leaned close to you. his nose touched yours at some point, and he nudged forward to he put pressure against the bridge. your lips were almost touching, you could feel his breath reverberating around the entrance of your lips and your skin went cold.

“only twenty minutes until class starts, (name),” he said, pulling away slightly so he could look into your eyes better. “let me help you. you will look into changbin’s eyes later and only see me.”

oh, that sounded very tempting. but surely, the most tempting aspect of this would be the man standing in front of you. and you wanted to.

before you could speak, a small commotion erupted at the start of the long hallway. a group of students walked past, chatting and laughing amongst each other. classes were slowly getting dismissed one by one, and soon there’d be more people scattered along the hallway, waiting for their next class. if you wanted to start, you’d better start now while you could still make some noises.

“but where are we gonna–“

chan flashed you a small grin. that sounded like an agreement to him but he would definitely be asking for it more down the line. for now, he grabbed onto your forearm and looked up, his eyes scanning the hallway for the room numbers.

stopping when he found your statistics class, he hummed in satisfaction when he saw that the room was pitch black inside, and he quickly dragged you along with him.

he pulled you inside the dark classroom and left your side so he could close and lock the door. as soon as he turned around, he reached his hands out to your face and moved closer to you, simultaneously tugging you towards him.

you stumbled, your hands flying up to his arms to steady yourself just as your lips crashed against each other.

your heavy breaths resonated with each other as you kissed each other fervently. he shrugged off his backpack and let it drop to the floor, same as you slowly let go of your bag to place it near your feet. none of you wanted to let any interruptions stop whatever you were doing, your eyes closed and lips hot against each other.

his calloused hands found their way to your jaw carefully, and he held your head in place so he could take the lead. he could feel your fingers slowly dragging across his back, trying to find something to hold or to tug on. they moved up, running along the back fo his neck to his head, and you flipped off his cap so you could thread your hand through his hair.

oh, this was nothing like you have imagined before, simply because the real thing could never compare to the vivid scenarios you overplay in your head. his lips were so soft, much like changbin’s small but plump once. but chan felt to have much more control over the situation, understandably as he wasn’t blinded like before.

chan slid his hands off your jaw after a while, gliding them down your body and stopping at your waist instead. then he walked, slowly bringing you backward until the back of your thighs hit the teacher’s table located in the middle. he squeezed the side of your waist when he heard you groan, and his arms flexed lightly as he hoisted you up to sit on the edge of the table.

finally getting the willpower to pull away from you, chan panted heavily to compensate for the long minute of him seemingly withholding his breath. he was kissing you, someone who he has been so fond of for way too long.

as soon as his lips touched yours, that was all he knew how to do; he couldn’t even remember to breathe through his nose, he just focused so hard on mapping out the shape of your mouth.

“are you okay with this?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

he tilted your face up, his thumb caressing your cheek. you looked at him, your heart palpitating against your chest in newfound excitement. and he was staring straight back at you.

there seemed to be a mutual understanding of this situation; his tenderly fond gaze revealing a silent confession, the rubbing of his thumb at your skin spilling an unspoken promise that he would take good care of you, that you wouldn’t have to worry at all.

it made your heart swirl into chaos. it was a different feeling than when you were stuck in the closet with changbin. back then you were excited to be able to have sex with someone, albeit the person is one of the many people you have a crush on. but you couldn’t see changbin then, nor did you know him the way you know chan now.

the butterflies flew more rapidly in your tummy and the flutter of their wings wafted against the skin of your ribs crazily. it sent you tingles all over your body, you never wanted to be away from chan.

“i think we should be quick, we don’t have much time left until class starts,” you mentioned, looking pointedly at him.

chan huffed out a laugh in response, his head dipping low as his eyes quirked into crescent moons. “well, thank god you are wearing a skirt today then,” he muttered, running his hand up your bare thighs and disappearing under the fabric of your pleated skirt. “save us the fuss of having to take things off.”

“i do have safety pants on, in case you don’t realize that,” you hummed, rolling your eyes slightly before you felt his hand reach all the way up to the waistband of your skirt.

his fingers tugged through the band as he tried to pick out the hem of your safety shorts, and you helped him out by shifting your weight when he pulled it off your legs with a swift yank. it dropped to your ankles and you arched your feet to shake them off to the ground, flinging them a little farther away from where he stood.

chan pushed you down onto the empty desk, an amused smile on his face when you yelped in surprise, your legs immediately spreading apart to let him scoot closer to the table. his fingers danced along your inner thigh before they finally reached your clothed heat, his hand slightly trembling in enthusiasm when you sighed at the featherlight touch.

his mind blanked out for a moment there, needing some extra time to process how this was really happening. albeit not at the most ideal location and he was limited by a ticking timeframe, being able to get so intimate with you was basically a dream come true to him. his yearning for you was finally going to be satiated for once.

“god, who would have thought i’d be doing it in my stats classroom–mm, woah, okay,” your sentence got cut off mid-way when you felt chan press his thumb against your clothed clit, pressing a jolt into your body and causing your brain to short-circuit quickly.

you laughed slightly in embarrassment, finding your reaction less than appealing despite it being more than he could ever ask for. but your laughter could only last for a brief moment before a blissful sigh left your lips. your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of him moving your pantie to the side and slipping his middle finger inside.

oh, that was exactly what changbin did. flashes of the dark closet met your eyes as chan pumped his fingers in and out of your heat, flashes you felt guilty thinking about at a time like this. the man hovering above you wasn’t changbin, you had to remind yourself, and you opened your eyes just so you could look up at chan.

his hair was tousled from when you shifted your fingers through them when you kissed, and his eyes were focused on your every movement. the way your features scrunched and contorted with each pump of his finger, a prideful sight for him to look at until you suddenly opened your eyes to look at him. there was a moment of solace, just a brief moment, and then his hand slowed down as realization hit him.

“you’re thinking about him,” chan muttered.

you sighed, giving him a timid nod to confirm his assumption. and that—well, that was a new kind of soreness he has never felt in his chest before. he wanted to explode; the unreasonable anger stuffed inside of him, the jealousy churning in his chest that his friend not only got to fuck you first but he stayed in your head every single fucking day, the sore loser in him that so firmly believed that he could do so much better.

chan didn’t want to take it out on you, he really didn’t. but oh heavens, he was so tired of associating changbin with you.

“that’s fine,” he said with a nod, pulling his finger out of your cunt and reaching for his pants. he released the button and unzipped it, shrugging it off his thigh quickly before proceeding to tug his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. “you won’t be thinking about him when i’m finished with you here.”

if the setting was different, he would surely have his way with you however he wanted. he would make you squirm for much longer, and he would make you beg like a fucking whore for him before he decided you are good enough to have his dick pound inside of you. but this would be quick. this has to be quick, unfortunately for chan.

he was rather confident in himself, though. he would like to think if changbin could do it blind-folded, he could definitely do it with both of his eyes open. not to mention, being able to watch your features change in the face of pleasure would do nothing but add to the filthy lust burning through his veins.

he could fuck you better.

he will fuck you better.

you didn’t miss the soft beat of his eyes matching up with yours after he aligned himself at your entrance. his gaze wavering, waiting for you to give him a cue to go. your eyes grazed past his shoulder at the door, a sense of fearful thrill bursting like fireworks in your stomach when you realize how easy it would be for people outside to hear you, and how they could look inside the window and see you two if they angle their head a certain amount.

this was exciting. nothing you have ever done before and nothing you imagined you would ever do, yet here you were with chan waiting above you, your wetness clenching at nothing impatiently.

“fuck me, chan,” you whispered, your eyes returning to him.

his heart leaped at those words, far too excited for his own good. he smiled, leaning down to your face before he huffed, “i was planning to.”

your legs twitched when he inserted himself in quickly, the stretch fast and thus, painful. but the time was ticking, you knew, so you didn’t blame him for not taking his time. the slickness in your hole was doing a fantastic job of helping him glide in and out of you smoothly, and chan had been planting butterfly kisses along your neck in an attempt to distract you from the pain of adjusting to his size.

your cunt was tightening around him, a sensation so pleasurable that it overwhelmed his senses and almost drained his sanity clean. you felt good, and the fact that you were you, the fact that he has been secretly in love with you for so long just made everything even better than he could ever imagine.

chan couldn’t think of anything else. his shameless mind only knew he wanted to keep going, he wanted to keep feeling you, he wanted to kiss you everywhere and make you feel so great he occupies your mind for the rest of the day. and he was giving in to the pleasure, leaning into the bliss and abandoned all that he has ever known to pound into you relentlessly.

the squelching sound of your pussy haunted every punch to your hole, your heavy breathing slowly turning to desperate little moans. your hands were clutching his arm just for the sake of having something to touch, feeling his prominent muscles flex under your skin, and letting it turn you on even more. and your legs flailed about until they finally wrapped around his hips and pushed him closer to you.

“ahh, chan–fuck!” you gritted out, his cock sliding along your walls quickly and creating never-ending friction. each time his tip reaches a deeper end of your hole, you feel a burst of fluttery feeling across your body. chan kept going, hitting the spot once, twice, three times until he suddenly thrust into you hard, and you let out a loud, chocked moan.

chan’s lips quirked up automatically, feeling his ego boost with that loud moan you let out. but instead of showing you his smugness, he clamped a hand over your mouth tightly and glared at you. your eyes widened as your brows furrowed, not confused as to why he shut up but annoyed that you couldn’t let out any noises at a location like this.

“you better keep quiet, baby,” he warned, thrusting into your harshly to test out his grip. your sudden moan was a muffled, but from the looks of your eyes, he could tell it would have been loud without restrictions. “you don’t need the whole floor finding out what we’re doing in here.”

you hummed out a whine, nodding obediently at him as your hands flew up to grip his hand. you didn’t try to move his hand, you let it stay over your lips and tried to navigate his hand until he gripped the sides of your jaw. chan raised a brow at you, bewildered but not opposing to making sure you shut the hell up for the remainder of this session.

his hips continued to roll against yours, and you found yourself bucking your hips up for more. the knot at your abdomen was twisting uncomfortably, feeling like it wanted nothing but to burst, so your legs tightened around his hips and kept drawing him closer to you, even though chan has physically no more space to move forward.

he kept fucking into you, his pace only picking up more and more when he could hear students shuffling and talking outside the door. time’s ticking, he has to finish off quickly now.

“shit–“ chan groaned under his breath when you suddenly clenched around him, your high approaching unexpectedly.

being unable to hear your voice sure didn’t give him any hint of when you were reaching your limit, and he was too drowned in the sensation to feel your body language. the way your legs pushed at his back, the way your hands continuously tightened around his wrist, the way your back kept arching off the desk. he couldn’t pick those up until he felt it suffocating his cock inside of you.

and his own high was racing to the finish line as well, the way your walls felt all warm and rough around him was unlike anything he has ever felt. no amount of toys could help him relish in a feeling like this, no amount of people could make him feel the way he was with you now.

it has to be your body, it has to be your cunt, it has to be you.

your whined against his palm when chan rammed into you at an even quicker pace, his lips touching your neck and you could hear him sucking in his breath. your hands flew up to the edge of the desk where you grabbed on, your back scratching against the wooden surface at the way he pounded into you. oh god, he was hitting deeper, how was he hitting deeper—fuck!

your back arched off the table suddenly, your eyes rolling up and a strangled scream barely seeping through the gaps of his fingers. you felt yourself release around him, your legs jerking and tightening around his hips at the fulfilling feeling of letting it all go. the tightness loosened up in your stomach and you felt pleasant and free.

chan continued to move, his breathing getting louder with each thrust. he could feel your cum, mixing in with the warmth of your walls and moving about around his cock. he shut his eyes when you pressed your arms around his back, holding him close to you. you pulled at his locks, stimulating his senses more, and you pressed your thighs together as you raised your legs a little higher to narrow your walls around him.

“ahh, fuck–fuck! ahh–“ he whined when he felt the bubble burst at his tip. he bottomed out inside, reaching to the hilt and finally allowing himself a satisfying release. his jaw dropped, his breath hitting against your neck as he panted for a moment before finally pulling out of you.

he didn’t leave your side, though. chan let go of your mouth so he could kiss you, his hand moving down to your hole so he could gather the dripping cum and push them back inside your pussy. pulling away from you, he looked into your eyes pointedly as he pushed his finger inside your heat, then he demanded softly, “you’re gonna sit through the lecture with my cum inside of you, hmm?”

you whimpered a little, feeling him press his finger against your walls. “yes, chan.”

“good girl,” chan smiled, running his hand through your hair and patting your head as a sign of praise.

almost immediately then, a knock sounded at the door, and you both widened your eyes at the noise.

right, classes!

scurrying off the desk, you picked up your safety shorts and pulled it back up your thighs again. you wiggled your waist to adjust your skirt before heading over to pick up your school bag. you dropped it on a chair before reaching down to grab chan’s backpack, bringing it to him with an amused smile.

“i’ll pick you up when class ends, okay?” he said as he took his bag, swinging it over his shoulders as he smiled at you. “if that’s fine with you, of course. we can have dinner together.”

you looked at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “yeah, sure.”

he heaved a relieved sigh inwardly, hoping his nervousness didn’t seep through his facade. he reached an arm out around your shoulder and pulled you towards him, his lips briefly meeting the top of your head before pulling away and waved you a quick goodbye. he made his way out of the room, not forgetting to flick open the lights before he did so.

and, almost immediately, changbin walked into the classroom from the other direction. chan must have missed him when he walked out, because surely chan would have made a cheerful greeting and acted like he hadn’t just stuffed you full of his cum.

you stood stoic for a moment, catching his eyes and finding him stare back at you. well, while you did momentarily forgot about changbin, seeing him still made your heart pump from nervousness. damn, you really couldn’t get a moment’s of rest and think about the fact that you just had sex with chan in a classroom, huh?

to avoid staring longer at him, your lips pursed into an awkward smile as you waved at him before turning away to rummage through your bag.

but you didn’t get to do much, because only a few seconds later, his presence walked up close behind you and his hand went around your neck to give it a frighteningly familiar squeeze. your breath halted and you whimpered at the pressure he added to your bone, your hands flying up in defeat.

changbin huffed out an irritated laugh. he could recognize that whimper anywhere now, he’s replayed it so many times in his head.

he leaned close to your ear, his hot breath pricking the back of your neck dangerously and his chest pressed against your back. he spoke in a low tone, his words intending not for even the air surrounding you both.

“so you were the girl who fucked me in the closet a few weeks ago.”

you licked your lower lip and nodded. all that effort to result in this. “yeah…”

“i thought i recognized that choked moan somewhere,” he said, rolling his eyes as he recalled the awkwardness he felt when his hand left the doorknob and he stood to the side to wait.

it had taken him a second to find out why he felt icky all over his skin. he remembered your voice, and that sudden moan you let out through the door came from you.

he had his doubt, of course, something within him didn’t want it to be you, because how heartbreaking—and pathetic—would it be if he had been spending weeks hung up on your identity while you were, well, having fun in concerning locations.

he got his answers when chan walked out and you were the only person in the classroom. it has to be you; both your voice and the fact that you happened to also be in the circle that night.

there was a dramatic pause, the silence almost wrapping around you whole before he spoke again, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere. turns out you’re just here getting fucked by my friend.”

“tell me the truth,” he said, “was i better?”

you couldn’t answer. your mind simply blanked out and no thoughts were coherent at the moment. his hand deliberately pressed your neck, causing your chest to heave, and you could still feel the sticky substance sliding out your cunt and wetting up a patch at your panties. you didn’t know where to put your attention, and you felt hot all over once again.

just as changbin was about to taunt you even more, the classroom door opened with a loud bang. he quickly moved away from you and looked away, pretending to be walking off to the back of the class. but as he turned around and sat down, you found his hooded gaze was fixated on you, and you gulped at the words it told you.

you have the class period to figure out the answer to his question.

[yumehoxo]

Convinced- eren x reader

(⚠️WARNING⚠️ -this story contains substance use, strong language, sexual content and more)

*Ding*

Connie:

-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.

"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision" you thought to yourself.

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It's was already 7:12 pm and you haven't even gotten up to change yet, you look at the time one more time and see how late it has gotten and frantically rush to your closet to get something to wear. 'This is such a drag. Why did I even bother to say yes'. You chose a short miniskirt and a cropped shirt and put them on as fast as you can. You ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. As your in the middle of doing your make-up Connie calls you. 'Oh no. don't tell me he's here already it's only 7:20' you whined. You pick up the phone call and Connie says.. "Yo I'm in the neighborhood but I'm having trouble finding your complex, mind giving me some directions again?" you sighed, " You have been to my apartment over 20 times now how do you not remember??" You asked. "Look bruh it's really confusing and you already know ian good with directions!" Connie said frustrated. "As soon as you enter the neighborhood you take a right, then two lefts." You said pissed off. "OH YEAHH I REMEM-" you ended the phone call. As you finished off your lipgloss, you grabbed your bag and debated on if you should wear shoes or heels 'I don't even know if I remember how to walk in those' you said looking at your heels, you grabbed your shoes instead. Then you heard it, a rapid knocking at the door, indicating Connie was here. You grabbed your things and did a little jog to the door.

"Woah you smell so good!" Connie said. He was wearing sweatpants and a Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved shirt. You couldn't lie he was a good looking guy and he knew how to dress, and on top of that he's one of the most funniest people you know.

"Thanks Connie" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Who's hosting this party anyways?" You ask as you lock your door.

"It's this guy named Jean or something like that" Connie says.

Your eyes widen to the name 'well now I know Alessia is going to be there'. "Wow I guess that's just my luck huh?" You say.

"What do you mean that's 'just your luck'?"Connie asks. The expression on his face is pure confusion.

"We used to date in high school, that's all" you state with a relaxed attitude.

Connie presses the elevator button to get back down to the first floor and he asks "Isn't that, kind of a big deal, like what were the odds that you both went to the same out of state University?" Connie asks.

"I dunno I guess it is." you shrug. 'I mean he isn't wrong I haven't seen him since senior year and I'm now a sophomore, that like what almost 2 years?' Your thoughts get interrupted... "Y/n ... Y/n... Y/N??" Connie basically shouts, gaining your attention back to reality.

"W-what do you want, goddamn?" You ask irritated by his loud tone.

"You weren't answering me, I was trying to ask you are you going to drink tonight?" Connie asks.

"Uhh I don't know yet, I'll see how crazy the party is when I get there, and if it's bad then I probably won't drink much" you say as you open his passenger side car door.

"Drink much?? SO YOUR GOING TO DRINK?" Connie asks excitedly.

"Why the fuck are you screaming I'm literally right next to you? But yeah I am." You respond back.

"O-oh sorry I don't realize how loud I get..." he says scratching the back of his head with a nervous expression.

As you guys are driving you don't even realize that it's almost dark outside as the yellow sunset hits your skin in the car. Connie's music was playing way to loud but you would have to get used to it anyway once you get to the party, 'at least his taste in music isn't bad' you think to yourself. As (s/n) plays in the background. You've been to parties before but since it's been so long, your nerves are through the ceiling and the butterfly's in your stomach are giving you mild cramps. 'Just take a deep breath, you've done this before.'

Before you know it, you and Connie are already at the party, it's being hosted in a big house with it's own gate (that was left open). You can see the flashing lights coming through the windows and as you drive closer you can feel the bass of the music. Connie parks his car off to the side so it's easy for him to get out, and you both exit the car.

"We won't be on the first floor, all the secondary people who didn't get invited personally by the owner or the owners friends stay on that floor" Connie says.

"Reiner invited me since we've been friends since Freshman year" he states.

"Oh okay, hopefully it's more calm upstairs.." you say as you guys walk to the front door.

As soon as the the huge double doors open you can see a sea of people partying. All packed together like it was a concert or something. You see couples making out, girls grinding on guys, people throwing up because they can't take what's in their cup any longer, there are girls without any clothing on waist up exposing their breasts to a group of guys. Connie grabs your hand and leads you threw the crowd. He can see the look of concern and disgust on your face.

"Sorry that you have to see this." He says rolling his eyes.

He grips on to your hand a little tighter since the crowd was getting more packed the further down you go. The finally you guys reached it, the stairs. There is a velvet rope indicating that only a certain few are allowed up there. Two men stood there, one of them smoking a cigarette and the other holding a list of names.

"Name?" The man with the list asks coldly. He had dirty blonde hair and tattoos on the sides of his face.

"Connie. Connie Springer." Connie says back equally as coldly.

You can feel the eyes of the other man landing on you, you can feel him looking at your body and then breasts.

"Your good to go." The blonde boy states.

'Finally' you think to yourself in relief. Just the fact that someone was probably just thinking of having sex with you without even knowing you made you feel uncomfortable. You start walking up the stairs and you can still feel his eyes on you, specifically your ass. You were fuming up 'does he have no shame?!' You think angrily to yourself. You've had just about enough you were about to turn around and tell him off.. then Connie walks right up behind you so it's blocks the mans view. You sigh out in relief.

"Sorry about that, some people just have no self control." Connie whispers in your ear so the man doesn't hear anything.

You and Connie make your way up the spiral staircase, you can imminently feel how much more quieter it gets when you get up there. In front of you guys is a hallway with 3 doors on each side and double doors at the end of the hall. You notice the doors have signs on them. "Vacant" or "Empty". Only two of the doors had the sign flipped to "Vacant".

"There for people who want private rooms, like if only a certain group of people wanted to do something together or if you wanted to hookup with someone." Connie says.

"Yeah I figured, that's really smart." You respond back. You can feel the vibrations of the music downstairs at your feet.

"Thank god were not down there" you say in relief.

"Yeah, that place is crazy all the time I don't know how people find that fun." Connie says rolling his eyes.

Connie opens the door for you. To the right there's a T.V hooked onto the wall and a group of 10 people sitting together just talking. To the left is a mini kitchen. You can see that behind the kitchen is a table with food, drinks, and cups there. You noticed the cups were color coded, three colors, neon blue, neon pink, and neon green. In front of each cup was a sign. In front of the neon blue cups was the sign "Taken", I'm front of the of the neon pink cups was "Not looking for any relationship", and in front of the Green cup was "Single". Connie went ahead a grabbed a blue cup and poured himself the fruit punch and alcohol mixture. Connie was currently dating Sasha but she was on a trip with her family for the holidays leaving Connie all alone. You went ahead a grabbed a green cup for yourself and poured (f/d) in it instead. You weren't going to have alcohol until a little later since it was only 8:13 pm.

"Come on let me introduce to everyone I know" Connie says taking your hand leading you to a room in the back.

Connie leads you to the room which contained a Billiardo table to the very right which two men were using and there was a couch at the back that had a group of people sitting there. You could see Jean sitting on the floor in between a black haired girls legs while throwing darts to the wall. His hair was grown out and he looked much more mature. Next to the black haired girl on the couch was a blonde boy with an undercut. On the couch on the other side was a brown haired boy with long hair tied back into a messy bun, he has tattoos on his right arm and some on his left, and he had stud piercings in his ears. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a shortsleeved shirt with the word "Primitive" on the front. They shirt wrapped perfectly around his sculpted biceps. You looked away to make sure nobody notices that your staring. Next to him is a blonde girl she was somewhat tall and had facial bangs. There are two girls on the floor, another blonde girl but she was short and more petite and another girl next to her with brown hair and freckles flirting with her making the blonde one blush. You realize Jean and the black haired girl cups are blue. You also see that The blonde boy and the girl next to the brown haired boy guys are also blue. Everyone else's cups were green. 'A lot of taken people' you think to yourself.

"WOAH NO WAY" you can hear Jean scream locking eye contact with you "IS THAT REALLY YOU Y/N?" He says while getting up. You can tell the black haired girl is staring him down.

"Y-yeah. It's been so long!" You say while side hugging him. You can smell the faint scent of marijuana on him. The black haired girls eyes reach you staring you down, looking at your breasts and body figure. You turn your head to the back of the room Where a tall brown haired boy and blonde hair boy make their way to you.

"Yo Reiner!" Connie says while dapping him up.

"Yo Connie!" He says back. His eyes land land on you, locking eye contact.

"Connie who'd you bring with you?" He said with a smirk on his face looking at Connie and then right back at you.

"Oh this is y/n, she's normally a homebody but she finally agreed to come with me to one party" Connie said while rolling his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Reiner." He said while sticking his hand out indicating to shake hands with him. You shake his hand, and he holds on a little longer instead. You manage to let go without being awkward or rude a flash a smile at him. 'What the fuck.' You think to yourself . You can see the brown haired boy next to him seems nervous and a little shaky. He look at him and smile and he gives you a nervous smile back.

"H-hi my n-name is Bertolt" he says clearly shaken up. Connie slaps his hand onto Betolt's shoulder and says..

"No need to be shy Bertolt just be yourself! Nobody is going to like you if your going to act so shy." Connie said with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Y/n" you say with a smile on your face, making him blush even harder.

"Anywaysssss enough of that" Connie says while taking you to the group of people at the sofas.

"Everyone, this is Y/n L/n" Connie says 'I can introduce myself dickhead' you think to yourself.

"I'm Armin, nice to meet you!" The Blonde boy says sweetly. 'He's like a cute cinnamon bun' you think to yourself. You smile sweetly back at him.

"I'm Annie. I've actually seen you around we have a class together." She says with almost little to no expression on her face but you can tell that's the way she is. "Actually i remember you; you sat next to me in that chem lecture one time!" You say back.

" I'm Mikasa." She stated coldly. 'Damn mad at me already? I barely fucking did anything.' You think to yourself but not daring to say it out loud. You force yourself to smile  'I hate these type of things everything seems so forced' you think. "Nice to meet you" you say while giving her a fake smile.

"H-h-hi I'm H- histori-a" the blonde girl said barely managing to get any air as the brown hair girl is choking her from behind. "And I'm Ymir" she says with a huge grin across her face. You start laughing at their greeting. "Y'all seem close " You say as you sit yourself next to them Connie following behind you, finding a seat facing it backwards, and then sitting in it so his chest could be resting in the back side.

"I'm Eren, Eren Yeager." The brown haired boy said in a relaxed tone but you noticed his eyes went to the top of you, to your feet, and back up. 'Goddamn who gave him the right to be so hot' you thought to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Eren." you say in a relaxed tone making sure you hide your nervousness.

As the night went on, Reiner and Bertolt came to join you guys. After many attempts of Reiner trying to flirt with you he gave up as he got a drunk. They talked about all the drama that's been going around, who's dating who, who got arrested, who got so fucked up "that one time". They more they talked the more they drank. After awhile you saw it was 11:15 pm and you finished what was in your cup. You left the room and made your way to the kitchen to see if they had any good alcohol drinks, you open the fridge and grab and vodka bottle and pour yourself a shot. You jump up and sit on the counter and took a look around, everyone who was once watching infront of the T.V were either asleep or on the balcony outside. 'Ahhh some peace and quiet' you think to yourself then you remember that Alessia told you she hooked up with a guy named Jean 'wait a second something doesn't add up how could have she hook up with Jean if Jean has a girl friend?'  You go on your phone to see if she put anything on her story and she did.. she was a black haired boy who was tagged with the name "Jean". 'ohhh okay so it wasn't the Jean I knew' you thought to yourself relieved. You grabbed your bag to get the blunt that you rolled before you came... as your looking you realize you can't find it, you frantically search through your bag"what- where is it I swear I brought it?!" you say frustrated.

"Brought what?" A familiar voice asked, you froze for a slight second startled by it. You turned to to see who said that, it was Eren. He was even taller then he looked when he was sitting down.

"O-oh my god you scared me" you responded back sounding startled.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean too, I thought you heard me open the door." Eren said. 'Wait is that piercing on his-' you realize your staring too long.

"It's fine don't worry about it, but I brought a blunt with me before I came but I can't find it now." You say back.

"Damn maybe you dropped it somewhere." He responded not breaking eye contact with you as he comes into the kitchen.

"Y-yeah maybe.." you say back. 'Why's he coming over here?' . He walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink, leans his back against the fridge (which is right in front of you). After 15 seconds of silence he strikes up a conversation

"If you want I have a blunt? But we have to share." Eren says.

"Wait are you sure?" You ask him feeling guilty.

"Yeah it's no big deal" he says while smiling at you.

You were right he does have a tongue piercing.

"Thank you so much" you say back.

As you guys share the blunt you both start talking about your school schedule, turns out that you have the same lunch break and most of your classes are the same just with different teachers. By the time the blunt is finished both of your eyes are bloodshot. You look at his arm he has a tattoo of a dragon, 'that's the same one I have' you think to yourself in utter shock 'how did I not notice?'. Just to make sure you ask him..

"Do you mind if I see your tattoo really quick? You ask him.

He walks closer to you and lifts up his sleeve exposing the whole tattoo and arm. 'Wow he's so built' you think to yourself. You take a good look at his tattoo it confirms your theory, it's the same tattoo that you have. You got it the second you turned 18, it symbolizes 'strength' a lot of people have it but it's still quite rare to see someone else have it.

"Wow I was right!" You say excitedly.

"Right about what?" Eren asks confused. You lift up you one side of your crop top exposing the right side of your rib cage, showing him your tattoo. He puts down his drink next to you and asks..

"May I take a closer look? Only if you don't mind though." Your face turns a little red the thought of him being that close to you kind of scared you.

"Y-yeah s-sure." You say nervously. He brings his face closer and looks up at you realizing how red you are. He smirks. He traces over your tattoo with his thumb. Just his touch makes you shiver a little 'goddamn why do I have to be so nervous he's not even doing anything!'  You feel your face getting hotter as he traced it. Then you feel it, he places his whole hand on your waist and pulls you closer.

"W-what are you doing? You ask him super embarrassed as your face flushes an even darker shade of red. He gets up close to your ear and whispers.. "What? Are you just going to act like you haven't been thinking about this all night? I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Eren said with a smirk on his face. Just the way his breath feels on your ear made you shiver. You slightly spread your legs a little open so he can fit right in front of you. He grabs onto both of your thighs and pulls them more towards him making your entire body come closer to his. You can feel your skirt slight hiking up the more you legs spread apart. He looks you up and down before leaning in and gently kissing you once, his lips felt soft against yours, you can smell the scent of mint and weed mixed together, you can feel him smile against your lips. He clearly knows how much  your enjoying this. He kisses you again this time more passionately, you feel his hand move to your lover back pulling you even more closer, you wrap your hands around his neck and give in. He bites softly on your bottom lip making you moan slightly, he takes this chance to force his tongue inside, asserting his dominance. You fight to not let him win,you try your best, but you lose. He slowly stops, and kisses your lips tenderly one more time. Then he places his lips on your neck playfully nibbling at your neck, he finds your sensitive spot, causing you to stifle a moan, you can feel his smile against your skin. The coldness of his piercing against your skin makes you want more. He continues sucking,kissing, and licking your neck for a little longer and then he stops. He gets up close to your ear and says...

"Why don't we take this a private room? I would hate if anyone interrupted us." he said with his eyes full of lust.

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This took me awhile to write I have a headache now lmao

Anyways if y'all could please lmk if I should change anything or if there any errors I would appreciate it 😌💞✨

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #440

from a day or two ago.

Do you drink a lot of soda? I definitely do. :/ I'd lose weight so much easier if I could drop the habit. Are tomatoes the best food in the world? I don't like tomatoes unless they're very fresh and on a mayo and bacon sandwich. Have you seen The Blindside? I actually haven't. Do you have a favorite local pizza place? Not really. There's a place I like that isn't huge, but I don't have like, a serious passion for or loyalty to it. Would you date someone 10+ years older than you? Meh, I think ten years is my cut-off. Are you due for a haircut? For sure. >_< Are you dealing with any health-related problems right now? Yeah. Even with my APAP mask, because I apparently move it too much in my sleep, I'm struggling with my sleep apnea nightmares/terrors. Do your parents like the music you listen to? Most of it. Do your parents approve of your beliefs? Not all of them, no. How many different digital cameras have you owned in your life? How about cell phones? Cell phones, idk. I've had two "pro" cameras. Do you typically do your make up the same each time? Or do you like to change it up often? It's pretty much always the same. Who is the last person you were in a room with just the two of you? What were you doing? Mom. We worked together on my room. What do you usually order at Subway? Turkey, bacon, American cheese, pickles, banana peppers, and chipotle on I want to say Italian bread. How long is your mother’s hair? It's hard to say, because it's all poofy now versus wavy like before it had to be shaved off. Don't repeat it to her ever, but she has, uh... "old lady hair" now, ha ha. What is your favourite car brand? I don’t care. Whose chore is it to clean the bathrooms in your house? My mom does it. Pick your three favourite fruits. Strawberries, kiwi, and uhhh... apples. Or pineapple. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Yeah. We used to play that a lot at Colleen's house on nights we had some drinks. Who were the last friends you went to hang out with? Oh jeez, idk. I haven't hung out with a friend in a long time. How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Zero. I'm in my bedroom. Are you bored right now? I'm bored almost every waking hour of my days. Have you ever seen a pelican in real life? I'm actually not sure. What’s important about April? My younger sister's birthday is in April. Is there anyone who hates you? Jason probably does. Would you consider adoption? Not for me personally. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? Our late boxer mix. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? Noooo. How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? My younger sister comes over here and we open our presents with Mom, who also cooks a nice breakfast. We then go to my older sister's house for the day to watch the kids open presents from their extended family. I say "extended" because the kids obviously aren't going to wait for us to get there to open the majority of their gifts from their parents, ha ha. What’s a few facts about the last person that talked to you? She's from New York, has five kids, has survived cancer (one almost advanced to a fatal level) twice, she loves owls, and recently graduated with her bachelor's in social work (it's never too late, people). What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? We're both cisgender females. Where is the biggest scar on your body? It's probably where I had a cyst removal, which is in a spot I can't see. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? Absolutely not. I am NOT getting involved in that. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? I'd go to the gym sooner. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tattoo? Hmmm... I think Tyler actually may have had a The Legend of Zelda tattoo? I can't really remember. If not him, then no. Have you ever kissed someone you weren’t dating? No, but I've been kissed by someone I wasn't dating. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? Yes. What were you afraid of the most when you were a kid? Being separated from/losing my mom. Do you like to make the first move? No. When was the last time you completely broke down? A few weeks ago when I was having a PTSD episode. Are you listening to any music? No; I'm watching Gab play Final Fantasy X. Is your hair long enough to put in a ponytail? No. Has someone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Hm, it's funny, I don't see him anymore. Have you ever peed in the woods? No. Have you ever played Twister? Yeah, I liked playing it as a kid. Are you looking for a boyfriend//girlfriend? Not actively, no. I really don't need one right now. Out of all of your friends who have you gotten in the worst fight with? Of all friends I've EVER had, probably Colleen. Of the friends I still have, maybe Sara. What is the last microwaveable meal you had? I've been on a SERIOUS grilled chicken pesto kick lately. Mom buys these small Healthy Choice (or some brand like that) bowls that you put in the microwave and then pour the noodles and chicken into the sauce after and mix, and oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD it is so good. What would you consider a talent of yours? Assuming the worst out of every imaginable situation. If Hogwarts was a real place and you were able to attend, what class do you think you’d excel at? According to those little quizzes I've taken, I lean mostly towards Hufflepuff, but with Gryffindor traits as well. Would you rather learn more about space or more about the ocean? Well, ideally, space, but I think learning much more about our ocean would be more beneficial to our planet and our prosperity on Earth. Do you have a mental illness? If yes, how have you learned to cope with it? If no, do you ever suspect you may have one? I have a lot. My bipolarity, OCD, and PTSD are *mostly* under control, but I most certainly still have trouble sometimes. My anxiety and AvPD are still rabid fucking hounds. My depression was well-managed not even that long ago, but life circumstances have it so it's been more aggressive than what was usual. Do you have a favorite character from The Avengers? I dunno, I like Loki ig. Thor is cool, too. It's been WAY too long since I've seen that movie. What type of cake would you like right now? Double chocolate cake sounds great rn. @_@ What was your dream job when you were a child? Are you going after that dream or not? Why? Paleontologist, and no, because I don't want to travel for work, and I could also never handle the heat during site excavations. Even though it may not work all the time, what usually helps make you feel better when you’re upset or down? Watching one of my comfort series on YouTube from channels I enjoy. Why do you personally take surveys? It's a method to just get all these thoughts out of my head and to vent when I need to without actually directly burdening someone with my problems. No one has to read 'em. It's purely for my benefit, and also to pass the time, which I have too much of. Are there any words that you can’t stand? Derogatory terms for certain groups of people. What are words that you love? Words like "serendipity," "bliss," joyous, bubbly words. I'm blanking on actual terms. If you had an endless supply of money for clothing only, what would you load your closet with? Ohhhh, lots of shit with studs and spikes. :') I've wanted a studded leather jacket since I was in middle school. Have never gotten one because of how pricey they are. :( I'd also get some KILLER boots and just obtain a more gothic wardrobe. I'd love corsets too if my body ever shrinks back to a point I'd be comfortable wearing well-made ones. What is your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. What is your favorite type of candy? Strawberry Sour Punch Straws. What color would you like to paint your nails next? I don't paint my nails. Realistically, they probably won't be 'til my entirely hypothetical wedding, in which case they'll probably be black. What do you think is creepy that society accepts as normal? Urinals, alsdkfja;klwejr. Like I get men's bathrooms give the option of using a stall, but still... side-by-side urinals are so weird and a breach of privacy to me. What is the silliest secret about yourself that you sometimes feel the need to hide? That I enjoy forum RP. I tell NOBODY because I fear being judged and found as weird. Like seriously, in my "real" life, maybe two people know. What do you think is a good date other than dinner and a movie? I want a picnic date really bad kalj;dkl;jwe. Do you dread certain days of the week? If yes, what day/s and why? No. They're all very similar. Do you ever give money to homeless people? No, admittedly. Mom instead likes to sometimes offer them bottles of water or if she's really feeling generous, a cheap meal at like McDonald's or something. She doesn't like to hand out money because, well, we know what a vast majority of homeless people spend it on. Do you like to brag or are you modest? I get really uncomfortable bragging, so I try to be as modest as I can be. What your favourite thing to have on toast? I love giving it a light toast, then adding a thin layer of butter, cinnamon, and sugar. It's bomb. Do you know how to surf? Would you ever like to learn? No to either. If you eat oatmeal, do you have it plain or do you have certain toppings that you like to add to it? I love sprinkling some sugar in there. Would you prefer to spend time with your whole family all at once, or would you rather quality time with one family member at a time? Depends on what I feel up to, but I tend to enjoy family time as a group more. That way, I don't have TOO much pressure to be constantly social. I can just listen sometimes. What is the funniest or strangest thing you’ve ever heard somebody say in their sleep? I have no idea. I worry what people have heard ME say/scream in my sleep. Do you own a pair of slippers? Yeah, they're meerkat ones! :') Choose one: Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: Absolutely a Milky Way. Who was the last person to comment you? My mom. I'm cool, I swear. How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? A lot over all these years, but I'd say that's normal when you've been friends since you were 8 and 10. Do you know anyone who has been arrested? Yes. What are you planning on doing after this? When I'm done taking this survey, I'll probably either go to bed or play a bit of WoW. Idk. Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? I have my alarm set for 7, actually. Ever been the only one trying to fix a relationship? Mhmmmm. -_- What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? The case that came with the phone got a big crack in it. Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? Absolutely not. I would start vomiting. I can't handle the sound or the act in general. Have you been to the beach this year? No; I haven't been in a long time, and I am noooot complaining. Have you ever skipped school just because you were tired? Yes. Are you tan? God no. Do you own any leather? No real leather, no. I never would. Have you ever bought a shot glass? No. Do you have a therapist? Yes. We actually just talked today. Well, technically yesterday. What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you? I don't know. She doesn't really call me bad names. Have you ever listened to Christian music? Not of my own volition, but I've heard it because of other people controlling the radio. Are you the ‘creative child’? Yes, I'm considered that one. Did you like your life when you were in middle school? God no. That's when everything started going downhill. Have you ever been 'popular’? No. Has someone ever tried to convert you? Yes. Are you a fan of muffins? I LOVE muffins. What’s your most recent obsession? It's kinda chilled out now, but when Resident Evil 8: Village released, I was CRAZY over it. I watched SO many different let's plays of it. I think it's safe to say it beats out RE4 as my favorite installment.

[aion-rsa]

15 Hardest PlayStation One Games of All-Time

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The PlayStation is fondly remembered for its classic collection of revolutionary games, advancements in 3D technology, and CD player functionality that let you easily play the Men in Black soundtrack whenever you wanted. As you’ve probably guessed from the title of this article, though, it’s also the home of some of the hardest games of the ’90s.

The PlayStation may have helped move us out of the arcade era and its notorious difficulty levels, but with the challenges of 3D game design came a new set of in-game challenges that tested a generation of gamers in ways that they simply were not prepared for.

Even after we’ve grown accustomed to the machinations and expectations of 3D game design all these years later, I suspect that many modern gamers would struggle to beat the 15 hardest PlayStation One games ever.

15. Crash Bandicoot

One of the funniest things about the release of 2017’s Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy was watching everyone suddenly remember that the Crash Bandicoot games were absurdly difficult. 

Despite their linear design, the Crash Bandicoot games demanded a level of platforming perfection that proved to be elusive enough at a time when modern video game graphics, cameras, and controls made the remakes of the Crash Bandicoot games much more accessible but was nearly impossible to achieve in the early days of PlayStation gaming.

The later Crash Bandicoot games made things slightly easier, but the first title’s combination of intentionally challenging obstacles and a few questionable design decisions make it one of the most truly difficult games of its era.

14. Fear Effect

The original Fear Effect games are awkward to play today for a lot of reasons (casual racism and strange “softcore” cutscenes, for instance), but if you find yourself struggling to make it through these titles, it’s not just because they haven’t aged especially well. Fear Effect was an incredibly difficult game even for its time.

Essentially a blend of Resident Evil-like controls, point and click adventure puzzles, and awkward stealth sequences, Fear Effect is like a Hall of Fame for the most challenging and infuriating gameplay concepts of its era. 

Fear Effect 2 might even be harder than the first game, but the nod here goes to the original for featuring one of the most uniquely difficult gaming experiences the PlayStation has to offer. 

13. Driver

22 years after its release, I’m still convinced that Driver is a prank. How else can you explain developer Reflections Interactive’s decision to make this game’s tutorial mission one of the hardest levels in video game history?

Driver’s first level requires you to complete a series of complex maneuvers in a confined space while racing against a way too short time limit. To make matters worse, the game often fails to recognize when you’ve properly completed a maneuver, which means that you might not pass the test even if you’ve somehow mastered the game’s most complex movies the first time you’re ever asked to perform them. 

If you’re one of the many who has never beaten Driver’s opening level, you may be shocked to find that there are difficulty spikes later in the game that are even more difficult than its notorious opener. At least this game is still better than the sequel. 

12. Oddworld: Abe’s Odyssey

Oddworld’s unique puzzles and strange core mechanics would have made it challenging enough for players just trying to figure out what’s expected of them, but this game goes one step further by employing some of the most unforgiving level design tactics in PlayStation history. 

Your margin for error in this game rarely rises above zero as gunfire and traps constantly threaten to end your fun. While that kind of unforgiving gameplay makes sense in something like a bullet hell title, it can be frustrating to work with in a puzzle game where your trial and error attempts are hindered by an additional series of wrong moves. 

Oddworld: Abe’s Odyssey is clearly meant to be a difficult game, but knowing that doesn’t make it feel any less unforgiving. 

11. Rayman

As strange as it may seem given the evolution of the franchise over the years, the original Rayman is by far one of the hardest games of the ‘90s and arguably one of the hardest platformer games ever made. 

Unlike other platformers that challenge you with rewarding gameplay that requires precision movements, most of Rayman’s challenges can be best described as “bulls***.” The slippery slopes and spiked pits spread generously throughout levels might kill you, but the game’s bizarre enemy spawning system that makes it practically impossible to anticipate their placement certainly will. 

If Rayman isn’t one of the hardest games ever made its certainty among the most frustrating. 

10. Vagrant Story

For years, fans have called Vagrant Story one of the most underrated PlayStation games and one of the most overlooked RPGs ever made. It deserves both those titles, but I think Vagrant Story also deserves to be remembered as an absurdly difficult epic. 

Initially, the challenge of Vagrant Story comes from learning its unique combat system that often leaves you feeling helpless. Even after you’ve made sense of the basics, Vagrant Story’s brutal bosses, clever traps, and even “basic” enemies will constantly make you wonder whether or not you can ever really master what this game throws at you. 

Like Dark Souls, Vagrant Story’s difficulty is very much part of what makes the game work as well as it does. Appreciating that doesn’t make the game any easier, though. 

9. Heart of Darkness

Never heard of Heart of Darkness? I’m not surprised. Even for its time, this was a relatively obscure title that is now fondly remembered for its visuals, excellent story, and interesting gameplay. Mostly, though, Heart of Darkness is remembered for its nearly unrivaled difficulty spikes.  

In fact, Heart of Darkness could give Driver a run for its money in the battle between games with the most absurdly difficult opening levels. Enemies swarm you in this opening section like you’re playing a bullet hell shooter, but the game controls like a particularly clunky FMV puzzler. Even if you know what you’re doing, it’s incredibly difficult to respond to the on-screen action in time. 

Things get slightly better from there, but I’d still say that most gamers will not have the patience for this game’s labyrinth levels, bewildering puzzles, and often painful controls. 

8. Blasto

To be fair to Blasto, this PS1 action game was probably released a generation before technology could properly support it. In another timeline, it might have turned out to be as good as the first Ratchet and Clank game. To be even fairer to Blasto, it starred the late Phil Hartman who always went above and beyond for everything he did, including the voice work for this game. 

With all of that out of the way, let’s focus on Blasto’s real reputation as one of the PS1’s most reliable sources of broken controllers. It’s bad enough that this game’s slow movements and dodgy camera make even basic sections challenging, but the fact that many levels have no barriers to speak of means you spend most of your time falling to your death while trying to complete even simple jumps. 

This is a truly painful gaming experience that snared many unsuspecting gamers with its charm and front-loaded good ideas. 

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7. Einhander

While not the most difficult 2D shoot ‘em up ever made, Einhander was high-profile enough to lure in many early PS1 adopters who were completely unprepared for its retro difficulty level. 

Rather than throw as many enemies at you as possible and call it a day, Einhander increases the health pool of the average enemy while requiring you to navigate some truly devastating death zones. The impact of that design decision really comes thorugh in the game’s boss fights which task you with taking down massive foes who employ complex and shifting attack strategies. 

This is a truly great game that stands the test of time, but don’t let its looks and sounds convince you that Einhander is anything less than a classic example of “NES hard.” 

6. Irritating Stick

Yes, the game’s title gives its difficulty level away, but to truly appreciate how frustrating Irritating Stick is, you’ve got to play it for yourself. 

Irritating Stick is like a blend of Super Monkey Ball and the board game Operation. It requires you to guide a small ball through a series of themed mazes that leave you almost no room to safely maneuver. To make matters worse, you have to race against a constantly ticking clock that’s absurd restrictions essentially require you to truly master this game within a few levels. Of course, true mastery may not be possible for most players as each level seems to add a new wrinkle that makes you wonder how you will ever get through in time. 

Oh, and I have to give a special shout-out to the game’s announcer who screams “Watch out, you’re too close to the edge!” whenever you’re near the game’s barriers. Yes, I know I’m too close to the edge, now kindly leave me the **** alone. 

5. Incredible Crisis

Remember that scene in Metal Gear Solid when you had to mash the Circle button to survive the torture device until it felt like your wrist was going to break? Well, imagine that scene stretched out across most of a full game. That’s Incredible Crisis. 

Incredible Crisis is a collection of eclectic minigames that often require you to mash buttons as fast as humanly possible. Actually, I take that back. No human can be expected to survive this gauntlet of finger destroying terror. Oh, and if a minigame doesn’t require you to furiously mash buttons, that means it’s only going to destroy you in some other strange way. 

The bizarre set of skills required to beat this game means that it may even frustrate gamers who otherwise seek such challenges.

4. Tomb Raider 3

Yes, the first two Tomb Raider games are difficult. However, part of their challenge (especially today) stems from their ambitious design which was often ahead of what you could reasonably expect from video game technology at the time. 

Tomb Raider 3 is on a different (difficulty) level, though. Even if the game didn’t add a ridiculous number of spikes, boulders, pits, and traps waiting to end your run before you know they’re there, its bewildering level design that tried to recreate the experience of having no idea what you’re doing in the middle of a dark tomb has broken even diehard series fans. 

Despite its better moments and incredible pedigree, it’s genuinely hard to recommend this game to anyone but masochists. I genuinely don’t know if it’s possible to beat this game without a strategy guide or walkthrough. 

3. Nightmare Creatures

There’s a degree to which early PlayStation games were fundamentally unprepared to handle the challenges of 3D action/adventure game design. That means that any additional difficulties added to that underlying level of challenge make some games of that era nearly impossible to properly play today. 

I guess that’s just my way of saying that Nightmare Creatures is indeed the nightmare it bills itself as. What would already be a challenging romp through a hellish world of monsters is made that much worse by the presence of an adrenaline system that effectively serves as a time limit and forces you to kill enemies as quickly as possible despite often being unprepared for them in every conceivable way.

Some games throw you into the water to teach you how to swim. Nightmare Creatures holds your head under the water as you lean because it fundamentally doesn’t want you to succeed.

2. Tenchu: Stealth Assassins

The “fall” of the stealth genre from mainstream gaming in recent years has long disappointed genre fans who rank such games among their favorites of all-time. Yet, it has to be acknowledged that even the best stealth games were often difficult in a way that could immediately dissuade even tested gamers. 

While difficulty is a given in many stealth titles, Tenchu sometimes abuses the privilege by going out of your way to remind you that you are weak. Maybe it’s because many of us were just excited to play a game where we were a badass ninja assassin, but the way that Tenchu required you to play it safe and employ trial-and-error tactics to survive its various challenges left many burying their hands in their face as they tried to understand what they were doing wrong. 

Even after you appreciated Tenchu for what it was and even discovered what the game expected of you, it always found a way to force you to make that little mistake that would instantly end a run. 

1. King’s Field

Is it cliche to name a game from eventual Dark Souls developer FromSoftware as the hardest PS1 title ever? For the sake of argument, let’s say it is. That doesn’t change the fact that even Dark Souls veterans will find themselves surprised by how difficult this game truly is. 

King’s Field was pretty revolutionary for its time, which means that many gamers simply didn’t know what they were supposed to be doing when they booted up this title. What the most patient PS1 gamers discovered, though, is that King’s Field is basically a rough draft of Dark Souls combined with an especially difficult dungeon crawler. Even if the game’s ambitious 3D visuals and the jank they produce didn’t create additional challenges, this title’s brutal combat, a parade of traps, confounding controls, deliberately slow pace, and complete lack of direction even made hardcore PC RPG fans wonder what this game was and why it hated them so much.

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King’s Field doesn’t hate you, but it’s a testament to what the game was going for that it’s both clearly an early look at the next 25 years of gaming and a title that will likely still challenge generations to come.

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[butterbeeryuta]

chapter 1: flaxseed muffins and first times

We never really uncovered what happens after death, haven’t we? Some say that we go to heaven or hell, and possibly purgatory. Others say that we live again in another life form. Other sources also believed that the souls of our body are taken to the underworld, or as most of us know, House of Hades. Nonetheless, none of these are true. Well, maybe one of them is somewhat accurate. Ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, only hell exists. Nobody lived a peaceful and pure life, hence why ‘heaven’ cannot be real— or that was at least written on the pamphlet I received a few hours ago. There are different types of hells; for example, Hell 34 only consists of English men who wore a blue polo shirt to play golf, while Hell 3 only have people who died heroically, making their country proud. As for me, yes I, I am going to Hell 127— the hell for people who had embarrassing deaths.

Here I am, in a fucking aeroplane, with 7 men and 5 women around me. I do not remember how I died, I really don’t. The lady with purple horns, who I assume is the flight attendant, distributed a pamphlet to every one of us, and it had everything written down. Not going to lie though, reading ‘you are dead and you are on your way to hell’ was something I was not expecting, nor did I want to hear. Then again, that is what life is in a way— you will face challenges and events that to do not appeal to you. Or I guess it would be more appropriate to say afterlife since I died with embarrassment.

‘Vaginas and Dicks, for your safety, not that it really matters since you all are practically dead, follow our goddamn instructions. Wear that safety belt, or something will happen to you— I personally do not know what happens since nobody has ever done it— and for now, please wear the green headphones in front of you, and a clip of your death will be displayed on your shitty screens. Enjoy devils.’ The purple woman said enthusiastically with the brightest smile, her red lips outlining the yellow tint of her teeth. Eagerly wanting to know why my death was considered ‘embarrassing,’ I grabbed the earphones, quickly placing them on my head. The small black screen in front of me suddenly lightened up; different splashes of colour decorating the plain rectangle. The different colours blended with another to form some sort of sphere, which only was shaped into you, soon followed by the background. I was in the restaurant with my little cousin, Seomin, eating the flaxseeds muffin I ordered as an attempt to be healthy for once in my life. Quite ironic that I’m now dead. Nonetheless, I was chewing on my muffin while Seomin was talking about how Mulan is the best Disney princess film ever—which she is not wrong—and I, being the best older cousin in this fucked up world— was not giving a damn. I was confused at this point since nothing happened. It got me wondering, did I die on the spot when I wasn’t listening to Seomin, or did my parents pray for Daddy Satan to come and collect me?

I let the video play, but I had to take a look at other people’s reaction to their death… honestly, some were quite hilarious. One pretty girl had her fingers on her scalp, mouth wide agape as she watches herself die to a point it was embarrassing. One rather young man with caramel-brown hair was trying his best to hold in his laughter as his joy-filled eyes was watching himself… die. Gosh, that sounded really wrong to say.

‘OH MY GOD HELP ___________ IS CHOKING! SOMEONE HELP MY COUSIN!’

Excuse me?

With no hesitation, my eyes turned back to the device the moment I heard my name tore out of Seomin’s throat, and I looked fucking ugly and in need of help; my eyes were wide open, my limbs were pathetically waving around, and I was making the world’s most unattractive noises which will surely act as a cockblock. Oh god, this cannot be the way how I died. One middle-aged man ran up to dying me, wrapped his arms around my chest as he kept pushing hard. Meanwhile, his nasty ass teenage son was just filming me choke to death. Literally. How nice of you kid. Although the video was still playing, it was way too damn obvious. I fucking choked on a healthy ass muffin, and died. How embarrassing is that? My parents called me a disappointment when I came home with a 84% on my Biology test, what more will they say when they find out that I didn’t know how to chew my food?

‘Oh damn, that’s how you died? You choked on a muffin? That’s both sad and embarrassing man’ a man’s voice beside me says, causing me to jump slightly from the sudden noise. I face turned towards him, and the sneeky-ass bitch was looking at my screen. This man was watching my death. What the fuck dude?

‘Excuse me, but who are you? This is quite a private moment don’t you think?’ I sharply asked, disliking that fact that this guy shamelessly watched me choke on a muffin. He just giggled in response, very similar to a child’s giggle. Did it warm my heart a bit? Yeah, maybe a little. But there was no way I was going to admit that. If he saw me dying in embarrassment, then so shall I.

‘Sorry, sorry. You were constantly shaking your head while watching so I thought yours was going to be quality conten— YO WOMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’

‘I’M GOING TO WATCH HOW YOU DIE CAUSE YOU SAW MINE CREEP!’ I screamed back as I took his earphones, trying my best to click on the play button. This would have been so much easier if this man’s strong hands were not stopping me from seeing the truth behind his body giving up on him. Without thinking, which is how I usually work anyway, I gathered all of my strength, pushing the doe-eyed man down, successfully hitting the play button. Ignoring the groan from the guy beside me, he was in a circle with a bunch of his guy friends, or probably his orgy mates who knows, and black-haired boy looked very lost.

‘Mark, truth or dare?’

‘Uhh, truth I guess?’ Mark, who is apparently the guy next to me pouting, replies unsurely as he bit his lower lip.

‘In detail, tell us how your first time went,’ one of the boys in the video asks, which only made alive Mark go pale. It wasn’t just a normal type of pale, he was PALE pale. Then it hit me like the way my mother hits me in the back of my head with a slipper. The bitch literally died of embarrassment. Slowly pulling the headphones off, Mark was still pouting as he played with his fingers. Now that I think about it, this guy is pretty adorable… adorably stupid.

‘Are you going to make fun of me now or?’ He asks softly, avoiding eye contact. Though now that I think about it, we never really made eye contact.

‘Not really. For fuck’s sake I choked on a goddamn flaxseeds muffin—‘

‘Oh my, you died from being healthy?’ Mark laughs, which to my surprise, had me smiling at his rather contagious laugh. Shamelessly nodding at his words, I then asked him a question I’ve been meaning to ask since seeing that video.

‘Tell me, how is it even possible to die like that?’ I asked as I crossed my arms. His bright smile instantly dropped; his facial expression alone could tell that he had no answer to your question. Feeling kind of bad for the kid, I told him to let it go, which for some reason, made him somewhat relieved. Believe or not though, I ended up talking to Mark for the whole plane ride. He was born and raised in Canada, and studied mechanical engineering… until he became friends with drug dealers and got high on a weekly basis. I also found out that his laugh is the funniest thing about the cute guy. As for my side, I ended up telling him about how I was an art teacher at an international school in Australia. But of course, I ended up making the art pieces for the students once they paid me. Now that I think about, maybe there is a reason to why I am destined to go to hell. Nonetheless, I made a friend on my way to Hell 127, how fucked up yet cool is that.

‘Alright pussies and cocks, we will shortly arrive to your destination: Hell 127.’

a/n: that’s chapter 1 everyone! mark and __________ already got to know each other, but this is just the beginning of one chaotic fluffy story ya’ll. if you’re interested in this fic, let me know that you want to be added to the taglist <3

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THE ANGELS ARE WATCHING CHAPTER 4: ROTTEN ON THE INSIDE

We are all candy covered on the outside Peel away the shell and we're rotten on the inside

We are all angry, angry on the inside Peel away the shell and we're frightened on the inside -lollirot

Her skin was purple in the light. A halo of light surrounded her like she was the Virgin Mary. The Bullet Hole, a bar famous for a shootout back in the seventies, was not very busy. I could hear the small chatter of the drinkers at tables. I chose, perhaps, the most depressing spot I could think of. The bartenders have a sense of humor, they joke about sex and death. The regulars go there because nobody they know will walk in on them drowning themselves in alcohol. Everyone comes in drunk, they leave close to alcohol poisoning. The alcoholics and sex fiends flock to the Bullet Hole to milk out the blood from each other, and the sorrow from themselves.

“So uh, what’s up with this place?” She asks.

“Its a fun place to get a drink at,” I say, “it’s called the Bullet Hole.”

“Why?”

“About ten ish years ago it was the site of a triple murder-suicide.”

“Gnarly. Why are we going into it?”

“Because it’s a fun place to get a drink at.” I repeat

“You sure? Because it looks like a place you’d go to because there are no kids within a ten mile radius.”

“Don’t worry you’re safe. I’ve been here tons of times. It’s just sad divorcees and old war veterans. They won’t bother you.”

“I’m not worried about that, I can handle myself.” She retorts.

“Of course you can, you’re what? Five feet in socks? Terrifying.” I joke. She rolls her eyes playfully.

“More like five foot one and a half inch, mister.”

“Oh, even scarier!”

“I am, yeah!”

“I could crush you by resting an arm on your head. You’re fragile like paper.”

“Am not.” She argues. I raise an arm and place in on her head like she’s a countertop.

“Huh, how’s the weather down there echidna?” I say in an aloof voice.

“Hey!” She laughs. I’m careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Hmmm I think I hear a voice, but it’s…. so low down…. I can barely hear from so far away…” I take my arm off her when she makes an annoyed noise.

“Shut up.” She says. And after a moment she continues. “Echidna?”

“Yeah, it’s uh,” I struggle to justify my reasoning. “A small animal.”

“Oh. Is it cute like I am?” She asks, teasingly.

“You’re cuter. Your junk isn’t on your chin.” She laughs

“Echidnas sound gross.”

“They are. They look like genitals with necrosis.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah,” I hold open the door “shall we?” She nods and walks into the bar.

Each chapter part two

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Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole. How cold and late it is! Why don't they come And put him into bed? Why don't they come? -disabled, Wilfred Owen

“So you’re saying you’ve never heard of Oscar Wilde.” She states incredulously.

“Nope. Not a word. Why, is he an actor or something?” I ask. She shakes her head, fully astonished.

“No! He is only THE best writer in the entire WORLD” She says.

“Oh yeah? What did he write?”

“Many things! He wrote the picture of Dorian Grey, The decay of lying, the importance of being Earnest, a story about a nightingale and a rose…” she trails off. “You’ve seriously never heard of him?” I revel in her shock and subsequent attention.

“Nope. He any good?”

“Yes! He’s super good- he’s the most influential and important person ever. He is the most beautiful man-“

“Wait. Cuter than me?” I tease

“Well, no, I guess not. He kind of looked like a Columbine shooter, but that doesn’t matter. He’s beautiful purely by virtue of existence.” She says, as if she had memorized her lines ahead of time.

“By virtue of existence.” I echo. I had, in fact, heard of Oscar Wilde. I had read a  poem his a while ago, after I read the last few lines in bright yellow graffiti under a bridge.

“Yeah. Anyway, not to make you jealous or anything,” She laughs. I smile.

“Never.” I lied.

I take another sip of alcohol. I have a higher tolerance, I’ve been drinking since fourteen. The little miss love of my life hadn’t drank a drop before her birthday last month. I’m in the clear, she’s slurring her words. She laughs.

“Anyway, isn’t he beautiful?” She says. The alcohol is making her brain fuzzy, and I slip something into her drink while she isn’t looking.

“The one that looks like a columbine shooter?” I ask, teasing.

“Yeah. Him. I don’t like school shootings, I don’t like murder. It’s morally wrong and makes me feel all icky. But I’d love to watch something die at some point. I want to be there to see the light leave their eyes. Death intrigues me.” She says.

I chuckle darkly, looking away at the dirt-caked floors and cockroaches.

“You might just get your wish.” I say dryly.

“What? Oh, look! Fire!” She points over at the corner, where indeed, there was a fire. It was very small, but in the minds of several drunks, it rivaled the twin towers. Several patrons ran out screaming, while others seemed to have caught the suicide train and stayed in their seats, sobbing for the flames to take them. I flinched, imagining my blackened skin curling like paper under the deceptively beautiful golden flames.

“Fuck.” I say. I grab her hands and lead her out the door. There are three exits, I use the one with less frantic drunk people going through it. She laughs

“Fire! Fire! Fire!” She claps, laughing like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Yeah, fire. Fire.” I echo.

I hope she’s not a necrophiliac.

The fire was instantly squashed out, apparently it happens a lot there. The owner of the Bullet Hole came out in the cool night air and addressed the crowd of disgruntled drunks and divorcees.

“Listen,” he said, old hoarse voice full of annoyance. “Apparently one of you drunk idiots decided it would be a good idea to start a fire in a cup of alcohol, despite the fact that there is a strict no lighter policy in the bar.” He pointed at a sign outside the door. Sure enough, there was a picture of a lighter with a cross over it. “If nobody listens to the signs, what’s the point of them? I’ve got THIRTY FUCKING TWO SIGNS OVER THE ENTIRE JOINT” he starts yelling. “SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. STOP LIGHTING THINGS ON FIRE.”and with that, he took a deep breath, let it out, and went inside the bar. The door locked and the fluorescent open sign turned off. I turn to Alice.

“You okay?” I say. She nods.

“Fire is scary. But it’s also… hot. Fire is the whore of agony! I love it! I love it! I love it!” She starts laughing again. I shake my head.

“It’ll start to kick in soon.” I say.

“What?”

“Yeah. And you’ll run, right? Because you’re afraid? It’ll happen. It’s the chemicals in your brain. Thirty minutes in.”

“You’re funny.” She said.

I took out my phone. 8:17. The day was blue with the setting sun. The night sky gets dark early now. I look at her. Her face looks loopy. Her hair is tangled. She’s got dark circles under her eyes. She looks like someone that got tuberculosis in the Victorian era. She looks like someone thought her dying form was so beautiful they put her picture in every newspaper to commemorate the tragic beauty. She looks like if Simonetta Vespucci was born in the 20th century, and people treated her the same. She looks like people treat her like she isn’t a person, she’s just that beautiful.  I don’t, I know that she’s alive. I know that she has thoughts and feelings. I know that she’s so intelligent she could look like absolute shit and it wouldn’t matter. I know her. I know her. I know her. And if I wrote a book about our love I would write her name over and over again for the prologue.

Alice. Alice. Alice.

She looks alarmed.

“Have you decided I want to kill you? I don’t. That’s just the drugs” I say, “and you can be afraid all you want. But I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you safe forever.”

“I-uh-“ she stammers, award of the sudden danger I possess to her. That’ll be a side effect of the drug, I assume. Intense fear. She takes off running and I stay back to watch her suddenly retreating from. I’ll give her a head start.

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Till death shoots us apart (2)

Mafia!au

Yoongi X Reader X Hoseok ft. got7

Warnings: mentions of death, illegal things, sex, and violence

Words: 3k

To free herself from her abusive husband she must pay the biggest debt of them all. Murder his rival but what happens if she falls for the man she is supposed to kill?

previous part.

[previously]

Finally, you reached the back door and walked out. The sound of your heels and could be heard tapping the pavement of the Brooklyn streets. Soon after you heard the steps of someone else.

You smirked.

Got him.

Not long after that thought passed your mind, you were pinned to the brick wall by your shoulders. You looked up and came face to face with a panting Yoongi. His raven hair covered his lust filled eyes.

"Just where do you think you're going with that pretty little mouth of yours, missy?" He grumbled from depths of his throat.

You smirked in satisfaction, bottom lip stuck between your teeth, you stood nose high with no Intentions of breaking eye contact.

You observed him. The way he would undress you with just the help of his eyes, the way his chest would rise and fall and most importantly the way his neck would glisten with sweat. Your eyes lingered on his neck for longer than you'd like to admit.

He was indeed, truly attractive.

"Why do you wanna know ?" You cocked your head to the side, exposing your neck in return. You simpered when you saw his brown orbs bounce down to your throat then back to your eyes.

"You think you can just look at me like you did, talk to me like you did and then leave?" He chuckled with a shake of his head. Past his raven hair, his eyes burned holes in yours.

"Who do you think I am?" The sound of his deep voice -so deep it almost sounded like he was growling made you want to press your knees together, anything to create some kind of friction to your core.

That thought alone caught you off guard. How was he making your knees go weak with little to no effort?

Not even Hoseok had managed to get your aroused in such little time in your early stages of dating.

Focus y/n , you can't give in.

Crossing your arms, you switch your weight to your left foot. The night was windy but you knew for a fact that the wind wasn't the only reason goosebumps formed on your skin.

"I don't care about who you are." You ran your tongue over your red painted lips, moisturizing them in the process.

The moon illuminated his visage with a blue tinge. His brows creased and you watched as he sniggered.

"I'll make you scream my name that way you'll care about me till the day you die." He puckered his lips, aiming for yours but with the help of your arms reaching between your two bodies and pushing him off, he missed.

You grabbed him by the collar and leaned in to whisper in his ear, making sure that your lips grazed his earlobe.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not a little whore with no morals. You could of least asked my name, right?"

His breath hitched and the raven-haired man remained silent.

"705 upper James street. That's where I work tomorrow." With that, you let go of him and walked passed him all while swaying your hips seductively. His orbs burned holes through your posterior but you didn't dare look back.

Now all you had to do was hope that the man would show up because if he did I'd be game over for him. You'd have him right where you wanted him. ______ 8AM was the time.

This early in the morning you'd usually still be sleeping alone in your shared bed with Hoseok probably somewhere cheating on you or recovering from his hangover in the living-room but on this windy Monday in Brooklyn, you were changing the diaper of a ten-month-old baby in a rundown daycare.

You always loved children and wanted some of your own one day but when Hoseok grew irresponsible, you quickly abandoned your dreams of motherhood.

This was the perfect fake job to soften the mobster's heart. By now you knew that they were all the same, hard on the outside and very soft on the inside. He had to have a soft spot for babies....right?

After bribing the daycare by paying off their debts, Hoseok had managed to get you this job in less than a day. He knew where you worked but not where you lived and you planned on keeping it that way. No matter how many times the clingy man would beg for you to tell him, you refused.

He would probably show up in the middle of the night -extra drunk and horny, wanting your attention and in all honesty, feeling his fingers on your skin made you want to rip his head off at times. Knowing he had been with multiple other women while in a committed relationship with you disgusted you and made you ask yourself why deep down in your heart you still loved him.

You shook vigorously your head as if that would make all the frustrating thoughts of him fall right out of your mind.

It didn't.

"Y/ n, there's somebody here for you." you faintly heard you coworker shout from the front door.

Your smile grew too wide as you gently picked up the baby from the changing table a put him down where he crawled happily with the rest of the babies. You made your way to the door carefully, making sure not to step on a baby's hand or foot -or just a baby in general.

There he was, leaning on the door. The black coat he wore engulfed his pale body in warmth. No doubt in mind that he was probably hiding a gun somewhere. Perhaps in the back pocket of his ripped denim jean?

He wasn't the tallest of men but his presence was definitely intimidating.

"So y/n is the name, huh ?" He grumbled, still leaned against the doorframe.

You grin, body slightly bent and pressed against the counter waiting for him to get to you.

He finally moves, Steps lazy and slow, he isn't smiling.

"You know ... you're the first girl I had to put this much effort into." he exhales, scratching the back of his neck with his lanky fingers.

"Wow, then I don't want to know what kind of girls you've been with." You grimace. "Letting you fuck without even knowing my name? Pathetic." you prop your elbows on the counter and rest your head in your palms. You glance up through your lashes, playful smile on your lips. "what do you want?"

His brows jump and this time he's pushed back his hair with the help of gel so they're on full display.

"You're literally the one that told me to come here?"

"Nah ah, hold your horses' buddy," You hold out your index just inches away from his nose "I just kinda mentioned you where I worked. I  never specifically asked you to come. So I am asking again, what do you want?"

He throws his head back, laughing out loud before regaining his stoic expression. "Wow, this girl..." he tuts "You must truly not know who I am?"

"Yes, and I also don't care ." You pipe, amused. Irritating him must have been the funniest thing you'd seen in a while.

His thin lips would pucker into a pout, he’d sigh or grumble something, he’d look up at the sky just to avoid making eye contact : that was Min Yoongi in a flustered state and you'd only seen little of it but it was a no-brainer that getting him this way was now one of your favorite things.

"Let's see how you'll sass me when your mouth would be filled with my c-"

"HEY!" blood rushes to your cheeks as you dart your eyes around the room to see if any of your coworkers had heard anything from his sinful mouth "First of all, we are in public and second of all, the  CHILDREN." You squeak out.

He finally smiles.

"Anyways since you're insisting ..." he extends his arm, looking at his short nails in utter boredom -he had the habit of biting them off when alone. "fine I'll go on a date with you, just because I pity you." His gums showed when he smiled cheekily, loving the way your face morphed in confusion.

You burst out laughing "I know this is probably the first time you've asked a lady out since before you were too busy being a man whore but no need to put words in my mouth, sir."

The corners of his lips can't help but lift themselves into a small grin, eyes taking in how beautiful you look barefaced and pressed against the counter comfortably. "Did you just call me a whore?"

You burst out laughing again.

"Say that again and I won't just be putting words in your mouth-"

You choke on your spit, eyes bulging and once again looking over your shoulder to make sure no one heard. "Hdhshshs STOP WITH THE sexual JOKES mmthanks"  you made sure to shout every word but 'sexual' as you grabbed your jacket then his arm and led the both of you out the door.

"W-wait can you just leave work like that ?" Brows furrowed in worry, Yoongi looks over his shoulder, the distance between your two bodies and the daycare continuously increasing with each step you took. "A-ah yes, I was actually just filling in for a coworker but she's arrived now "You lie and grimace over how obvious it sounds that it isn't true but you're quick to change the subject. "Now, what about this date?"

"Quack Quack !" You chased the duck alongside the pond playfully.

You used to do this all the time with your brother before you met Hoseok

"You know, when I said date I wasn't imagining this" he lets out lazily, slouching himself deeper into the park's bench.

You stop mid-track, chest heaving with your hands in your back pockets, you walk over to him.” I haven't known you for more than two days but I can already tell moving or doing anything with your body other than sex of course" you mumbled that last part "isn't your cup of tea " you finish with a sigh.

"You're not completely wrong about that but you're also not completely right "he mutters, hinting at his gangster life he thinks you're oblivious to. The mafia world was truly ruthless when it came to physical stuff. You had to be in good shape in order to fight and defend yourself better which meant he worked either by going to the gym and running on a treadmill or running from bullets in a drug-échange-went-wrong scenario.

You cock your head to the side, acting confused as if you had no idea what he was trying to say. The man smiles briefly. "you know, I think you're the first women I spent this much time without doing anything sexual." He stated a matter of faculty.

"T-thank you ... I guess?" You carefully sit beside him making sure to leave some space between your two bodies.

"Now that I've come to think about it, I don't actually know your name." You lie. Even if you lied you still felt embarrassed about not asking his name sooner-of course you knew it but hello you had a game to play here- your cheeks turn crimson at the thought of you practically scolding him for not asking for your name last night.

He lets out a deep chuckle, a mischievous smile spreads across his visage." I think you should earn the right to know my name" the tension between you two was thick -thicker than his sniper Jungkook ass. You force yourself to not think about the amount of time you spent looking at jungkook back in the club when he’d get up. 

But this wasn't a Jungkook story, no it wasn’t.

 You were defying  Yoongi with your eyes and he was doing the same. You rose a brow and he did the same. You lifted your chin and guess what? He did the same! 

You finally broke the eye contact "Wow, you're serious?" A sigh escapes your lips.

"Yep" 

This fucking bitch.

"Okay, whatever. Let's go somewhere fun, nameless stranger" You bounce off the seat, quickly intertwining your fingers in his and pulling him up.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach for the first time.

Its so sudden and he can't comprehend the feeling so he gasps for air, thinking that id help somehow and you're quick to turn your head around worried, only to see his cheeks flushed. The weather has considerably dropped so you don't think any further, regaining your consistent steps.

"It's here " you look back, a sly smile on your mouth. You had dragged him here by foot even though he had a car because you insisted that the windy Brooklyn air would aid him, considering what had happened moments before.

Of course, he complained all the way till you arrived in front of a building He looked back at you, eyebrows screwed together in confusion.

"Laser Quest?"

"Laser Quest!" You sang out cheerfully.

The man was a mobster Guns Laser quest equals guns too. But no deaths just fun. The goal of the game was to shoot as many people in order to win.

You knew Yoongi would love this sort of game. You could tell by the way he was smiling after the worker explained the rules of the game to him.

He struggled and you watched him.

Five minutes had passed and the man was still struggling to strap his vest on.

That surprised you 

All the bulletproof vests he must have worn yet, he can’t put on a laser quest vest ?? Boi if u don't.

"Suga, come here I'll help you ."

You place yourself in front of the man taller than you by only a few inches.

His eyes bounce up from the tricky straps to you. Gaze immediately hardening.  You had just called him by his the name he used underground. 

In his mind, you were oblivious to his double life but calling him that proved him wrong You did it on purpose because playing with fire thrilled you. It sent you a wave of adrenaline which pumped into your veins a spread over your body like a sick disease.

Your life depends on the next words you’d choose.

"Since your not telling me your name I thought calling you Suga would be nice. You're pale and your smile is sweet so the name suits you the most " your smile was innocent, tugging on the straps of his vest playfully. You flutter your lashes.

His expression softens but he remains unreadable as he studies your features. You couldn't decipher what he was thinking no matter how hard you tired.

Fuck, why did I say that? What was I thinking? Now out of all-

  He pecks you on the lips, catching you off guard, you fling your eyelids open, sucking in a breath.

"Can you please help me with my vest ?" He pipes sweet and innocent.

You don’t budge, too lost in the feeling of his lips on your to even acknowledge that he’d just asked you something.

 It was the first man who had kissed you other than Hoseok.

It was small but you still felt it, the peng of guilt in your heart. Perhaps, your body still believes you belong to Hoseok. His touch is the only thing you are truly familiar with.  You had to be real with yourself, you might have left that man but it wouldn't be an easy task forgetting the feelings stored deep in your heart that hammered against your chest wildly.

Despite all the emotions you felt for the redhead, it didn't stop the flutter, the adrenaline that rushed in after Yoongi placed his lips on yours.

You cleared your throat almost aggressively "D-don't k-kiss me without my permission" you stuttered, Strapping him up too tightly on purpose. With one final tug, you finished, stepping back and beelining for the door where the game was held behind.

It was better than expected. It was fun. He was fun. When he unsurprisingly won the game, picked you up bridal style and started spinning you around. That was fun. When he smiled at you and thanked you because he was genuinely having a good time... That was adorable. It made your heart stutter.  Especially when after winning the game he asked for a kiss on the cheek and just when you were about to kiss him he unexpectedly turned around just in time to collide his lips with yours That was nice...

Snap out of it y/ n! Don't forget why you're here!

Reminded yourself again -you had a feeling you were going to be doing that a lot.

You're here to seduce him. You're just doing this to earn his trust don’t forget it.

In moments like these when your heart would go soft, you thought of your brother. Your sick brother waiting for you to come back for him and run off with him to a better life. That put you right back in your place. The genuine smiles you gave Yoongi earlier would now become fake.

"Now do I have the right to know your name, Suga?" A smile graced his soft features and the little wrinkles near his eyes made this mobster even more adorable. You picked on the extra cheese that fell from your pizza as you waited for an answer.

The restaurant area near the arcade was filled with the laughs of children, teenagers and the frustrated groans of the parents that lost their kids in the crowd.

Lips parted, he was about to speak but he was soon interrupted by the chime of his phone. 

He sighed, annoyed when checking the caller iD.

He chose to ignore it, not wanting to spare you his attention longer than he already had. You waved it off, taking about four more bites of your pizza until it had completely disappeared

 You were tempted to get up and buy some more but heck you have more important things to do - "Soooo...?" you started losing patience.

"Well-" His phone rung

This time he picked up. "Why are you calling me? Didn't I say this was my day of-" he was cut short by the person on the other side of the line. He listened attentively, nodding and humming every once in a while.

He hung up, standing abruptly from his chair, he sent you an apologetic smile.

"I-i need to go I'm sorry.”He dug into his pocket to retrieve money and soon after slapped two 50 dollar bills on the table “take an uber or something.” he managed to spit out before disappearing into the crowd.

That's how the date ended. He left you at Laser Quest alone and ran off to whatever businesses he had to urgently attend to.

Shortly after, you left too.

The day after, 1PM.

You got out of your shitty Toyota Corolla with a huff, ready for your second day of work. To your luck, you worked the third shift so you slept in this morning.

The little bell chimed as you got into the daycare.

"Y/n!"  at the counter stood Yoongi.

Eyes filled with relief, he leaped towards you, lacing your fingers with his.

You stood unfazed, still sour over how the date had ended. 

He smiled, tight-lipped. "I've been here since 7am waiting for you. I'm sorry about how I left yesterday. Something urgent came up."

You softened, looking up at his orbs who screamed for forgiveness.

"I needed to see you again" There it was again. The stutter of your chest. The untamed butterflies.

[chungledown-bimothy]

Happiest Place on Earth

Summary: Roman wants to make his 5th anniversary with Patton extra special. He just needs a bit of (unknowing) help from his boyfriend to make it happen.

Also on Ao3

Warnings: swearing (if there’s anything else, let me know)

Words: 947

Tag list: @emo-sanders-sides-loving-unicorn​ @ren-allen​ @bloodropsblog​ @roxiefox23​ @mollycassmith​

One Month Ago:

“I know it’s not for another month, but I have your anniversary present to give to you,” Roman practically cooed, knowing full well that it’s the best way to get Patton to say yes.

“You are so sweet, Ro, but I’m still working on your present. Are you sure you don’t want to wait?” Patton was a little nervous. He knew what that tone in Roman’s voice meant- he had something big planned. 5 years is a major milestone, so they were both giving it their all. Patton was counting on every day he could get to finish cross-stitching Roman’s favorite picture of the two of them. But Roman was making those damn puppy-dog eyes, and he couldn’t say no to the love of his life when he was being that cute.

“My love, I promise, you want to know what it is now rather than the day of,” Roman pleaded.

“You know I’m going to say yes. You’ll still have to wait for your present, but what are you up to this time, my prince?” Roman squealed with delight and handed Patton several sheets of paper.

“Ta daa! One week in LA. Starting with Disneyland, of course, but after that is whatever we feel like doing!”

“Roman…” Patton began softly, “You are absolutely amazing. I love you so much.” He ignored the part of himself that was screaming to propose right then and there. He’d had the ring for months, he just hadn’t found the right time and place. What better time and place than the Happiest Place on Earth on our anniversary? He’s such a romantic, he’ll love it.

Three Weeks Ago:

Patton was settling in for their weekly movie night (this week it was Disney, of course) when he noticed a certain mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“I know that face, Princey. What’s up?”

“I was just thinking about our Disneyland trip. How hilarious would it be if one of us fake-proposed to one of the face characters?”

“Oh my god Ro that would be the funniest thing. You should totally do it!” shit shit shit shit shit does he know? No, I’m just being paranoid. Our relationship is healthier than those kind of games. He’d just talk to me about it if he knew, or just keep it to himself and wait until I have the guts to do it. It really would be funny to do it.

“Okay but who?”

“Hmm…. Gaston!! You can get all flowery and flamboyant like you’re so good at about how handsome he is. I’ll help you practice!”

“Yaaaaas This is gonna be an unforgettable trip.” More than you know, my love.

One Week Ago:

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Roman giggled and winked at his blushing boyfriend.

“You nerd. You absolutely flaming goofball. Aside from the fact that that was one of the worst marriage proposals ever, no matter how much we both love Mr. Darcy, you’re proposing to Gaston. You know, ‘How can you read this? There’s no pictures’ Gaston. He wouldn’t appreciate the reference.”

“You’re right, my love. I just wanted to see your ‘I love Mr. Darcy’ face. It’s so fucking cute.”

“God, you're the worst. I love you so much.”

“As I love you, my dearest.”

Present:

“Oh my god Pat we’re actually at Disneyland. First thing’s first- Dole Whip!”

“Okay but then we’re working our way to the grey stuff- I’ve heard it’s delicious, and not just from the dishes.”

“God your jokes are the worst. Let’s go, my love.” The two men practically skipped off to find their treats.

Their first stop was Adventureland for Dole Whips. After an obscene amount of sugar and a few attracts, they made their way through Frontier land and into Fantasyland, where they beelined to find the grey stuff. As they were almost to the cafe, Patton noticed Gaston posing with some guests.

“Oh my god Ro it’s Gaston go do it I’ll film the whole thing,” Patton urged.

“Lol okay as soon as the people with him leave.”

“Ooh they just did. Go go go! Just like we practiced.”

“You know damn well that you don’t need to tell me how to make a grand, romantic gesture.”

With a wink and a flourish, Roman sashayed toward Gaston as Patton took out his phone and followed behind, recording.

“My dearest, sweetest love. My heart has been completely yours since the beginning, and by some miracle you’ve given me yours. You are the greatest, kindest, most selfless person I have ever known. You make everyday better and brighter just by being your incredible, beautiful self. I want to spend the rest of our lives trying to make you as happy as I am when you smile. I want to be there with you through thick and thin, the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health.”

Roman turned around to face Patton, dropped to one knee, and pulled out a ring.

“Patton Sanders, will you make the the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Patton almost dropped his phone in surprise. Tears quickly started pooling in his eyes as he put his phone in his pocket and took out the ring he’d been carrying all day.

“Roman Thompson, you romantic idiot, you beat me to it. I was going to propose when we watched the fireworks tonight. Of course I’ll marry you. Stand up and kiss me, you fool.”

Roman, fully aware that they had an audience at this point, dipped his fiancé as they kissed.

[jwnchstr]

She’s Crazy But She’s Mine

SUMMARY: Kidnapped by your ex-boyfriend. Sam and Dean came to rescue you.

WORD COUNT: 1534

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Inspired by a song She’s Crazy, but She’s Mine by Alex Sparrow. (G/n) = guy’s name

DATE: 12102017

WHEN YOUR SENSES came alive, the first thing that you feel was aches all over your body especially your neck and shoulders. You winced as you slowly tilted your light-headed head. You feel like it was bouncing like a bubble-head doll. You felt the urge to lie flat down on the floor because you felt the world spinning. And that’s when you realise you’re on a chair, being tied tightly with your hands on the armrest.

You panicked, but you’re too weak to protest or fight against your current situation. You opened your eyes and you saw a man in the shadow, sitting on a chair. There was a desk separated between you two, but both of you were not in a room. It looked like a garage with the tools on the shelves and on the tables; and there was a big black car parked not far from where both of you were sitting. You were glad because you’re claustrophobic.

You grunted as you moved your muscles, waking them up. God knows for how long you’ve passed out.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the man said. With you blurry vision, you saw a smirk on his face and you felt like you’ve seen that smirk before, but you couldn’t pinpoint where because your memory hasn’t come yet. There was clouds in your mind.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Rise and shine.” He got up from his seat and gently walked towards you, coming into the light. You saw his face and you knew he was familiar. “How’s your sleep?”

You lazily looked around. “Where am I?” You asked. Your voice was barely out. Your throat was dry and that man could hear it, but didn’t even offer water.

The man raised his eyebrows as if surprised with your question. “Are you amnesiac?” he asked, in which you frowned. “Or, you just good at forgetting everything once you left someone?”

You looked at him in the eyes, progressing what he said in your head. Your mind was processing about how you got here; when you looked around, you try to think back if you knew this place; and with the man close in front of you, you tried to remember who he was – and if you couldn’t, at least, his voice must remind you of someone.

But before your brain could process more – and you’re surprised with yourself that you cannot think fast like you used to – someone crashed into the garage. You jumped on your seat, shocked. Every ounce in your body adapted any strange sound and noise that a sudden gunshot and a man screaming didn’t budge you.

The man – your kidnapper – turned around to see the intruders and he laughed. “Oh, baby, we’ve got visitors,” he said enthusiastically. “Hello, there! Come in, come in! I’m sorry about the mess. Me and, uh, my girl here is having a talk.”

One of the two new men, Dean, glanced at you angrily when the kidnapper regarded you as his girl. You don’t know what to say to him, so you kept quiet. Plus, you still don’t remember anything about your kidnapper – that is if he was right that you two got history.

“What are you two talking about?” Dean asked rather warily than curious. You’re still blur about the situation, but Dean knows who the kidnapper of yours is. As he pointed his gun at him, he’s standing in a ready-to-fight stance as Sam covered him at the back.

“Um, you know,” your kidnapper shrugged. “About how she fucked up our relationship? She said she needed some time, but –“ he laughed, “I saw her with a new man. I mean, do ‘needing some time to think’ means getting someone replace you? Seriously, she’s a mess. She’s a fucking mess!”

“Huh. So, what are you going to do, kill her?” Dean played along.

The kidnapper paused, thinking for a few seconds. “I don’t think I want to kill her. Or, maybe I’d want to, but slowly. I want to let her feel what I feel when she dumped me and lied to me…and cheated on me.”

“She…cheated on you?” Dean knows you didn’t because you were hard to get. It took him a few months to go out with you even though you were already single that time. So he knows that you weren’t cheating on anybody before him.

“Yeah. Like I said, she needed time by replacing me.”

“Oh, man. I think you should see from her point of you view. Maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s protecting you. Maybe she loved you, but you didn’t appreciate her.”

Your kidnapper smirked. “She goes out every night and getting home late. Where else did she go if not the pub and drink and had sex someone else?”

You shook your head at this, slowly remember those memories and the person that you made with those memories. Dean saw what you did. Some pride in him building up, like he felt glad to be in a relationship with you. It just confirmed him that you’re faithful and, when you’re in a relationship with someone, you’re serious.

“Have you tried asking her?” Dean knew where you went because, even before with Dean, you’re a hunter. In fact, you both met on a job.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And what did she say?”

“’It’s complicated.’”

“’It’s complicated?’”

“Yes, that! But she’s just trying to save herself because she’s a whore! She kissed different men every day. Bang different men every night! She’s full of herself. Selfish. That’s what she is.”

Dean laughed at that, even though his heart was boiling with rage. “You need to watch your mouth, buddy. Because she ain’t just somebody to you.”

Your kidnapper pulled his face. “You’re backing her up?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered confidently.

“Wait, who are you again?”

Dean smiled proudly. “I’m her boyfriend.” You heart fluttered when he said that.

“Her boyfriend?” Dean nodded his head. “You mean, her new boyfriend?”

“Yeap, that I am – and a proud one.”

Your kidnapper chuckled in betrayal. “You’re the guy I saw with her? Shit, now I feel betrayed.” He turned around to you, stepping closer towards. Three of you – you, Dean and Sam – watched your kidnapper warily. You ready to kick his thigh if he does anything. Dean and Sam were ready to shoot.

“Don’t touch her!” Dean warned. He held his gun firm in his hands.

“How can you do bad things to people yet still look innocent?” Your kidnapper ignored Dean as he crouched in front of you, looking at every inch of your face as if to see if the scar on your forehead was still there.

“That’s because she is!” Dean screamed.

“How can you be so sure?” your kidnapper asked Dean smoothly that you really want to slap him in the face. You and him had gone through this so many times. You explained to him why you needed to leave. Yet, he’s just as stubborn as you are. “She could be killing humans.”

“Well, for your information,” Sam spoke for the first time because he cannot see you getting tortured by your ex-boyfriend like that in front of Dean. Maybe Dean would show how angry he was against your ex-boyfriend in front of you, but there’s another level of Dean in front of him and you really don’t want to see that. “She even killed ghosts.”

“Sam!”

“What?” Sam grimaced. “He needs to know. He needs to know that she’s not lying.”

“But telling him she’s a hunter is not a good choice!”

“Then, what else? That she’s a con woman? Come on, Dean!”

“Guys,” you spoke weakly, stunning the brothers and your kidnapper. You didn’t want to talk because you’re exhausted and in pain, but at this moment, you felt like you have to. Sam was right about telling your ex-boyfriend what you were, but Dean was also right not telling him what you were. But, either way, he’s going to find out sooner and he could drag you jail.

“I, uh, I’m tired and I really want this thing to be over fast, so,” you looked up at your ex-boyfriend. “What you want, (g/n)? What have I done that could turn you this way? Look, I apologised, right? And I told you why we cannot be together. You should move on.”

“Oh, you think I didn’t move on?” Your ex-boyfriend laughed humourlessly. “Oh my God, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. You see, I’ve moved on just as soon as I saw you going out with that jerk – maybe even before that. But what I’m doing here, is just…I just want to let you feel what I feel.”

“(G/n), please. I know what you feel. And I beg you to let me go.”

“Wait, say that again?” He brought his ear close to your mouth.

“Please, let me go.”

Your kidnapper a.k.a ex-boyfriend laughed as he turned to Dean. “I don’t understand how you could stay with her. Look at her. She’s begging me and, guess what? She never does that! I think she’s losing her mind.”

“No, she’s losing your mind.”

“How-“

“And she may be crazy, but she’s mine.”

And with that, Dean shot him dead.

[queennicoleinboots]

Office Woes, part 3 (Michael the Great Arc Angel POV)

My job is stressful even on lunch breaks. Karens overran Publix, and one turned into a pterodactyl. I flew the Annie's macaroni and cheese, onions, and jalapenos to La Bamba in hopes that the Taco Mac would be available again. Speaking of Taco Mac, I saw Colonel Mac and Xara shopping for Taco Mac ingredients as well. I knew that I was going to attend that party the minute someone says "Taco Mac with Colonel Mac."

PeeWee Herman screamed twice upon my arrival.

"Apparently, you ordered Taco Mac," I said.

"Yes, I did!" PeeWee Herman said. "But this batch won't be with Colonel Mac." He and everyone in the restaurant screamed. "That party is later tonight!"

I screamed. "I am aware!" I shouted as I flew into the kitchen to hand the cooks the ingredients.

"Thank you. Did you wash your hands?" the cook asked.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I asked. "I only take four showers a day on a regular basis. On Swamp Ass days, make that 10!"

"Point taken! Thank you for saving the day, Michael the Great Arc Angel!" the cook said as he began to cook again.

"You are welcome. It is what I do!" I shouted as I left the building to go back to work.

When I walked in the office, the first thing I heard from a fat black female pig was, "DIS BITCH!" She even bobbled her head after she spoke and had her elbow out on the desk.

It took the power of Ahayah to stop me from bursting out laughing. That was by far the funniest thing that had happened so far that day.

When she got off the phone, the other pigs started answering the phone with "DIS BITCH" instead of "Dispatch." Pigs in Georgia don't know how to talk correctly.

I literally went in my office, closed my cubicle, and laughed my ass off for a few minutes. In the middle of my laughing fit, the printer started printing E-mails with "Dis Bitch" as the subject line. I chuckled as I passed the papers along to those bitches at Disbitch.

The pigs were oinking up a storm and laughing.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel walked through the door and sat at her desk. She chuckled as she heard the pigs oink "Dis Bitch" over and over again. She was crunching numbers because she was the head accountant of our department. Her math skills were impeccable. Savants couldn't hold a candle to her.

After an hour or so of hearing "Dis Bitch" nonstop, Melissa the Great Arc Angel and I could not take anymore. We flew back in the breakroom and started rolling in the floor laughing.

"I CAN'T EVEN THINK!" she shouted as she laughed hysterically and started crying. "I CAN'T BREATHE!"

I wanted to throw in a George Floyd reference, but it would be too soon. I laughed so hard that I communicated to her in laugh language.

She laughed in different pitches to tell me, "This day is too much."

Ned also walked in the break room to laugh. He added bleats. "I can't do it!" He shouted and burst into laughter.

A bunch of big black woman pigs walked in the break room with stressed out looks on their faces. They were bobbing their heads non-stop.

The biggest one went for the coffee before she started bitching. "Giiiiirllll, these phones be acting cray today!"

"I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT! If I get one more phone call about someone weavin' through traffic screaming 'Move Bitch get out the way,' I'mma act a fool," another pig said as she also bobbed her head side to side as she talked.

"For real! I am sick n tired of getting phone calls about someone bein set on fire! That be cray cray!" another chimed in.

"I get phone calls about these nibbas breaking they fire extinguishers! You know they be stupid," the fourth big pig said.

"Okurrrrrr!!!!" they shouted as they took turns drinking coffee.

"I know if I wasn't getting PAID, I wouldn't be doing this job!" a hairy female pig shouted in a deep voice as she bobbed her head back and forth.

"I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT!" the second pig shouted.

"Ah hell no!" the third pig said with attitude as she added an extra bobble to her head and sucked her teeth.

Those bitch pigs sucked on their teeth to communicate.

"Excuse me. Could you share a moment to hear the back story of how Michael the Great Arc Angel and I met?" Melissa the Great Arc Angel asked with a huge smile on her face.

"Depends. Any new hires in this room?" the first big pig asked with attitide as she bobbled her head and swayed her hip.

We looked around to make sure no new hires were in the room. A goat who looked like Will Ferrel walked in, and he has been working here for eight years. He bleated.

"SHUT THAT DOOR!" I commanded.

The Will Ferrel Goat shut the door behind him and made himself a cup of coffee.

"No," I said.

"Yeh. Let's hear it. It can't be any crazier than the shit we be hearing today," the first pig said.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel and I laughed.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel then went to tell the story, and Gaelic elven music played in the background:

"Michael the Great Angel and I met during the midst of the Black Plague in 1349. I was the tax collecting angel until I was recruited by the Knights Templar to heal the sick. I was assigned to work with MichaeI the Great Arc Angel. He was a War Cleric and trainer of recruits into the order. I was merely assigned to be a War Cleric, mostly because of the way I work with board games, teaching them, rules checking, and how my mind operates to overcome challenges in those environments."

I sang in Gaelic before I added, "I WAS IMPRESSED, but before we could save humanity as we knew it, we made small angel talk. And I asked how she battled."

Melissa the Great Arc Angel added swiftly, "I said, 'I will show thee!,' as I descended down to the streets and got into battle stance."

I shouted, "And I said, 'Let's dance, KNAVE!' as I got into battle stance." I bobbed my head and got into battle stance.

The pigs oinked and boobed their heads.

Melissa the Great Arc Angel got into battle stance. "And we screamed at each other for five minutes."

I spoke with strength, "And then we fought as though we fought to death."

Melissa the Great Arc Angel spoke, "It was a challenge. We fought for hours until there was some sexual tension."

I cleared my throat dramatically. "Excuse me, ladies, but I admit I was worked up. I was ready to do battle without armor and swords and truly show off my muscles!"

"I AM WORKED UP!!!" the Will Ferrel goat shouted and bleated.

The pigs bobbed their heads and oinked quickly.

A goat that looked like Oswald Patton bleated and was ready for battle. "AHHH!!! I'm worked up, too! I have had five red bills and 10 lines of cocaine! I'm up for any challenge!"

Ned bleated loudly.

The pigs oinked loudly and bobbed their heads.

"How about the challenge of keeping the door closed! I'm in the middle of a back story" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted as the break room started to shake.

The pigs leaned their heads back and just stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel with wide eyes.

"So, we removed our armor and helmets. But something bad happened!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel spoke dramatically.

I coughed, "BULLSHIT!"

"I noticed then the Michael the Great Arc Angel was bald!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said with wide eyes.

Everyone just stared at her like she was crazy.

The first pig said, "So?" as she curled her nose up.

"I REQUIRE a mane for me to run my fingers through. When I saw that he was bald, I was rubbing his head and felt in horror that not a single HAIR was on his head. My mind had been scarred," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said as her heart beated loudly in her chest.

"I HAD NEVER FELT SO INSULTED IN MY LIFE! So, I explained to her that hair disrupts my connection with MY angelic spirit communication. I explained that no one in my family has hair. It's an insult to my heritage!" I explained.

"THEN I EXPLAINED THAT MY ERROGENOUS ZONES were in my fingers!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said loudly.

Ned, the Will Ferrell goat, and the Patton Oswald Goat then tried to brush against her fingers.

"Men, please. I am trying to tell a story!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said as she put her sword in her sheath and folded her arms across her large chest.

"This may be TMI for you, but then I showed her my monis pubis," I said as I stared directly at Melissa the Great Arc Angel.

"This may be TMI for you, but then I WAS INSULTED. I screamed, 'HOW DARE YOU TRIM YOUR PUBIC HAIR!!!!' Then I tugged at what little hair there was and felt teased," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.

"It was TMI," I said as I stared at her.

"I have to announce that there is sexual tension in this room," the goat that looked like Will Ferrell said.

"So we stared at each other naked for a few minutes before I suggested we release sexual tension with a sword fight," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.

"I HAD TWO SWORDS!" I shouted.

"AND I HAD TWO SHIELDS!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel shouted.

"Do you need to have that naked sword fight now?" the Will Ferrell goat asked.

"NO!" we both shouted as the Will Ferrell goat was blown back.

"In fact, we vowed NEVER to do THAT again," I said.

"AND THEN WE WENT IN A TAVERN TO DRINK COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF ALE AND ATE FOUR HOGS ON A SPIT!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said with excitement.

I looked away awkwardly and hissed through my teeth.

"Exnay on the gohnay," Ned said to Melissa the Great Arc Angel as he nudged her.

The pigs stared at her and oinked loudly.

"E'cu me, bitch!" the hairy female pig said as she bobbed her head. "Why you eating pigs!"

"Relax. I don't eat pigs anymore. We angels are FORBIDDEN to eat pigs because of Leviticus, the third book in the Old Testament of the King James Bible. In 1349, we weren't limited on what we could eat," Melissa the Great Arc Angel explained.

"So YOU people had eaten our ancestors," the second pig said as she stared at Melissa the Great Arc Angel with narrowed eyes and bobbed her head.

"YES! And we have repented!" I shouted. "I must also add that Melissa the Great Arc Angel likes BEEF tacos as well!"

"So, because you are angels, I must beg the question. Do you follow 1 Corinthians Chapter 14: 33-37?" the goat that resembled Oswald Patton asked.

I spoke to answer that question, "The Knights Templar is a unique organization that does not use gender but merit to determine hierarchy. She is a peer, on the same level as I, since we are BOTH War Clerics. We are both front line fighters and also capable of performing in a support role."

"So, are you guys 'New age'?" the goat who looked like Oswald Patton asked.

"The Knights Templar is independent of Ahayah's word," I said. "We were fallen angels before we repented, truth be told."

"So yes?" the goat who looked like Oswald Patton clarified.

"Technically, yes," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said. "I was a fallen angel specifically BECAUSE of 1 Corinthians Chapter 14: 33-37. I am a strong woman who MUST speak when I have opinions."

The pigs oinked and bobbled their heads.

"WHEN I REMINISCENCE ABOUT THE BLACK PLAGUE, I think back to when I played Dungeons & Dragons and how much I miss it. The versions I played (3.5e) didn't include many options for battle clerics, but the newer ones (5e) do! I could actually BE a legitimate front line holy archangel class as a paladin or cleric, perhaps even multiclass into both depending on how things work out in my daily work life," I shouted to stomp out the gender war that was about to occur in this break room.

The pigs all blinked and oinked.

"Daaaaaayyyyyyuuuuum! That WAS crazy!" the first pig said as she whipped her head.

"Shit, y'all would have ate us were we back in them times!" the second pig said as she sucked on her teeth.

"You are correct," Melissa the Great Arc Angel said.

"But we are no longer in those times," I said. "We are not allowed to eat pork. It is not kosher. According to Leviticus, the third book in the Old Testament of the Bible, pork is an unclean meat."

"Bbboooooyyyyyy! You know that's right!" the first pig said as she ripped off her skirt, turned around, and started shaking her big pig booty. Her tail was wagging excitedly.

The other female pigs ripped their skirts/dresses off and shaking their pig booties.

Ned and the goat who looked like Will Ferrell stared at them with a smile and bleated loudly.

"Oh my God no! I am not a lesbian! I am not a lesbian! Holy Shit I'm not a lesbian. I. Am. Not. A. Lesbian! Excuse me! I have numbers to crunch!" Melissa the Great Arc Angel said quickly as she flew out of the break room.

"I'm sorry, ladies. But I am still at WORK, and I only like white meat," I said as I took my cup of coffee.

The first big black pig turned around and stared at me with her brown eyes. "So you racist?" she asked as she bobbled her head around and shook her hips.

"Lady, I am at work. This is not the time to start a race war," I said as I started to walk out of there.

"You done started it," she said as she started walking toward me.

"No ma'am. I did not," I said as I stared her down.

"Yes, you did," she stared at me and put her hooves on her hips.

"No, bitch, I did not," I said as I straightened my back and puffed my chest out. "You walked in this room and started talking."

"So we ain't allowed to talk now because we ain't white and we female?" she said as she widened her eyes.

"I did not say that, ma'am," I said as I stood my ground.

"Don't you MA'AM ME, MOTHA FUCKA! YOU DONE STARTED IT BACK IN MEDIEVAL TIMES WHEN Y'ALL DONE ATE PORK!" she shouted as she got closer to me.

The other pigs started screaming, oinking, and cursing at me.

"Ladies, please! Your points are valid, but this is not the time to discuss it!" Ned shouted with a bleat.

The fifth pig walked over to him and put her booty in his face. Ned slapped her booty before he slipped her panties to the side and stuck his goat cock inside of her. She oinked with every thrust.

The goat that looked like Will Ferrell then stuck his junk in the hairy pig. She squealed loudly.

"We have learned our lesson since then. I have repented," I said as I looked directly at the first pig.

"But you won't touch me because I'm dark," she said as she stared at me and blinked at me once.

"Correct. All dark pigs are off limits. It's the code of male Arc Angels," I said.

She oinked in frustration. There was mutiny in the office. There was only one thing I could do.

I opened the door to the break room and shouted, "CODE 5 to MALE PIGS! I repeat! Code 5 to MALE PIGS!

The male pigs came rushing to the break room and oinked like crazy.

The fat, black female pigs in the room took off their underwear, got on all fours, and oinked.

I flew the fuck out of there because I did not want to witness what was occurring in the break room at that point. I went to my office and stayed there.

Their oinks could be heard around the whole office. The remaining personnel on dispatch answered the phone "Dis Bitch." Second shift dispatch had monkeys and rabbits as the staff.

Another printer was jamming up.

"You son of a bitch," I said as I turned the machine off and on.

[brckenwingslittledove]

Hellfire

Obsession was blinding for even the purest of souls, not that Rivul was a pure soul; no the ancient vampire was far from that. He was a man evil to the core, determined to corrupt the body, mind, and soul, though whatever methods he had desired. He had practiced and enforced his torment on many a soul, testing the ways he could completely shatter a person and rebuild them into a husk of what they use to be. Most of his victims, he had grown bored with in a few months time, and he had either killed them in punishment of them not being able to keep his attention, or he had simply let them go, broken and lost. He had never thought he would be a victim of obsessions vile grasp, until he had met someone so entirely perfect. Someone who had entered the world broken and unwanted, who would be unmissed, and who would Rivul could trust to never turn against him.

Samia had been absolute perfection, a tiny welp of a drake whose parentage couldn’t wait to cast him aside when Rivul had first met him. Samia would never reach the levels of danger of a true dragon, his growth stunted; his wings would never grow and Rivul would never have to worry that dragon would flee to the skies from him. The wings of a dragon were always Rivul’s favorite features about the creatures- majestic and beautiful, but he always had to cut them off whenever he managed to get a dragon into his grasp. With Samia, he could admire the appendages all he wanted while the dragon was on his knees beneath him. Oh, how Rivul had convinced himself he was in love with Samia, and in some sick twisted way he was- in the way a hunter loved the animal slaughtered. The ancient vampire had even convinced himself that Samia desired and loved him in return- when the dragon had stopped fighting him that was.

Then Rivul became, in his mind, a lover scorned when Samia broke free of his bonds and escaped. After everything he had given that little runt, he spit back in his face and ran. Of course Rivul ignored the fact he had tormented the dragon everyday of their time together, from Samia’s drakehood to dragonhood, Rivul had beaten, tormented, and raped him- yet in the vampire’s eyes it had all been acts of love. That Samia had been willingly submitting to him in order to keep the vampire happy. For if Rivul wasn’t happy, then no one was happy. Rivul had reasoned with himself, after Samia’s escape, that yes the dragon would have some wanderlust, he had never gotten to explore much after Rivul had purchased him. Once that was satisfied then Samia would come crawling back to him, with apologies and declarations of love and promises he would never leave the vampire’s side again. When a year passed without Samia’s return, Rivul started to look for him. When ten years passed with Samia’s return, Rivul started to worry.

When thirty years passed without Samia’s return, Rivul had frustrated, and angered beyond belief.

When he heard rumors of Samia traveling around, performing in clubs and letting people other than himself see and lust for the dragon in a skirt, he felt betrayed. That’s when his search efforts had truly doubled, sending out mercenary bands to reclaim his lost property.

And the joyous news had come at last, a letter received from one band of mercenaries that he had hired, they had found and captured the dragon he sought. Samia would be returned to him in a few days time, and Rivul was practically shaking from how giddy he was at the thought. His beautiful Samia would be his again, wearing the gorgeous dresses the vampire had selected for him along with the collar that had looked so pretty around his neck. The vampire licked his lips, for he could almost see the dragon before him now. The way the sun gleamed against the dragon’s blond locks, and bronze scales. How his wings twitched when forced through the slits within the dress he would be wearing. The subtle curve of the dragon’s hips, and Rivul was certain that if he reached out he would be able to feel them. He could see the dragon dance, the flow of the dress with each step and the wave of his hair; he could see the deep sapphire eyes, that burned into his soul with a newly born fire that Rivul could not wait to extinguish.

The ghostly image of the dragon in front of him, born from Rivul’s own wild illusion magic, was exquisite, and Rivul could not help but relish in the desire and arousal that rose within him at the thought of having Samia in his arms again. No doubt that so long in the outside world would have turned Samia back into a stray- that habits the dragon had before his training would have resurfaced. Retraining him would be the funniest part, there was no doubt in that. The fight Samia had would thrill him- but what would be better would be when he would witness how easily the dragon would submit to him again.

“My Samia…” he whispered, as he extended his hand to the illusion of his pet. Their fates were intertwined with one another, in his eyes they were perfect for eachother. No one would desire the dragon in the way he had- for no one else could see the perfect that came in one so flawed. Just how easy it was to keep someone as broken as the runt of a dragon. The illusion took his hand eagerly- and while the illusion could not be the one providing it, Rivul felt an all too familiar warmth as tiny fingers traced his hand. The vampire pulled the dragon’s illusion against him, the sudden action causing the image to smoke and threaten to fade. With a little more magic, it resolidified and Rivul smiled. There was no telling where his temper would have gone if his conjured illusion disappeared on him.

Slowly he started to lead the illusion around the room, the dragon’s image standing itself, completely weightless, on Rivul’s feet as the vampire led the dance. Fire felt as if it was burning his skin, and Rivul could only wait in ecstasy for when he would have the real thing returned to him. Oh it was confusing and wonderful how the dragon could elicit such desire in him- Rivul had never craved someone as much as he craved Samia. Still in his mind that the dragon had desired him in the same way- always ignorant to the look of disgust that had been in Samia’s eyes whenever he touched him. The dance itself ended with a dip, the illusion staring up at the vampire with wide, lust filled eyes. Rivul slowly pulled the illusion up- intending to finish things with a kiss, when knocking on his study door interrupted him. The vampire scowled, glancing towards the door as it was opened- one of the mercenary’s he had sent out. Rivul was excited, until he saw the bloody, bandaged wounds covering the mercenary.

“What in the gods names happened to you?” he growled as he released the illusion beside him, who starred numbly at the mercenary.

“The dragon sir-” the mercenary began, only to be cut off by Rivul.

“Yes my pet, where is he?” Rivul questioned, glaring down at the mercenary, looking ready to strike the man dead where he stood. Depending on the news he received of course.

“Sir Rivul, the...the dragon has escaped,” the mercenary stammered.

“WHAT!?” the vampire shouted, the illusion of Samia aside him vanishing in an instant, fire blazing to life within Rivul’s hand.

“He escaped his cage and slaughtered the rest of my men!” The mercenary cried, immediately backing away at the sight of the fire. “He’s disappeared again. None of the others you’ve hired could find him in the area.”

“How could you allow this to happen!?” the vampire yelled, raising his fist to fling the fire at the mercenary- before suddenly the vampire stopped. His hand lowered and the fire died away. “Nevermind. Get out you idiot!”

“Sir-” the mercenary began again.

“I SAID GET OUT!” Rivul shouted, flinging a fireball at the mercenary, that struck the wall beside the man’s head and died out. The mercenary yelped before quickly scrambling away, the door slamming behind him. Rivul breathed slightly heavy, the man looking ready to burst in his rage, fire in his hands again. It was a miracle he did not burn down the room around him in that moment.

“I’ll find him.” he growled to himself, looking down to the fire swirling around his hand “I’ll find him if i have to burn the rest of Ilunerth to do it!” There would be no more mercy- no more patient waiting for the object of his desires to return to or be returned to him. The damnable dragon had stretched his patience too thin- Rivul could not understand why he insisted on running away. Rivul had given Samia everything- a home, clothes on his back, food when it was earned, his damned heart! Rivul’s gaze turned- the illusion had appeared once more- subconsciously created while he raged. Often the image of Samia was the only thing that could calm down the vampire, but not today. Not when he was the start of this raging fire. Suddenly he flung the fire in his hand at the illusion- which seemed to catch flame itself before it exploded within a puff of smoke. Rivul could almost hear the sounds of the dragon’s screams.

Rivul glared at where the illusion had stood- there would be consequences to this act of defiance. Samia would be his again- he would be his or he would be no one’s. Perhaps that greatest pain Rivul would feel would be to kill the dragon- but Samia had all but earned his death at this point. The vampire was being generous in allowing him this chance- and if Samia did not accept it, he would burn. The vampire would prepare the pyre himself- and set fire to it and Samia. He would watch for however long it would take to see the dragon burn before him.

“Be mine or you will burn, Samia.” Rivul whispered as the fire died from his hands. For a moment he wondered truly, what the dragon would pick. His life, to be Rivul’s and Rivul’s alone, or whatever stubborn notion of freedom he had gained? It seemed as if it was an obvious choice but-

He had broken the dragon before, and he could do so again.

[nanamismoonchild]

Chapter 5- The Forgotten

Title: The Forgotten

Author: Nam

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Au: Werewolf

Warmth spread through my unconsciousness.

What happened?

“Oh-Oh, she’s not dead,” I hear someone cheer.

Oh…yeah… Namjoon was telling me that I’m a werewolf hybrid and then I fainted. Too much information at once. Things were too strange to not believe him.  I felt a rumble underneath me-must have been the bed I was on.  It was really soft.

“Mom, should Hobi-hyung be underneath Y/N like that?”

“Well, it’s the only way I can wake her up.”

Underneath…me?

Warning bells sounded off in my head, and my eyes flew wide open.  Only to see a giant wolf face.

Jungkook smiled, “Y/N! You’re okay!”

“Hobi, you might want to…”

I scream, scrambling off the belly of the monster. Then I noticed that the air smelled eerily like wet dog.  Looking around, I saw that i was not surrounded by men ( besides Jungkook) but 7 12-foot tall werewolves.  

My scream grew even louder as I rushed out of the house.  

That did not go well.

Halfway toward my house, I paused to catch my breath. I did not need the neighborhood to think I was a  crazy teen running from nothing. I was already the the friendless teen.  

I sat on the curb, holding my head between my legs. Being blasted with new information then actually seeing it was enough for me.  I could piece the rest together.  Dad had been a werewolf and Mom had been human, so that makes me a wolf-human? But werewolves are already shape-shifting humans right?  

I started walking again. Walking gives  me time to collect my thoughts. I remember something Namjoon said before I passed out:

    “Your father did not listen to our warning and married your mother, who was indeed another species of supernatural….”

So does that mean I’m not human at all? Or am I one-fourth human since werewolves are half-human? Regardless I am a hybrid. I wish I had parents to explain this to me, but sadly they died before they could.  Well not died, but murdered the same way my grandparents were.  But there was one more family member who knew everything.

Aunt Noel. She was still alive and walking. She was the only member alive, and the only member who somehow hated me.  Neither her husband nor her spoiled children. But she was the only person I could talk to.   I will just have to call her when I get home-if she answers.

I found myself, practically running to the house. This was a chance to finally know another piece about myself and to connect with Noel.  

Why hadn’t she told me earlier? She had obviously known about this; she wrote a freaking book based on her “adventures.” Why hadn’t she told me the last time she saw me?  Sure, the last time I  saw her was in a shopping mall–buying school supplies.  

    “Y/N, what are you doing here?” I turn around to see my aunt and my cousins. They were each holding a three bags in a hand.

   “Buying supplies.”

Jinhyun, the daughter my age, snorts, “With what money?”

Jinyoung, the son also my age, snarks, , “ The money she doesn’t have.  “

I sigh. I didn’t have time for either of them. The sale is was going to end in one hour and I was only on pens and pencils.

They all laugh as if it were the funniest thing ever.  I roll my eyes and try to move to the notebook section. My eyes were on the one with the basket full of puppies.

Noel blocked my advance, “ It’s actually nice that I met you here. I don’t need to go to that bastardly house. Who knows what you have been doing. You might even be waiting for a man here.”

I could just slap her if it wasn’t for the fact that a lady was trying to take my notebook.

“What do you want?”

“ I just wanted to tell you about something I forgot. Your father wanted me to give you a letter.”

    I wait for her to give it to me.  “And where is it?”

“Oh, it’s in his room, “ She takes a moment to think, “In a shoebox. Good luck finding it. “ She, Jinyoung, and Jihyun walk out the store.  However, Taehyun stays behind. She was the quietest of her siblings and takes pity on me whenever they pulled a prank.  

    I ignore her and continue to sift through notebooks–the puppy basket was gone.  I felt someone move behind me. It was her.

“I saw you looking at this while Mom was talking and I grabbed it before that lady did,” she hands the puppy basket notebook to me.

    I eagerly take it, “Thank you. “

    She stares at me before saying, “ Mom won’t tell you this but… You’re really special to our family. If you ever want to know what I mean, I can… I can help you. “ And with that, she hurriedly catches up with her mom and siblings.

I had never spoken to her or my aunt since then. I was too afraid of learning I was adopted or something. But now, I desperately needed answers.  I was either getting them from Aunt Noel or Taehyun.  

Opening the door to my house, the hairs on my neck stood up.  Something had changed. Did someone come fix the air conditioner? It had been broken and the house had been a desert. Usually they left a note, but the guy they sent must have been lazy.

Even so, I grabbed the bat I keep near the door and turn on the lights. I walked towards the kitchen, since it’s the place thieves steal  from first. Nothing. Until I rounded the island.  There was a huge glob of my peanut butter, bread, and bananas on the floor. I stared at the mess for a long time.  That was my favorite peanut butter, for one, and they didn’t bother to clean up the mess.  How rude.

Thunk! Thunk!

“Oh….hell…”

Spinning around, I see a shadow run up the stairs. Every sense in me told me to not run up the stairs, but curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.  I tiptoed up the stairs making sure not to step on creaks.  It was dark in the hallway but the light to my parents room was on. I lifted my bat ready to swing if I needed to. Steadily toeing my way though, I listened for the tell-tale noises of an intruder. The room was silent as it normally is.  I had never stepped into this room before now; I abandoned this room when my parents died.  I didn’t need the memories.

I let my bat drop loosely, and sighed. Maybe it had been my imagination. Turning around to walk out, I banged my head on a wall. A furry wall. A breathy growling furry wall.

I squeaked.

The wolf launched its snarling mouth at me, but I used the bat to keep it open while I ran away.  Three stairs down, I heard the bat snap. It was metal, and the wolf had easily broken it.  With that thought,  I ducked inside the storage closet.  I thought about all the ways Teen Wolf  and Twilight had written about wolves.  

Smell. He probably has a scent of me. I knew there was a bottle of Bleach on the upper shelf. Maybe if i drowned my body in it, I could mask my scent.  I reach up for the bottle, unscrewing it, and, holding my breath, doused myself in the foul smelling stuff.

Sound. I had to be as still as not to cause a single sound. How do I do that? I don’t know, but this is life or death and I wanted life.

Sight.  More than likely the guy could see in the dark, so if he somehow opened the door, I was screwed.

Tough skin-  No knives could help me. Not even silver.  I would have been dead a long time ago.

I had to sit quietly. However long that took.  

Two hours had passed according to the little clock on the wall, and the wolf had not noticed me yet. He hadn’t left–I could hear him in the kitchen. Probably eating more of my peanut butter.

I could not be a sitting duck any longer. If I only I had a phone, then I could contact Taehyung or Aunt Noel if it needed be. But sadly, I was too stubborn ( and lazy ) to go out and buy a phone.  I always used the house phone. I didn’t have friends to call anyway. Plus if I used it, the beast in the kitchen would hear my voice amid his munching.

Wait…. Could I use the mind-talking Jin and Jimin used? Only one way to find out.  

Hello…?

Well, I didn’t expect it to work. I don’t have any idea of how to work this. Maybe I don’t even have the stupid thing.  Regardless, I tried again.

Jin-oppa! Can you hear me?

Nothing again.  What had Jin said? That you have to be in close proximity. Well, I totally couldn’t get close.  But what if I pictured Jin or any of the boys in my head?  I took a deep breath and focused on any boy.  Dark brown hair with a deep tan… Taehyung.

I exhaled.  Taehyung?

There was a something that sounded like  television static then it connected

Y/N? What’s wrong? How are you doing this?

Don’t worry about that. Is anyone else listening?

Yes. The other guys.

Well… I am kind of stuck in a situation.

What?

There’s sort of a man-eating werewolf in my kitchen eating my peanut butter.

The connection was cut short. Only because the door of the closet flew open. A man’s hands grabbed me by the collar.  I squeaked.

“Did you think you could hide forever? I smelled you before you poured the bleach on you. I just wanted to tease you,” Wolf-man growled into my ear. “By the way, you have great taste in peanut butter.”

I kicked him in the place where it hurts the most. He was momentarily shocked but that’s all I needed to wiggle out of his arms and run.  I was halfway down the driveway when Wolf-man came bounding after me. He springs up, his teeth bared, but I dive to the side.  I threw a stick at him… It didn’t work.  Miffed, Wolf-man roars and charges. I would have been killed if it wasn’t for another wolf crashing into Wolf-man, knocking him through the doorway.

“My house!”

That’s the least of your problems right now Y/N.

It was Namjoon’s voice-thought. Behind me, I hear six other howls.  They had come for me… Taehyung had listened… They had listened…

A midnight blue wolf with scarlet eyes pushes against me with his snout.  It’s best if you go to our house.  It was Yoongi.  

I nod. I could only guess what was going to happen to mine.  A deep chestnut wolf with the same colored eyes lets me get on top of him.  It’s ok. I will try and  salvage some of your things.  Jin.

But for now, let’s get you to safety.

[erindatesla]

Flasback Friday: Roach Guy, From Pests to Pal

January 09, 2014

If I'd had a blog in 2011, you would have heard a lot about "Roach Guy" in the last two years. (With some encouragement) I've decided to compile all the posts that would have been. At it's worst it's my greatest diary entry, at it's best it's the foundation for my first book. Either way, brace yourself for too many words.

Message Monday: The Roach Breeder November 2011

I messaged this guy on OKCupid because his profile said he had a collection of small pets and cared for his plants like children (or something). He only posted one picture on his profile and it was from a distance, so I don't even know what he looks like. I know, I'm so brave. His reply:

As it turns out, HE BREEDS ROACHES. It's important for you to know that one time when I saw a roach in the living room I locked myself in my bedroom to cry until my dad showed up to dispose of it. I was 20.

Yet for some reason, his roach breeding doesn't bother me that much. Granted, I will never enter his home so long as he willingly houses these pests, but I'm oddly intrigued by this guy. I've had a busy week so I've been slow to reply and got this message from him:

SHOULD I BE CONCERNED THAT I STILL WANT TO TALK TO HIM??

The good thing is that if I ever date him he already has a nickname among my friends: Roach Guy.

My Date With Roach Guy and His Toe Shoes December 2011

Against all odds (read: the fact that he breeds roaches), I ended up meeting Roach Guy (RG).

We met for dinner at Native Foods in Costa Mesa, since I'm a vegetarian and he is too! (pescetarian, technically). Not really knowing who to look for thanks to his lack of photos, when I first arrived and saw an old man, I feared I was being Catfished! Then I spotted him: bearded, nice smile, casual clothes and those shoes that have a slot for each toe. There's always a catch, right? If roaches weren't enough, he had to be wearing toe shoes??

I'm pretty shallow, so this should be a huge, waiving red flag for me. But I had the best time! His demeanor is calm and friendly, and we had so much to talk about. I found myself wanting to know everything about this human. Eventually we wondered why the restaurant employees were turning off the lights, only to realize it had been 4 hours and we'd shut the place down! Time had escaped us. I could maybe talk to him forever? But like, toe shoes.

"EXCUSE ME, MAY I LIVE ON YOUR DRESSER FOREVER?" - GERALD

Meet Gerald December 2011

I saw Roach Guy again -- we met at a cool spot of his choice in Santa Ana, and when I arrived he gave me an ORIGAMI DINOSAUR that was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Did you read that? An ORIGAMI DINOSAUR. That he made. With his hands. In his spare time. For me. it was holding flowers. HE SIGNED AND DATED THE BOTTOM. Internally I melted and swooned and died twice. Don't worry, externally I played it supes cool.

After dinner we caravanned to the beach to watch something magical take place in the sky or something. It was the night of winter solstice, so we found a spot amid the rocks to talk and gaze. A cop found us and told us the beach closed at 10 ("nature was closed," so to speak) so once he left we relocated to a grassy area nearby, only to be splashed suddenly by sprinklers. RG covered me with the blanket he'd brought and we found dry land. Eventually we made our way down to a lifeguard tower hidden away from the cops and sprinklers. To arrive there we had to go down a dark and quiet street, the kind in horror films where you scream at the girl "DON'T GO HE'S GOING TO MURDER YOU!" But thankfully I had politely asked him not to murder me earlier in the night, and he obliged. In retrospect, it could have been a scene from a rom-com: sitting on a lifeguard tower under the stars, talking, laughing ETC. ETC. ETC. In the moment it never seems as picturesque.

When my friends asked how the night went all I had to say was, "he gave me an origami dinosaur that was holding a bouquet of flowers" and they knew I was smitten.

Roaches Are Tenacious March 2012

They say roaches can live 10 days with their heads cut off. Who is out there testing this theory, I don't know. But apparently they're determined little suckers.

Just like Roach Guy.

Despite the fact that we had a great third date and that he's super sweet (he emailed me "e-soup" when I was sick!), I dropped him like hot potato. At first I told him I was busy, then I stopped replying to a majority of his texts and emails. I KNOW, I'm the worst! However, like a roach isn't phased by nuclear war, RG wasn't phased by my distance. He even asked me to get ice cream on Valentine's Day which provoked several feelings and thoughts: 1) how sweet 2) should I be insulted you think I'm free for Valentine's Day, on Valentine's Day 3) wow you're persistent it has been like six weeks, brah 4) that's really cute I love ice cream should I go.

I didn't go. Instead I continued to be vague and distant. Then he emailed me the most charming little letter you ever did see. I wish it was a love letter and not a "WTF happened, Erin" letter. My favorite sentence:

Although our times together were brief relative to linear time they were rich in substance, and there was a strange effect on the normal progression of time when you were around.

Isn't that the most poetic? I apologized and after some email banter we agreed to be friends in the future. I'm kind of into that idea but refuse to act interested because duh.

I Have A Crush On A Guy Who Once Bred Roaches January 2013

BLAPTICA DUBIA

After two hangouts that were pleasant but nothing to write home about, Roach Guy and I began talking on the phone more often. One day I said, "it's weird we still talk on the phone even though we've only met 5 times." What I meant was that we were essentially strangers, yet I felt really comfortable talking to him at length. He misinterpreted that as "let's hang out," and I didn't correct him.

We were supposed to watch a movie at my apartment, but while he was driving over my friend offered me two free tickets for a Muse concert. I "asked" Roach Guy if that was okay (read: I dictated that we were going to a concert) and he agreed to go. The concert was great, yeah yeah yeah, but what really stands out is how much we LAUGHED. After the concert he was laying stretched out on my living room floor and I was sitting on my couch when I realized I had a crush on him. Well, more than a crush, I like him. After all this time! I try and find all these reasons not to like him such as,

1. he is repulsed by butter, which is my favorite food 2. he sleeps on his floor instead of using his bed 3. he despises authority figures while I'm over here like #respect.

While I would normally mock a guy for the above and blame these differences for a reason to distance myself, in this case it's made me realize that you can't just like piece of a person. When you like someone you like someone, and I like Roach Guy.

One night this month we talked on the phone for four hours. We discovered we could be silent without feeling strange, and we could talk about being silent without feeling strange, without feeling strange. During this conversation we made plans for him to come up and see a movie with me, and he asked if we could call that a date. After an extremely long pause I said sure. He had JUST told me twenty minutes earlier that he didn't want a significant other so that he could explore his path to enlightenment. MEANWHILE I'LL EXPLORE MY PATH TO HEARTBREAK.

The night of our date he put his arm around me during the movie, and afterwards we got pizza and ate it in my living room . He put concerted effort into befriending my ferocious chihuahua, and in no time they were buds, melting my heart once and for all.

QUIZ: ARE YOU EMOTIONALLY AVAILABLE March 2013

BOXER JOHN CONTEH DRINKING BEER IN THE SHOWER DECEMBER 1978 (PIC: DM) THEN SO CAN I OKAY??

Like his namesake, Roach Guy has vanished into the dark. When we did speak briefly he said he is seeking introspection. (Introspecting? Is that a word, I don't know.)

He's doing exactly what I did to him when we first met, so I can't get mad, technically, without being a hypocrite.

I'm kind of mad. More like, sad, if anything. Like drink-beer-in-the-shower-while-singing-Rilo-Kiley-at-the-top-of-my-lungs-until-my-friend-shows-up-with-pizza-sad. GURLZ YOU KNOW WHERE I'M AT WUT UP.

This is a totally normal female reaction to a male, and I feel comfortable sharing it on the Internet in light of the fact that it may sound like a diary entry.

As such, I'm creating a quiz that any future dating prospects must complete:

QUIZ: ARE YOU EMOTIONALLY AVAILABLE **Graded: PASS or FAIL 1. Are you "emotionally available"? a) yes b) no 2. If you answered "a" above, are you sure? a) yes b) no 3) Do you like butter? a) I fucking love it give me all the butter b) ew Correct answers: 1. a; 2. a 3. a

If you answered "b" to any of the above questions you cannot put your mouth on my mouth even if you're the funniest.

I'm Grateful for the Internet* January 10, 2014

*This isn't really a post about the Internet, per say.

The next time someone asks me my favorite place in the world I'm just going to be honest and say the Internet -- I spend all of my time there these days! Who cares where I am when I can talk to anyone just about anywhere from any of my devices!! In this day and age and decade of my life (#twentysomething), it's hard to meet people, and the Internet makes it easier. #single #nerd #dateme

ROACH GUY LOVES NEW GIRL.

Thinking about my addictive relationship to the Internet and therefore Facebook/Twitter/Blogs/OKCUPID, my mind wanders to Roach Guy. I made a friend on the Internet you guys!! It almost makes filtering through aggressive 46 year old men worth it.

After his introspection, Roach Guy eventually resurfaced from the dark, and though we fizzled out "romantically" many moons ago, we've maintained a friendship that I really appreciate.

Recently he asked how I would write about "Roach Guy" on my blog (he's a big supporter, thanks brah), and I told him I didn't know what exactly I'd write about him. He said I had a good point: there weren't any crazy stories besides his nickname and, "Other than distancing ourselves, which we both did in the same way, it was all just nice casual dates where we laughed and had delicious pizza." My gut reply was "eff you" because old crushes and darkness and emotions, but I took the high road (kind of) because he is my friend and like, #dignity.

Instead I called him out on the vagueness around whether our hangouts were "dates," and eventually he admitted that he'd been too cowardly to tell me he just wanted to be friends (you know, because I didn't catch on when he disappeared for a couple months). He, like most guys, can be clueless. Most likely he doesn't realize (or care) that my crush on him didn't just disappear when he did. Though he admits it was "cowardly" to not tell me his (lack of) feelings sooner, he also said I could have asked.

Well, one time when he left my house after a night "where we laughed and had delicious pizza" I asked if it was a date. He said "let's leave it open to interpretation." I digress, and this recent conversation about his (lack of) feelings for me is certainly not the point of this #FlashbackFriday.

In fact, I'm very much at peace with my friendship with Roach Guy -- I enjoy our texts, SnapChats and quarterly IRL hangouts quite a bit. It has made me realize the importance of BRUTAL HONESTY, OPENING ONES' HEART and COMMUNICATION in relationships - romantic or otherwise. Plus, it taught me a lot about the snap judgements I so often make. What if I'd written him off when he mentioned roaches?? I'd have missed out on an awesome friendship.

On February 2, 2013, RG and I grabbed beers in Long Beach. I'm going to end this with a few quotes from Roach Guy, unattached to each other but all from the same conversation about relationships and the friend zone (god I'm so thankful past Erin kept a journal and wrote down quotes like a stalker):

One day someone will see how kind I am and love me back.

I have so much love to give.

I will always like you and be attracted to you.

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Date Seventeen. Chris. And Dan. And Steve.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young single woman in possession of a small fortune, expensive taste in shoes and even more expensive taste in London restaurants must be in want of a boyfriend. Sadly the truth remains that most other single women are also looking for the same thing, which makes the competition to find said boyfriend pretty intense and length of time it takes to find him pretty unbearable.

So you can imagine how it came to be that on one sunny afternoon, as I was lulled into a false sense of security by my chronic Friday hangover (thanks Nutella tequila shots, you bastards) I decided to take up my friends’ very strange offer and accompany her and her work mate on a Grouper date.  

For those who haven’t heard of this old school phenomenon, Grouper is a ‘date night out’ with a difference, in which not one, not two but three single females are matched on a first date with three equally single men. Sounds pretty awkward in theory and in reality it is even more so. One on one first dates are bad enough. Lump six miserable single people around a packed table on a Thursday night and it’s safe to say the only thing you’ll be exchanging are tales of cynicism and low grade sexual infections.

And how one might ask do you find two people, lonely enough and desperate enough to engage in this horrible six-some? The answer is by messaging everyone in your contact book and leaping on the first stupid person to give some semblance of a positive response (boy do I now regret adopting a ‘Yes, Man’ mantra to life this month.)

Still, having been promised several half price cocktails at a bar of my choosing as a reward for attending, it came to be that I found myself tucked up at a bar in Covent Garden one warm Thursday night after work, my friends Anna and Mel beside me, feeling absolutely terrified and wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. To be fair we’d already had a few warm up beverages at the local pub before arrival so I was certainly feeling more chipper than I had been forty five minutes ago. 

Before our dates arrived, we rustled up a few contingency plans for how to handle the evening, on the off chance that all three of us ended up fancying the same guy. (Given our rather contrasting taste in boyfriends over the years, the chance of this happening felt rather unlikely although, as the Cub scouts say, it never hurts to be prepared.)

So we waited. And waited, darting our heads around at every half decent looking group of guys to enter the bar on the off chance that they happened to be our matches for the evening. Eventually our men arrived, ushered over to us by a rather bored looking waitress who clearly dealt with these sorts of situations all the time and didn’t like young people or any human beings at all for that matter.

We made our hello’s (*insert awkward hand shakes and mis-cheek kisses here) and sat down to drinks. Of the three guys I could see only one that stood out in terms of possessing any real physical niceties and clearly my friends had picked up on this too. (To my right I could see Anna re-postioning her top in an effort to show off more cleavage whilst Mel, who lacked cleavage, tousled her hair back and forth like a ‘My Little Pony’ character emerging from out of a rainbow.)

After the first round of drinks (we’d all unanimously decided that we’d be doing rounds, God help Monzo) the girls and I made a quick trip to the ladies room so that we could a) fix our makeup b) assess the situation (did anyone need an emergency getaway plan?) c) fix our makeup.

Once in the bathroom of course all talk turned to the boys. Did we fancy any of them, what did we think of their hands, of the three who smelt the best etc.  The words were out before I could stop myself. ‘I kind of fancy Chris,’ I said. 

I waited for the reaction, the semi-cat fight to ensue (of course they all fancied Chris!) but instead they looked at me and gaped. 

‘Chris?’ Anna said. ‘Bleugh! No! I think Steve is the best looking.’

‘You’re both mad,’ Mel said. ‘Dave is the only attractive one. By a mile.’

Well that settled it. We wouldn’t be gunning for the same guy after all.

After a few hours of the guys plying us generously with tequila shots we girls suggested a game of beer pong to take our new found, weird group friendship to the next level. After picking our teams rather carefully and ensuring that each girl was standing on the same side of the guy she fancied (we may be pissed as fuck, but we’re also strategic) the game ensued. I got chatting a little more to Chris, who it turned out wasn’t as good looking up close in the fluorescent lights where our beer pong table was positioned as he had been in the half darkness over by the bar. Still, he was a living, breathing, literate male who seemed to be showing some sense of an interest in me which, given my partially inebriated state, seemed more than enough to give my night a big thumbs up for effort.

After a couple of hours of beer pong the boys suggested a new venue, the Magdalen, about ten minutes down the road. So we gathered our things and headed over. By this point Anna and Steve were walking arm in arm and Dave and Mel were having some sort of half flirty/half academic conversation about the state of Libya and how NATO should tackle deficit claims. 

Chris on the other hand was becoming relatively touchy with me which, flattered as I was, posed something of an irritation, for at this stage in the evening I was hangry as hell and wanted nothing more than to be left alone to scoff a pepperoni pizza in private. I could smell chicken on the street, my stomach did a backflip and I asked Chris if he felt like splitting a Nando's with me as the others went ahead. 

‘Now?’ he looked at me incredulously, like the very notion of eating food at dinner time was some sort of cryptic phenomenon . I nodded vigorously, the thought of Peri Peri chicken overwhelming my senses, so much so that Chris himself was slowly beginning to resemble a plate of peri chicken. His hair wax like chicken marinade. His arms like wings. His thighs like, well, thighs...

I asked him again if he fancied a plate of chicken. ‘I have a Nando’s card,’ I added with enthusiasm (men do rate a Nando’s card) and rummaged in my wallet to show him that I did indeed possess one.

Chris laughed like this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard and I cringed inwardly. (What sort of sick bastard laughs at a Nando’s card?!)

Still, eventually he gave in and we headed over to the awaiting restaurant. Chris ordered a small, lemon and lime chicken Pitta (pussy) and I order a medium, half chicken with fries and Macho peas. We sat down to eat, inhaling our food within minutes and not speaking in the process which is just the way I like it. 

My mood bolstered and my stomach full, we headed to the pub to find the others. Unfortunately things appeared to have escalated quite dramatically since our departure: Dave and Mel were already getting off in a corner of the pub whilst Steve and Anna were necking Jaeger bombs at the bar with speed. I looked at Chris and he looked at me; our hearty chicken meals had sobered us enough to make us feel slightly out of place in this now hedonistic scenario. We stood in silence for several moments unsure of how to proceed. In an effort to break the ice, I tentatively asked Chris if he wanted to see the waterskiing squirrel meme I had downloaded on my phone, an offer he politely accepted. We went outside to the terrace and looked at memes for a quarter of an hour before going back inside to learnt that Mel and Dave had left the premises in an Uber LUX, courtesy of Dave, whilst Steve has gone outside to make a courtesy call to his girlfriend. This last piece of information came as quite a bit of a surprise. Surely Dave’s girlfriend would find issue with the fact that Dave was out on a Grouper date? What with Anna’s look of annoyance and Chris’s look of sheepishness I decided it was probably time to call it a night.

As those remaining made their goodbyes, Chris pulled me aside and asked me if I’d be keen to take his number to go out again. Whilst the world ‘keen’ felt like a bit of an overkill from my perspective, one can never have too many quiet friends to share a plate of Nando's chicken with. I nodded my head in agreement, secretly wishing that he’d forget to contact me.

As Anna and I walked to the tube I contemplated the success of our first Grouper night out, which seemed to consist of a dead cert one night stand and bar tab total of £200.

I got a message on my phone from a surname-less Chris seven days later along the lines of ‘Hello, do you fancy a bite to eat this week’ alongside an emoji of a roast chicken. After a good few minutes of brain racking and trying to remember who the the hell Chris was I found myself unsure of whether or not to  reply. Seven days is a long time in Dating Land, a time frame that positively screams ‘lack of interest’. Anything could have happened to me in this seven day window which would easily justify a lack of response. I could have dropped my phone, been run over by a train, been committed or sent to prison. I could have developed a nasty case of tonsiltis or lost both my hands in a motorbiking accident thus rendering me unable to reply to iMessages.  I don’t reply and hastily and guiltily delete Chris’s number, opting this time round (for the first time) to play dead.