#......hey do we think she was trying to kill me

[minju4won]

anything for my girl

pairing: hyung line enhypen x fem reader

sypnosys: when they have a fight over you after you've been harassed

warning: blood, fight, harassment

author note: i hope u likeeeeeed, if there is a problem in writing sorry english is not my first language. espero q les gustee

LEE HEESEUNG

it was the New Year's party, after eating the grapes on the bells with their families, you guys gathered for the first party of the year. you were very excited, since it was the first party of the year, however, your boyfriend did not. your boyfriend wanted to stay at home writing and producing songs.

after several pleas on your part, he had accepted.

you guys were at the bar ordering a couple of drinks for you and your friends.

"babe, i´m going with my friends, you will be okay?" he murmured in your ear.

you nodded. "of course, hee. have fun!" you said giving a kiss in his lips, you felt his hands surrounding your waist.

he separated and touched his head with yours while touching your cheek.

"please, be careful" he said separated from you. you saw how he walked away from you and approached your friends. you grabbed the glass from the bar and walked over to your friend.

after a few minutes--or hours-- and a little--or very-- drunk, you were in the middle of the dance floor dancing with your friend. you didn't even know what song was playing. you think it is a spanish song, or russian, whatever.

you felt a hand in your waist and you turned around excited thinking you were going to see a boyfriend, but it was not him. instead you saw an unknown face.

you frowned as you walked away from him.

"oh, did i scare you?" he said approaching you. "you know something? you are the most beautiful girl in this party"

you grimaced when you heard it.

"boy, she´s not into you" your friend said.

"i can change her mind. c´mon baby, let´s go to the bathroom" he said holding your hand.

"please, can you leave me alone?" you said trying to separate yourself from him.

"are u okey, sweetie?" you heard your bf voice in your ear. you look at him and he saw your uncomfortable face. "you have a problem with my girl?" heeseung said when he saw how he had your hand grabbed.

"is that your girl? man you are lucky"

you felt heeseung's hands squeeze your waist. you know he was angry.

"tell me, bro. how you could you find a woman with that big ass"

suddenly you were screaming. heeseung had thrown himself at him. you just heard the punches that your boyfriend was giving. your friend pulled you away from the fight, and in a few seconds, there was a crowd surrounding them.

you heard the screams and the tears ran down your cheeks. after a couple of smacks, heeseung stood up to walk over to you and caress your cheeks, making sure you were okay.

"the next time i will kill u" he said intertwining your fingers to take you out of the premises.

PARK JONGSEONG

you are excited, more than excited. it was your first time in a water park.

when your boyfriend found out that you had never been in a water park, he immediately bought some tickets online. and there you guys were, in the pool after riding a slide. the only noise that could be heard was your laughter, and for jongseong, your laughter was live.

you went around his neck and gave him a little kiss.

"omg, this is so fun! we have to come more often" you said with a laugh

"anything for my girlfriend"

"i'll go buy something at the store, do you want something to eat?" you said separating from him.

"the same as you" you smiled when you heard him and you left the pool to approach the bar.

there was a huge line, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

you crossed your arms as you waited your turn, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when you noticed some glances behind you. you turned around and noticed a group of men looking at you morbidly. you looked ahead to see if there was a lot of tail left, but the tail hadn't even moved.

you closed your eyes in disgust when you heard what they were saying about you.

"hey darling, are u alone?" you heard to your left, you opened your eyes and could see a man belonging to the group.

you looked down, determined to ignore him. but what you didn't expect was the way he grabbed your arm.

"c´mon, sweet, you think i don't know you wore that bikini for us? i know what whores like you look like."

you opened your eyes in surprise. "excuse me?"

"come with us" he said approaching you, but you quickly pulled away and left the line.

you tried not to cry so that your boyfriend wouldn't notice the incident, but he knows you well enough.

"babe, where is the food?"

"i don´t have hungry. if you have you can go"

"hey y/n, what happened? you okey?" he asked when he saw your sad expression

you sat in the hammock and covered your face with your hands.

"nothing important"

"hey babe, look at me" he said kneeling before you as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "tell me what happened"

you felt the tears running down your cheeks.

"a group of men started to sexualize me, babe. then one of them called me a whore and wanted to force me to go with them." you said through tears “i feel so humiliated”.

you felt his hands on your cheeks. “don't be ashamed, it wasn't your fault. you are the kindest woman i've ever seen"

you looked up when you felt that look. “it was them.”

your boyfriend quickly looked at them angrily. “wait for me here, i won't be long, ok?”

you saw your boyfriend get up and disappear from your sight. at first, you didn't think anything of it, but as the minutes passed, you began to worry too much. because of this, you got up and inspected the place. you knew your boyfriend was there because of the moans of pain.

you ran and could see the group of men on the ground. you frowned and looked up.

your boyfriend was full of blood and had the one who spoke to you by the neck.

"i swear to God, if you ever say another word to my girl again, i will cut out your tongue."

SIM JAEHYUN

to be honest, you don't like fights, but when you saw how that girl pushed you for no reason, you ended up in one.

after being in the library all day, you and your boyfriend decided to go to the cafeteria. after getting your drinks, you left the cafeteria with your boyfriend. you were talking until you got a shove.

"omg, i´m sorry" you said bending down to pick up her things.

"if you could watch where you're going, you wouldn't bump into people." she said with angry.

you frowned as you listened to it. "well, you pushed me" you said getting up, throwing the girl's things on the floor.

you could see his mouth open in surprise when she saw what you did.

"are u stupid? pick it up! it was your fault!"

you felt your boyfriend's hand on your waist, giving you a little warning.

"it was no one's fault, they just crashed into each other" said jaehyun trying to smooth the situation.

"i will not leave until this disrespectful woman apologizes."

you raised your eyebrows in surprise. "disrespectful? want to see how disrespectful i am?"

"please, baby, let's get out of here" your bf said in your ear. you were going to be what your boyfriend said, until you heard a masculine voice

"what's going on here?" said a man next to the girl.

did you see how the girl pouted. "this girl pushed me and threw my stuff, now she was insulting me. i just told her to apologize to me"

you let out a wry laugh. for her that was insulting?

"this whore is it bothering you?"

"what´s wrong with you, man?" asked your boyfriend, nudging him.

"i just can't stand uneducated bitches like her."

it all happened so fast for you, your boyfriend was hitting the guy while his girlfriend was screaming and yelling. suddenly, there was a circle shouting among them, you could hear how they were betting on jaehyun and others on the other boy.

fortunately, the fight didn't last long, as the cafeteria security came out to intervene.

you quickly bent down to check your boyfriend's condition, he had bruises and blood on his lips, but fortunately the other one was worse.

you caressed his cheek while you looked with disgust at his wounds.

"you fought for me" you said with surprise. your boyfriend was the type who didn't like street fights, and who stayed out of arguments.

"anything for you"

PARK SUNGHOON

after variations of your boyfriend's requests, you were at the shopping mall. according to him, you needed new clothes, even though you had bought clothes last week.

"this one looks good" he said putting a pink dress in your sight.

you looked at the price and denied. "this is so expensive, sunghoon"

"money is not a problem. you can try it on and if you don't like it, leave it."

you smiled at him and took the dress away from your boyfriend and approached the staff.

"excuse me, do you have a size M?" you said as you looked at the dress, it was beautiful.

"see what we have here, the fuckin miss y/n" you looked up at the familiar voice.

swallowed saliva at the sight of your ex-boyfriend.

"do you have a size M?" you repeated trying to ignore his smile.

"i wonder what you're doing shopping at the PRADA store? maybe today you charged more for your fancy functions?"

"can you do your job well?" you rolled your eyes when you heard his laugh.

you couldn't understand how in high school you could date him. he wasn't nice to you, he wasn't the prettiest guy in your class either, plus he cheated on you. what did you see in him?

"i cannot understand what I saw in you" he murmured with disgust.

"it´s all right here, love?" felt sunghoon's hand on your hip.

you heard your ex-boyfriend's laughter. "so you have a new boyfriend?"

you looked at sunghoon and he could tell at a glance who he was. you had told him repeatedly that he was the one who gave you the most insecurities in your adolescence and that he still haunts you to this day.

"do you have a problem with my girl?"

"you are the one who will have a problem with her, you know that in high school she was the sluttiest in her class? i wouldn't be surprised if it stayed the same" he laugh "but at least in bed she's amazing. i still remeber her-"

he couldn't finish because suddenly your boyfriend had him by the neck next to the wall.

"who do you think you are to talk about my girlfriend like that?" he said, squeezing him tighter. you heard your ex's moans of pain, but you didn't feel sorry for him. "you are nobody."

"you listen to me? you are nobody, just a piece a shit." he said, punching the wall several times.

he finally pulled away and straightened his shirt, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.

"bring her size M"

[marcell-arts]

Hey, little songbird

Viago de Riva & Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook | T | Fluff/Drama/Comedy

When it comes to poisons, Rook trusts no one more than Viago de Riva. Surely he can find out what's wrong with her, before its too late.

---

Or, Rook is pregnant, and Viago is the first to find out.

"Maybe we should just give up," Rook said hopelessly, about a week into their strict regime. She was sitting by the balcony, where Viago insisted she get some fresh air. It was a balmy Summer day, and the sea breeze was lovely, but she was wishing she were anywhere but here. It was getting lonely without her friends, and only an increasingly frustrating Viago for company.

"No, Rook, we are not giving up," he said flatly, not even looking up from where he was annotating her reaction to the last antidote. Thankfully, it was mild this time, but still showed little improvement to her health. "You did not kill Elven gods, vanquish the Blight and save the world, only to die to this bizarre poison." 

She sighed and rocked backwards. "It's been a week already though! How can a poison's symptoms last for this long without killing me?" 

He hummed. "Some effects can last weeks from point of contact," he replied, "Although admittedly, it is strange you are seeing no improvement at all, and no deterioration. One of these ought to have done something." He looked up. "Are you sure you don't have any more symptoms? Anything different?"

"No," she said sullenly, with the petulance of a child, "I still feel nauseous and light-headed every morning. And I still have no energy most of the day." She flung the book she had on her lap across the room. It bounced sadly on the bed.

He sighed and put down his quill. "Rook. You know I am just trying to help." 

"...I know that," she said quietly. She turned to face him fully, suddenly emotional. "Of course I know that. I trust you. I know you're doing everything you can. But I just wanted…" She exhaled in frustration. "I wanted everything to be normal again! I just wanted a break from it all. From saving the world! And now I'm stuck here, and I can't even enjoy a holiday with my friends in the sun! It's just not—" 

"Not fair," Viago finished understandingly, "I know. It's not. You deserve it more than anyone." 

To both their horror, she started crying. Fat tears filled her eyes and spilled uncontrollably down her face. She sniffled loudly and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand angrily. "Maker!" she huffed, "Why am I—I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm getting emotional." 

Viago got up to lend her his handkerchief. While he had never been good at handling women in hysterics, his ongoing relationship with Teia had made him generally more sensitive to their moods. He patted her shoulder a little awkwardly. 

"It's fine," he said quietly, "I know. It's a frustrating situation." But the miserable sight of her had something stirred uncomfortable in his gut.

It wasn't surprising she was frustrated—but it was surprising that she showed it, he thought. Even as a child, she had been good at putting up a positive front. Of course, she trusted him enough to not hide her emotions, but she never liked to worry him if she could help it. To not be able to handle her feelings now… was this also a symptom?

He racked his brain to think of a poison that could cause increased emotional outbursts. It was a bizarre side-effect, but not out of the realm of possibility. Though what would the poisoner be trying to attempt with this? Unless… was it not poison at all?

He glanced at her, blowing her nose loudly into silk he would probably never touch again. If it wasn't poison, then perhaps this was an ailment of some kind. A sickness of the mind? Or a disease of the body? A condition that caused nausea, dizziness, lethargy, and proneness to emotional—

His face went white. His fingers on her shoulder tightened uncontrollably. 

"Ow! Viago, what are you doing?" she winced, shaking herself from his grip. She looked up to see his head bowed, and a fine sheen of sweat on his neck. "...Viago? Are you alright?" 

He wasn't sure what he was going to say. 

"Viago?" There was concern in her voice. 

Viago shakily moved to sit on the armchair opposite her. His hair had fallen forward, shielding his eyes.

"Viago, you're scaring me. What is it?" she whispered. "Am I… dying?" 

"Rook…" his voice was unnervingly calm, but the wild eyes that met hers were not. Piercing blue and wide with fear. "Are you… could you possibly be…" He wet his lips nervously. "...Are you with child?" 

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[bigraggatheopstoppa]

LITTLE MONSTER

chapter 2 mentions of blood, killing, murder, chaotic/ criminal? Au (I made this tf up) chapter 1

We finally arrived at our over crowded place we call home, honestly being there felt like a bit of a drag to but that's only for half of the time.

You seemed strangely alert now. Like you just realized your existence. You're looking all around the car, like it's the first time you've ever seen one— odd.

Nanami kept side eyeing you the whole ride, trying to make sure you wouldn't do some crazy shit but you were just enthralled with.. the seat belt..?

”hey um, do you need help taking that off?”

The sound of nanami's heavy voice gave you quite a jump, but you quietly shake your head and take off the seatbelt. You step out of the car and your eyes widen and wonder all over the house. Just a regular two-story house with probably four bedrooms

Sukuna gruffs past you, bumping your shoulder and almost making you go off balance.

Why is he so mean? Not like you did anything.

The four of you enter the sleeping house only to immediately have the bright shining lights glare into your eyes. Your eyes focus and you see a tall brown haired woman with a mole under her right eye. Heavy eyebags decorate her face as she takes a huff out of a cigarette.

You tilt your head in confusion as her eyes scan over you, what are her and the blonde talking about?

”so your best idea was bringing her home?”

Shoko says with much sass, I mean it wasn't the smartest decision but hes tired and he wasn't (still isn't) thinking correctly ”i couldn't really ignore her. She's a sight to see”

Shoko leans over to grab another glance at you, covered in dry blood, dirt and grim. You looked like you've been through one of the worst moments in a person's life and yet your face doesn't portray it.

Soft doe eyes that almost looks blacked out if you don't shine sunlight into your eyes. Round doll face with caramel skin, you look like you came from Lalaland and entered a blood bath.

”hm I agree. Fine, I'll check her out but in the morning you buy me more beer and cigs”

Nanamin sighs with a smile of relief, he was half not expecting her to actually check you out

”deal”

Shoko starts to coo at you to come here like you're a shy puppy. She guides you to a stool in front of the counter,

”Can I check your stomach?”

shoko feels up under your gown, hands trailing your sides before reaching the sides of your stomach. Your eyes trail her movements, wondering what she could possibly do next, it really seems you were in a world of oblivion.

”Im gonna check you for wounds now, alright?” you continue to stare blankly as her cold hands roam up your thighs and legs. Instinctively you kick her, not hard but enough to give her the idea to back off.

”twitchy are we? Alright no wounds there then. Are you bleeding anywhere?”

Shoko starts to coo at you to come here like you're a shy puppy. She guides you to a stool in front of the counter,

”Can I check your stomach?”

shoko feels up under your gown, hands trailing your sides before reaching the sides of your stomach. Your eyes trail her movements, wondering what she could possibly do next, it really seems you were in a world of oblivion.

”Im gonna check you for wounds now, alright?” you continue to stare blankly as her cold hands roam up your thighs and legs. Instinctively you kick her, not hard but enough to give her the idea to back off.

”twitchy are we? Alright no wounds there then. Are you bleeding anywhere?”

You shake your head, you seemed perfectly fine in Shoko's eyes. Further inspections can be done in the morning, it'd be too tiring to do a whole checkup now then later, besides she knew she'd probably have to patch up Gojo and Geto before the night was all the way over.

”alright well, you can't sleep in those uhm.. dirty clothes. I'll get you some spares.”

Shoko goes deeper into the house to fetch you some cleaner clothes but upon return, you've already changed your clothes. Cropped shirt with some shorts and fuzzy thigh highs, all in pastel and soft colors.

”you didn't mention you already had clothes, guess I wasted a trip then”

You just shrug your shoulders and look around, your pink mini bag was still on, almost like you refused to take it off— but that's not really Shoko's problem to deal with, she's not the one to do laundry

”tonight you can lay on this pullout couch, fold it back up in the morning”

And with that lazy job of a physical, Shoko goes back upstairs to her 'room' or whatever you'd like to call it. Nobara's leg half off the bed, cuddling with one of the wolfish dogs.

It almost seemed to be no room but it still works— Shoko lays on the on the far edge of the bed close to the wall as she falls asleep, it may be crammed but it's comfortable enough.

Your eyes flutter open, almost in shock to see a albino man looking back at you. His wide crystal eyes pour into yours as he analyzes your face.

”hmm”

“satoru get outta her face like that. Your being extra”

”oh really? She's literally sleeping in our bed”

”if you'd listened to shoko like a responsible adult then you'd know Why she's in our bed”

”well whyyyyy is she here since you wanna smart ass?”

”nanami found soaked in blood on the side of the road and brought her here for a checkup”

”since when did we take in stray's?”

”shes not a stray satoru she's a person in need”

Gojo rolls his eyes and continues to try and coax you out of the pullout bed. Its honestly quite laughable with how he's behaving— like a spoiled child who doesn't wanna share toys, space, or even breathing room.

But even with Gojo's whining and complaining you are still in the slow process of waking up. You take a gaze around the living room— the smell of weed and beer fill your senses as you get a look around.

Ash is scattered around the room with empty beer cans, old takeout left around the counter and weird sticky balloon..?

The house looks lived in or in other words a fucking mess, but you've seen worse. Way worse

You sit up and make your way to the counter to where the tall pretty black haired man is making coffee. You sit at the island and just watch him in silence.

Suguru turns around and slides a cup of coffee to you from behind the counter as he examines you himself. No scars, no scratches, no bruising to even show what nanamin had described. You just look like you came out of a cotton candy factory

Hell, even your face expressions don't even show any signs of trauma.

”can you tell me your name sweetheart?”

You perk up at the name sweetheart. You remember someone calling you that before but, it wasn't in a nice way. You don't respond and you continue sniffing and inspecting the coffee

”dont wanna talk? That's fine.”

It’s been a bit over a hour and you still haven’t really said anything. You’ve asked suguru to to refill your coffee a few time but you didn’t have to use words to ask that.

You gaze in and out of reality until the sound of fingers snapping in your face makes you jump back to reality and realize your surroundings. The white haired one is looking over you and asking more condescending questions

“Helllooo? Are you even listening?”

Satoru huffs as he slums over to continue to mess with you

“I was askingg—UGH, do you know where you live?”

You slowly shake your head, eyes wide and just staring back into his deep icy blue eyes. They seemed to go on for infinity

“Do you have any family or somewhere where we can drop you off at?”

Again you shake your head no, which only earns a groan from Satoru

“What So you just don’t have any family?”

You shrug your shoulders

“How can you not know!?!”

The ingrowing scowl on his face seems to be more prominent at his unhelpful information gathering attempt.

Hours later and you’re still sat at the counter top. You were told you could sit back at the couch but it seemed you were fine with just sitting there and looking out the window. A few hours later nanamin comes back, him coming through the door seems to be the only thing grabbing your attention

Your eyes immediately dart to look at him as he’s coming through the door with a drained look on his face

You don’t say anything to him, you just watch as he walks past you, to the fridge and grabs a beer and downs all his hard day’s frustration. Luckily it’s Halloween break at his job (just the weekend and two days off, super shit but we don’t mention it) so he has all the time in the world to figure out your mess.

“Did she say anything?”

Gojos eyes subconsciously roll as he answers

“No! Dumb brat didn’t say a thing. The only things we know are: She doesn’t know where she came from, she doesn’t have any close relatives and she doesn’t have anywhere to go”

“Did you check her wrist?”

“Why in the hell would I do that”

“Because it’s a hospital tag. It says the place she came from”

…

All that struggle… and for what? Because gojo couldn’t use his very pigmented eyes??!?

Gojo basically hops over the couch and yanks your wrist to read the fine print of your wrist band, the text was faded but still readable a bit

‘Dr. Smileys Happy Asylum’

Odd name for a said “Asylum” And the address was funky to, Yellow brick drive? The fuck? Either your lying about being from the hospital or you just didn’t realize you were in a fucked up one

“Wow nanami this is soooo helpful.. yeah this shit doesn’t help much either”

“Maybe we could just, research the damn doctor?”

With all gojos unhelpful sarcasm it’s really getting to him tonight.

You on the other hand weren’t much help either, you just sat and watched the two be passive to each other. On the inside you thought it was a bit funny at how the two gave good suggestions but never actually doing them.

Maybe they can get somewhere tomorrow but today was.. was just unbearable.

“Okay since you wanna act like a fucking child when you’re a full gown goddamn adult I’ll just take her to work with me tomorrow.”

Nanamis sudden switch in tone makes you and Gojo finally realize that he’s maybe a tinnyyy bit done for the night

“no it’s fine. She can just come with me a and geto”

Gojo felt a bit guilty purposely putting up this much of a defiance to nanami, like yes he really didn’t get why your here but it seemed a important to nanami so he would try and make whatever he’s trying to do easier

“I appreciate that gojo” a weary sigh escapes his lips as he finally distresses “you and geto can have your spot back she can just, sleep with me tonight. We will figure this out more tomorrow”

hope you enjoyed this chpt somewhat. Getting started on the outline now and sorrrrryyyyy for the long wait, life go crazy haa… as always, all copyright belongs to @raggasopretty and @bigraggatheopstoppa posting on another sight, translation, and ect will make me rock ur shit <3

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It took Lucifer a few moments to realize that Adam was rocking him slowly. He was so exhausted, so Lucifer just leaned to Adam's chest.

Adam held him for a few hours. He was surprised that he didn't find himself minding the king being in his arms. In fact, if he wasn't careful, he would surely be blushing from the fact that Lucifer went to find him for comfort.

Once Lucifer was asleep and breathing a bit better, Adam placed him in bed and pulled the blankets on top of him.

He was sick of Lucifer not telling him anything. Adam hated watching him die. He was a pain in the ass, but he didn't deserve this.

Adam slowly and quietly left his room and went to find Charlie. Hopefully, Lucifer has spoken to her about everything going on.

And lucky for Adam, she was just coming out of her office, and her guard dog wasn't with her.

Adam: Hey rainbows.

Charlie jumped and turned to face Adam. When she saw him, her face beamed.

Charlie: Adam! You're out of your room! And on your own! That's amazing!

Adam really hated that he actually liked Charlie's praise. But he'd rather die again than tell her that she was actually helping him.

Adam: Uh- yeah, thanks. I need to talk with you, are you free?

Charlie: Wow, Adam. Two therapy sessions in one day? I love the excitement, but spilling your feelings is exhausting, and it's probably best we leave this be a two appointments a week kinda thing, Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes: It's not about me, it's about your old man.

Charlie: O-Oh! Right! Come on in!

She held the door open for Adam and followed him inside. Charlie tried to hide the nervous ticks she had. She's really hoping this meeting will help her dad.

Adam: Right. Look. Your dad is... currently dying. And he won't fuckimg tell me anything, and it's driving me nuts.

Charlie: I understand, he won't tell me much either.

Adam sighed: Just... I want to kill the fuckers he's crushing on. Lucifer won't do the surgery and refuses to talk to the bastard doing this shit. So, if you know who it is, I'd like to know.

Charlie: ...you... want to kill h-them?

Adam: Yeah. Killing sinners is kinda my thing. What's one more?

Charlie: Oh, Adam. That's really adorable! Oh my god! You want to help someone!

Adam groaned: Look, princess. I may be hot, but that doesn't mean I'm a cunt, alright? He's in fuckibg pain, and as much as I... dislike him, I'd feel better disliking him when he's not on his death bed. So, do you know who he's got the hots for?

Charlie beamed again: You don't hate him anymore?!

Adam: Charlie! Come on, man! I'm really trying here!

Charlie: Okay, okay, sorry... yes. I know who da has a thing for.

Adam: Okay. Great. Where are they?

Charlie tried to hold back her smile: At the hotel~.

Adam: What?! It better not be that radio bastard! Actually, I hope it's him, I've been meaning to finish the job...

Charlie: ...what? You want to kill Al?

Adam blinked: Uh... no. Anyway, is it... a chick?

Charlie: A-Adam! The only chick's here are Vaggie and Nifty!

Adam: ...yeah?

Charlie: No! It's not a chick!

Adam: A dude? I knew that fucker was fruity... alright. The cat? He'd be easy to kill-.

Charlie: No! It's not Husk-!

Adam: The porn star? I mean, I get it. Four hands are kinda hot.

Charlie: It's not Angel-!

Adam: Hm... who else is here...? Bitch, you don't have many guests, huh?

Charlie rolls her eyes: There's one other guest here, Adam.

Adam: ...hm....

Charlie wanted to die. He was actually thinking about this?

Adam: ...Oh no. It wasn't that snake fuck, was it? Shit. My bad-.

Charlie: Adam! It's not Pentious!

Adam: The fuck are you yelling at me for?!

Charlie pulls at her hair: Did you lose some of your brain when Dad beat you up?! It's you, Adam! Fuck!

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Hanahaki Disease

The day of the failed extermination was the end of many things for Lucifer. The end of Heaven's terror, the end of his isolation, the end of the Exorcists, but most importantly, it was the end of the First Man.

He had his fun, taunting Adam for anything and everything, his weight, his wives, his attitude. He knew there was no way in Hell Adam would ever be able to beat him, let alone hurt him. But it was fun to rile him up, fucker did put his hands on his daughter. He deserved it.

Feeling Adam's mask break open under his fist was so incredibly satisfying, but not as much as feeling the bones in Adam's face crack and snap as he landed blow after blow. Just when he was about to do something horrific with his Hellfire, he felt a warm touch on his shoulder.

Looking up, he was met with the face of his daughter, begging him for mercy. Of course, Lucifer felt a teeny tiny weeeny bit bad when he saw how much golden blood covered Adam's face and clothes. But that feeling quickly left when he crawled out of that crater to spew more self-righteous bullshit.

After that, everything was a blur. The sudden silver blade sticking out of Adam's chest, to him falling, landing on the ground with a sickening crack. The tiny maid on his back, stabbing him over and over. And laughing while doing it.

Lucifer watched as an angel with one arm ran over to Adam and pulled him onto his back. Her begging was hard to listen to. It was affecting a deep part of him that was making him feel sympathy for the pathetic bastard. He couldn't have that.

So, he threw them out. Every single one of them. Forcing the army to leave their dead to be feasted on by the cannibals.

Lucifer helped his daughter rebuild. He even cooked some pancakes for everyone.

It wasn't until he was sure everyone at the hotel was asleep that he went out to check the carnage. At least, that's what he told himself. But it was a useless lie as he beelined for Adam's body.

Lucifer felt sick as he saw the state of it. Most of his stomach was gone, his limbs bitten down to the bone. But the most painful thing was his wings. They were broken, snapped, and torn apart. Eaten.

He was eaten.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the man twitched. And groaned. A bubbling noise escaped his throat, golden blood running out of his mouth.

He's alive.

Lucifer knelt down, his hand hovering just above his chest. It was definitely raising and falling. It was very weak, but it was still happening.

That's when Adam said his final words.

Adam: ...h-hate... you...

Lucifer watched as his eyes became empty. No feeling or purpose behind them. No holy light.

The day of the failed extermination was the end of many things for Lucifer. The end of his old friend. The end of all the good memories he had from Eden. The end of his hope to repair things with Adam.

But, the day after the failed extermination was the start of many things for Lucifer. The start of seeing Adam's chest slowly start to raise again. The start of Adam's stay at the Hazbin Hotel. The start of Lucifer's own personal Hell. The start of hanahaki disease.

It started the first day Adam was at the hotel. The man looked broken and defeated. He didn't even argue with Charlie when she told him about what he'd need to do to stay here. And she wasn't holding back, and neither was Maggie.

She had her spare pressed into Adam's neck the whole time. But the light in his eyes was gone, the need to fight back. He was still healing and was quite the horrid sight, but even that didn't give him any mercy from the members or workers at the hotel.

He watched Adam limp his way to the room Charlie said was his. The whole time, he said nothing, even when Lucifer made a few small threats to his life of he tried anything.

Lucifer felt a tickle in his throat, and he coughed and cleared it.

Lucifer: Hm. Weird. Better not have caught anything form those fucking angels.

Little did Lucifer know that was the start of something truly horrible.

[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ four

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

summary:

You go out to a bar with your team and kwon sees an opportunity.

OR reader teaches kwon a few moves

notes:

I can't dance so I did my best describe it.

Also, if you are the person who asked me to write a fic of the reader getting hurt. I accidentally deleted your request, but that is something that i'm working on a little bit.

part one // prev part

1.1k written by:

S A R A H

You sat with Sam and Robby a table away from Dimitri and Eli. The bar buzzed with music and chatter, but you were more focused on your water (you didn’t like drinking, same as Robby, and pop was off-limits during the season—you were strict about keeping your body in peak condition). Sam and Robby were deep in conversation about Tory and Miguel, their voices low but laced with tension.

“ I hope Carmen is okay.” Robby said idly, spinning his straw in his glass “ Did you talk to Miguel before they left?”

Sam shugs, “ for like thirty seconds. We were excited to go exploring but now…” 

You nudged your twin with an elbow. “ You feel any better?” 

He scoffed, his lips curling into a humorless smile. “ No, honestly I'm actually thinking of adding rum to this coke.”

Sam smiled a little thinking he was kidding. “ Yeah right you don't drink.” 

Robby’s gaze dropped to his drink, his fingers tightening around the glass. “ might be the time to start, I've been screwing everything up since Tory put us on break and it's not even affecting her.” 

“ Like salt on an open cut.” 

“ Yeah, she's fighting better than ever.” 

 Sam leaned forward letting her arms rest on the table. “ Tory chose the other side and I feel terrible for her but we can't keep letting her get in our heads like this. We just have to accept she's against us.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “ You guys are acting like we're at war, she's not against us.” You said with a shake of your head. “ She picked a different team because she was vulnerable, and a master manipulator took advantage of that. It’s not that simple. You of all people know that, you were talking about it last night.” 

Sam stared over your shoulders without replying, her facing falling. “ I'm gonna get some air.” She said getting up. 

Both you and Robby turned confused  following her gaze to the door. That’s when you saw them—Tory, Kwon, and a few of their teammates walking in, looking every bit like they owned the place.

Kwon stared at you and gave you a little nod. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he made his way across the bar.

Your back straightened unconsciously, and you had to put your hands in your lap to stop yourself from messing with your hair. 

Kwon stopped beside you, his smirk growing wider. “ Hey,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking with yours. “ Dance with me?”

Before you could say anything, Robby’s chair scraped back as he stood abruptly, squaring his shoulders. “ She’s not interested.”

Kwon barely glanced at Robby, he only had eyes for you. “ I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself, man.”

“ Robby cool off, it's fine.” You said, trying to defuse the situation.

Robby frowned, his jaw tight, but he didn’t say anything else.

“What do you say?” Kwon asked, his voice low enough that it felt like the rest of the room disappeared.

You hesitated, glancing at Robby, who was still standing stiffly. Then you looked back at Kwon.

“ Okay,” you said, taking his hand.

Kwon’s smirk turned into a genuine smile as he led you to the small dance floor at the center of the bar. “ I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“ Why?” You looked up at him.

“ You don’t like disappointing your team.” He huffed. 

“ One dance won’t kill them.”

“ Just one?” He teased, slipping an arm around your waist. “ I plan to keep you here all night.” 

You felt your cheeks get warm, but put an arm around his neck anyway. “ One,” you repeated, though your lips twitched into a smile. 

“ Counter offer, ten and a kiss.” He said with a sly grin. 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes went wide. “ Damn you got a drink in you already?” 

“ Nah don’t drink in season.” 

“ That right?”

He hummed swaying with you to the beat. “ That’s right.” 

“ Five and I teach you how to two-step and a shoulder dip.”

“ Deal.” He said almost before you could finish talking. “ Sounds like you know your stuff.”

“ My mom used to take me and Robby to bars all the time, I learned a few things.” You took both his hands and held them up by your sides. “ A two step is easy, all you do is step forward with your left foot, then follow with your right foot. Then go back, right foot first and repeat.”

“ Just go back and fourth?”

“ Yep, super simple.” 

So that’s what you did, a back and forth two step until he seemed to get bored and spinning you. “ Alright now show me the other one.” 

“ Okay,” you laughed. “ First thing, take my hand,” he did. “ Now you're going to spin me out, away from you.” 

He did as told, spinning you out and pulling you back in, “ Like that?” He asked. 

“ Just like that,” You encouraged. “ But when you pull me back, spin me in twice, so towards your body.” 

He did both steps again. 

“ Perfect next cross your arm over and slide while I drag my hand around your back.” You explained while showing the moves you were talking about. “ Now I do a half spin so my back is facing you and I am going to fall.”

“ A trust fall?”

“ Yes. There is more but I don’t think your ready to carry me on your shoulders.”

He scoffed playfully, “ I can, promise.”

“ Swear you won’t drop me?”

“ Yes.” He says, “ what’s the saying?”

“ Cross my heart?”

“ And hope to die, yes that one.”  

“ Okay in that case, grab my waist.” He did. “ I’m going to jump onto your shoulders, on three ready?”

“ Yes.” He effortlessly picked you up, and ducked his head under your spit legs. 

“ Next I’m going to swing my left leg around and you are going to keep hold of my right, when I do that my body will fall into your arms while I keep an arm around the back of your neck to support you. When we both are standing again you will spin me one more time with the hand you have around my thigh. Got it.”

“ Understood.” He yelled back over the music. 

“ Ready?”

“ Yep.” He confirmed. 

You did everything you said you were going to, albeit a little clumsy, with it being his first time, but at least he didn’t drop you like the guy who taught you did. He was spotting Robby, who was holding you, the two of you were only ten and thought it’d be a cool trick to show mom. Instead you got your first concussion, and Robby broke his nose when he fell face first into the floor.

Kwon steadied you as you spin back to him, his arm loosely draped around your waist. His grin was wide and infectious, “ real speed this time?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he spun you out and back in while you giggled.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to eat a golden cow me and my crew found on an island after I attacked my captain for sacrificing 6 of our men?

Okay, so—I'm an adult man. I've been away at sea for a long while, twenty years in fact. The reason I left so many years ago was because I was sent off to fight the Trojans in a war. It was tense, and anxiety inducing as shit—but somehow we won because our captain managed to get us through it all. My captain (who I'll just call O for this story) is someone I've known for a long time. He's the brother of my wife, and we've been close for a very long time now. But, like.. okay, hold on, let me just keep explaining.

So, after we win the war—and after he apparently drops a baby off a tower because the mighty sky God Zeus told him to, we head out at sea. But I find out we have no food supplies. So I go to tell him we ran out. His response—'Oh, no worries! Let's just watch where the birds fly and see where they go so we can find somewhere to hunt food'. I think—'Okay, okay, kinda reasonable'. We find an island, and one of our scouts (who I'll call P) says he sees an island in the distance. But we see this weird glowing shit that we think is fire? So I decide to suggest we raid the place just to make sure there's no time to waste. But O refuses, and decides to straight up head into the island with P alone so they can find food themselves and so no one ends up dead. I'm thinking we don't actually know what's gonna happen, but.. hey! Hey, he's the captain here, right? Better to trust him. So he goes in. He comes back. Apparently these weird ass fucking alien things told them there was a cave to find food, so we search for it. We find it. We head inside. There's a bunch of fucking sheep everywhere, but hey! Free food, right? So we kill one. Then this MOTHERFUCKING CYCLOPS comes out. Not even kidding! Not even kidding—it comes out, and is like 'You killed my sheep.. it was my favorite.. blah blah blah'—and proceeds to LITERALLY ALMOST KILL MY CAPTAIN!! IM THINKING—HEY! MY CAPTAIN WILL GET US OUT OF THIS! AND HE TRIES! HE OFFERS THIS THING WINE THAT IT TAKES FOR SOME REASON, TELLS IT HIS NAME IS 'NOBODY', AND IM THINKING—MAYBE WE'LL GET OUT OF THIS! HA! NO! NO, IT PROCEEDS TO MURDER SEVERAL OF OUR MEN WITH OUR CLUB. SO WE'RE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT! BUT WE ATTACK ANYWAY. LONG STORY SHORT, P FUCKING GETS CRUSHED AND DIES. WE ESCAPE. BUT HEY, WE NEED FOOD EVEN THOUGH ALL OUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD, SO WE GO BACK IN AND BLIND THE THING! IT STARTS LIKE CRYING FOR SOME REASON?? AND THEN WE HEAR THESE OTHER DISTORTED VOICES WHO TURN OUT TO BE OTHER CYCLOPSES! WHO ARE THE LITERAL SIBLINGS OF THE CYCLOPS WE FOUGHT. I'M PANICKING AND THINKING WE SHOULD RUN, BUT NOOOOO.. turns out the Nobody thing ended up working though because the other Cyclops bitches left. So we go to get the sheep and leave. But then the captain turns right back around for some reason, and starts LITERALLY YELLING AT THE THING!! HE EVEN SAYS HIS NAME, THE NAME OF HIS KINGDOM, AND BASICALLY ENDANGERS EVERYONE JUST CUZ HE WAS BEING LIKE 'HEY BITCH LOL GET FUCKED YOU GOT SPARED BY A KING'. BUT I DONT SAY ANYTHING CUZ I GOTTA BE LOYAL, RIGHT??

I.. I don't even think I can say everything he did here to be honest. This man did so much shit! He willingly goes up to this weird ass island in the sky and gets help from a wind god who keeps whispering to all of us to open the bag—and I try to resist, but I can't cuz of the weird ass god magic shit, so I open the bag! We get blown all the way back to the 'Land of the Giants'. TURNS OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING GOD OF THE SEA HIMSELF IS THE CYCLOPSES DAD! HE KILLS HUNDREDS OF OUR MEN. BUT WR STILL HAVE THE WIND BAG SO O OPENS IT AND WE LAND AT THIS ISLAND THAT BELONGS TO A SORCERESS WHO TURNED OUR MEN INTO PIGS!! O GOES TO SAVE THEM EVEN THOUGH I'M LIKE 'Dude you're gonna fucking die you don't even know what she can do' AND SOMEHOW SUCCEEDS!! WE GO TO THE UNDERWORLD. I SEE P AND O'S MOM IN THERE. IM TRAUMATIZED. AND AFTER WE SEE THIS WEIRD ASS DRUG DEALER LOOKING PROPHET GUY, O SUDDENLY HAS A ANIME VILLAIN ARC MOMENT AND SHOUTS ABOUT HOW HES GONNA BE A MONSTER NOW. WE SAIL OUT. WE FIND SIRENS, SO WE KILL 'EM! BUT HE ORDERS WE 'CUT OFF THEIR TAILS AND LET THEM DROWN'!! CUZ THATS TOTALLY A SANE THING TO DO!! AND THEN WE SAIL THROUGH THE LAIR OF SCYLLA. I ADMIT I OPENED THE BAG CUZ I FELT KINDA BAD TO BE HONEST. O IS LIKE 'Ay man it's cool just take this torch real quick', SO I DO! SIX OF OUR MEN, ALL OF WHICH WERE HOLDING TORCHES (I THREW ONE DOWN WHEN I REALIZED WHAT WAS HAPPENING), PROCEED TO LITERALLY DIE. SO WHEN WE LEAVE AND I REALIZE HE JUST KILLED OUR MEN, I'M LIKE 'HEY MAN WHAT THE HELL???'. HES LIKE 'NAH BITCH I CANT SAY ANYTHING', SO I'M LIKE 'DUDE FUCK YOU' AND I START FIGHTING HIM! ONE OF OUR CREW MEMBERS STABS HIM AS HE LITERALLY THROWS ME TO THE GROUND. AND AFTER HES OUT, I HAVE TO CONVINCE EVERYONE NOT TO KILL HIM. WE FIND AN ISLAND WITH COWS. WE GET THERE AND TIE HIM UP. THEN WHEN O WAKES UP AS IM ABOUT TO KILL A COW, HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO BEG ME NOT TO KILL IT EVEN THOUGH WE HAVENT HAD FOOD IN SEVERAL WEEKS! I'M DESPERATE AT THIS POINT, RIGHT? SO I DONT LISTEN AND STAB IT. HE STARTS YELLING AT ME AFTER, SAYING WE'RE ALL DOOMED. WE RUN BACK TO THE SHIFT AS THE SKY GOES CRAZY WITH THUNDER. ZEUS SHOWS UP! I GET BLASTED CUZ O CHOOSES US TO DIE INSTEAD OF HIMSELF. AND NOW IM STUCK IN THE UNDERWORLD WRITING THIS..

God.. I feel like I'm talking to a therapist. Point is—am I the asshole?

[sirxlla]

Deja Vu

----------------------------------------------------

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Prompt: Part 2 to Past Misunderstandings, Tyler getting the reader to go around a horses again

Notes: gender of reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

It had been about six months since the rodeo incident and you and Tyler had fell back into that 'Peas in a Pod' attitude. The two of you inseprible again, Layin in the back of his truck in the middle of his dad's damn near ten acres. His feet played with yours, his cowboy boots pushing against yours.

Tyler didnt know exactly what had happened to Moonshine due to the fact he left and the fact you both didnt talk to eachother. He was curious asked about the gunsmoke colored horse and you told him what happened....

Bobcats weren't overly or exceedingly uncommon for the area but they usually stayed away from livestock in this area due to a lot of the farmers killing them or scaring them off with shotguns.

Unfortunately, a few years back one of them ran straight right for your horse, of course your sweet boy got scared and tried to buck you, a foot stayed trapped in the stirrup for a few feet before you came loose.

Regrettably, for you and Moonshine the bobcat kept going right after that horse, that sweet horse you'd had for damn near almost your whole life. There was nothing you could do but leave him because as soon as they had latched onto his backside another came out of nowhere and went for the neck...All you could do was save yourself. Everyday you wished there was something more you could have done.

After you explained what happened to Tyler he rubbed your back with a sad sympathetic expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Tiny. You loved that horse..." He smiles as a memory crosses his mind as he gazes at the clouds.

"You remember when we took him out to that field after we ditched school and we laid in the grass on that blanket all day. It was cloud watching, right?"

You smiled sadly, you know Tyler was just trying to make you feel better. Tyler always had a habit of knowing exactlt what to say to distract you.

"You cant say every cloud looks like a penis!" A laugh left your throat as you repeated what you had said to him, it wasnt just cloud watching...your had head spent that whole day on Tyler's bicep cuddled into him like he was your favorite teddy bear, not too different from how you were now.

The way your eyes light up just made Tyler feel so much better about how you felt right now over Moonshine. His heart swelled at the laugh that left you, music to his ears. He was so glad to have you back.

"Hey, I know you might not be ready for it but...My dad's just came into possesion of a horse who's really skiddish and he can't get her to come near anyone. I know your dad's horse Whiskey was pretty skiddish when y'all got him and you were the only one that got him out of that shell, you and your dad...Uncle's (You both called eachothers dads Uncle cause of the way you both grew up together) tried with this horse and she just wont budge. My dad asked me to ask you if you'd try."

"What's wrong with her?" You looked up at Tyler with a bit of worry as you spoke.

"He said something about her buckin' and stompin'. I think he also said something about her tryna bite." Tyler massaged your scalp as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah...I can. I can try." You told him with a bit of nervousness in your voice. Not only were you scared with how wild this horse seemed but letting a horse in seemed bittersweet after Moonshine. Cantaloupe (your brother's horse) was different cause you'd known that horse all your life but you know Tyler's dad and he wouldn't stop tryna break this horse, if done wrong he'd hurt her or himself bad at least.

A few days passed and Tyler picked you up and got you to his dad's farm. This barn was the same from that night but now the memory was fond because you knew it really had meant something to Tyler. He winked in acknowledgment of the spit you two had done it, which earned a blush from you.

You held Tylers hands with nerves as he guided you down to the horse, every step closer and noise that was made riled the horse up even more. You squeezed his hsnd with nerves, you knew horses like this were dangerous. Tyler's dad slammed something down in pure anger as he left the stable, his eyes fell on you. He had a black eye which you assumed was from the horse.

"TT, if you can get that damn horse to calm down then you can have the damn thing. I've had it up to here with the damn bitch!" Tyler's dad wasnt one to curse a lot but he was clearly pissed as he stomped off.

"You dont have to do this, Tiny." Tyler told you, he was clearly nervous about this after seeing his dad the way he was and hearing the commotion inside the stable.

"If I dont then what happens to her? Huh?" You asked, it was like all nerves had been stripped away and you went into savior mode. This was how you were when you were younger, determined and didnt back down from a challenge.

"Okay." He backed down cause he knew how you were, he grew up with you like this and it was good to see you step back into yourself.

You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes before opening them on exhale. You slowly slipped into that stable. 'Oh, she way beautiful' you thought, a Leopard pattern to her fur. She looked at you like you were a challenge but as soo as you saw that you bowed you head and bowed infront of her.

"Hey...Hey, Beauty....It's alright...It's okay, Mama. I aint here to hurt you." You spoke softly and stayed in place by the door. Invading her personal space without permission is clearly what Tyler's dad fucked up on.

"I know, Uncle was an asshole. He came ib here acting like he owns the place." You said with a smile, that day you didnt even get close enough to touch her. As much as you loved your uncle, he could be impaitent.

As weeks passed you and her got closer as did you and Tyler. You and Tyler had started sleepin at eachothers places, innocent little kisses and hugs turned into showers together. The two of you didnt have sex or anything, it was just intimate and close. His body pressed to yours as you leaned your head back as he pulled you closer to him with his arm around your torso.

You got closer and closer to this horse, your 'uncle' had given the horse to you. When she was ready for it you had saddled her up and rode around with her.

Tyler had been asking after the beautiful white and black spotted horse so you introduced her to him, made him go slow and respectful and before you knew it she'd cuddle her face onto Tyler's arm to get him to pet her.

Tyler was so damn proud of you, he pulled you close to him and kissed you deeply pushing you against that same interior wall of the barn like he did in highschool but this was more. It was more languid and passionate, your hands found his face as he kissed you.

"We doing this again?" You asked against his lips with a smile and whisper.

"You wanna do this again, Tex?" He asked just to make sure you he wasnt pressuring you.

Your eyes flitted back and forth as they ran through the possiblities, 'Was this a good idea? Should I?'

Masterlist

[neverpathia]

What happens if you flash the victim the look?

Voice of the Slasher: "Oooooh! Fun! Let's see, let's see! Might make this particular stabby-stabby a new, new experience!"

Voice of the Feral: "Nice thinking. Lure the prey in! And then we pounce."

The Victim: "Hey?"

Voice of the Superior: "Surely she would never be able to resist us, after all. We're divine."

Victim: "...What the hell are you doing standing there like that? Fuck off! Or kill me or something."

Narrator: "For once, I agree with the Maiden. Just what do you think you're planning?"

Voice of the Huntsman: "Yeah. The Look? What even is that?"

Feral: "What?"

Slasher: "Whaaaaaaaat?"

Superior: "How absurd."

Feral: "The Look. We've all used it."

Slasher: "Come on! It's been our perfect disguise! It makes us look so innocent, and so handsome, and definitely not like crazy blade murderers!"

Superior: "Surely...you don't mean to tell me that you've never used the Look, now?"

Slasher: "Even the kitty uses the Look!"

Feral: "Kitty? Where?"

Narrator: [sighs] "You're going to have to stop arguing with yourself and actually do something for once. It's now or never."

[Give her the Look.]

Narrator: "Okay. Fine. Whatever. You avert your gaze, relaxing your features in preparation. I hate to break it to you, but you look terrible right now."

Huntsman: "No wait, what are we even doing???"

Victim: [Snorts in amusement.]

Narrator: "The Maiden snorts in amusement."

Victim: "You know that's not gonna work again, right? We've been through this, like-"

Narrator: "And then...you flash the Maiden the Look."

Victim: "..."

Feral: "..."

Superior: "..."

Huntsman: "..."

Slasher: "Aaaaaaand?"

Narrator: "I don't want to say this. You're all just wasting your time."

Slasher: "Go onnnnnn. We can always get back to the killing later!"

Narrator: "...Alright. I guess this is my job." [Another long sigh.] "The Victim stares at you, completely dumbstruck."

Victim: "No. No fucking way. He can't do this- God damn it that's- uuuuurrrrrgggghhhh!"

Narrator: "She immediately looks away as she groans in frustration. Her eyes are wide, her face completely flushed."

Victim: "Why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he hot, why is he fucking hot?! How is that fair?"

Slasher: "Oh! She likes us!! Yay!!"

Superior: "Just as she should. It's a miracle she's not grovelling at our feet right about now."

Narrator: "She buries her face in her hands. Or at least she tries to, but she can't exactly bring her left hand anywhere with that chain binding it."

Victim: "..."

Narrator: "She blushes. Furiously. She steals multiple sidelong glances at you, before quickly reminding herself that you are what you are and trying to hide away again. None of it successfully masks just how flustered she is."

Huntsman: "Is she...in love with us? What?"

Superior: "Ohoho, of course she is. After all, we-"

Victim: "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I'm sorry, what the fuck is this? This is not fair. I want out. I hate you. A lot."

Narrator: "The Victim thrashes and curses at the dirt as she tries to deny her lingering feelings for you. Okay. You've had your fun. Are you happy now?"

Slasher: "Hehe."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Still

cw: alcoholism, bad coping mechanisms

previous // Wildefire Masterlist //

•°•°•

He held the plastic water bottle in a tight metal fist, not bothering to snap the seal and open it. Spyglass had handed it to him, right after she'd ushered him to the beat-up sofa in the rogues’ living room. Hospitality. It felt like a foreign concept to Alexei these days; a polite garnish that didn't matter to people like Chopper or Uriah, at least not when they were dealing with people like him. 

The bottle of vodka was still in his other hand. Spyglass hadn't tried to take it away, and he supposed he was grateful for that. At least he was free to make his own bad choices. Still, he wished he'd thought to sober up before collapsing on their doorstep. Allies or not, the last time he'd been here, he'd woken up without his cybernetics, shut in a room, and yeah they'd fucking saved him, but he hadn't asked them to, he hadn't…

Lex took a shaky breath, eyeing the vodka. 

(cry, fly, sigh, why)

No. Steady on.

This time, he was asking them to save him, wasn't he? Or at least asking for help to save himself. He wished the room would stop spinning, he wished his heart would fucking slow down. He was in the company of familiar strangers and maybe that was safer than the streets but was it really safe? (Strafe) He should've sobered up, he needed his head on straight, his wits as sharp as he could get them. If coming here was a mistake (break), if he'd jumped the gun, he had to be able to run, he had to be able to fight them off. 

Could he? 

(spry, dry, lie)

Could he?

“Hey.”

Lex flinched at the voice, the stinging smell of burning plastic filling his nose as his arms flashed hot, melting away the hospitality bottle. Plastic stuck to his hand in a goo, water puddling on the ground below it. Fuck.

“Whoops.” It was the kid who'd startled him. Firebrand. Spyglass had said something about telling the others he was here, didn't she? His memory was as blurred as his vision. Not good.

He dug a metal knuckle into his cheekbone, willing his head to clear. Firebrand stood on the other side of the room, her head canted to one side.

“You look rough.”

This kid. “I had a long night,” he replied, trying not to let his words slur. He wished he'd left the bottle outside, in an alley, something.

“I didn't think you'd come back.”

“Mhm.”

“Spyglass said you wanna kill Uriah.”

He clenched his jaw, nodding.

“So do I.” Her chin lifted, and his eyes caught on the silver beads twisted into her hair, clinking softly with the motion. They'd been gold before. 

“I think we could do it,” the girl said. “You and me. We're strong enough.”

“You don't look like a killer.”

“Could probably kill you if I wanted.”

He was struck by the sudden urge to laugh. Her audacity never ceased to amaze him. With the state he was in, she was probably right, but somehow, the notion didn't fill him with panic. Felt a little more like old times, like banter with other Neath contractors. But unlike them, the kid was face to face with every ugly scar he had and not giving a damn. It was... refreshing.

“How would you do it?” he asked. The weight of the bottle was becoming more noticeable in his hand, but he tried to ignore it. Not in front of the kid.

“Burn down his office while he's stuck inside,” Firebrand said without missing a beat. “All of Titanium, gone.”

“What about the fallout?”

“I'm a fast runner.”

Lex let out a huff that bordered on a chuckle. Maybe she could. Maybe what they really needed was the audacity to act against Corp, to stop being afraid of what could go wrong, to stop thinking of the consequences, of the aftermath, of being hunted down and outnumbered and taken—

“Cinder?”

Alexei clenched his jaw, wrapping both hands around the neck of the vodka bottle, trying to steady himself, steady his breaths. Usually the booze distanced his fears, at least a little. Usually it let him sleep. Tonight… this morning… all it was doing was scrambling around his thoughts, dredging up things he didn't want to remember in front of anyone.

He could see Firebrand taking a seat from the edge of his vision, didn't want to look closer, didn't want to see if she was confused or concerned or disgusted. He kept staring at his hands, dully aware of twisting in his core at the sound of movement to his left.

“Okay, finally got Rosie out of bed. Cinder— ah, shit, let me get you a new bottle.” Spyglass hurried down the stairs, a skinny boy and a pallid blonde girl following behind her. A fresh water bottle was extended towards him, and he took it without much thought, eyeing the newcomers as they took to seats around the room, their own eyes carefully lingering on Lex.

He tried to fight the way his muscles tensed at their arrival; he wouldn't be put on edge so easily, no better than an untrained dog. (slog) He could deal with people, and these people supposedly were on his side. And if anything happened, he could still run. (shun) The sofa seemed pretty flammable. (damnable) That would make an adequate distraction, and the only one with any combative powers was Firebrand, and her powers couldn't hurt him, and—

“Cinder?”

Had Spyglass just said something? He glanced at her, trying to blink her face into focus, trying to sharpen everything.

Her face was open, something… soft about it. Maybe it was the way everything was still a little blurry, maybe it was just too early for her to be on edge.

“I want you to trust us,” Spyglass said after a moment. “So… I think an introduction is in order. A proper one.” She fiddled with her glasses, eyes dropping for a moment before she continued. “So yeah. I'll go first. I'm Sarah.”

He knew. He'd read all their files, after Fox sent him to kill them. He nodded anyway.

“Akeela,” said the kid. “I do fires.”

“Hugo.” Scrawny boy. “Tech stuff. I fixed your arms.”

“Rosie,” said the blonde, not offering anything else. He already knew. Possum. Couldn't die.

Lex swallowed, wishing for the familiar trail of fire down his throat. Four sets of eyes on him were too many. Even before Titanium and Fox and the Tower, it had been ingrained in him to never be the center of attention. Blend in, stick to the shadows. To be noticed is to be in danger of compromising a mission.

“Just Cinder works,” he said. “You all… you know what I do.”

Spyglass—Sarah—didn’t push it, though her smile seemed to tighten at the edges.

“Great. Yeah. Well, Cinder is gonna take the second-story bedroom. I know it'll take some getting used to, but—”

“Isn't that the room that's full of junk?” Rosie piped up, chin in her hand.

“We'll clean it up.” She sighed, turning her gaze to Lex. “Sorry, we just… I wasn't sure you'd come back.”

“It's fine.” He shook his head. A fucking bathtub would be a suitable room if it meant Fox wouldn't find him.

“Yeah, well. That's the team. Do you want me to show you where the room’s at?” She stood as she spoke, keeping a few feet back as she gestured for the staircase.

Yes. Being in here was better than being outside—the feeling of a wall at his back, drawn curtains, locked door between him and any suspicious eyes—but there were still too many strangers surrounding him. Kids or not, he couldn't keep his skin from crawling. He followed her up the stairs, grateful his legs didn't betray him when he stood.

Just like the blonde kid said, the room was full of shit, like whoever'd abandoned the place had used it as a storage room. Sheet-draped furniture cluttered the space, a musty smell sticking to the scattered objects. One small window, covered by a thick curtain. One internal entry point. The door looked flimsy, but he tried to push past that observation. There were allies on the other side, not spies. Maybe he couldn't trust the rogues, not really, but they stood to lose as much as he did if Uriah found them.

“I'm glad you came back,” Spyglass (Sarah) said behind him, and Lex flinched at her voice. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“It's fine.” He should've heard her. The fucking booze was dulling his senses. “I had to come back.” Metal fingers clutched at a covered sofa, dropping as the smell of singed fabric hit him. “I meant it,” he said. “Uriah needs to die.”

Spyglass sighed, leaning on the doorframe. “I know.”

“I'll do what you need me to,” he said. “Kill who you need me to kill, fight, anything. But Uriah needs to die.”

She hesitated. He didn't like that. She had to want the same thing, they all did. If Uriah was gone, maybe they could stop fucking hiding, couldn't she see that?

“It's not that easy,” she said at last.

“Why?”

“Killing Fox won’t get the target off your back. It's not just him. It's all of Corp. Taking out one of their CEOs would just throw gasoline on the fire.”

He knew. Corp was rotten, but it wasn't personal for them the way it was for Uriah. “They wouldn't catch me,” he said.

“What about us? You don't think they can track it back, now that you're here?”

“Then I'll leave,” Lex said through clenched teeth. “I don't need your help to take him out.”

“Then why did you come back at all?”

(spall, brawl, crawl)

He couldn't find an answer to that. He could take Uriah out by himself. He didn't need them, he was endangering them just by being here, so why the fuck would he come back at all? Why had he come here instead of storming Titanium, instead of dragging Uriah out of his bed and finishing the job?

Because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Didn't have anyone else he could take a chance on. Because his weeks of so-called freedom had been a blur of booze and violence, a desperate attempt to move so fast his own fear wouldn't catch up to him, an attempt that always failed. 

Because he was still scared.

“I can't sleep,” Lex answered.

Sarah's brows lowered, eyes searching his face. “Okay,” she said, her voice soft. Nothing accusing, no pity, just something that almost understood. “Okay,” she said again. “Look, I swear we're working on the problem. We'll figure it out, something, one way or another.”

Working on it how? he wanted to say. Was there anything other than death that would be safe enough? Final enough? But all he said back was, “Okay."

Sarah gave him a tired smile, backtracking for the door.

“Wait and see,” she said. “And while you do, I hope you can sleep.”

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[thenexusofsouls]

"Well, so what? My opinion's extremely important, you know," Wade said with an attempt at a pompous smirk. Unless it was because of a dire situation having to do with their job, there was always something a little bit off about Wade's alpha male attempts. It never quite got there fully, or at least it never ventured into the realm of obnoxious or threatening. There was always still a note of softness underneath.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. He's kindof a loose canon. There's no tellin' how he'll react. Sometimes I think I've got him pegged and know where his head's at, and then he surprises me in all the wrong ways by doin' somethin' completely different. It makes managin' a team with him on it an absolute fuckin' joy," he said sarcastically, his eyes rolling a little. "Like I said, he's my friend, but... he's got a lot to work to on."

Wade did feel like he was getting mixed signals from Rose, but... he honestly didn't care. He knew he wasn't gonna win this. He wasn't gonna be the one to be with Rose in the end. So if she wanted to have her cake and eat it too for a while, he didn't mind. Better to have loved and lost, yadda yadda yadda... "Hey, I get it," he said gently. "It's like that game young people play." The way he said it gave the impression like he thought he was sixty years old or something. "Fuck, marry, or kill. I guess Crenshaw is the 'marry' guy, I'm the 'fuck' guy, and I dunno who you wanna kill, but I feel sorry for that poor bastard. Least it's not me." He smiled, attempting to diffuse some of the tension and make Rose feel a little better.

He sighed, though, as she confessed to falling for him and not wanting to lose him. "You're not gonna lose me, Rose. For whatever you want from me, however long you want it for, I'll be here for you. Maybe that's stupid of me, maybe I should draw more of a line somewhere, but... I can't. I'm too far gone for you," he admitted. "It wouldn't break you, though, Rose. You're strong as hell. You'd be okay."

As they kissed more and thing started heating up between them, Wade knew he was really doing something wrong right now. He couldn't stop it though, and what's more, he didn't want to. "I guess we're fucked, then," he said. Maybe not the best way of phrasing that. She pulled him close and against the wall and he couldn't help but press against her. It didn't take long for his jeans to become uncomfortably tight. "Oh, is that what we're realizin'?" he said with a grin. "'Cause I'm... I'm realizin' a lotta things... right now... and they're all tellin' me... we might not even make it to the bedroom." He chuckled against her lips.

Yeah, this is happening. I'm goin' to the special hell. "God, Rose..." he said breathlessly, reaching around to give her ass a squeeze. "I need you so badly..." If she didn't stop this soon, clothes were going to come on. Important ones. "Last chance..." he whispered, though he only meant that as an indication of his desire for her. Of course he'd always stop anytime she wanted, no matter how crappy that was for him. He was nothing if not a gentleman to women... unless they were trying to kill him.

“I’ve missed you. So much.” (Rose for Wade; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"You've been on my mind too," Wade said. He knew he shouldn't be saying things like that to Rose, but it was hard not to. He'd fallen hard for her, despite her wanting to officially stay with Crenshaw. Honestly, he didn't fault her for that. They were together first, after all. It hurt, but it was ultimately her decision. But any time she did pay him the kind of attention he ached for, he accepted it graciously, even against his better judgement.

He really didn't expect Rose to want to keep seeing him this way, not after that one time they were together. As much as he couldn't get her off his mind, he forced himself to accept that it was just a one-time thing. Except that ended up not being true. "How are you? Everything okay?" he asked, knowing there were a lot of fights and drama between her and Crenshaw, and that it weighed on her. Wade just loved Rose. He genuinely loved her. All he wanted was to be there for her, even if she never ended up wanting him in any official sense.

[backpackingspace]

So that poll about how long you've gone without sleep I just rebloged and ranted in the tags about my experience with sleep depervation has me thinking about how sleep deprivation is literally torture. How you're body physically starts shutting down how you die after 12 days. And I can't help but wonder how close to that I was. I was losing time hours and days of it. I couldn't add 2 plus 2. I don't remember any hallucinations but I know they happen after 36 hours so they certainly were happening. I think I can forgive myself my foolishness given those circumstances

[esterigermaine]

Okay, but Halsin, Jaheira, Minthara, and Astarion all taking one look at an Elf dark urge and immediately going "I can influence that"

So all 4 of the older Elves in the party end up being like a divorced couple that can't agree on how to raise their kid.

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been trying to figure out a dynamic between neve and rye that I find more compelling, because right now there's not much of anything there for me to sink my little teeth into. but I think I've landed on something delicious with the idea that especially after minrathous gets fucked, rye looks at neve and sees myrna -- someone he feels he keeps letting down horribly no matter how hard he tries not to and can't quite achieve the approval of/connection with that he wishes so it's better to just pull away completely and disengage rather than stay in that unshifting shame. neve is (very understandably) measured and distant with him after what happened, and he's flashing back to his student days of myrna gazing at the perpetually hungover heartbroken heap of a person of him on the other side of her desk every time he missed the deadline of a paper or project like '...can we at least both agree that this is. a bit disappointing. especially considering your potential.' (and him all smudged black eyeshadow and numb ruefulness being like 'sure that's a very kind way to put it myrna thank you'.)

aside from the 'if I let him get too deeply into this he'll go the way of brom and it'll be all my fault (again)' element, neve thinks rye is dismissing her and her city/being a bit callous in the same way he was after varric's death (listen. how fucking wild must rook's reaction to losing a beloved mentor seem to the rest of the crew who aren't seeing the blood magic paper doll ghost varric the whole time, especially those who got to see them interact. you WOULD think 'there's something wrong with this guy. putting the job first is one thing just not seeming to react at all is another this is fucking freaky', wouldn't you, especially after seeing the warmth in that dynamic in action beforehand.) perfect storm of two people who grit their teeth and turn inwards in pain deciding that not talking about it is their best bet (NEWSFLASH: IT ISN'T) lmao

(rye spent his last year of watcher training on a mostly joyless bender and then got it together enough to finish the eternal orb project last moment in a fevered near-sleepless week instead of the half a year that was intended. emmrich is both astounded and distressed to hear this. "a week? but -- but that is an astounding accomplishment rook!! and also why in the maker's good light would you ever do that to yourself?" ("well you see there was no one to stop me from doing it like that but me. and under those conditions these things tend to happen".) rye was working through/looking up stuff around transitioning and doing every kind of OTHER high level watcher research through that whole time, but ultimately he's an excellent watcher and a terrible student, at least under traditional methods. adhd from here to the fucking moon. touched by something akin to divine inspiration in moments of high tension that pulls all the threads into one coherent unbreakable cord, a bit of a frayed mess in most other settings. in our world he'd be dropping out of a masters program at the very last hurdle in this moment maker bless and protect him)

[carcarrot]

well that was a shortlived good feeling about my job

[boygirlctommy]

ive decided that andoras almost always has crazy makeup and wigs on simply bcus its fun for him. and everin doesnt see him without any of it on until after the birthday party debacle and loses it slightly bcus she thought that was his real hair the whole time wdym youre BALD (hes not bald his hair is just short)