#ALSO SORRY MARK BUT IMMA NEED YOU TO MOVE REAL QUICK LIKE YOU GOT TO SMOOCH PAPANG ALREADY SO I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR OHM GETS TO DO IT TOO

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/1stkgatitos/status/1832036029546827895

SLACK JAWED SHAKING OUT OF MY SKIN CRYING SHITTING YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THROWING UP BLOOD WHILE IN A DEAD FAINT ON THE FLOOR EXPERIENCING THE ENTIRE RANGE OF HUMAN EMOTIONS PLEASE AVERT YOUR GAZE FROM THE PHYSICAL SPACE WHICH I OCCUPY THIS IS AWAKENING SOMETHING IN ME

ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT ALRIGHT COOL COOLCOOLCOOLCOOLCOOLCOOL JUST A QUICK QUESTION: ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO BE A PAIRING IN KIDNAP OR ARE THEY THROWING THIS AMOUNT OF UNHINGED CHEMISTRY IM MY FACE FOR FREE JUST TO GET ME INVOLUNTARY COMMITTED. AND IF IT'S THE LATTER IS ANY GMMTV EXEC SEEING THIS SHIT AND HAVING THE VISION BECAUSE HOLY SHIT

[svnaslove]

cuddles. II

Genre: fluff !! and chaos 😔 !!

Characters: Kishoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

warnings: uhm.. yams’ part is a lil suggestive 😳

#7 | Hisashi Kinoshita | 木下

kinoshita !!

chile let me take a moment to breathe because he’s so underrated but idk how because this man is so pretty !! and kind !! and respectful !!

im about to bark

n e ways

he’s a lil insecure bub🥺

since he sits alot i feel like that did a little something to his confidence :((

but it also made him more aware of his surroundings and he’s very very supportive !!

when you first said you wanted to cuddle he was like

“😳 y-you wanna cuddle?”

kinda scared to at first because he doesn’t know what to do lsjfdls

so you guys started small like just leaning on each other, then laying on each others laps and then full on cuddle sessions <3

he’s so fcking cute !!

if your hair’s long, he ties it up while you’re cuddling so it doesn’t get in the way for you 🥺

if anything he’s trying to make sure you have a good time when cuddling more then himself

#8 | Kazuhito Narita | 成田

cutie !!

again, another v underrated boi, imma cri real quick

he’s literally the cutest ever

he was the first to initiate cuddles and it was so cuteee

he went in to give you a hug while you were standing in the kitchen and he was just like “i miss you :(”

he was touch-starved😭

but then he just...

didn’t let go DSFJLKDS

“kazu, baby, do you want to cuddle?”

HIS EYES LIT UP, HE GOT SO EXCITED

but then he got bashful,,, “if you want to....then i want to too... “

“dummy, i saw how excited you got, let’s go cuddle”

literally happy boi, just trailing after you to the bed to cuddle :))

holds u so tight >.<

but a comfy tight :)

#9 | Tobio Kageyama |影山

my heart goes out to kageyama this absolute baby😭

he’s so awkward because he doesn’t know how to initiate anything and the only thing he’s ever thought about is volleyball

it’s to the point where he has this weird feeling that he just wants to hold you but he doesn’t know how to ask ??

and sometimes he doesn’t know what it is either so he’ll be like, “damn, maybe if i drink some milk, this odd feeling will go away”

spoiler alert: the milk does not help 💔

heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♀️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 

so one day you guys are just late night watching tv together and you’re both under the blanket and he’s like “damn, here’s that weird feeling again”

and he just

stares

he just stares at you because he doesn’t know how to ask because he’s scared to feel embarrassed

you feel him looking and you just turn to him like

“😳 hello?”

literally this pretty ass boy is just staring at you and you’re freaking out and he has no self realization and you’re just there, mad blushing

he gets all blushy too and looks away 

SLKDFJLSDJF

“im sorry :(”

then he can’t take it anymore

he stares again 😭

“ �� tobio, do you need something?”

“c-can we cuddle?”

THIS CUTIE SLDKFJSDLKF

and you’re like oH, THAT’S WHY HE WAS STARING AT ME LIKE THAT

“yeah, come here”

you hold out your arms and he just goes to your arms

you’ll be laying on your back and he’s laying on your stomach 

and you’ll just play with his hair and hum and he just feels so relaxed and he just takes in your scent and gets smiley sometimes 

and now every time he just stares at you, you know that he wants to cuddle, its just a non-verbal agreement now fldsjsljf

bonus:

this position of cuddling with him was the first time he told you that he loved you 🥺

you were just the only person that could keep him grounded, and when he’s like that with you he just feels so at peace and he just realized out of nowhere that he fell in love with you 🥺

#10 | Hinata Shoyou | 日向

🥺 🥺 🥺  !!!

so baby !!

he can’t stop smiling when you guys are about to cuddle

like his cheeks are hurting !! and he’s still like :DD

like nishinoya, he would tickle you too but it wouldn’t go as far as a tickle fight, just a little something to get you to giggle 

squeals “you’re so cuteeee” ALOT

he will squish your cheeks

honestly, at this point, you guys’ cuddles are more like both of you just laying next to each other really close face to face, some limbs intertwined and just squishing each others cheeks, tickling here and there and just tracing each others features

literally about to cry, the puppy love energy is astronomical 😭

count each others beauty marks, i just feel like that is def something that would happen one day lfkjs

silly faces !!

he compliments you all the time like “you’re so prettyy 🥺” but when you compliment him he’s like

“wait🤚 😳 , u talking about me?? 😳” will blush so hard he will blackout

he’ll have to hide his face into like the crook of your neck because he’s all blushy 

#11 | Kei Tsukishima | 月島

i hate him with so much love

does that make sense

yes, it does.

will tease the HELL out of you when you show that you want to cuddle

gets all smug too😤

but tbh he just does that because he just gets wayyy too excited and his hearts all chaos

it’s his coping mechanism for being a simp 🤡

so he’ll just play with you

“oh? you wanna cuddle? hmm, i don’t know, ask me again in 5 minutes”

MF I SWEAR I WILL CLIMB U

also he gets way into that “hmmm” as if he’s thinking really hard about it SDLKJFSDLK

then you get all pouty and leave and he’s like 

“IM JUST KIDDING JESUS WHERE ARE YOU GOING”

he let his simp side show 😔 r.i.p. ur pride tsukki

and you’re shocked, like where tf did tsukki go?? this ain’t him fkjsd

so you mess with him too

“oh? so you wanna cuddle with me now? hmm, i don’t know, you were kinda mean to me earlier, maybe i’ll just ask tadashi or something.”

you’re literally reaching for your car keys and walking out of your apartment and he just 

*SWOOP*

this tree ass mf swooped you out of the floor over his shoulder earning a loud and embarrassing yelp from you and just carries you to bed

“you’re not going anywhere, don’t be an idiot”

puts you on top of the bed and just lays on top of you to keep you from moving anywhere

“KEI THIS IS NOT COMFORTABLE I CAN’T BREATHE”

“then stop being weird saying you’re going to cuddle other people and cuddle me already dumbass”

gets off and you guys lay comfortably together

“i hate you kei” ~in a playful manner ofc <3

“i know” *gives you a kiss on your forehead* 🥺

#12 | Tadashi Yamaguchi | 山口

i will violently *🥺* for yamaguchi any day, everyday

i love him so much he’s just so 🥺 🥺 !!

ok !!

so cuddling with yamaguchi is the softest experience any human could ever go through

he so soft ???

he’s so sweet ???

he’s so cute ???

he’s so respectful ???

im in love.

will always be asking if somethings okay, if you’re alright, if you’re comfy, if he’s doing anything wrong

but it’s never in an overbearing way, it’s more in a reassuring way !

he was def awkward the first time but he just got more comfy with you over time

but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t get all blushy and a lil nervous on where to put his hands because he does

he just wants to know if you’re okay, he doesn’t want to accidently make you uncomfortable

but uhm....

one day...

you two were cuddling

and everything was going good, everything was just fine

in fact, he didn’t even need to ask if you were okay or comfy etc,, because he just knows what you like now and he can tell from your body language

but uhm...

you were cuddling, you were the little spoon and he was the big spoon 

and you just wanted to get closer

so you nuzzled back into him 

and he just

froze.

“tadashi? what’s wrong?”

“uhhhh.....”

literally his face is so red 

and then...

u felt it.

you tense up too and you’re face is starting to get red and you’re like 

“uhh.....is ....that...?”

yamaguchi looks like he’s about to cry lsdfkjs

“IM SORRY, I CAN’T CONTROL IT, YOU JSUT FJSDKL YOU BACKED INTO ME AND IT JSUT DID IT IM SORRY”

literally already standing up ready to run out of there

but then 😳

you just grab his wrist n you’re like

“let me help”

his v*rgin brain just short circuits like $(*#$)(#@*#*)$(@#*$)(@#$*

R.I.P. Yamaguchi Tadashi 2020

damn we already lost daichi and now we lost yams too  😔🕊️ fly high

TOBE FLYYYY HIIIIGHHHH ASE TOTHIDONARIDADE

HIKARU SUBASEYO IMA ZENBU ZENBU FLYYYYYYYY

*raw guitar riffs going WIIUM WIIUM WAUUM WAUUM WIIUM*

Part I: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita

Part II: Kinoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

Part III: Kiyoko, Yachi, Ukai Keishin, Takeda

Part IV: Saeko Tanaka, Akiteru Tsukishima, Shimada, Takinoue

[egyptsblackrose]

Dancing with Strangers

Ok here’s part 2 I guess, this is a bit longer than the first one, I was listening to the playlist again and kinda got into the zone. This chapter is where things get a little hotter but theres no sexy time still...I don’t know do you guys want that? Do you want more plot? I don’t know how long I wanna make this story guess I’ll leave it up to you guys so let me know what you think. Also the image included is one I drew digitally from a template found on Pinterest, if you repost or use it please give just mention me :)

Warnings: swearing in this one, very suggestive behaviour and language, nothing to spicy

Like to Part 1 here-https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648370506842701824/dancing-with-strangers-ok-so-theres-a-playlist

Part 2-

You were grinning from ear to ear, a gentle happy buzz fizzing under your skin as you entered the heat of the club your friends insisted was the best in town. Been an exchange student in a very different country like Japan could have been a scary experience for anyone, but you had actually spend some of your young life living in Hiroshima and made life long friends, 2 of which were currently pulling on your hands to lead you to the bar as they laughed loudly. Japanese was your second language, one you adored and had kept practicing through the years, and when the chance came to study at the same uni as your best friends for your final year, you couldn’t buy the plane ticket fast enough!

“Y/N! What are you drinking?!” Miku shouted to you over the music, Sakura already flirting with the barman.

“Same as before, just a vodka and coke please Mi-Mi.” She nodded and turned to Sakura, yelling at her to order the drinks already. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at your friends antics. They never seemed to change, no matter how many years passed.

Taking a look around the club, you was somewhat relieved that the crowd on the dance floor wasn’t too crazy. You could hold your liquor pretty well, hence why you weren’t as effected as the others in your group, and you didn’t want to loose people in the crowd.

A sudden shiver took over your body, heat stroking your skin like a touch, trailing over your form. Not so surprising, people were often surprised to see a foreigner in the clubs, so you brushed it off. Taking the drink Miku had bought you for her round, your group cheered and took a drink. As “Such a Whore” finished, you and your friends cheered as “Sexy chick” began, quickly finishing your drinks and heading to the dance floor.

———

Blue and black eyes roamed the foreign beauty with no attempt at hiding their interest. She was stunning; her lush hair shimmering in the flashing lights and flowing with every move she made, dressed in something skin tight and pretty to show off her curves but not too revealing and flashy, make-up made to look natural and only flatter her already pretty features. Her body rolled in controlled rhythms to match the beat, her feet shuffling. God she was a sight for sore eyes.

Her face lit up as she and the group surrounding her recognised the beginning of “Lights down low”. Then the real show began. It was like she rehearsed the dance before, singing along to the sinful words. Gojo licked his bottom lip slowly, his blue eyes glued to the way she threw her head back and grinned cheekily at no one. Kakashi couldn’t stop staring at how her hips snapped and thrust like she was acting out the song from both male and female perspectives, his hand tightening dangerously on the glass bottle now finished in his hand. Images of possibilities filled their minds.

“Damn,” Gojo sighed almost to himself.

Kakashi nodded in agreement anyway. “Please tell me you don’t want her for yourself.”

Gojo grin was devilish. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, passing his brother another beer he’d just bought, sipping as the foreign beauty dancing like a damn belly dancer to “Culo”. “Do you wanna try make the first move this time?”

The other white haired male shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to risk loosing this one.” Gojo patted his back good natured lay. He was proud of how far his best friend had come in his confidence and prowess, but he knew he had a way to go yet.

“I know what you mean though pal, what a catch.” His blue eyes narrowed at some men clearly eye-fucking you. “I’m gonna make our play before one of those wolves takes a bite.” Kakashi levelled the group was a fierce glare of his own, nodding in approval. This was their hunting ground after all, others had to wait their turn and take the scraps.

Handing his half empty bottle to his still glaring friend, Gojo gracefully weaved through the crowd, gently easing past the many women trying to dance with him. He was determined, his goal set, eyes locked on you.

Your friends span you, making you laugh, but you paused for a second to grin as “Promiscuous” opened up. What you hadn’t expected was a very hot, very pleasant voice to gently sing the beginning “How you doing young lady,” into your ear.

Surprised, you turned only to pause as the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever seen pierced through your gaze and stared right at your soul. Your cheeks heated as the man grinned, pleased at your staring and continued his singing. Blinking to clear your mind from the surprise and shock that a damn MODEL was hitting on you, you began singing too.

“You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it.” Your tone held a warning in there somewhere, wether he picked up on it over the volume was another matter. The white haired beauty before you laughed cheerfully, smoothly taking your hand and spinning you to face away from him, before pulling you back so you were pressed up to him.

“I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.” He teased, hands squeezing your hips. You didn’t even pause, singing the reply but focused more on moving your body to the beat, and into his. “Promiscuous girl, your teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.” He growled in your ear, causing your spine and insides to shudder in delight. You tilted your head back and laughed, only hitting his chest. God this guys tall.

You dipped to the floor and brought yourself up elegantly against him, now facing the dazzling stranger with a teasing grin of your own. “I’m a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely imma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.”

The male’s grin turned hungry, his large hands dragging up the side of your body from your hip, tracing your collarbone, before wrapping his hand around your throat. There was no pressure, he just rested his big hand there, engulfing your neck easily, making you look at him as he bit his lip. “The names Gojo Satoru, and you beautiful, can call me Sensei.”

“My names L/N Y/N, not beautiful, flattery only gets you so far...onii-san.” You smirked back as the song changed to “Where have you been”.

Gojo smiled genuinely, letting out a long hum of amusement. “Then let me start by buying you a drink beautiful, I left my brother all alone at the bar just to try talk to you.”

Laughing, you raised a brow. “Talk? Yeah right. I’m sorry but I’m out with my friends, and I don’t want to leave them, I’m the most sober one after all-”

“Of course she’ll have a drink!” Miku all but screamed excitedly. You turned to her with a frown, opening your mouth to refuse, but she grabbed your arm and whispered loudly in your ear. “He’s Gojo Satoru, and his friend is Kakashi Hatake! They’re like small time celebs around here, they’re both hot as fuck and close. Like REALLY close, they only ever take a girl home who they both want, they know what the fuck they're doing too and they’re policemen! Trust me, go with them and thank me later! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Miku all but pushed you into Gojo waiting arms, the male chuckling charmingly at the scene. You watched as your group of friends gave you thumbs up and shooed you away, Sakura and Miku blowing you kisses and winks. “What the?”

“So, what can I get you beautiful?” Gojo purred in your ear to distract you, his arm wrapping comfortably around your shoulders and leading you back to Kakashi who had ordered another drink, and was straightening out his shirt and hair out of nervousness. “Don’t worry, just one drink, anything you want and if your not having fun by the end of it, then I’ll escort you back to your friends myself.”

You bit your lip, about to glance back at your friends to check on them, when another handsome white haired male gently smiled at you, with stunning black eyes, an adorable beauty mark on his chin, a dangerous scar over one eye and a perfect jawline. “One drink wont hurt then, I guess.” You replied, almost shyly as you stood between both men, leaning against the bar.

One drink turned into four, and they were not drunk quick ether. You had lost track of time and songs playing as Gojo and Kakashi bantered easily, always keeping you involved and centre of attention. You were beyond grateful that you could hold your liqueur and hadn’t being going crazy like your friends, it made it easy to follow along with the conversation. You were quick to pitch in effortlessly with cheeky and teasing remarks that had the 2 men both in stitches with laughter, and enamoured with you all at once. Most women were happy to sit and giggle, focus on looking pretty and flirt with suggestive touching, not really focus on what they were saying. You were intelligent, modest and sweet with undertones of naughty delight. It excited both men more than anything had in a while.

When a more suggestive song came through the speakers, Gojo sent Kakashi a discrete look, both leading you to the dance floor after your drinks were finished. Once in their favourite spot, their stage was set to begin the best part of the hunt. This part was more than just seduction, this was about using the music, their words, bodies and heat to turn yours on to the max, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And their favourite spot held just enough cover and darkness to keep all sinful acts a secret.

You inhaled sharply as Gojo’s large hands spread over the front of your thighs, pulling firmly so your back and body were pressed into him, while Kakashi’s rough hands gripped your waist, one of his legs pressing between your own. The two moved in synch perfectly like a well oiled machine, Gojo rolling his body into yours as his feet shuffled. The roll forward would drive you into Kakashi, and more importantly your core onto his firm muscular thigh. The male in front of you would gently shuffle and thrust forward as well, the action meaning there was absolutely no space between you and their hot hard bodies. Their hands would guide and encourage your own dancing, focusing on your hips and slow movements that was driving them just as wild.

You felt like you were melting from the inside out, there was a craving for more deep within you, and it was burning hotter the more they teased. Fingers would lightly graze your breasts and a insincere “sorry” would be breathed into your ear through a smirk, lips would brush your neck, hands would squeeze and tighten their grips at random intervals, keeping you tense and senses focused on them and them alone.

Only when you were a dazed, panting mess did Gojo deem you wooed enough, and Kakashi insisted on getting you another drink. At some point, Gojo had picked you up by your hips as Kakashi had pulled up a bar stool for you, easing it under you. The action was so quick and effortless for both men you couldn’t help but blush, especially as Kakashi kept a hand gently resting on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles there. Gojo’s hand was rested on your thigh as well, like it was nothing, and smirked at you now not hanging to look up so much to meet their eyes.

You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “Careful beautiful, I might just take that tongue if you don’t watch out.” He growled hotly into your ear. Holy-

“I think she’d like that Sato.” Kakashi grinned, groaning the words into your ear. You’d noticed how he’d relaxed more and more as the night went on, becoming a little bolder with you when he saw you weren’t pushing him away or favouring Gojo. The touches were turning less and less innocent or ‘accidental’, and the way they looked at you... Gojo had no shame, staring hungrily at each and every curve, licking his lips hungrily as his hands would skim the line between teasing and inappropriate, working slowly to drive you crazy. His blue eyes drank in every hitch in breath, every shudder, his own patience thinning as he watched your perfect teeth graze your wet lips. Kakashi had a different approach, he wanted the eye contact, he want you to look into his eyes and see he wanted you. “She’s panting, poor thing.”

You hadn’t noticed how your chest was rising and falling rapidly, too busy trying to hide the fact of how turned on you were caught between these gorgeous men. “Your right brother, her thighs are clenching too. What images are forming in that naughty mind of yours beautiful? Care to share? We’d be happy to make them reality, wouldn’t we Hatake?”

The most sinful, hungry groan rumbled through your ear in response as Kakashi stood forward and shielded your body from view of everyone else in the club, sneakily easing a hand up your thigh. Up and up and- you gasped, the single finger making you jump and let out a whimper. “God yes, I want her to make more of those sounds Sato.

“I’ve already called a taxi.” Gojo said lowly, pushing his body into your side so you could feel every hard line and ridge of his toned form, and something poke your arse. “You ready to go beautiful?”

All you could do was nod, too afraid of how desperate you’d sound if you tried to speak. Downing the rest of your drinks, you squeaked as Kakashi eased you off the stool and immediately directed you towards the exit, Gojo leading the way to the taxi and opening the door for you, both always touching you as your legs wobbled and mind raced.

Part 3 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648557120920354817/a-rose-by-any-other-name

[c-rose2081]

Image Credit

Three Little Dragons

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Huma | Gildrey | Mal & Audrey BROTP

—

It was happening. It was happening right now and Evie felt like she was choking. It had been a few weeks since Audrey — Ben’s Aurorian Dragon — had laid her clutch of four eggs. One of them had been lost in a battle with some stray dogs, leaving only three in the little makeshift nest. Audrey was healing up nicely from her battle wounds; a result of that night. Her mate Gil, a Costal Dragon belonging to their friend Uma, was as attentive as any father could be. And the two, in Evie’s mind, made a picture perfect couple.

Mal, her own five-year-old Isle dragon, seemed a bit sick of all the gushy stuff.

Mal was a dragon who liked to cause mischief, wrestle and play games. She was young at heart, but knew bullying Audrey wasn’t an option while the young Mother was nesting. So she took to watching Evie sew in the den, or rolled around within old scraps of fabric on the floor to entertain herself.

Sitting in the living room that night with Mal laying atop her legs, Evie glanced up as Audrey startled from her nest. Watching curiously, the creature began to pace around the eggs, sniffing at them in the plastic tote which had been their home since the incident. Evie wasn’t sure if what she saw was true, but she swore one of the eggs wiggled in its place.

“Did you see that Mal?” Evie asked her best friend, looking down at the purple beast. She merely huffed a smoke ring in response, tired already of all the baby talk. No doubt she would be pleased when Audrey healed, her eggs were hatched and things went back to normal. Turning back to the nest, Gil was standing now as well, his big armored head looking into the tote. Grabbing Mal by the underbelly to set her aside, Evie rose to her feet for a better look.

Audrey, who still paced, flicked her tail slightly in protectiveness. But she didn’t hiss or growl, nor did she bite Evie which was a blessing. Squatting down to rest on the back of her heels, the bluenette stared at the eggs, urging one to move.

And it did.

There was a little wiggle, and another, and another. All three little eggs were wobbling in their nest home.

“Sweet Merlin,” Evie breathed, rising to her feet and running full speed into the foyer. Ben, her dear husband, was working upstairs in the office, “Ben! Ben come down here quick!”

Grappling for her phone, Evie had just found Uma’s number when a brown head of hair peeked over the stair railing.

“E? Is everything ok?”

“It’s happening Ben! It’s happening right now!”

“E, this is the third time -“

“No I mean it! I saw the eggs move! And Audrey and Gil are all worked up!”

“Oh...my god,” Ben breathed, leaning against the railing, “it’s really happening?”

“Yes! Now get your cute butt down here! I have to call Uma. She needs to be here!”

And Evie called their friend, who at first was also skeptical of the hatching. Evie couldn’t blame her; she had been a little over excited at the due date of the babies coming. But she had seen the eggs move with her own eyes, and Uma needed to know. After hanging up the phone, she met Ben in the living room. Like she had been doing not ten minutes before, he was crouched down by the tote. Audrey was up on his shoulder, looking down at her brood as though to say, ‘look what I did, Ben!’.

“It’s happening tonight,” he breathed, rising to a standing position and grabbing Evie round the waist, “it’s really happening!”

Giggling in delight, Ben gladly deposited Audrey back down to watch over her eggs while they set up. Evie busied herself with filling a bowl with warm clean water, while Ben grabbed some extra soft blankets and old towels from the linen closet. When Uma arrived — clearly having ran every red light and stop sign to appear so quickly — Harry her duffle bag slung over one shoulder. Clearly, they were prepared to stay the night.

“Hatchlings outside a sanctuary are rare,” Uma told Evie while dawning a pair of yellow latex gloves, “a lot of domestic dragons aren’t healthy enough to have strong offspring. So it’s important we check that all the babies are healthy, and can get out of the eggs.”

“What happens if they can’t?”

“Baby Dragons who can’t get out of their eggs end up starving,” Uma winced, removing a small scalpel blade from her bag and examining it, “imma just make sure we won’t have any problems. Harry, go hold Gil so he doesn’t charge me. Ben, watch Audrey to make sure she doesn’t take my fingers off,”

Nodding, both men moved to their respective places. Mal, disturbed from her nap by all the commotion, grumbled as Evie picked her up as well. The Isle Dragon hadn’t shown any protective urges since the night of the dog attack in the garden, but no chances needed to be taken. Uma, using a steady hand, used the scalpel to make ‘+’ shaped incisions on each egg’s ceiling.

“It relieves the pressure in the shells, and makes them more fragile,”

And just as Uma pulled back her hands, everyone leapt in excitement as a little head began to poke its way through the first egg. It was the largest one of the clutch, dark and ribbed with a bit of white gradient at it’s bottom. And as a little beaked head with a small tuft of magenta fur poked out, sticky with egg goop, Evie’s heart melted as it gave a little chirp.

“First one out,” Uma announced, “looks like a female.”

Audrey immediately went to the baby, sniffing at her little head as though to double check she was real. Soon, two front legs with hooked claws burst through the shell. The dragon was tiny, almost as tiny as Mal had been. And Evie worried as Uma carefully reached in to pick up the critter.

“It’s alright,” she soothed Audrey, who looked a tad irked, but not ready to bite just yet, “it’ll just be a minute. Ben, eyes on mama,”

“Got it,” Ben said with a small salute, gently running his hand down Audrey’s ridge to ease her worries. Handing Uma a wet towel from the bowl, Evie watched in stunned wonder as she cleaned off the little body, revealing a pair of small wings.

“She’s got a lot of Audrey in her,” Uma commented with a laugh, “hello there. Imma just flip you over,”

There was an unhappy baby dragon chirp as the creature was rolled onto her back, revealing a unique underbelly marking. It almost looked like a white skull. Holding a finger against her chest, Uma felt for a heartbeat, “strong heartbeat. Loud crying, and no doubt she’ll start feeding the minute we give her back to Audrey. What’s her name then?”

Glancing up at Ben and Evie, the couple looked at one another and came to a silent agreement.

“Why don’t you name her, Uma,” Evie suggested, “you’ve been such a great help the past few weeks. I would’ve pulled all my hair out without you,”

“I agree,” Ben nodded, still stroking Audrey who was poking at the two eggs still unhatched in the nest, “your choice.”

“Awe well,” holding up the baby dragon for a better look, Uma nodded and smirked, “Celia. I have a friend of mine, Freddie? She’s really into voodoo magic. Says the name has some powerful undertones on the other side,”

“Celia it is then,” Ben nodded, the group watching as Uma replaced Ceila in the nest where Audrey immediately took her by the scruff to tuck under her wing. It wasn’t a second after that did the second largest egg jerked hard. The shell gave way with a mighty CRACK, and another small, flimsy looking dragon rolled from the nest and into the blankets face first.

“Talk about a grand entrance,” Evie breathed, gently reaching into the tote (while watching Audrey) to pick up the little rascal.

“Another female,” Uma commented, “and a unique pattern,”

Indeed it was. This dragon was speckled green, pink, yellow and white. Her wings were tiny compared to Celia’s, but the end of her tail was massive and poofed out in all possible directions. On her head were two forward facing horns like her father, and she had a facial marking that almost looked like a pair of glasses. In Evie’s palm she wobbled a bit, falling from her feet to her side with a squeal.

“Awe. Are you a bit dizzy?” Evie asked, gently using a finger to help the creature stand again, “that will be your name then. Dizzy the Dragon.”

“She looks good, if not a bit klutzy,” Uma chuckled, taking Dizzy from Evie’s hand to check the heartbeat, “a little fast for my taste. But that might just mean she’ll be a lot to handle,”

Placing Dizzy back in the tote, Audrey took her under her wing as well. There was one egg left, the smallest of the bunch. It was the egg with a crack in it, and the egg Uma had been most worried about.

“Don’t have your hearts set on anything, ya’ll,” she told them, her voice a tad weary. Audrey, now nursing two small dragonlings, made a small trill with her beak and reached out her neck to push the egg with her nose. From inside, they all could hear a baby dragon crying.

“What do we do?” Evie asked. Uma was about to answer when Mal leapt down from where she had been sitting on the sofa. Into the tote she sprang, surprising them all. Before Evie could even chide her, the Isle Dragon had the egg in one of her hand like claws. In a flash, she crushed the shell.

“Mal!” Evie cried, afraid that the baby inside was now dead. But to her surprise, a body uncurled and flopped down into the blankets. Acting quickly, Ben was the one to pick up the dragonling while Evie hauled Mal from the tote. It was a tiny little thing, barely the size of a baseball. It had a long ridge of fur like its mum, and tiny bulb spikes like its dad. But the colors that adorned its sisters were gone, leeched to appear black and white. No doubt a mutation caused by falling from the nest.

“It’s a male,” Uma said, “is he alive, Ben?”

Shaking the little creature, he lifted his tiny head and gave a whine of protest, “ok, sorry I asked,” Uma grumbled, lifting her hands in surrender as Ben chuckled.

“This one is Carlos. The little brother.”

“Hand him here, Prince boy,” Uma ordered, taking the baby from Ben to clean and do a checkup. At once Mal, now interested, came to see. She sniffed at the little body, blinking and making a confused noise as he reached out his little claws for her.

“Any particular reason she’s so interested in Carlos?” Evie asked innocently, “I never really pinned Mal here as a maternal type.”

“Could be a few things,” Uma shrugged, checking little Carlos’ heartbeat, “in the wild, Isle Dragons will actually throw their eggs if they don’t hatch. They’re tough puppies, so most babies actually survive it. It just helps break the shells open,”

“So it was an instinctual thing, crushing the egg?”

“Probably. But dragons are kinda weird. We may never know,” giving Carlos one last boop on the snout, Uma lowered him back into the tote. Thankfully, despite being a runt, Audrey accepted him anyway and placed him with his sisters, curling over them with a purr. Harry, who had been quietly holding Gil, released the beast. He at once ambled to the tote, reaching his long turtle neck over the edge to have a look. Audrey gave her mate a happy little kiss, one of reassurance no doubt, and Evie crooned.

Mal, who sat between Evie and Uma, huffed rather loudly. It almost sounded as though she were trying not to care, though her eyes were firmly fixed on the tote.

“So Mal,” Evie said, pulling the dragon close to her with an unhappy little grunt, “how does it feel to be an Aunty?”

Mal gave another loud wail of annoyance as Evie chuckled, and the gathered friends watched the new dragon brood. Finally together at last.

—

A/N: Decided to adjust the formatting for better reading ability. Let me know if it bothers anyone?

[silver-wield]

I wanna hear your thoughts on the scene where Cloud, Tifa and Barret just finished fighting that big machine when the were scaling the wall to go save Aerith. (Sorry I totally forgot the name of the boss) Where the platform they’re on totally gives way and they all start falling.

Just finished the fight, or pre and post fight? Imma do the latter anyway cause I love being validated when I saw something and had people tell me I was seeing things.

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be reasonably long.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone’s interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis) 

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog) 

Tifa character analysis 

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis/theory – I should probably update this since I’ve had other ideas since then) 

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti) 

Clotiscrew tunnel analysis 

Cloti reunion analysis 

The Promise Analysis 

Andrea’s approval (Cloti ask response) 

Leslie analysis (not mine, but a good read) 

Cloti action touching 

Aerti friendship analysis 

Cloti body language chapter 3 

Cloti healthy disagreement 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

Recap time! So our trio have made it almost to the top of the collapsed plate in Sector 7 and they stop to take in the view. After that there's some banter and a boss fight and more action touching. I just wanna say before I start that a lot of this is at a distance, so it's not gonna be much of an analysis since there's so few close ups and all the body language is geared towards protective/rescue type movements, which is pretty obvious.

Gonna start with the pre battle image here of Cloud smiling after making a joke because certain people like to get it in their heads that he's being serious here because it’s a callback to the whole “merc/money” thing. The fact both Tifa and Barret chuckle and Cloud literally smiles – DO YOU SEE HIM SMILING HERE?! – has a pretty simple meaning that he's grown close to them. He's no longer that cold af mercenary who only goes on about money in a serious way. This is his version of camaraderie which suits his dry af sense of humour.

Ok, so our heroes are triumphant and pretty pleased about it. Just throwing this one in for context since what comes next is pretty fast paced.

While Barrett's crowing, Cloud's already noticed something's wrong. That's just how quick his reflexes are. Frowning, looking at the mech. He can tell something's about to go sideways.

KABOOM! Platform starts collapsing, taking Tifa with it. Cloud's speed off the mark here is almost too quick to capture. He goes after her before she even realises she's falling. He wasn't even facing her when she slipped. She made a noise and he turned. That's how attentive he is towards her. Like, fucking hell, man, I'm blown away more and more with every in-depth look at their interactions.

We know Cloud's graceful af from watching him fight (not to mention that dance scene), but honestly, this looks next level even for him! I think this is the only time he goes this far with his body language. He's got his arms wide for balance, legs bent, I mean, he is literally using the tilting platform to increase his speed. This takes so much skill I'm super impressed! And he did this without even stopping to consider what he needed to do. He just did it.

Tifa's reaching for the ground, not Cloud, btw. I don't think she's noticed him yet – he's not quite in her field of vision – so she's attempting to save herself because she's not some damsel.

And if you think this screen was easy to get, you're wrong. I've literally never seen this bit of this scene before, it happens that quick! Cloud leaps without even being able to see if he's lined up with Tifa. This looks like an instinctive action from him. This isn't something he's been taught, this is all him wanting to protect Tifa and going above and beyond to do it.

To further reiterate the last screen, he's just leapt at her and hoped for the best. I mean, he could've knocked into her and sent her flying, but he got his arm around her, swung them both around and then shot a grappling hook all in one smooth action. This is definitely SOLDIER!Cloud in the driver's seat if anyone was wondering. There's no way our poor flawed real!Cloud could do this without second guessing himself. That's why he's got the false persona, so it'll give him confidence in situations like this to protect the woman he loves.

Cloud's totally focused in the moment and relying on Tifa to hang onto him now he's got her. For her part, I think she's a bit “wtaf where am I?” because everything happened so quickly. She's got her eyes squeezed shut, so she was clearly scared she was about to die.

Well, I was trying to grab a different shot that proved my point Tifa had her eyes closed and opened them when she heard the grappling gun fire, but this one's better. Yet another part of this fast paced scene that I didn't quite catch because it all goes by so quickly.

Cloud's got his arm around her waist, while she's clinging to his shoulder. To be fair, this isn't a very secure hold by either of them, but highlights the urgency of the moment. He's not been able to get her in a secure hold so he needs to get her to safety quickly.

Tifa's not even gripping him, which validates how quickly everything happened and how she's not caught up to what's going on. Not surprising, really. This all went by in milliseconds.

I honestly wasn't going to screen this either. It's the part where Barrett's line breaks, but I caught sight of Cloud and Tifa in the corner and thought why not? You'll see the hold still isn't that secure and Tifa's legs are all over the place. I will say it looks like she's got a tighter grip on his shoulder from this angle, so that's something. And...is Cloud’s hand splayed on her butt? I don’t wanna say yes, but the angle of his arm is suspicious.

And this is why Cloud's so damn good at what he does! Barrett's line snapped and he saw him falling from his peripheral vision! How on the ball is this guy?!?! Damn, with everything he does throughout Midgar and – we can assume -- beyond I honestly don't know how he can think he's not a hero. He is definitely a hero. Not a perfect one, but damn, he absolutely brings 110% to everything he does!

Omg Tifa's hold is worse than I thought! She's got her hand flat against his chest. I mean, at least grab hold of his shirt or something! She's barely holding onto him, so this is all him with his arm around her waist making sure she doesn't slip. I've gotta forgive her, I mean, it was quick action and I sure af wouldn't move anything in case I fell whatever the distance is between them and the ground lol

Even though Tifa's position is precarious af, Cloud's still relying on her to be his partner in this situation. He can't save Barrett, so she has to.

This is just a nice shot of how graceful they both are. Reminds me of when they're in the drum separately and Tifa and Aerith fall off the pipe – Tifa lands on her feet, Aerith lands on her face – and then Barrett and Cloud fall off a platform and Cloud lands on his feet and Barrett lands on his ass lol

It's telling that these two have similar balance and grace in a fight – probably why they combo so well.

And if I said the above screens were hard to get it's nothing on this one! This happened between one second and the next! I replayed it a million times to get that shot of Cloud going to put his hand on Tifa's back because I knew that's where he had one of them, but damn, if that wasn't boss level rewinding to get!

Okay, obviously the focus is saving Barrett here, and with that in mind the second Cloud's feet hit the ground he tosses the grappling gun to one side and goes to help Tifa haul him up. He puts one hand on her back and grabs her forearm with the other, lending her his strength and support.

And there's the proof in case anyone doubted my eye. That is Cloud's hand on Tifa's lower back. His other hand is gripping her forearm out of frame. I mean, does he need to have his hand there? Is that supportive in the context of the situation? Wouldn't it make more sense that he has his arm fully round her to stop her slipping? I know some of yall would be like “yes, that's better” from a ship pov, but from an action pov it does make more sense that he's got her in a firmer grip. It's almost like part of him doesn't want to make that closer contact because it's too intimate and he's trying to be professional. It's SOLDIER!Cloud basically. Mr “I keep my distance”. The guy who got them through that whole mess. Which does go to show that Cloud relies on that SOLDIER persona to save everyone's asses, but it also makes him more detatched. However, when there's no danger, he's more himself again.

I'd like to point out that if he'd actually had a better hold on Tifa, like I pointed out, she wouldn't have fallen over because Cloud would've been bracing her more. As it is she's on her ass and after checking Barrett's in one piece – quick look – Cloud's offering his hand to Tifa. We can't see his face in this moment, but we could guess there's an element of oops about him since it was kinda his fault she fell over.

Some quick banter and it's onto the Shinra building.

Conclusion:

Ofc this is an amazing action sequence! Everything happens so quickly that you definitely have to back and watch it again, pause it and examine everyone's faces and body language to really break down the sequence of events and motivations – besides rescue.

Cloud is definitely living up to the SOLDIER hype, even though he's never been one. I wonder how he got so skilled. Is this CC stuff? Or is he just going for broke and getting lucky? It says a lot that he'll just dive into whatever danger is around when Tifa's life is on the line. But, he also trusts her to come through in a pinch too. He just had to say her name and she got his meaning. That's some beautiful synchronisation from them. They're showing how much of a unit they are. Battle couples are one of my favourite tropes and that whole mind reader part of it is just perfection to me.

Even though this is a scene of SOLDIER!Cloud at his best, that side of him also knows he can trust Tifa to support him, and even while he's being all business there's part of him that still yearns to be close to Tifa and has to resist.

[pixelatedrose]

Soulbound Part Two

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Word Count: 2,955

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, Background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, bullying, mention of drugs and alcohol, threats, Unsympathetic Remus, Unsympathetic Deceit, implied mention of sex (wow this fic went from 1 to like 67 real fast) Please leave a comment and tell me if I missed anything that should be tagged or if you want anything tagged!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

IMPORTANT NOTE!! I changed all of their last names cause I didn't like them. So. Yeah. Also sorry this seems a bit late, I got caught up with doing things and school and we had a ton of snow (where I live we never get snow) and so I was a little distracted all week. Sorry about that y'all!! But its here now, so yeah!! Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 2

Roman woke up with a start, his wrist stinging. He looked over at his clock that read a time much to late- or early- for it to be reasonable. He rubbed his stinging skin and tried to go back to sleep. 

  This was a regular occurrence. Waking up at two am to a stinging wrist or shoulder, sometimes an ankle or forearm. Once he woke up nearly screaming as his left side felt like it was on fire.

  He didn't quite know what it was, but Roman never thought much about it. I mean, people woke up with little pricks sometimes, right? He'd probably slept on it wrong or accidentally hit his bedframe in his sleep.

  Roman lay in bed, tossing and turning as he tried to fall back asleep. He looked over to the clock once again and sighed. It was only an hour before his alarm went off.

  Not seeing the point in trying to go to sleep anymore, Roman swung his legs over the side of his bed and started getting ready for the day.

  After taking a shower and pulling in clothes, Roman's alarm rang out two seconds after he was done styling and drying his previously wet hair. He slapped it off as quick as possible, suddenly not wanting to wake anyone else up.

  Roman inched out of his room and into his brother's, flipping on the lights, much to his brother's dismay.

  "Turn the goddamn lights off…." His brother muttered through his pillow.

  Roman sighed. "Nope! C'mon Remus, it's time for you to rise and shine- or whatever it is that you do when you're awake- and get ready for the first day of school!" He walked over to the broad window and threw open the blinds, letting light filter and flow into the already lot room, the sun beams hitting Roman's twin in the face.

  "AaaAAAHH!!" His brother screamed. He sat up in bed and shielded his face. He glared at Roman after adjusting to the light. "I'm going to sell your organs on the internet you pile of horse sh-"

  "Love you too, brother! I'm gonna go make breakfast now okay bye!!" Roman zipped downstairs, not wanting to stick around to see whether his brother would act on that threat or not.

  Ten minutes later Remus came loudly down the stairs and yelled at his brother. "DID YOU GET OUT ALL THE CEREAL AND THE POPTARTS?!!?"

  Roman sighed, looking at the counter that was overflowing with four different cereals and a box of poptarts. "YEAH BRO MAN I GOTCHU!!" He yelled back.

  Remus entered the kitchen area with his heavy heeled boots and skipped over to the cereals. He poured a little of each box into a bowl and unwrapped a poptart and crumbled it on top. He went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of not milk but orange juice and poured it into the abomination that was in his bowl.

  Roman looked away and tried focusing back on the eggs he had in the pan in front of him. "I cannot believe that you actually eat that, Remus! It's revolting!" Roman bemused.

  Remus shoveled a spoonful into his mouth, staring at pointedly. "You," he sputtered through the mouthful of 'Cereal'. "My brother, have no taste." He swallowed and gestured to his bowl. "This is a masterpiece of a meal!!"

  Roman made gagging noise and slid his single solitary egg onto a piece of toast. "That's not even a meal! I daresay it would harm someone rather than anything else!"

  Remus scoffed and took another bite.

~~•~~

  Today was the first day of their sophomore year, 10th grade and they couldn't wait for it to start. Or at least, Roman was excited. Remus had made his opinion adamant; he couldn't care less if the school caught fire.

  But nonetheless, it was a day they'd all been awaiting, whether eagerly or with disdain.

  Patton had stuffed his backpack full of snacks and colorful pins as gifts for his new classmates and friends.

  Roman had excitedly roused his voice in preparation for theater and barber shop choir he was sure to audition for.

  Logan had packed up notebooks and pencils and pens, all fitting perfectly in his backpack as he awaited learning, a year ahead of his peers.

  Remus had done nothing but think up pranks and plans of destruction of freshman newbies for the start of the year. His phone pinged and he picked it up to look at it.

  A boy known around school as Deceit had discretely packed his bag and pockets full of liquors and drugs to sell to anyone who'd buy. He looked at his email and raised an eyebrow. He turned to his messages and shot a text to his partner.

  And a person of seemingly infinitesimal importance shrugged on a black and purple jacket and sighed heavily. He didn't look forward to this. What's to say it was going to be any different from last time?

  And so, life started as sophomores for each and every one of them.

~~•~~

  Virgil Sanders walked up to the front of his new high school. A place to start over… he thought.

  He pushed his way through the doors and tried to think positively.

  "Well helloooo there my good newbie of a kid!!" A voice rang out. Virgil startled back and bumped into someone behind him. How did someone get behind him so fast??

  "Ah, ah! Don't be scared my good pal!" The person behind him said, his voice was a little too reassuring, a little too happy.

  "I-I'm sorry...I'll just find my own way around…" he stammered out. He didn't want to try and be cocky and make enemies this early into the school year. And his anxiety was telling him to play it safe.

  He didn't even see the two that were harassing him before a voice trilled out, "Oh there you are, babe!!"

  Virgil felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. "Hon-ey you've got to stop running off like that! Gurl, you're gonna lose that cute purple head of yours in the crowd if your not careful!" Virgil looked up to see a boy wearing aviator shades and a leather jacket.

  "Uhm--?" 

  Virgil started before the sunglasses'd guy turned and whispered in his ear, "Just play along, babe…"

  "Right…" Virgil turned and kissed the strange man's cheek. "Sorry babe, won't happen again." He cuddled up to the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. If he was gonna play the part, might as well make it convincing.

  "That's right honey bae! Now let's get you to class!" And the two walked away hand in hand.

  As they rounded the corner, the man parted from Virgil and turned on him. "Sorry bout that honey, but gurl you were in real danger there!" He held out a hand. "The name's Remy b-t-dubs."

  Virgil shook it. "Virgil. Thanks. And sorry for the kiss." 

  Remy laughed and waved his hand at Virgil. "Oh pah-lease babe! Trust me I probably enjoyed that more than you think I did!" He winked and laughed again at Virgil's flushed face. "Now, stay outa trouble, ya hear? Cause auntie Remy ain't always gonna be around to save that cute face of yours hun. But here's my number in case you need anything!" Remy took out what looked like a business card and handed it to Virgil.

  Auntie Remy. Gossip wheel, late night counseling, party boy.

  At the bottom a number was printed. "Hey what-" but Remy was already gone.

  What just happened?

~~•~~

  Remus was pissed. He had received the text from Deceit that morning that there was fresh meat and he was so ready to spill crickets in that loser's bag! And then that stupid 12th grade dumbass senior Remy had to show up and "save the day."

  His eye caught a little freshman boy with broken glasses. He carried his books in his arms and had a smattering of freckles to accompany his bright red hair.

  Perfect! Remus thought maliciously. And crept over to sink his teeth into his next victim.

  "Hey there freckle face!" He called cheerily.

  The boy seemed startled and pointed at himself as if to confirm.

  Remus sighed. Wow this kid is dull… "Yeah you, scarecrow reject! Now Imma make this quick since I already lost one lunch income," he started, slinking around the kid. "Hand over the money you mommy gave you for food today else I'll make sure that it won't stay down."

  The redhead seemed flustered. "Wh-what? B-but, I need that money!" He subconsciously reached for his pocket.

  Bingo. Remus knew his type. Fear would get him what he wanted. He grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt, making the books tumble out of his hands. "Listen here, nerd! You gimme that money or else you're gonna be using it to mend all the bones I'll be snapping in you hand, here!" Remus held up one of the kid's spindly hands as an example, wagging it loosely in his face. His maniacal smile grew as he heard the kid whimper in fear.

  Remus put pressure on one of the kid's fingers as the freckled boy didn't move. "Tic-Toc, brainless bastard!" He snickered sadistically.

  "Fine!!" The kid yelped in fear and shoved the money at the bully. "Just leave me alone!"

  Remus pushed the kid to the ground and shoved the money in his pocket. "As you wish, orange peel!" He stepped on the kid's discarded books and walked over to where Deceit watched.

  "40-60, my snake bitch." Remus said, handing his partner 14 dollars of the 35.

  Deceit counted the money and nodded. "I'm disappointed the newbie slipped by us…" he looked off at where the purple haired boy had been a few minutes prior. "But I think he'll be back…" His amber eyes glowed a near sickly yellow. "And this time we're playing the long game."

~~•~~

  Remus had run off ahead of him so Roman entered the school's doors alone. He had wandered only a few steps inside before a blur of blue and gold barreled into him.

  "GOOD TO SEE YOU, KIDDO!!" Patton shouted, squeezing Roman in an impossibly tight hug.

  "Gah!! Good to see you too, Patton!! But," Roman gasped out, smiling. "I can't breathe, buddy."

  "Oh my GOLLY gee!!" Patton shouted, releasing Roman into open air. "I'm sorry bout that, kiddo!"

  "Really Patton, you should know your own strength by now. It'd be quite a shame if I lost my best friend before we graduated." A deep voice called, his voice laced with amusement.

  Roman softly pushed Patton aside. "Logan!!" He shouted and subsequently barreled into the tall boy, retracting after a right squeeze to just a shoulder hug. "Buddy, it's good to see you!" He laughed.

  Patton made a noise and the two boys turned to look at the shorter one. "And it's not good to see me?! I'm offended! Roman! I am your father-"

  "Not my father-"

  "And you will love me right now!"

  Roman laughed and drew Patton and Logan both into a tight hug. "Man I missed you guys!!"

  Logan gently wrapped his arms around the other two and smiled. "As did we, my friend. As did We."

~~•~~

  It was like any other start of school day. Read syllabus, play a get to know you game, repeat.

  It was really fairly normal for Roman.

  Until his third period.

  Roman knew nearly everyone in his grade, he had been the popular kid back in middle school and that had mostly transferred when he got into high school. So when roll call was being taken, it piqued his interest when a foreign voice answered a foreign name.

  "Roman Prince?"

  "You called?" Roman asked charmingly. The teacher looked at him tiredly. Roman cleared his throat. "Here!" He called a little more calmly.

  "Flora Riley?"

  "Here!"

  "Uh...Virgil Sanders?"

  Virgil Sanders? Roman thought. Maybe I just don't remember him and I'll recognize his vio-

  "Here." A quiet but firm voice answered and Roman checked behind him to see the source of the unrecognized voice. 

  A boy sat in the back of the class with his feet pressed up against the table, curling himself mostly into a ball in his chair. But even so, Roman could see purple hair peeking out from under his patchwork hoodie and stylish, iconic reverse eyeshadow applied to his face. His ripped black jeans and scuffed combat boots made it obvious that there was a new emo in school.

  Cute… Roman thought subconsciously. I mean, he was pretty cute.

  "Alright class. We're gonna play a get to know you game. Now come up and draw sticks." The teacher held out a tin full of stocks with names on them and shook it slightly, letting the wood jingle against the run. "You'll be drawing the person you'll be sitting with for the rest of the semester. You may not trade with anyone, and yeah, that sucks but so does school." The class snickered as people drew sticks. There were only enough for half the class, and the other half drew the sticks.

  Roman was not part of the group that drew sticks. So he sat idly at his seat and began to daydream about how the year would go.

  "You're Roman Prince?" A voice asked.

  Roman snapped out of his dreaming and looked up to see Virgil the Emo standing over him. Roman smirked and out a hand to his chest. "The one and only! Come to admire how pretty I am?" He asked charmingly.

  The emo snorted. "As in pretty dull? Maybe. It is a wonder of the world after all."

  Roman scoffed and pressed his other hand over his heart, as if it hurt. "I'm offended! You wound me!!" Roman held out his hand smiling. "I assume we're seating partners then! How do you do, my emo nightmare?"

  Virgil didn't take his hand, rather he just walked to the back of the class. "Come now, Prince of the Preppy, we don't know each other and honestly I don't think we ever will. We're not sitting up front."

  Roman frowned at the lack of jest in the emo's voice. He thought he and the purple haired boy were flirting wonderfully!

  Since Roman didn't seem to have any other Soul Marks, he didn't have a Soulbound Soulmate. So he freely flirted with every moving thing that breathed.

  But Roman wasn't going to give up that easily. "Hey there, plum hair! Tell me, what's it like looking so fruity?"

  Virgil snorted, and hid his face in his sleeve.

  Nooo!! Roman thought. I wanna see your cute face!!

  "I dunno...what's it like being so fruity?"

  Roman laughed and tried again to reach out his hand. "An absolute delight!"

  When Virgil did nothing but sit down at the table in the farthest back corner of the classroom, Roman deflated a little. This Virgil was cute, albeit a little annoying. I mean all he would do is snark at him! Maybe Roman had misread the situation.

  "Fine alright," Roman have up. "I'll stop talking, panic-at-the-everywhere."

  "Sweet." Though it was the answer he should have been expecting, Roman prickled.

  "So you don't want to talk to me at all?" Roman asked flatly, slightly annoyed.

  "No, not really." Virgil said, pulling out his phone.

  "Really? Like really Really?"

  "Yep." He popped the P and pointedly turned away from Roman.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  "Nope." He again popped the P.

  "You know we're going to have to sit next to each other all semester, right?"

  "Yeah…? And…?"

  "Well you have to talk to me eventually!"

  "And I'll stay here dreading when that dreaded eventually will come."

  "You cannot be serious! Come on I'm fabulous!"

  "Fabulously plastic, dumb, and shallow, if that's what you mean."

  "Shallow?!"

  "Uh, yeah?"

  "How dare-!"

  "Alright class!!" The teacher clapped their hands, stopping the impending fight that was about to break out. They started passing out papers to each of the students. "Now choose one or two, or however many you want and ask them to your partner. And yeah it sounds boring and maybe it might be if you're boring. So don't be a boring teenager."

  Roman and Virgil got the paper and looked it over. It at least Roman did. He finally picked one and asked it, knowing that trying to wait for the Emo to pay attention would be futile.

  "If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?" Roman sighed out.

  The answer that came was almost immediate and nearly shook Roman to his core. "Soulmarks." Virgil seemed to have spat the word out. "I'd get rid of all Soulmarks."

  Roman was about to ask further about it but he heard a loud clang behind him.

  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SLEPT WITH SISSI LETANTA?! YOU SHIT!! YOU KNOW THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND'S LITTLE SISTER, YOU BASTARD!!!" The girl behind Roman was in an absolute rage. The boy she was talki- screaming at was pale and seemed like he'd wet set himself out of fear at any moment.

  "Whoa…yo Virgil check this ou-" Roman had once again tried to communicate with the Emo boy, but turned to see him filming the whole thing. "What are you doing…?"

  "Blackmail."

  "What?!"

  "You never know when it may come in handy."

  "You're the creepiest emo kid I've ever met."

  "And how many emos have you met exactly?"

  "Three! There was this one girl in my middle school that-"

  "Yeah okay you can shut up now."

  "Well thanks."

  The fight had only been broken up by the bell ringing. And Virgil left without saying a word to Roman.

  What a weird, creepy, cute kid… Roman thought. I think I wanna be his friend.

Again, I’m sorry this is later than I wanted it to be, and It’s not as good as I’d like it to be, but I promise I have things planned for this! Big things! Angsty things! Fluff!! I swear it’s going to be better than it is right now, I’m just a little caught up in life at the moment. Hope you liked it! And do feel free to leave a comment if you want me to tag you!! Sweet dreams!!

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(Yandere!Monsta x) Hi...I'm new around here, can anyone show me around? *Shyly smiles fixing my afro Puffs and glasses* I would love to make to make new friends- kina

This may not seem like yandere at all but I’ll still put it in the tags.   

This reaction is also different from the usual way that I do it. Hopefully it makes sense and you can enjoy it.

~Savie

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*All of the boy’s heads turn to look at you as you ask them to show you around. Each one of them waves and gives you a big smile before saying anything*

*Shownu is the first to approach you despite the eagerness exuding from the other members. He pays no attention to the knowledge that the rest of the boys are staring daggers into his back as he gives you a heart-melting eye smile and bow of his head in polite but friendly greeting* “Of course we can show you around. it’d be a pleasure. My name is Shownu. It’s nice to meet you”

*as he takes your hand and holds it in his, both of you hear protests from the others, especially as he’s beginning to lead you away. For the most part you both ignore the others since they tag along but a snark comment from Kihyun about how Shownu will crush your hand and send you to the hospital makes him snap back and push the other boy to the ground with brute force* “Shut up!! You’ll scare our new friend away before they even get to know us properly. Seriously! How insensitive could you be?’

*While Shownu is busy wrestling with a now fired-up Kihyun, Wonho makes his move and walks to your side. The sheer size of him has you slightly shaking in fear but his hearty laugh at the ruckus between Shownu and Kihyun quickly dissolves that fear within you.* “ah! Don’t pay attention to those dimbos, Kihyun’s always getting into fights with us because he acts like he’s tough shit and says stupid things. Lets get on with the tour shall we?”

*Unlike Shownu, Wonho manages to get you through a bit of the tour before I/M catches his attention by yelling out that you should keep an eye on him because you wouldn’t want him to touch you after he’d been fapping to some porn right before you got to the dorm. This just so happens to happen as Wonho was about to touch your back to guide you to the next room.     Wonho, obviously irritated with the outburst looks back to the other boys and threats them with a death glare* “Funny, coming from the likes of you who doesn’t wash their hands no matter what they do. At least I washed  up afterwards and wouldn’t get caught dead doing that while they’re around unlike you!”

*Just as Wonho believes that the boys are going to back off and let him continue leading you on the tour, I/M jumps on his back like a wild monkey and holds him back, nearly making Wonho stumble to the ground.* “Ah haha!! Y/N, it’ll be just a moment. Let me get this ape off my back then I’ll continue showing you around.”

*Hyungwon, seeing his chance at that moment, makes his way forward and pushes Wonho and I.M aside* “Aish!! can you really believe these mongrels? C’Mon y/n, let a real man show you around. You should have to deal with these overgrown buffoons”

Unfortunately for Hyugnwon, Minhyuk had had the same idea. Just as he took your hand in his to lead you away, Minhyuk did the same with the other hand, pulling you in the opposite direction of where Hyungwon had intended on taking you.    The poor boy looks in the direction that his hyung is leading you and visibly pouts, crossing his arms and huffing in irritation at being denied the chance to lead you on the rest of the tour.*    “Seriously!!!! They never give me the chance to shine! That was totally my shot!  aaaaahhh, I swear I can’t stand my hyungs always getting in my way anymore!”

*Minhyuk easily dodges around the hoard of boys that block the hallways as they nag and fight with one another about ruining their time with you. Once he deems that the two of you are far away enough from the rambunctious group he takes the time to wave at you and smile, like they all had when you first entered the dorm.* “Hello!!!!!! I’m Minhyuk. Sorry about all of that. They’re all immature but you have nothing to worry about now. We can get on with showing you around without anymore interruptions. I hope I get to see you around often and, whenever you need anything, you can always depend on me. I’m at your service!!!”

*You only manage to get a brief “Hello” in before Minhyuk gets his own karma served to him.      Just as he’d taken you from Hyungwon, You’re immediately attention is grabbed by someone who slides in-between you two and and whisks you away from the eager boy. who’s now left to ponder his lack of luck and stupidity for making such a long introduction rather than leading you on tour like he should have*  “Of course I did that! Of course that simpleton would get in our way and steal them from me! Of course!!!!!” How stupid could I have been to think that no one would come between us?”

“Hello, I’m Jooheon” *that’s it, just a simple wave and his name is all you get from the new guy leading you around. At that point you’re actually glad for that though because, now, you might have a chance of finishing this tour without any more interruptions.*

*unfortunately, yours and Jooheon’s hopes are dashed after he manages to show you a few more bits of the dorm before the infamous maknae barges his way back into the lime light by tackling Jooheon the same way he had tackled Wonho earlier. The only difference is that He manages to make his mark by successfully knocking Jooheon to the ground. Unfortunately for him though, Jooheon is quick to get back on his feet and has now had his attention turned to getting revenge* “Who do you think you are little punk? You think you can do that to me without any repercussions? Do you know how weak you just made me look in front of our guest huh? Come here lil bish! Imma fuck you up!!!!”

*as Jooheon and I/M fight each other, the man that you’ve come to know as Kihyun makes his way over to you. With a suave aura surrounding him, you can’t help but forget about the shitstorm happening around you from the rest of the boys in the dorms who are all tearing at each others throats literally and figuratively.* “I’m Kihyun.” *he says in a voice that makes you want to melt like butter* “you’re standing in front of my room, it’s the closest one to the living room. If you ever need a quiet place to stay you can always use my space, I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“Yeah, like they’d ever want to be alone with a sleaze like you” *says Shownu as he marches up to you two.* “I’d be more worried leaving them alone with you than with Wonho or I.M. I can only imagine what you’re hoping you’ll get to do with them if they ever are dumb enough to accept your offer.”

*the suave aura around Kihyun dissipates in a flash as his eyes simultaneously widen and narrow at the words that Show throw out. He looks over to Shownu and you can tell that another fight is to ensue between them.* “What’d you just say you waffle brained ditz? You wanna say that to my face rather than theirs huh?”

*Just when you begin to wonder if you’ll make it out of this tour alive, a familiar face appears. You’re amazed that he seems so clean and un-bruised considering the fact that this boy is the same boy who’s been attacked by two of the three strong boys of the group.* “Hello” *he says awkwardly as he stands in front of you* “I’m I.M and…well uh…. there’s only the living room left to show you so follow me and I’ll lead you back there.”

*A sigh of relief escapes from your lips as I.M manages to get you to the final part of the tour in one piece. He shows you whats around to room and even offers to let you sit on the couch, which he chooses to sit down in next to you when you accept the offer.    oh.... but don’t think that this meant that the taunting between the boys was over because Wonho makes his way over and makes it clear that he wasn’t done with I.M yet*  “OOOOH lookie here, our lil baby I.M thinks he gets all th treats after being such a bad boy today huh?” *he pokes the other’s cheeks as he taunts him* “nuh-uh-uh, not if I’ve got anything to say, or do, about it! Bad boys don’t get dessert!!” *With that said Wonho sits down on the other side of you and pushes you closer to him.*

*The rest of Monsta X find their way to the couch and take turns sitting nest to you throughut the rest of you day at the dorms with them.     By the time you’re able to leave you couldn’t help but hope that you wouldn’t have to see them for a while but, if you did, hopefully they’d be MUCH calmer the next time.*

~Savie

[held-under-water-666]

Prey ~ Yandere 2pAmerica x Reader

So this will just be a quick little fic, but if anyone wants a longer version or a continuation with it, I’ll be happy to oblige 🦑🦑

(Also as a side note holy shit I got likes on my last post??? I’m probs more proud than I should be tbh but imma still post garbage on here anyways 👌🏻 here we go bois)

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The streets were quiet tonight, deathly silent aside from the panting emitting from your bloodied mouth, the dragging of your feet on the sidewalk, and the slight buzz of the street lamp ahead of you. Your hand was clasped tightly across your mouth, a desperate attempt to not just calm your gasping breathes, but to more importantly keep the blood from your cut lip falling to the pavement below. He’d find you if you left a trail, he’d done it before. And he’d do it again.

The taste of metallic blood pooled in your mouth as you forced yourself to swallow it, eyes darting carefully around you. You needed to get out of sight, he’d find you if you were out in the light. Carefully, you forced your tired legs to turn toward the alley ahead. You needed to hide, you needed to find someone... but where were you? Was anyone here? Was anyone going to help you in the first place?

The alley was significantly darker than the street, a distinct line of shadows and light at the entrance of it as you stepped forward, legs begging to wobble with exhaustion. How long had you been chained? When was the last time you’d gotten the chance to walk, to run, to merely stand? You were surprised you’d made it this far...

You sighed, slumping against the wall of the building nearby, hand falling slack like the rest of your body as you fell to the ground. Your feet ached something awful, sore from the gravel and concrete you’d run across.

You winced as you shifted, the all too clear memory of the practically impossible escape you’d made. The chances of getting away from Allen was next to zero and yet somehow, you were here, potentially miles away from your capture and torturer, all possible from your malnourished body, legs, a spare minute, a door he’d forgotten to lock, and fate itself being on your side.

Leaning your head back, you sighed, your tattered and oversized shirt not nearly enough to keep you warm on the cool summer night. But it was enough for now. This moment right here was enough for now.

But there, in the distance, a sound cut through the silence.

He was here.

The fear you’d felt so many times before, the fear that threatened to tear you apart from the inside came back with such force that for a moment you thought you were going to throw up. Shakily, you forced your weakened legs to raise the dead weight that was your body. You winced, glancing down at your feet in pain and lifting one up for inspection. And there, at the bottom of your right foot was a cut, blood steadily streaming from the wound, catching the very distant yellow light of the street lamp. You’d been so focused on your mouth bleeding, you didn’t realize you were bleeding else where. And now he’d found you. You’d led yourself into a trap, like a hunter finding the deer he’d shot through the stains of blood it left in the forest.

The panting had started up again before you’d even realized. The shaking had begun, but you didn’t know where to go, where to run, not even where you were- but another step had sounded through the streets and you knew, you knew the sound of them all too well. The sound of heavy boots on concrete, the sound of impending doom, of pain, of heartbreak and of tourture. Of the man who would tell you everyday that he loved you, of the man who simultaneously took you from everything you’d ever known. Who broke you down to this shaking, bleeding form you now were. The hand over your mouth gripped tighter, the blood from your lip seeping through trembling fingers as you heard the steps approach. If you ran now, would he hear? If he caught you running, would he hurt you more? Was it too late to keep running?

And then he spoke. And when he did, tears fell from your eyes before you even knew how to react. His voice was disgusting, you hated it, you hated him. But his voice was also inviting, it was familiar... then again it sounded... angry.

“(Y/n), I know you’re here.” His voice was just around the corner of the alley, a few feet away from your own trembling, aching form. You clutched your side as you doubled over, your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to climb up into your throat and choke you. The impending sobs of terror were clawing away at you and the tears had begun to blur the darkened walls of the alley from your vision.

“I’m going to give you a choice, alright baby?” He sounded tense, his words hushed and low. You could picture his face, the clenched jaw, the vein of anger in his left temple. The bat at his side. “I can come back there and get you,” he stated. “Or you can come to me.”

You swallowed back the sob of fear that came to you. You didn’t want to do this... you didn’t ask for this. You knew what would happen if he came back here. You’ve felt the grip of his hands on your throat, the blows to your back and stomach, seen the anger flare up in his eyes, heard the yells of rage as he turned into that monster you feared all too much. You’ve seen that side of him, you knew it intimately.

And you knew that side of him that wasn’t like that. The side that forgave, the one with the soft, kind eyes, the side with hugs that held you close and pampered you with kissed and told you how much he loved you. You knew this side of him too.

But you didn’t want to have both. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with the man who chained you, hurt you, trapped you, preyed upon you.

But you knew you didn’t have a choice.

“(Y/n).” His voice was clipped, short and quick. Time was running out for you and you knew it. “Don’t make me come back there-“

Your legs had started to move before you even registered it. Shakily, you leaned against the wall, hand still over your mouth as you curled your fingers over the edge of the corner. You inhaled, resisting, pushing down every ounce of the need to run back within you as you turned the corner. Your chance to run was gone, it had been from the start.

You stood, facing him with quaking legs as you looked away, shame in your eyes and across your face. Your heart was racing, your eyes still blurred from the tears.

And then suddenly, a touch flitted across your exposed shoulder. You flinched, your balance thrown off as you began to tumble back, giving a small shriek before your arm was grabbed, a strong hand pulling you up and into his body.

You quickly covered your mouth again, almost an instinct from the last hours you’d spent running like that. And you cried. Stifled sobs shook you as your face twisted up in pain, in fear and in acceptance of what had happened. You’d thrown away your chance. Your one and only chance.

Slowly, his nose traced lightly along your face, small kisses being planted across your skin as he held you tightly, possesively, needily.

“(Y/n), why would you do that...?” His grip on your started to become tighter, his arms encapsulating you in a now crushing state as you whimpered in pain. His fingers dug into your back with barely restrained anger. You could feel it, the anger just beneath the surface of the fear he himself had experienced, slowly being taken over with relief. But you’d run away, you’d betrayed him... he gritted his teeth, restraining himself from letting the anger overtake his voice to a shout as he whispered.

“Answer me, damn it!” The harsh hiss in your ear made you flinch as he suddenly grabbed your hand that had covered your mouth. Blood fell down your chin slightly, dripping onto the front of his white tank top, staining it brightly with the color of red.

You cleared your throat, the fear forcing you to reply. “I-I’m so- so sorry-“ you barely managed to get out between the tears as you looked up at him, trying to wipe the blood from your lips, but failing as he gripped your wrist tighter in his own much larger hands.

You saw his face, the anger there in his eyes, the way his teeth flashed as some type of warning, like he wanted to bite you, hurt you with words. His eyes flared for a moment, but it was merely a second before it disappeared, as if that rage on his face never existed before. He’d given you a choice and you chose the right one after all... he’d be going back on his promise if he hurt you.

“I’m so, so s-sorry, Allen-“ you choked out as your back shook from the sobbing. “Please, p-please, forgive me-“ your begging was disgusting to you. You were pathetic, a broken shadow of who you once were.

His face watched you, the way you fell apart right in front of him into the sobbing mess you now were. Watched you fall apart at the seams. And in that moment, he pitied you.

“Please, Al-“

But your continuation of pleas was cut off as a sudden pair of soft lips came down onto yours. You winced, taken aback as he kissed you. It was different than what he usually did to you. They would be harsh, cruel and unforgiving as he’d mark you up in any which way he pleased. But this time, there was something else. His lips trailed softly over yours, and when you stopped hiccuping with tears, he pushed a hand into the back of your head, fingers tangling into your ruffled hair as he pressed harder. He was desperate, but for what you didn’t know. Maybe he was desperate to feel some sort of love from you, to comfort you and protect you. Desperate to make sure you were real, that you were here with him and not still miles away, running from him as fast as you could. Desperate to believe that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, loved you, cherished you. He didn’t want to hear you beg anymore, not this time. For now he just wanted to know that you were here with him, just the two of you and the buzzing strestlamp across the way.

You gasped as his lips moved against you, rougher, needier in want. He pulled himself closer to you, needing to make sure that you were infact there, that this was real and not some dream. You whimpered as his grip on you tightened. It wasn’t like his other times, when he merely wanted to dominate you. No this time it was revealing of something more, something that made you realize that Allen was human. He held you in fear, a drowning and overwhelming fear of what had just happened. That he could’ve lost you and that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he did. He was a controlling, manipulative and abusive human being, but he was a human being nonetheless.

He pulled away, the taste of blood seeping into his mouth as you whimpered, the sting on your lip revived once more. You watched his face, the way he wiped your blood from his lips with his shirt, his eyes and how they held that soft look you rarely saw from him. That look of utter obsessiveness, of need and of control.

“I don’t want you to cry anymore, alright babe?” He said lowly, lifting your chin up towards him as he rubbed a thumb over the edge of your jaw. You swallowed, wanting to avert your gaze, but unable to do so. “Understood?” When he usually said that word, it was harsh, yelled and cruel. But this time is was soft, quiet and borderline caring as he leaned down, his lips connecting with yours once more. You shuddered, wincing but begging yourself not to instinctively pull away. You hated him, you told yourself over and over that you hated him. But when he did this to you, the line between hate and love became blurred. And you hated that too.

He sighed, pulling his lips away and gripping you with force, his body pulled flush against you as the two of you stood there, silence over coming you both as you thought of what was going to happen to you. You could feel the steady beat of his heart in his chest against yours before you dared to speak.

“Allen...” your voice was groggy from the crying. “Are you going to hurt me?” Your words shook slightly in fear of the prospect.

He paused before finally speaking, his eyes looking down into yours. “Not this time, You came back to me, and thats all that matters...” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sighed out in relief. Not this time.

The two of you stood there for quite some time, Allen holding you close in silence as he calmed himself down. You were his lifeline, you always had been, you always would be.

“Let’s go home.” He said finally, sighing out as he pulled away from you, letting your body go. You silently moved to take a step, only to yelp in pain as you toppled forward. You winced as he caught you, glancing down at your feet that were still currently bleeding, leaving stained concrete below you. “It’s okay, it’s okay...” Allen murmured quietly as you inhaled sharply at the pain. “I’ve got you-“

He suddenly grabbed you, heaving you up into his stronger arms as he began to walk. You glanced down at the ground as he started back to the woods, watching as the two off you followed the bloody footprints that you’d left behind. He tracked you down, like an animal.

Behind you, the buzz of he street lamp faded, and the yellow, eerie light eventually disappeared before he spoke, hushed in your ear. “You won’t ever do this again.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command. You swallowed, the words wrapping around you like chains, sentencing you to the words he’d spoken.

“Not ever...”

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Heck yeah bois another Drabble/fic of sorts for my boi Allen <3 HIT ME UP if ya have anyone in mind that you’d like me to do ;)

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

Brotherly concern

Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing: Nicholas Scratch x reader, (implied) Harvey x Sabrina

Word count: 1,186

Requests:  Hey, I saw your post on CAOS, and was wondering if you could do an imagine about Nicholas Scratch falling in love with a mortal girl? I'm sure you've probably been asked this, or possible thought of this idea yourself, but if not Imma just slide in - by @frappstappshoney

Could you do a nick scratch x reader where the reader is Harvey's sister and sees Nick with Sabrina and is attracted to him and Sabrina introduces them and they fall instantly or something and total fluff??? Maybe Nick is slightly worried cause she's a mortal or something???? - by anon

A/N: I’m sorry that it took so long but I had a writers block. Also this is one of the longest on my account (maybe the longest). I changed it a bit, hope you don’t mind.

A few days ago Sabrina had decided to introduce Nick to the world of the mortals and today was the day she finally showed him around Greendale. Harvey – because he didn’t trust Nicholas at all - accompanied them, his hands always somewhere at Sabrina. His arm around her shoulder or her waist, his hand holding hers. The air was filled with tension all day long until Sabrina decided to sit down at Cerberus Books to fill Nick in on another tradition she had with her friends.

She ordered their drinks from Auntie Hilda before she got back to the table with three hot mugs in her hands and placed them in front of the boys. Harvey thought that this was the perfect moment to give Sabrina the necklace he got her, so he reached inside his jacket pocket just to feel that nothing was there. Panicked he searched his other pockets. “Are you okay, Harvey?” Sabrina asked worried when she noticed his behavior. “Uhm, yeah, I… just have to make a call real quick.” He got up from his seat and rushed outside already dialing your number.

You were lying on the couch in your room reading a book in peace when you saw that your brother was calling. You marked your page before you set the book aside and answered his call. “Hey, brother! What’s up?” “I need your help, sis!” “What can I do for you?” He let out a sigh of relief when you told him you would help before he told what you had to look for and where to find it. After you hung up and went to his room to find the necklace on his nightstand you pulled your phone out again. ‘Alright, I got it. I’ll be there in 10.’ You texted him before you put on your shoes and coat and left the house.

After the phone call ended he went back to the table. “Who were you calling?” “Oh, just Y/N.” With that he thought they were done with that topic until Nick joined the conversation. “Who’s Y/N?” “None of your business!” Harvey spit. Sabrina reassured him by placing a hand on his arm. “She’s Harvey’s sister,” she explained to Nick who just nodded. The thought of yet another Kinkle wasn’t very pleasing.

About ten minutes later Harvey and Sabrina were deep into a conversation while Nick let his eyes wander around the store. His eyes fell on you when you entered Cerberus Books. He watched you looking around. A cocky grin spread on his face as you made your way over to their table.

“Hey, Harv, Brina!” You greeted them, for now ignoring the third person on the table. Harvey has told you a few things about the guy Sabrina and he were showing around town today and what he’d told you wasn’t exactly good. Unnoticed by Sabrina you handed Harvey the necklace. “Hi, Y/N! Why don’t you sit with us?” she offered. You accepted with hesitation before you sat down next to the – unfortunately very handsome – stranger. Usually you would make your own opinion on people, but your brother really hated this guy and you had to promise him on the phone to stay away from him. “Oh, and this is Nicholas.” Sabrina introduced the guy to you. He offered you his hand to shake. “Nicholas Scratch, but you can call me Nick.” “Y/N.” You simply answered accepting his handshake.

At some point Nicholas – you refused to call him Nick – offered to buy you something to drink and didn’t accept a ‘no’ as an answer, so you gave in and he got you a hot chocolate. Since Harvey and Sabrina basically ignored you two after he gave her the necklace Nicholas tried to start a conversation multiple times. You just gave him short answers at first until you decided that you wouldn’t spend your Saturday afternoon having a conversation like this, so you started really talking to him and getting to know him and even though you didn’t want to you developed quite a liking for him.

Nick went through different stages upon getting to know you. He’s been mesmerized the first time he’s laid his eyes on you. Then he found out you were Harvey’s sister and kind of lost interest, but when he noticed how Harvey reacted every time Nick approached you he wanted to piss him off. Now he was genuinely interested in you. Not only were you beautiful but also funny, smart and witty, basically the polar opposite of your brother. He couldn’t believe that he was falling for you. After all you were a mortal and this shouldn’t happen! He should not feel this way towards a mortal, but he couldn’t help it. It had to be kept a secret, if something would come out of it. Nobody could know, but the more he got to know you, the more he thought you’d be worth it.

 Your mugs were empty for a long time now. It was getting dark outside and Cerberus Books emptied out. You were interrupted in the middle of your sentence by Sabrina. “We have to go back to the school, Nick! We’re already late!” Sabrina and Harvey were already on their way outside to say goodbye before they would part ways. Nick turned to you after following them with his eyes. “I would like to see you again.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning closer. “What about you?” He whispered. “Me too.” You smiled. He leaned in even closer until his lips were touching yours, moving against them. You closed your eyes, returning the kiss until he was suddenly gone. Your eyes shot open to see your brother dragging Nick away from you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Harvey?” You exclaimed jumping from your seat. “He’s no good for you!” “Well, that’s on me to decide, don’t you think?” You grabbed Nick’s hand pulling him with you out of the store. Harvey was shouting after you, but you just ignored him and continued your path.

Nick stopped you after you’ve walked a few blocks. “What was that all about?” He asked you amused. “I’m sick of him telling me what I can do and what not! He always does that and I can’t stand it! I actually enjoyed something for once and he had to interrupt it!” “You enjoyed it?” He asked, the cocky smile spreading on his face again. “Yes, I did.” You answered him, the same smile appearing on your face, before you grabbed his face and kissed him again.

When you pulled away Nick let out a sigh. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. “I think you should go back. Your brother just wants the best for you.” A sarcastic laugh escaped you. “Do you realize what you are saying?” “I am and I might regret it later, but you should go. We will see each other again, I promise!” “Fine!” Defeated you turned around and left him there mentally preparing yourself for the talk you would have with your brother soon.

[kinkymagnus]

tagged by @iactlikegarfieldonamonday​ sorry i took forever lmao

20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern.

im doing the first three lines or so, and like... okay so i have like 5 fics actually published so imma give y’all a little sneak peek into 15 of the prompts that i have written ;)

1. mercy (here)

Magnus trembled in his arms, moaning as Alec slid a little deeper into him.

The angle was perfect—Magnus was sat on top of him, grinding his hips down so that Alec’s cock went deep into him.

Magnus still wasn’t ready to submit fully in bed—lately, his life had been so out of control, and then with the loss of his magic, he had felt completely powerless. But this… this was the perfect amount.

2. pose (here)

Alec was having a great day.

Really! He was.

He and Magnus had a nice dinner planned tonight, so he was looking forward to that. They'd had some amazing sex before even getting out of bed, leaving him in a relaxed and good mood all day.

3. sitting on the throne (here)

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince's throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

4. goldenrod (here)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Alec says lowly, raggedly, his voice breathless and rough with want.

Magnus moaned softly as Alec bit down gently on his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin.

Alec had always had a fondness for marking Magnus up, leaving hickeys all over Magnus’s body (but especially his neck. and his thighs. and his collarbone. and his chest. fuck it, yeah, his whole body).

5. playing with toys (here)

Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

OKAY SO THE REST OF THESE ARE JUST. LITTLE TEASERS AT SOME PROMPTS I HAVE PARTIALLY WRITTEN. 

none of them have official titles and these are all subject to possible change so. just take them as a teaser for some of the stuff in the works. 

(this isn’t a guarantee these will be posted, though, unfortunately. also, there are several that i have docs full of ideas and brainstorming on, but aren’t like, concrete with lines, so they’re not included. 

for example, the daddy kink oneshot--i have several pages of ideas and blurbs but no “first lines”. so if your prompt isn’t on here (although it’s probably hard to tell) or if there’s something you asked me about or whatever and you don’t see it, it’s still on my drive, just not here. sorry!)

6. “The TWI AU Where Alec Just Uses Cheesy Pickup Lines Nonstop”

“There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Magnus said, huffing a slight laugh.

“Why thank you,” came the reply. “You know how they say the skin is the biggest organ in the human body? Well, not in my case.”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, although he ruthlessly suppressed it behind his fist. “Do you really think these cheesy pick-up lines are going to work?” he asked, lowering his hand once there was no trace of the smile on his face.

He only got a shrug in response. “You seem to have a good sense of humor. Besides, I like that in a man. You know what I also like in a man?”

“Your dick?”

“Got it in one.” he winked.

7. “Angry Sex All Over the Apartment But They Love Each Other So Much”

Magnus and Alec had been a little tense for a few weeks now.

It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, but their conflicting schedules were taking their toll, and it was only getting worse.

Alec was always busy and rarely seemed to be home, off on missions and doing paperwork at his office.

Magnus was similarly busy with clients and spells and potionmaking.

They both were running out of patience, always just missing each other, only having the time to trade quick kisses or the occasional fast and dirty fuck in the shower.

And as they saw each other less and less, they each grew more and more antsy. They fought, even over little things.

They still love each other—indeed, more than anything—but there were moments where it was all too much.

It all came to a head on Saturday.

8. “The Mpreg One With A Side of Breeding Kink ;)” 

Magnus felt a pressure on his asshole, teasing.

He was on all fours, swollen belly hanging down low, his hole loose and wet. Copious amounts of cum and slick spilled down his thighs.

And his alpha was getting ready to fuck him again.

9. “That Sweet, Sweet Overstimulation”

Magnus was completely fucked-out, mind-blown and dazed with pleasure. His gorgeous golden eyes were hazy and unfocused, his pink lips parted.

His whole body was flushed and trembling with pleasure, his cock (which was painfully hard and had a ring wrapped around the base) twitching on his stomach.

Alec’s hands were tightly gripping his hips, anchoring him in place. Magnus—despite his trembling and squirming—couldn’t move, trapped in place.

10. “The Waaaay Too Long One Wherein Three Alecs (Consensually and Lovingly) Gangbang Magnus”

“…Are you sure about this?” One of the Alecs asked, voice low and soft, looking down at him with concern and fondness in his eyes.

“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly, knowing that the other two were listening, too. He wanted them to know that he wanted this, too. Honestly, three Alecs was like some sort of wet dream come true.

It had been an odd mishap, to say the least, splitting Alec in three. Well, splitting wasn’t quite the right term—they were all wholly Alec, but diverged. They would all merge back into one in a day or so, memories intact, but for now they were like three separate people. Three of the same person, but separate nevertheless.

And they were all Alec Lightwood, Magnus’s loving boyfriend.

Really, they had a day to kill, and Magnus was outnumbered three to one. What else were they going to do?

11. “The Way Too Indulgent Omega!Magnus AU That’s More Angst Than Smut and Involves Time Travel, of All Things”

Magnus stared into the crystal ball, swallowing hard.

The heavy scent of incense was clogging his nostrils, making his head swim. 

"Do not look away," the fortune teller said somewhere behind him. "Do not close your eyes."

Magnus did as he was told, staring as intensely as he could. Even as his eyes burned, he didn't falter. 

His vision began to waver, black spots crawling from the corners of his line of sight.

The crystal ball seemed to grow hotter, brighter, and Magnus swore he smelt burning---

The black spots crowded his vision and completely overtook him.

His head was pounding and he couldn't see and--

he fell back, sightless eyes rolling into his skull.

His fuzzy mind was buzzing with panic, and he vaguely felt himself flinch as he prepared to hit the cold, hard ground.

But instead, he landed onto something soft and warm, and then finally he blacked out completely. 

12. “The First Prompt I Ever Got, I’m So Sorry It’s Not Done Yet @cinta-bane” 

Magnus was flat on his back, whole body pressed to the golden sheets.

Alec was on top of him, warm weight pinning him down, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. He paid special attention to the marks he’d already left, kissing and licking at the mouth-shaped bruises littering the sides of his throat.

Magnus could feel his boyfriend’s warm breath, feel the way his skin tingled under Alec’s touch.

13. “The Trippy Dream Sex One That Has Way Too Much Plot”

Magnus didn't know how it started, or when.

He just knew he was lying on something soft, and he felt warm, and he knew he was safe.

Someone was with him.

Magnus felt hands trailing up his sides.  Warm, large palms, stroking him gently.  Soft lips made their way up his neck.

He still didn't open his eyes.

He could smell Alec's aftershave. He could feel his warm weight.

Magnus wanted this to be real.

"Do you want this?" Alec asked. His voice was low and breathless.

"Yes," Magnus breathed. "God, yes. Please." 

14. “Magnus Gets Fucked By a Bunch of Dudes in a Club While Alec Watches (And Helps!)”

Magnus had done a lot of things in his long life, especially in the realm of exploring his sex life.

But this… this was admittedly a new one.

He knew that he was in no danger, that he was in for nothing but a night of extreme pleasure and hedonism. But there was a still slight anxiety tingling across his skin, his breath caught in his throat.

He was currently stark naked and cuffed to a stand. He was bent over, comfortably cushioned by the stand, arms tied in front of him and ass in the air and exposed.

15. “A Continuation of Prince Magnus and Servant Alec in Which I Combine a Cum Kink Prompt and my Deep Need for Alec to Fuck Magnus Doggy Style”

Magnus looked fucking beautiful.

On his hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs dripping with cum and littered with hickeys.

The crown prince, trembling and pretty for him, ass all nice and ready to use.

16. “More Prince Magnus/Servant Alec, with Plot This Time! Say Hello to Lingerie, Tournament Fights, Arranged Marriage, and Angst.”

Magnus had never felt so relaxed, curled in Alec’s arms, head resting on his chest and snuggling happily into his embrace.

Alec had just thoroughly ravished him—he was well and truly debauched, despite the surprising lack of anything particularly “kinky”—and Magnus was just… content.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles against his door—Magnus would know that knock anywhere.

His eyes snapped open. “Shit,” he hissed, sitting up. “Alexander, wake up.”

17. “In Which Omega!Magnus Has Never Been Knotted Before and He’s Very Nervous About It. It Actually Gets Good During the Lightly Angsty Smut”

Magnus lay on his stomach on the bed, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable.

“You’re shaking,” Alec said gently.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus said, biting his lip.

“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked.

“Y-yes, completely. I just… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

18. “Yet Another Angsty Omega!Magnus AU Because That’s Just My Jam, Guys.”

Magnus had been on the receiving end of a rut before, and he wasn’t eager to do it again.

But his boyfriend—the first alpha he’d dated since… in a while—was due.

And Magnus wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bear it—his sweet, considerate, wonderful, and gentle mate… becoming rough and violent and cruel, uncaring, completely focused on getting what he wanted, what he needed from Magnus.

He knew, of course, that under normal circumstances Alec would never, ever hurt him.

But he’d witnessed firsthand what ruts did to alphas.

19. “Office Sex with Spanking and Oops They Get Caught”

Magnus moaned as Alec’s angle changed, his hips pumping even faster, balls slapping against his ass.

“A-ahh..aah… harder…”

The words were out before he could stop them, just springing from his lips. He couldn’t help it, the burn was so good and he felt so full…

Alec’s grip on his hips tightened and he thrust roughly into Magnus, then slowed his pace. After a few thrusts, he’d stopped.

“What did I say about speaking?”

“N-not to,” Magnus whimpered. “A-ah… please…”

20. “My Super Self Indulgent Monster AU, Wherein Werecat Magnus and Sea Monster Alec Netflix and Chill. (Yes, This is An Excuse for Alec to Fuck “Catboy” Magnus with Tentacles. But Catboy is a Weird Term, Okay?)”

Magnus hadn’t exactly expected this end to the night, but he certainly wasn’t fucking complaining.

The movie was still playing in the background—Magnus could hardly remember what it was through the haze of oh my god Alec is gonna fuck me and he has fucking tentacles what the fuck—

Admittedly, he’d known Alec was like him—a “monster” as they affectionately called each other, a supernatural being—but he would never have guessed sea monster.

He felt a tentacle slip under his pants, curling around his thighs, and his ears flattened against his skull as the one already curled around his cock squeezed him and stroked upwards.

Magnus’s thighs were spread wide, one leg practically hooked over the back of the couch, and he was pretty sure Alec was about to rip off his pants.

EDIT: FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO

I TAG: UHHH @tenderalec @enkelimagnus and i just know i’m forgetting a bunch of people so like, anyone who wants to do this????? sorry im tired slkgdflkg

[sammy-moo]

Lifted

Characters: Reader, Dean, and Sam

Prompt: Day Seven, a song to drive to

Words: 1,229

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of sleeping medicine, marijuana (implied)

~Series Masterlist~

Your eyes bore into the screen of the black and white message, part of you feeling there was something more within the words. Had you decided to melt them down and turn them gray you would see all the hidden points. But seconds were passing by and the urge was growing stronger with each fleeting moment. Usually what would take effort persuading yourself to get moving, took you a matter of seconds.

With quick movements you slipped on your shoes and headed out the door with your keys. Your knuckles began to turn white on the steering wheel as you drove, millions of thoughts racing through your mind. All these thoughts blew away the fogginess in your mind, completely sobering up your high.

It was normal to be worried. It was normal to be the concerned friend, checking on the other when they had their downs.

But it wasn’t normal to be standing in the doorway of their house staring at their body. It wasn’t normal to watch the blood be drained from their once lively bodies by some monster. The knife that your friend once held clattered to the floor as the monster moved about taking every ounce of blood, even going as thorough as to lick the knife clean.

Had you not been sobered up before- you definitely would have been now.

You hadn’t realized how badly you were shaking until you decided to run. You practically stumbled your way to the car, driving home in a panic. Once in the safety of your home, your breathing didn’t slow. The rising of your chest was rapid as tears brimmed your eyes.

“There’s no way that was real,” you thought to yourself.

Pacing soon took over as you walked in the room for what felt like hours. Your breathing slowly went back to normal as you processed and thought over the whole scene.

When night came, you decided to try to get some sleep; but the events haunted your dreams and never once left your mind.

By the next day you had yet to hear from your friend. As the hours went by the more panic began to set in. So you turned to the one thing you knew that would calm you instantly.

All your fears and worries melted away only for a few moments before paranoia began to plague your thoughts. Every part of you worried that you were next, cursing yourself for having smoked at a time like this. You should’ve known it would only make things worse, but what else could you do? Drink all of it away? Then you’d just be emotional. It took a few hours and some food for the effects to wear off, but when they did you were a bit relieved.

And when the day became too much to handle, you took some sleeping medicine and laid in bed; completely missing the news about your friend on tv.

After spending the morning talking to the police and using your afternoon to smoke, you were pretty much done with people. You holed yourself up in your apartment, zoned out on the couch with the tv on.

Meanwhile, Sam was following Dean through the complex.

“They said she swore it was a type of monster, but they dismissed it due to grief…” Sam sighed, “Honestly want I want to know is what kind of monster bleeds someone dry without leaving any marks… I mean, I know they chopped it up to the cuts on their wrist but still. Monster’s don’t usually do that kind of thing. Maybe it was a witch?”

Dean groaned as he fixed his tie a bit, “I really don’t wanna deal with a witch today. Let’s just get the information we need so we can get this damn thing done. We have other things to worry about right now.”

Sam sighed, “Right…” He reached out past his brother and knocked on the door.

You frowned as you heard the noise, thinking it was for next door. But when the knock sounded again, you slowly dragged your feet to the door. You blinked, taking in their appearance.

“I already answered all I needed to…”

Dean sighed, “Great… Had the there not been any blood in the body, I would’ve assumed she made up the entire thing.”

Sam gave his brother a look, “Sorry about him. We just have a few questions to ask you. We need to brush up on any possibility. So can you tell us what you told the police?”

“It’s all in the file. Read it.”

“We just need to go over every possibility. Like how you said it was a monster,” Sam said calmly.

With a sigh, you stepped to the side to let them in. They took their places in your living room, listening to what you saw. Tears soon brimmed your eyes as you went on.

“I sound fucking crazy… God this isn’t normal… Whatever- whoever it was, has me freaking out. What if- they come for me next?”

“You’re not crazy. We believe you,” Sam started off. “Your friend isn’t the only one this has happened to. Some seniors who passed away also didn’t have any blood. We appreciate all what you gave us.”

“You’ll be safe. But if something comes up,” Dean pulled out his info card. “Here. Give us a call.”

The two rose up and left, taking the time to hit the books. After spending all night researching, Sam decided to go on a hunch.

He ran a hand down his face and took a sip of his coffee, keeping the energy going through his body.

“So I came up with a theory.”

Dean looked to his brother, curious. “Go on,” he urged.

“So her friend committed suicide. So the monster must’ve gotten to them as they were dying or after they died. And it did the same to the seniors at the nursing home. So that’s where it must be at. It’s probably feeding off of them for their blood.”

“But how do we kill it?”

Sam groaned, “That’s what I’m about to figure out.” Sam grabbed his laptop and got to searching.

Dean stuck to his books, looking. He saw Keres mentioned, but only briefly. And what was said, didn’t go into detail.

Dean groaned and got up, “I need a beer… You want one?”

Sam shook his head, scanning the screen. “Found it! Okay so it’s the Keres.”

Dean frowned as he opened the beer, waiting for Sam to continue.

“They’re female death-spirits. Interesting, says here they have a thirst for blood and would hover over battlefields searching for wounded and dying men. They would drink their blood.”

Dean all but rolled his eyes, not really caring about those details. All he truly wanted to know was how to gank the bitch.

“Here we go! Okay so we need to use apotropaic rites or rites of passage.”

“Apo-what?”

“Apotorpaic. It’s a type of magic intended to turn away evil or harmful influences. So we can use things like the evil eye or mirrors to deflect the evil eye. We could also use the ivory apotropaic wand which is essentially birth tusk.”

Dean set down his beer and reached for his jacket. “Honestly, I think once we’re done with this thing I might need to go to her place and smoke some of that hippie stuff.”

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[thistrashonline]

Four Minutes Left Of My Sanity

Title: Four Minutes Left Of My Sanity

Summary: It’s a world where you have tattoos that came at the age of 12 only your soulmate could see. Jerico and Salvador are believed to be soulmates. But what happens when one claims they can’t actually see the tattoos when they obviously can?

Words: 1,456

Warnings: pain/masochism, anxiety, defenestration?

Notes: this was the fire “mixtape” y'all were waiting for. soz for making you wait so long. this is unedited for that reason. this is also really weird and dont judge me plz…

June 14, 2016, 11:58 pm.

Turning the age of 12 is always a big deal. It’s the age you get your soulmate tattoo. At 12 am, you get a slight burning sensation. (Indicating you getting your marking.)

In just two minutes, Salvador turns 12. Jerico had been hanging out at Salvador’s house for the past couple of hours waiting for this exact moment.

“It’s okay. Everything is fine. They said it was only a slight burn, right?” Jerico reassured Salvador. That barely made a difference to how Salvador felt. Jerico was a year younger than him, which meant he wouldn’t get his tattoo for another year.

“11:59,” the clock said. The red glow of the digital numbers made Salvador feel anxious. He was rocking slowly from where he was sitting on the carpet. His best friend was sitting next to him with his arm around him. In less than a minute, Salvador would face an inevitable pain.

“Aaaahh!” Salvador cried. Jerico glanced at the clock to see that it was 12 am. “It burns, Jerico!” Salvador cried before getting up and running to the bathroom. He turned the faucet lever on the bathtub to the coldest setting before jumping in.

The younger boy ran in to see what had just happened. Salvador was hunched over in the bathtub. His forearm was blotched with red and black.

A teary-eyed Salvador looked over to Jerico, raising his left arm so they could both look at the fresh marking.

It was two circles with a line through both of them. One of the circles was smaller and filled in, and the other was slightly bigger and had a thick lining.

“Do you see it?” Salvador asked eagerly.  

Jerico knew he could see it, but he didn’t know if he should admit to it. He decided to be the naïve literally-about-to-turn-eleven-in-two-days-year-old that he was and lie.

“Uh… No. It must have really hurt though. Your arm is really red. I gotta go, sorry man,” Jerico barely managed to say before he awkwardly rushed out of the bathroom door and into the surprisingly cool midnight breeze.

June 15, 2017

“Why did I think it would be a good idea to come here?” Jerico thought.

He was invited over to Salvador’s house along with some others to hang out for his 13th birthday.  

Ever since that encounter from a year ago, they never talked about it and remained friends. The real problem was, Jerico had an ever-growing guilt from that day. It had always been one of those memories where you cringe and think, “I should have done this instead.”

“Yo Tony, whaddo you wanna play? I got (insert video game here),” Salvador called to Tony crouched over a pile of video games. Tony was one of Salvador’s friends he invited alongside Jerico.

“Yeah, sure,” Tony shouted back at Salvador. “Joco, you okay?” Tony questioned. Jerico hadn’t noticed he was staring into space again.

Sometimes he wished people would stop questioning why he did that. Doesn’t everybody do that? Why does it seem so unusual?  

“Uh… Yeah. C-can I ask you a q-quick question?” Jerico barely managed to stutter.  

“Sure,” Tony said, sitting next to Jerico on the couch.

“I’m sorry for asking this but, what did it feel like, when you, ya know, gotyoursoulmatetattoo?” Jerico said mushing his words together.

“Oh right, you’re getting yours on Saturday… Um, it was just like anyone else getting theirs. It really doesn’t hurt that much, but I’m pretty sure it just depends on the person. If you were also wondering, my tattoo looks like a bunch of incomplete triangles,” Tony said then proceeded to trace the lines of his tattoo.

“Welp, imma be playin’ with Sal,” Tony broke the silence and sprung off the couch and next to Salvador on the carpet.

“Does Sal ever remember what happened a year ago? I mean, doesn’t everyone suddenly remember embarrassing memories from a long time ago? Does he just look down at his wrist and think about how much of a bad friend I am? I know I can see it. I almost gave myself away once when Sal was trying to describe it to Tony…” He caught himself staring at Salvador.

“Stop seeming so suspicious!” Jerico mentally shouted at himself.

He started to blink furiously, then moved onto watching his friends play the video game.

June 16, 2017, 11:56 pm.

“No no no no no no no,” those words seemed to play over and over again inside Jerico’s mind. He started to pace around his room in total darkness.

“Four minutes… Four minutes left of my sanity...” Jerico was now constantly glancing back at the clock.

“11:57; three minutes...” He then decided we would lay on the carpet in his room with his eyes closed, because it’s not like he could go any more insane than he already is. Plus, everyone in his house was already asleep.

“Okay, you need to calm down. It’s really not a big deal, right? No it isn’t. You already know exactly what it’s going to look like; it’s going to look like Salvador’s, and the next time you see Salvador he’s gonna see it and it’s gonna be really awkward and ohh…” Jerico’s breathing pattern started to speed up.

He didn’t notice that another minute had gone by in the time he was laying there.

“Are you sure that’s the right window?” Tony whispered to Salvador. The two were on a mission to console Jerico in his time of need.  

“Yeah, just try not to make too much noise,” Salvador whispered, gesturing to the side of the house. Their plan was to climb up the side of Jerico’s house and into his room. It definitely wasn’t the best of ideas, but after what had happened last year, he knew that Jerico’s parents would never let him out at this time again.

“We don’t have much time! Hurry up!” Salvador whisper-shouted and Tony then proceeded to climb up the side of one of friend’s house; something he never thought he’d be doing at any time soon. It was difficult for him to climb up there. He had climbed a few fences before, but that was nothing compared to this. Tony boosted himself with a garbage bin that had been sitting there.

“I can see him!” Tony said maybe a bit too loud. With a hand gesture, he signaled Salvador to join him by the window.

They both looked over to the clock. 12:00. Oh no.

A sudden rush came over Jerico like he was hit by some sort of bus. It was an excruciating pain, but he didn’t do anything about it. He did squirm around a bit, but nothing else.

Tony and Salvador began to knock on the window. Jerico thought nothing of it and ignored them.

“Joco!” A muffled shout came from Tony and Salvador through the window.  

It was obvious that Jerico began to tense up as his skin started to turn red, but it seemed like he was enjoying it? He was taking slow and deep breaths. Something was up.

“Aggghhh! So this is… what it… feels like!” Jerico clenched his fists. “I deserve this pain: for what I did to him. How much longer can I keep this up?”

“Jerico!”  

Oh no…

The mark was there. He knew it. It was right there on his left arm. What would happen now? Should he open his eyes? Was he going to confront them? What would he say to them?

He would do the unspeakable.

Jerico stood up from the carpet. He held out his arm with the tattoo, and with the other, opened the window.

“Jerico, are you okay?” Salvador asked with a twinge of worry in his voice.

“No,”

Jerico then pushed both of them off of the tiny ledge that his friends were both standing on.

He watched as both of his friends fell the distance of 15 feet. Salvador landed in the bushes and Tony landed next to the garbage bin he used to boost himself earlier.

Jerico didn’t speak a word. All he did was close the window, not bothering to check if his friends were okay.

That was the last anyone has heard of Jerico since then. He seemed to practically fall of the face of the earth after the experience.

Until…

Okay that’s the end of the story. I really hope you’re not mad at me. (soz) I also hope you enjoyed! Part 2 comes sometime in the future. I bet you all love me for that cliffhanger. Nope? Okay then.