#I can't stand when too much noise comes from just one side of my headphones

[royalarchivist]

Etoiles: Do you want to see my friend, Luzu?

Luzu: Who is your friend?

Phil: [Knowingly] Oh- oh- maybe not use it- maybe not use it right now, 'cuz there's–

Etoiles: Luzu, do you want to see my best friend?

[The sound of a T-Rex roaring]

Luzu:

[cellsshapedlikestars]

I love random dating apps/show jonsa stories so if you can think up anything for a jonsa Omegle I'd love to read it. I've been wracking my brain for an hour now retyping and deleting some suggestions but Idk if any would be of interest.

They keep getting connected to each other, long lost friend, they're influencers making a vid, they're roommates and where bored so they check it out only to meet one of their exes. Idek. I've never used it but I've seen clips so... If you can't make it work totally fine!

Anon, I will admit this one really stumped me.

I have never used Omegle, though I have used ChatRoulette when I was much younger, so I know the basic concept, but I could not figure out an interesting enough plot. So... I wrote something and sort of shoved a reference to Omegle into it?

As a side note, I've been wanting to write a guitarist!Jon and groupie!Sansa fic for a while, but what I had in mind was definitely not this? So if you ever see a similar fic from me...

read it on ao3 here:

ephemera, chapter 35

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If you had asked Jon what his biggest wish was even an hour ago, he would have said it's already come true. He gets to make music for a living, and that's all he's wanted since the moment he first picked up a guitar when he was barely big enough to hold it.

Now, though, the thing he wishes for more than anything else, is for Theon to shut the fuck up.

For as much as Jon loves music, loves playing, loves his bandmates – yes, even Theon – this touring thing has wiped him out. They're on their last leg, just two more shows before Jon can finally relax again, and both shows are here in Winterfell. After that last show, he can just... go home. To his own bed, not this stupid hotel that Davos insists they stay in, because it's close to the venue and Davos is worried that if he lets them out of his sight, he'll lose them. Well, Theon, specifically. Davos learned the hard way that he needs to keep a tight leash on Theon, or else he might go out partying, get blackout drunk, go home with some girl, and miss the concert.

It's hard to have a show without the lead singer.

But that means Jon is stuck in a hotel room with Theon since he is – quote – the most responsible one. Jon would give anything to be rooming with Grenn or Satin, but Grenn is a pushover and Satin is too apathetic to stop Theon from leaving, so it's up to Jon.

Theon, stuck inside his hotel room and unable to go out and party like he wants to, is currently on his phone, talking to someone – or, someones, from the number of voices Jon's heard coming from the speaker on Theon's phone (because gods forbid he wear headphones). It's like he's trying as hard as possible to make Jon miserable, which... might not be too far off track. Theon takes joy in making him miserable.

Jon ignores whatever's happening on the other bed, shoving his headphones into his ears and trying to read, because that usually helps him sleep.

He gets through a few chapters of his book before he hears a distant knock through his headphones, and Theon throws himself out of bed and goes to answer it. He must have ordered food, even though they ate not too long ago.

Instead of food, though, when Theon opens the door, there's four girls standing outside, and their excited voices cut straight through Jon's supposedly noise-canceling headphones.

Jon's in a pair of ratty sweatpants and an old Dark Sister t-shirt, laying back on his bed with a book propped on his stomach, when Theon lets the girls into the room. He pushes himself upright and yanks out his headphones and says, “Theon, what the fuck.”

“Girls,” Theon gives them his most charming smile, “I'm sure you recognize our guitarist.” Jon stares at him in utter disbelief. “I invited some fans over,” Theon shrugs, smile turned from charming to shit-eating, because he figured out a way to get around Davos's rules.

“I can't believe it was really you guys on Omegle!” the one girl giggles, though Jon has no idea what that word even means. She's blonde and just seems... so young. The others look a bit older, but the blonde seems young.

“Come in, make yourselves at home,” Theon gestures into the room and, specifically, the minibar.

“Theon,” Jon swings his legs out of bed and stands, and his tone seems to stop them all in their tracks. “How old are they?”

“What?” Theon asks, like it hadn't even crossed his mind, because of course it hadn't.

Jon turns to the group of girls. Three of them had already started for the minibar – the blonde and two brunettes – but one of them hangs back, a redhead that seems uncomfortable being here, from the way she's got her arms crossed over her stomach. She's got her phone clutched in her hands and Jon wouldn't be surprised if she had 911 on speed dial or something. Maybe it's because he's that person too, but he can always spot the responsible one in a group of friends.

“We're legal,” one of the brunettes assures, and Jon might not have Theon's way with women, but even he can hear the flirtation in her voice.

“Sorry, I'm gonna need proof of that,” Jon sighs, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes and wishing he could just leave and go to Grenn and Satin's room. But Davos would kill him for leaving Theon alone, and even if that weren't the case, Jon's not leaving these girls alone with Theon until he confirms that they are, in fact, adults.

“Are you carding us?” the other brunette giggles, though she's blushing and her flirty voice isn't as bold as the first one.

“Seems like I have to,” Jon shoots a glare at Theon.

The girls all dig into their purses and present IDs to him. Margaery Tyrell, 22. Jeyne Poole, 21. Myrcella Baratheon, 19. Sansa Stark, 21. He was right that the blonde was younger than the rest.

“I promise they aren't fake,” Margaery says, pulling out her phone. “See? We're in university.” She shows him a photo of what appears to be a sorority, and he can see all four of them sprinkled in with the other girls.

They may not be minors, but nineteen still seems a bit too young, and Jon wonders when that happened. He was nineteen not that long ago, but his life has changed so drastically since then, it feels like a lifetime, and not just five years. He has to remind himself they aren't actually much younger than he is.

“Do we pass inspection?” Margaery asks, batting her eyes at him, and Jon knows that if they're adults, he can't really tell them to leave. They're allowed to make their own choices (or mistakes).

He gets back onto his bed and picks his book back up as Theon turns on music and starts pulling drinks from the minibar, and Jon proceeds to ignore whatever is going on.

After a while, the bed next to him dips, and he looks up to see the redhead sitting on the edge of it, one of the cups from the room's bathroom clutched in her hand as she picks at the paper lip of it with one pink-painted nail.

“What are you reading?” she asks, and Jon swears her blush sweeps from her cheeks all the way down her throat and chest, disappearing beneath the neckline of her dress. She's pretty. All the girls are, but if Jon's being honest, he's always had a thing for redheads, and this one is no exception.

“Oh, uh,” he keeps one finger on the page he was reading and lets the book close around it to show the cover, only realizing then that he's probably about to shatter her vision of who he is. Jon knows he's the mysterious one in the band. The guitarist who doesn't really speak in interviews, who tends to wear a hat and sunglasses when they go out, who rarely smiles. “It's historical fiction?”

She looks at the cover and her brows furrow. “My dad reads those,” she says, and for some reason, Jon wishes he could sink into the floor and disappear. Because the thing is, he's not dark and mysterious and sexy – he's the boring dad of the group. He normally doesn't care when fans figure this out, but...

“They're good,” he defends, and when her eyes move back to his face, she smiles for the first time since she entered their suite. On the other side of the room, towards the living area, Theon is dancing with the rest of the girls. The redhead, Sansa, looks over her shoulder at them and her face turns an even deeper shade of pink than before. He's getting the sense it wasn't her idea to come here tonight. “So I have to ask,” he says, and she turns back to him, “what the fuck is Omegle?”

She lets out an embarrassed giggle and says, “it's an app. You video chat with random people. It's stupid, but we sometimes do it when we're bored.”

“Oh, that's what he was doing,” Jon's eyes flick to Theon, who seems to be focusing most of his attention on the one named Jeyne.

“We didn't believe it was really him at first,” she says, fingernail still picking at the paper lip of her cup. He wonders if it's filled with alcohol or water. “Then he turned the camera around and you were there, too.” Of course he did. Jon hadn't even noticed.

“So you are fans,” he confirms, though of course they are. Why else would they go to a stranger's hotel room at night?

“We mentioned we were going to your concert tomorrow, and he realized we lived in the city...” she trails off, throwing another glance at her friends. She doesn't need to finish – and then he invited us here.

Jon's never been surprised that they have female fans, but he is sort of surprised she's a fan. Between her pink nails and her baby blue dress and the fact that she's apparently in a sorority, she doesn't exactly seem the type to be at one of their concerts. But then again, Jon should know better about stereotyping off looks, considering his public persona.

“Well, I hope it's a good show,” he says, because he has no idea what else to say. He's never had Theon's way with flirting. Except... no, he shouldn't flirt with her. She's a fan, and Jon tried the whole groupie thing early on in their tour, back when it was new and exciting, but he'd learned quickly he isn't really the type for one night stands – especially ones that only see him as Jon Snow of the Night's Watch. “It's my job to make sure Theon doesn't get too wasted and miss it.”

She lets out another light laugh and says, “I'm here to make sure my friends don't do anything stupid. Though I'm not sure I'm doing a good job of that, since I couldn't even stop them from going to a stranger's hotel room.”

He'd bet anything there's water in her cup.

“So, uh, how long have you been a fan?” he asks, and can't help but cringe when he hears the words come out of his mouth. He really is terrible with women.

“Oh,” she also seems to cringe a bit. “I only really started listening a few weeks ago when Margie heard you were coming here. She and Myrcella heard your song in that Oberyn Martell movie and have been obsessed ever since. They bought tickets and Jeyne and I agreed to go...” She looks at him, eyes wide and panicked and says, “but I really like it, I promise!”

He can't help it – he laughs, and it almost feels like relief. She isn't a groupie, after all.

“What a glowing review,” he grins, and she turns, somehow, even brighter pink.

“Are you mad we're here?” she asks, eyeing his book again. She clearly understands that he wasn't aware they were coming.

“No,” he lies. Or maybe it's not a lie. He's not having the worst time right now... “I mean, we're supposed to be getting rest, and I'm supposed to keep Theon out of trouble, but this is actually pretty standard behavior for him, so I'm not surprised, and I stopped being mad about it a long time ago.”

“He reminds me of-” she starts, then seems to stop herself.

“Of what?”

She presses her lips together in thought and shoots another look behind her at the group, before saying, “he sort of reminds me of the frat guys at school.”

Jon lets out another snort of laughter, setting his book aside completely, though he didn't think to check what page he was on. “If we hadn't done the band thing – if we'd actually gone to uni – he probably would have been,” Jon admits.

If they hadn't met when they were so young, forming their first band in Theon's garage at the age of twelve, Jon probably wouldn't be friends with him now. Theon is obnoxious and annoying, but he's also an extraordinary front man and likely the only reason they ever got a record deal.

“But not you?” she asks, head tilted, eyes raking over him curiously. He wishes he were wearing something better than sweatpants and this old, washed out band tee.

“I'm not big on social interaction.”

“I couldn't tell,” she deadpans, pointing at his book, but she starts to giggle when he narrows his eyes at her, and Jon realizes she's flirting with him. He wasn't sure before, or if she just came over here to get away from Theon, but no. She's flirting with him.

Jon doesn't do groupies. He implemented that rule halfway through the tour, and he tries to keep that in mind right now. On one hand, he knows that one night stands with groupies don't do great things for his self esteem and overall mental health, but on the other hand... he'd really like to see this girl naked.

She isn't a groupie, his mind whispers. Not really.

There's a crash from the other side of the room, and Sansa whips around to look at her friends, letting out a gasp and standing up when she sees that the youngest one – Myrcella – has tripped over the coffee table in the living area.

“I'm fine!” Myrcella says from the ground, and she's giggling hysterically, so Jon assumes she's alright, just tipsy.

There's worry on Sansa's face, though, and Jon knows he should probably shut this down. It's getting towards one in the mornig, and they have to get up early to do an interview before heading off to prep for the concert. He's let this go on too long as it is.

“Maybe we should call it a night,” he says, voice loud enough to project over the music, and he gets out of bed and heads over into the living area, where Margaery and Jeyne are helping their friend up. “We've got an early morning.”

“Come on,” Theon groans, trying to give him a look, pleading eyes flicking between Jeyne and Jon.

“And what happens when you're too tired and hung over for the concert and we have to cancel, again?” Jon tries to reason, though he wishes they could do this in private and not in front of the girls.

Theon groans, but he doesn't argue, and Jon wonders if he's finally growing the fuck up. Then Theon perks back up and says, “backstage passes! We'll get your names on the list.”

That seems to placate both him and the girls, and Jon won't argue with that. It means he gets to see Sansa again, even though he knows he shouldn't want to.

The other three girls grab their things, shooting him exaggerated pouts as they do, though they keep breaking and laughing. Jon has never felt more like a grouchy old man than he does now.

“You have a way to get home safe?” Jon asks Sansa, because she's the only one who hasn't been drinking at this strange, pop-up hotel room party. He'd offer to get them a car himself, but that means asking for their address and he's not about to do that.

Sansa nods and opens an Uber app on her phone and says, “car's ten minutes away, guys.” And then, as her friends say goodbye to Theon, she turns to Jon and says, “I'll see you tomorrow night, then?”

“You'll be on the list,” he confirms.

When they're gone, Theon turns on him and says, “dude. What the fuck.”

“The fuck is that we have to get up at seven tomorrow and I'm not getting in trouble because you invited a bunch of girls over without even checking that they weren't underage.”

“Alright, not my finest moment, but don't act all superior like you weren't drooling over that redhead.”

Jon refuses to respond to this, and gets into bed and turns out his light and ignores Theon's grumbling.

[tenderyellowbluefics]

For Whom The Bell Tolls

Summary: When Vecna's curse gets a hold of you, there is only one song, Eddie knows for sure could save you.

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, fluff.

No specific pronouns are stated ;)

Any advice on my writing is welcomed and appreciated!

"Dustin? Wheeler? Anyone? Fuck!"

Eddie shouted, tossing the walkie-talkie to the side.

The crew has been gone for an unusual amount of time now, and Eddies freaked out. We were in the main house but ended up back in the boat house after Eddie heard a noise and got spooked. That noise was in fact a squirrel, but Eddie insisted on staying in hiding.

"Eddie," I started, reaching my hand to place on his shoulder, careful not to startle him, "I'm sure everything’s fine, Steve and Dustin are probably just arguing and can't hear the walkie."

"I don't know-" He started, then stopped, once he was facing me, and his once slightly worried expression became extremely worried. "Y/N, your nose." he motioned to my face.

I reached a hand up to touch my nose and felt a cold liquid coming from it. Looking down to inspect my hand, I discovered it was blood. My blood.

I had been having nosebleeds all week, I assumed it was due to the dry weather and my roommate's tendency to never turn the AC off, especially at night. But then the headaches started to come, followed by the nightmares. Terrible nightmares.

I tried not to think too much Into it.

I lifted my head to look at Eddie only to be met with an empty space he previously occupied.

"Eddie?" I called out, frantically looking around, afraid he might have gotten spooked and ran off again.

Then I heard it.

The chime.

I had been hearing it all week. I thought I was just going crazy. It was the sound of a grandfather clock. I knew that because when I was small my grandmother had one in her home. It was over 100 years old and ragged. It always made me feel uneasy, as if the hands of the clock were going to jump through the glass window and strangle me while simultaneously deafening me with the chime.

I shook my head, attempting to escape the thoughts, and peaked out the window, trying to see if I could see Eddie anywhere.

With no luck, I decided to venture to the house, hoping to find Eddie there. As I walked through the wooded area, every branch that broke beneath my step seemed to become louder and louder. It felt as if the tree branches were replaced with bones.

As I turned the corner of the house, my heart started to pound faster. As if I was walking right into my own doom. I creeped my hand out to push the half opened screen door open, and there it was again.

The clocks chime.

Only this time the chime was much louder than any other time before. My body went into complete shock as I heard a low voice growl the words.

“Y/N, It’s so nice to see you”

Eddie’s POV

I couldn’t understand what was happening, one-second y/n was trying to reassure me and the next she was standing frozen while her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was doing the same thing Chrissy did before that thing killed her.

I couldn’t let that happen to y/n. I’ve been a coward my whole fucking life but for this once I had to do something. I couldn’t lose her to this thing.

But I didn’t know what the hell to do. All I could possibly do was cling to her body while crying and begging her to wake up, to not leave me.

Then I remembered something Steve mentioned.

When max was in the boat house her headphones were playing a song constantly on repeat. I asked why and Steve said when someone loves a song, it can be used as some sort of a lifeline from the upside down to the normal world.

I scrambled to grab y/n’s cassette player that was laying on the couch before dumping a bag of tapes out and spreading them across the floor. Frantically searching for one in particular, the one I knew would for sure be her lifeline.

I popped it in the cassette player and jammed the chord connected to the headphones into the headphone jack. As I rushed back over to y/n, I feared I was too late, as her body started levitating. I leaped forward, grabbing her and pinning her to the ground. With my one arm wrapped around her waist tightly, I used the other to place the headset on her head and hit play.

I buried my face in her neck as I started to hear the song bleed out from the headphones.

For Whom The Bell Tolls was playing.

Your POV

As the evil slimy creature picked me up off the ground, I could feel my life coming to a close. They say when you die your life flashes before your eyes. But all I could think about or see was Eddie.

His beautiful smile, his sweet voice. How he hated when I gave him compliments in front of people because his cheeks would turn the brightest shade of red every time. How badass he looked playing his guitar. And how I was leaving him alone and scared.

I let a single tear fall from my eyes as I closed them. Expecting to never open them again.

When I heard a chime.

Not the normal chime I’ve been hearing from a grandfather clock, the chime of a bell ringing.

I knew that bell anywhere, it was the beginning of,

For Whom The Bell Tolls

I was starstruck, I had managed to win tickets to a Metallica show and was standing in front of James, Kirk, Lars, and Cliff. The group of men who’s music I lived and breathed.

I was so distracted by the band that the fact I was in the middle of a mosh pit slipped my mind. My eyes that were once on the band, were now staring at the ceiling of the arena the show was being held in as I lay on my back.

“Shit! Shit! Jesus H Christ!”

A man half-shouted from somewhere near in the crowd.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.”

The man panted, now standing over me with a hand reached out for me.

I took his help with standing up, I couldn’t see much besides teased hair and pyro but when the lights flickered onto the crowd I saw one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.

His perfectly curled and tossed dusky brunette hair shined in the lights of the show. His beautifully sculpted face, his lips contorted into a perfect smile. All left me in a daze.

“Sorry, that was my fault, I got a little too excited.” he chuckled, breaking me from my trance.

I opened my mouth to say something to him but was quickly distracted by James, the lead singer’s, voice booming through the mic.

“This next song is titled For Whom The Bell Tolls!”

He announced

The whole arena erupted, and mine and the man’s eyes lit up.

“This is my favorite song!” We both exclaimed simultaneously while grinning at each other.

“Holy shit we are like totally gonna be best friends but after this song! The names Eddie by the way!” He told me before turning his attention back to the stage a throwing devil horns up in the air.

That was our song, a strange pick I know. But it was what made us fall in love. Plus he claims he hates love songs despite singing along anytime I put one on.

My eyes shifted past the creature in front of me to an opening in the red clouds. Between the red fog, I could see Eddie crying while holding me. I could almost hear him.

“Please come back.”

Is all he kept blubbering.

My heart felt as though it was cracking into a million pieces. All I wanted to do was hold him and run my fingers through his long hair. I had to get to him.

With my arms and legs pinned to the structure behind me, I was left with only one possible weapon.

My teeth.

With the creature's long skinny hand reaching only a few inches from my face, I was able to reach and bite onto one of its fingers. I could’ve never prepared myself for the taste. It tasted like every single disgusting taste in the world thrown together, just burnt. I shook my head back and forth biting down harder, when I heard the skin ripping and felt the finger detach from the creature's hand.

It let out an ear-splitting scream and everything let go at once as it staggered backward.

I fell to the ground on my hands and knees immediately, I looked up to make sure the opening was still there and I wasn’t imagining things. It was. Eddie was still holding me, and our song was still playing. But now there was an extra voice, it was Eddie’s humming along to the song.

I got up and ran.

Ran as fast as I possibly could, I didn’t look back or think about that creature, I just kept running. I could hear it screaming and running towards me. But I couldn’t stop, I had to get out. I narrowed my vision in on Eddie. I focused on our song. And my heart beat picked up, my fear vanished, and my feet ran faster than ever before.

There I was, in the boat house, in Eddie’s arms.

“Eddie?” I questioned reaching a hand up to touch his face, not quite sure if this was real or not.

His head that was previously buried in the crook of my neck shot up. Frantically searching my face for confirmation that I was in fact back in the real world.

“Oh my god!” He choked out, burying his face back into my neck.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now.” I ran my fingers through his slightly knotted hair, placing a kiss to his head.

“I was so afraid. I thought- I thought- ” he stammered now facing me upright again, cupping my face with his soft hands.

“You saved me.” I said, pulling a hand up to touch his hand now placed upon my face.

He scoffed, and looked down.

“I was gone. I had already made my amends with death when I heard our song. And I saw you. I knew I had to fight. For you”

His head shot back up, his eyes now filled with love, “I love you y/n, more than anything. I can’t possibly describe what you mean to me.”

“same,” I spoke in a low voice with a soft grin. Placing a light kiss to his lips, while his arms tightened around me. Savoring the feeling and the taste now that I know how quickly this could all be gone.

After pulling apart we paused for a moment, just to look into each others loving eyes.

“Are we interrupting something?” Dustin asked in a sarcastic tone with a huge grin.

I was so wrapped up in the moment I didn’t notice the door opening.

Eddie laughed a sarcastic chuckle and raised his middle finger.

“Okay well, now you’re not getting these spaghetti O’s!” Dustin said in a high-pitched tone, walking back out of the door.

“You wanna help me kill this son of a bitch?” Eddie questioned jokingly with a grin turning his attention back to me.

“Of course.” I laughed

“Well cmon,” he said standing up reaching a hand to help me up, “let’s go get our spaghetti O’s back sweetheart.” He laughed, looking down at me.

[blackbird-brewster]

i ADOREEE this. makes me want to kick my feet in the air and squeal at very sexy unfiltered jemily. i am those pizza delivery boys i would pay THEM. jemily so sexy together in a very subtle way. i feel like if u saw them out u would feel judged and turned on at the same time?

-tjj

Honestly, yes. If I saw Jemily walking down the street and they made eye contact with me, I feel like I would spontaneously combust. Just the level of sexiness and confidence and ARGH!!!! Too hot. Too sexy. I perish.

Here's a smutty Jemily headcanon:

Emily keeps a pack of cigs in the night stand just for those REALLY good nights. And JJ always tells everyone she doesn't smoke but she's the first to grab the sexerettes and run to the balcony. Emily thinks JJ smoking is hot as shit (cause we all do) but when JJ is stumbling to the patio in a tshirt and her majestic lions mane is fuuuucked up and the wobble in her step is ultra pronounced, Emily's just like "yeah, I did that"

And Em often gets in trouble be cause while JJ is out there smoking in just a shirt Em's hands and wandering up her thighs and JJ is swatting her away but they always end up fucking on the balcony patio furniture. Just precariously against the railing. JJ's just like "Em, stop, you're gonna drop me" but she's not even listening. Emily holding JJ around her waist back pressed against a wall with one of JJ's legs hiked over Emily's waist

Bonus if it's on the bed and JJ's legs are over Em's shoulders. They stop having sex in the foyer (mostly, anyway) because the across the hall neighbours complained about the banging against the door and the noise

The older lady that shares a bedroom wall with their living room moves her bedroom to the other side of her condo and Jemily's mailbox is stuffed with "anonymous" complaints (and compliments tbh)

They put the best ones up on the fridge.

But sometimes when it's been a few days on a case they're stripping by the time they get the key in the door and Em is like "take me now" and JJ shoves the door shut, pins Em against it and takes her from behind like a pro

The first time they're interrupted during sex, when the knocking is too insistent and Emily forces herself to get off JJ and go answer the door to tell whoever it is to fuck off, she sees its the cops and sucks the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth because it's swollen a bit since JJ just bit it so hard, and she pulls the shirt she threw on tighter and more properly trying to cover the deep scratches on her back even though they can't see them and the bruises at the base of her neck and the cops are looking her over, thinking maybe Emily needs help and they're asking her questions about these injuries.

Obviously, Emily is NOT in danger and all her bruises and stuff are very consensual. She just wants the cops to go the fuck away, so she's trying to reassure them that she's totally safe and that she's a federal agent and they really don't need to worry but they also very much need to LEAVE.

The cops are still trying to ask Emily questions and JJ comes trotting around the corner in a robe and rubbing her wrists complaining how hard it was to uncuff herself but she found out she was way more flexible than previously thought and Emily really needs to come back to bed so JJ can show her this newly discovered flexibility.

JJ is loudly announcing all of this as she approaches the door, then finally looks up to see the cops and she stops mid sentence

The cops are both bright red and suddenly very, very, awkward and they just look at Emily and nod. ".......😳😳 have a good night, ma'am" and turn on their heals and very quickly retreat.

The next time there's a noise complaint about Jemily, JJ is the one who goes to answer the door and she just does so completely naked. The cops are very startled by this and JJ just says "We're having consensual sex, tell that bitch next door to buy some headphones." and shuts the door on them and goes back to the bedroom, fully committing to making Emily scream louder than she ever has before.

[sckyie]

word count: 1.6k

genre + warnings: fluff; timeskip!kuroo, streamer!kenma, baby kuroo (like his kid not him), the word poggers is used

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: for reading purposes, oji (叔父上) is uncle and oba (叔母様) is aunt, doraemon is that bluecat thing with no ears ,, next imagine is gender neutral pronouns

"You should let Y/n play a round," Kenma reads off the chat. "I would but she has to go to the store."

"Either way I can't when I get back, I have to babysit," You say standing up from your chair beside Kenma. "I'll see you later bub." You peck his cheek before putting your rolling chair off to the side and leaving the room. 

You had decided to go out to get some groceries before Kuroo came by with his daughter, Tomiko, for you to babysit. His wife had gone on a business trip and he had an important meeting to attend. You agreed since you and Kenma mainly work from home. 

About ten minutes later, you pull into the parking lot of your local grocery store and get a phone call from Kuroo. "Hello?" You ask.

"Hey, I know I said four but apparently the meeting is being pushed up two hours. Can I drop off Miko right now?" Kuroo rushed.

"Oh, I'm not home, Kenma is. Just drop her off, he's streaming but it should be fine. I just got to the store," You say. "If you need it, the spare key is in the lamp above the door."

"Thank you so much Y/n, I owe you again!" He says before ending the call. Kuroo turns to his babbling daughter and swoops her up. "Come on babe, you're going to Oji's."

Kuroo gets all of her stuff ready before heading out. He texts Kenma that he's coming over but to his luck, no response. Kenma was too absorbed in his match of Valorant to reply to his best friend. Once at the front door, he knocks but again, no response. Kuroo reaches up to get the key and unlock the door himself. 

Tomiko began to babble louder as she recognized the living room. Kuroo kicks off his shoes and walks over to the streaming room. "Come in!" Kenma called after his best friend knocks. He turns to see him and Tomiko and tilts his head. "I thought you weren't coming until later?"

"I texted you and I think Y/n texted you too," Kuroo points out. Kenma quickly checks his phone and looks back up at chat. "She said it was fine to leave Miko with you."

"Hah?" Kenma turns back to him. "I'm playing solo queue and I just started stream."

"Miko can sit on your lap and watch. She does that with me at least," Kuroo strides over, placing his daughter on Kenma's lap. "I will see you later, and Kenma don't forget my baby is in your lap."

Kuroo quickly exits before turning to camera. Tomiko reaches at his desk but Kenma moves his keyboard, controller and mouse forward to avoid any accidents. "Uhm...Tomiko meet chat," Kenma awkwardly holds up his niece to the camera and a spam of heart eyes flood the chat. 

He was never one for taking care of kids or at least fond of it. When Tomiko was born, he obviously knew he had to watch her at one point but every time he did, you were there to help him. The entire topic of kids always been pushed back ever since you two got married. You were the one with baby fever while he didn't necessarily want to have a kid just yet.

Kenma sets her back down on his lap and notices her reaching for something on his desk. "Oh, did you want that?" He asks, pointing at the small cat plush on his desk. Tomiko's only response, because she's barely one, was to smack the table. Kenma reaches over, handing the toy to her. "Y/n got that for me, but you can play with it as long as you don't- drool on it." He finishes his sentence as Tomiko nibbled at its ear.

"Tomiko is so cute!"

"Awww! You and Y/n should have a kid!"

"Tomiko eating the cat is pog lol."

Many more comments flood in as Kenma admires the baby on his lap. He snaps out of his staring and looks back at the Valorant lobby. He switches to just his camera overlay and changes the title of the stream from "solo queue is poggers" to "idk yet i have a baby with me."

"I can't really play Val with you on me Miko," He turns to chat to see any suggestions. "Draw things with her on a paint studio? Maybe...Let her watch you play Minecraft...I like the drawing suggestion." Kenma replies to the comments. He carries Tomiko to the other side of room to get his drawing pad. He realizes his issue with moving the drawing pad and places Tomiko on his couch. 

Tomiko doesn't move an inch as she watches her uncle move his big drawing pad. "Baba," She calls out. "Wan Baba." Kenma immediately knew that meant she wanted you. 

"Sorry Miko, Oba isn't here right now," He says placing down the drawing pad. After hearing his words, Tomiko began to whine at him. "Oh no, no, no, don't cry." Within an instant, Tomiko began to cry, slapping her hands on the couch. Kenma goes to carry her but she smacks his shoulder in protests.

"Baba! Wan Baba!" She cries. Kenma seats himself, only to see sympathetic comments.

"Miko look, look," He attempts to show her the plush she was previously chewing. She swats the toy away, still wailing to see you. "Uhm...I don't know what to do, Y/n usually takes care of her."

Tomiko continues to cry, smack, and scream for you to come get her, leaving Kenma lost in how you always kept her from crying. He looks around for something to help and spots his headphones. A thought comes to mind and he quickly types in his search bar on his computer. Soon after, the opening to Doraemon starts to play.

Her crying ceases as she looks on the screen to see her favorite blue cat. "Is that better?" He asks. "How about...we draw him?"

Tomiko watches as Kenma lowers the music down and opens his drawing software. She began to calm down yet her breath was still stuttering. Kenma sketches out Doraemon and Tomiko began to smile slightly. "Do you want to color it?" He points to the drawing pad. He switches it to touch screen mode as she reaches to touch it. "What color do you want?"

"Boo," She says. Kenma switches the color to blue before Tomiko starts scribbling on Kenma's drawing. Tomiko's sniffles slightly as he wipes off her tears with his sleeves. 

"She's better now, yeah I'm glad she is," Kenma responds to his chat. "Miko, what else do you like to do...Nevermind you can't talk and I'm dumb."

"Jellwy?" She asks. 

"Jelly?" Kenma tilts his head at her. "What do you mean by jelly?"

"Jelly cups maybe?"

"Jell-o?"

"What if she's saying a video game with jelly?"

"Jellwy," Tomiko looks away from the screen to look at Kenma. "Jellwy fly!"

"Jelly fly?" Kenma stares at her intensely. "What jelly flies? Do you mean like slime rancher?" Kenma exits out the drawing software, changing the title of the stream beforehand, and opens the opens Slime Rancher. 

Tomiko's eyes light up and a smile grows on her face. She giggles cheerfully as Kenma began to play one of his old saves. More comments roll in as Tomiko's adorable noises captures the viewer's hearts. Kenma smiles as she is finally happy in his lap and not crying out for someone else. 

About twenty minutes into the game, you arrive home to find the two still streaming. "Hi bub," You peek in. Tomiko sat up at the sound of your voice. She shifts around in Kenma's lap to look over his shoulder. "And hi Miko! Were you playing with Oji?" 

"Baba!" She cheered. You walked over, expecting her to reach out to you but she seats herself back onto Kenma. "Pay jellwies." She points to the screen.

"Oh Jiji's playing jellies?" You leaned down and kissed Kenma, also prompting Tomiko to push your face away from his. "Ok missy, how about, we let Jiji stream and we can go make dinner?"

"No! Wan jellwies!" She argued. 

"She's fine here, I don't mind her. Chat loves her anyways," Kenma says. "Miko, do you want to show Oba your drawing?"

Tomiko smacks the table as an agreement and he switches monitors to show you the messily colored Doraemon. "Wow Miko, good job," You praised. "I especially like that Oji added ears to him."

"Oh, he doesn't have ears?" He asks. You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Anyways, let me know when dinner is done so I can end stream. Miko and I have important slime farming to do." You roll your eyes, pecking Tomiko and Kenma. 

Right when you finish cooking dinner, Kuroo arrives to get Tomiko. Kenma explains his day to his best friend after ending his stream, leaving him to smother his daughter with kisses. "Do you want to hang out with Oji again?" He asks. Miko nods and holds out her hand for Kenma to high five. "Thank you again. I'll treat you to dinner when the Mrs's comes back."

You say your goodbyes and turn to Kenma who was setting the table. You go to the stove, plating everything when you felt a pair of arms around your waist. "I want a baby," Kenma muffled into your shoulder.

"You want a what?" You chuckled.

"Miko needs a cousin," He says. Kenma pulls away from your back and stood beside you. "Can we get a baby now?"

"Bubs, we can't just buy a baby," You laughed. "Tomiko gave you baby fever, huh?"

"Maybe," He says. "Also we can babysit Miko anytime Kuroo asks."

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[whispering-raine]

Heartbreak - A Sanders Sides oneshot

((TWS: HEART BREAK (yes that means that Patton is affected), PANIC ATTACK, BEING SICK, BLOOD, FEVER, PUKE, MENTIONS OF AN ARGUMENT, DESCRIPTIVE GORE/WOUNDS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, BLOODY ARTWORK AT THE END

3rd person POV:

Roman awoke, his eyes fluttering open as he examined his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in Pattons room the night before, so this was different from the normal scenery that covered the room he would usually wake up in. Family photos of the sides displayed in picture frames, kids toys lying everywhere but his desk, which was covered in random pieces of paper and probably a few recipes for cookies and other treats. Pattons room had become Romans safe space, and vise versa.

"Good morning, my dear~" Roman whispered, giving Patton a small kiss on his forehead. Patton gave a happy hum in his sleep, a soft smile following.

But something was off. His forehead was just a bit warmer than usual. His cheeks were tinted just a bit more pink than he was used to seeing. Roman sent a sympathetic look over towards the sleeping boy, walking out of the room.

He walked towards the bathroom down the hall, teaching into the medicine cabinet and grabbing a thermometer. He walked back, Patton still sleeping and hugging a stuffed animal.

Sweat was beaded on his face, which still held a tired smile, disregarding the shape he was in. Roman was careful to be quiet, holding the speaker of the thermometer to muffle the noise as he swiped the metal across Pattons forehead quickly. 102.1*

He muttered a quick "Shit." before taking the thermometer back to the bathroom. He quickly washed it off with warm water, putting the cap back on and placing it in the medicine cabinet.

He rushed out to the kitchen, in which he saw Logan typing away on his phone and almost chugging his daily cup of black coffee.

"Logan." Roman addressed the logical side. Logan almost immediately noticed the uneasy look on Romans face.

"Ah, good morning Roman. Is something the matter?" Logan questioned, putting his almost empty cup to the side and turning off his phone, setting it down on the table quietly.

"Yeah, yeah something is the matter. Can individual sides get sick?" His breathing was starting to get out of pattern.

"Well, yes, I suppose so. Are you feeling unwell?" Logan said in a concerned tone, walking over to Roman and reaching up to place a hand on his forehead. Roman politely moved Logans hand away with his own.

"No, actually, Patton has a fever and I was making sure that this was normal."

"Patton?" Logan questioned curiously. Roman nodded, confirming what Logan had once been so curious about. Logan seemed to think for a second, adjusting his glasses quickly and standing up straighter, although gay.

"Well Nico and Thomas got into a bit of an argument last night, so that may be the cause of it. But I'll do some more research in a little while to do a better and more proper diagnosis." Logan said, sitting back down and taking another sip of his coffee.

"Thanks, Nerd." Roman said before leaving, going back to Pattons room. He was going to make Patton feel better no matter the cost. He walked back into his room, the door creaking the slightest. Roman sighed, a sad smile curling on his lips. He layed down next to his beloved, wrapping arms around him and giving him the softest hug he could manage.

"Mm," Patton hummed, slowly waking up.

"Hello darling.." Roman whispered, rubbing the smaller ones back lightly.

"Are you feeling alright? You have a fever.." Roman asked as he awaited patiently for a response.

Patton could only manage a small shake of his head, leaning farther into Romans touch. "I-Is...everyone else okay though..?" Patton slurred, his words muffled by Romans shirt.

"I'm pretty sure. I haven't checked on everyone, but Logan and I feel okay." Patton responded with a nod, almost falling back asleep in Romans arms.

But he was awoken by the voice again, "Would you like me to make you some tea...?" Patton thought for a moment, before giving a small nod.

"But I can make it myself. I don't want you to waste too much time on me." He insisted, tiredly rolling off of Roman to sit up. He leaned back on his palms, repressing a yawn. Roman sat up with him, putting an arm around his shoulders and rubbing his upper arm.

"You're in no condition to be doing that yourself. I can get it for you, I promise." Patton slid his hand over Romans, intertwining their fingers silently.

"I'll be fine."

"No you won't." Patton let out a chuckle, smiling up at Roman.

"Ro, I'm fine. I'll get right back into bed after I get my tea."

"Fine. Then let me see you stand on your own."

Patton grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand, slipping them on. Roman helped Patton to a standing position, holding him as if he were a kid learning how to ride a bike. Roman finally let go, although only inches apart from the swaying boy. Pattons knees immediately buckled, falling into Romans chest with barely any control of his own body.

"See? I'm fine!" Patton joked, lifting only his head from Romans chest. Roman couldn't help but smile at the smaller boy.

"And this is why I'm making your tea for you."

Patton let out a whine, burying his face back into Romans shirt. The both wrapped their arms around each other, Pattons hung down at Romans waist; and Romans wrapped around his shoulders.

"Come on, let me get you back into bed."

Patton gave in at this point, allowing Roman to pick him up and gracefully lay him back down onto the soft covers.

"I'll be right back."

Patton layed on his bed, trying to stop the world from spinning around him as he focussed on a stain on the ceiling. A few extra minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt, would it? Patton let his heavy eyelids shut as he curled into a ball, trying to get comfortable. He was almost immediately woken up by Roman walking in, holding a glass of tea. The glass had a cat paw pattern on it. It was always Pattons favorite.

"Hello my darling~" Romans voice rang throughout the room once again, placing the cup of tea on the bedside table.

"Hi, honey.." Patton mumbled, rolling over to face Roman. Roman smiled softly, laying down next to Patton.

"Cuddles?" Patton asked, holding his arms out and doing grabby hands. Roman couldn't help but blush at this, sweeping him into his arms and holding him. Patton giggled quietly, smiling and blushing.

"Do you know anything about what happened last night?" Roman spoke up.

"No, is everything okay?" Patton immediately grew concerned.

"Well Thomas and Nico got into a bit of an..argument...late last night." Realization struck Patton like a brick. He finally realized why he felt so horrible. Heartbreak. Then why hadn't the cracks shown up yet?

"Do you have a mirror I can borrow?" Patton asked, sitting up and rolling off of Roman.

"What?" Roman was beyond confused.

"It's complicated! I just need a mirror and quick!" Patton began to shake, worrying about almost everything at the exact moment. This has only happened one other time, and Patton was lucky to survive it. But that was years ago. Patton didn't know if he'd make it through this one. Heartbreak. Such a literal term in the sense of sides.

"I think there's a handheld one on my desk, but that's all the was across the hall. You'd be better off just going to the bathroom." Patton nodded, slowly getting up.

"Are you sure you're okay to walk? I don't want you getting hurt. I can go with you if-"

"I'm fine," He reassured, stumbling quickly out of the room. That left behind a very worried and confused Roman.

Patton ran to the bathroom, holding the wall as he did so. He slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it as he leaned on the marble counter. He brushed his bangs out of his face with his hand, seeing the smallest crack, starting at his hairline and going down onto his forehead.

"Shoot.."

Patton knew that when something like this happened, Virgil was always affected. Whether Thomas is anxious that Nico doesn't love him as much as he used to, or he's scared that they're going to break up, Virgil is going to be affected to some degree. Patton made sure to put his bangs back in place, going out of the bathroom and towards Virgils room.

He creeked open the door, not trying to scare his dark strange son. Virgils head shot up as soon as he heard the quiet noise. He took off his headphones in a rush as he paused his music.

"Hey Kiddo, can I come in..?" Patton asked gently, peeking his head in. Virgil could only nod and hum, not trusting his voice. Patton walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Pat." Virgil mumbled, his voice slightly distorted. The father figure was leaning on the door frame, keeping his balance. Patton gave a small wave, walking over to his bed and trying not to collapse on the way.

"Dad, are you alright? Last night Thomas-" Virgil said quickly, before Patton cut him off. Patton stayed silent, but moved his hand up to shove his bangs back and show the small crack - soon to grow bigger - to Virgil. Virgil let out a gasp, he swore his heart stopped for a second.

"I-It can't be happening again...! No! I-I won't let it happen!" Virgil had started crying. Patton let out a choked cough, before wiping Virgils tears away with the other hand. The only thing that could be heard was Virgils rapid breathing, until Patton spoke once again.

"I'm going to be okay Kiddo. Relax. Take a breather." He said as he held Virgils face. His own dizziness almost made him fall over as he scooted towards the scared and anxious boy. Virgil nodded, trying to get his breath back to normal. Patton put an arm around Virgil, rubbing his back in the slightest.

"Here Virge, copy my breathing." Patton took a deep, exaggerated breath, trying not to cough. Patton whispered small reassurances, such as "It's going to be okay." or "Breathe,".

They seemed to be working as Virgil slowly calmed down. Once Virgil could finally breathe again, he layed his head into Pattons shoulder, in which Patton brought up a hand to stroke his hair quietly.

"What if something bad happens to you?" Virgil mumbled, playing with his hoodie sleeves.

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Kiddo." Patton said in a tone that was at least one octave down from his normal, cheery one.

It was too serious. And it scared Virgil.

"But Dad..." His voice began to distort again, "...I don't think I can live without you..." This brought on a whole new wave of tears for Virgil.

"Oh Kiddo... C'mere.. It's going to be okay.." Patton said as he wrapped his arms around Virgil as tight as he could without hurting him. Virgil gripped onto one of those arms as if Patton would disappear if he didn't. Patton could feel the crack expanding down towards his eyebrow, something he'd have to cover up later with makeup. But he decided to ignore it for now. Although a tear escaped his eye, he still managed to keep a calm smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Roman was talking with Logan in the kitchen once again.

"I guess I'm just...worried? The last time Patton was sick like this was..." Roman said, trying to remember when the time he was referencing was. Then it hit him, "Thomas' last breakup." It was almost under his shaking breath.

"What're you guys talking about?~" Remus sang, walking in with Janus.

"Oh! Janus! Just the guy I needed to see!" Logan exclaimed, ignoring Remus completely.

"Hm?" Janus cocked an eyebrow, confused but still paying careful attention.

"You were there at Thomas' and Nicos fight, correct?"

But Patton overheard everything. Of course it was Janus who would've been in the fight. He probably caused it in the first place. Another piece of his forehead cracked, leaving a terrible sight. He actually trusted Janus for once. And he was mad at himself for it.

A few minutes passed of overthinking and hugging Virgil. Patton, lost in his thought, barely even heard the small curse that came out of Virgils mouth.

"Shit, Pat, you're bleeding." Virgil muttered, his tears now dry, but the stains still on his cheeks. The hug had ended, apparently.

"Hm?" Patton was still busy thinking, only looking at Virgil in his peripheral view.

"Patton for Gods sake pay attention to me! You! Are! Bleeding!" Virgil raised his voice, done with Pattons bullshittery for today, even though it was only the morning.

"Wait what? Where?"

Virgil reached up towards Pattons forehead, wiping a dribble of the red, sticky liquid off of his warm skin. Virgil was shocked, gasping in the slightest. He put his other, uncontaminated hand on the other side of his forehead, making sure not to hit any of the cracks.

"You're burning up." Virgil whispered to himself, placing a soft hand on Pattons cheek.

"Oh, I would've never guessed!" Patton joked, giggling a bit.

"Have you taken your temperature at all??"

"Roman mentioned something about a fever when I woke up, but I'm not sure if he took it." Virgil thought for a moment, Pattons words finally registering in his head.

"You...slept with Roman...?" Virgil recoiled, making a disgusted face at Patton.

"Not the point, but yeah, I slept with him." Virgil shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Just...lye down, I'm grabbing the thermometer." Virgil said as get got up.

"But this is your bed?" Patton wasn't upset by this, no, but he didn't want to intrude. Especially considering the fact that Virgil normally didn't like the other sides touching his stuff in the first place.

"And? You're laying down. You're swaying just sitting there. Did you think I couldn't see it?" Virgil growled, putting a firm hand on Pattons shoulder.

"No." His voice was fragile and weak. Virgil could feel his anxiety heighten at this. He's never seen Patton just this vulnerable before. He gave a slight force to Pattons shoulder, pushing him out of the sitting position he was in, and back onto the pillow. He had barely pushed. Just a mere pressure, almost less than gravity gave.

Patton let his legs stretch out naturally, not bothering to stop it from happening. Virgil gave a slight sympathetic chuckle, pulling a thin blanket over him from the end of his own bed.

"I'll be right back, 'kay Dad?"

"M'kay.." Patton mumbled, curling onto himself and gripping the blanket. Virgil gave one more glance towards the curled up figure on his dark bed before leaving the room.

He came almost face to face with a fuming Prince as soon as he stepped into the hallway.

"Well hello to you too, Princey." Virgil remarked sarcastically. Roman just grumbled.

"If that snake wouldn't have been the only side awake during the argument, this wouldn't have happened." Roman just now looked up at Virgil, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Fuck off, I was there, too." He slapped his arm playfully.

"Wait, seriously??" Roman almost yelled, making Virgil wince.

"Yup." He said in a monotone voice, trying to leave the conversation. He started to walk away, but Roman caught his hood, keeping him in place.

"What is it now?" He grumbled.

"Have you seen Patton?"

"Yeah, he's in my room resting."

"Is he oka-" Before Roman could finish that question, it was immediately answered by a scream, coming from Virgils room.

"Shit." Virgil immediately ran back into his room, swinging the door open. Roman followed close behind, worry filling his veins.

Patton was curled up in a tight ball, his hands held over his mouth as black liquid mixed with blood poured from it. Tears were streaming down his cheeks in a steady flow, mixing with the other two fluids. He could barely see, but he was able to quickly yell a, "It hurts!!" as he screwed his eyes shut. He was hit with another wave of pain as more blood poured down his forehead. The crack was at least two times bigger than Virgil had last seen, although he was gone for barely a minute.

"Help.." He whispered as Virgil ran over to him, but Roman was stuck at the door. He couldn't move. He didn't know how to.

"Shh, shh, I'm here. It's okay. I know it hurts. Breathe. Breathe for me." Virgil rambled, holding Patton tightly in his arms.

"V-Virge..?" Patton whispered as he gripped the fabric of his soft hoodie, letting out another, quieter sob. Virgil just nodded, allowing Patton soak his clothes with tears and blood, making a mental note to clean it off later.

Logan walked in, confused but mad.

"WHY IS EVERYONE..." he saw Patton, "...yelling..." he finished, mumbling.

Heartbreak. What everyone in that room felt. Patton. Virgil. Logan. But especially Roman.

He was having his own mini panic attack, still standing in the doorway with Logan. Logan put a soft hand on his upper arm, rubbing circles with his thumb.

"It's going to be alright, Roman. Can you take a deep breath with me?" Logan asked, gripping his shoulders firmly, but in a caring way, making sure to not let go.

Roman gave a hasty nod, looking Logan in the eyes.

"In," Logan started, mentally counting out 4 seconds exactly.

"Now hold," He said as he began to count 7 seconds.

"Now out." 8 seconds.

Logan gave a satisfied smile, "Good. Now, can you try that again?"

They did the breathing exercise for a few minutes, Logan still holding onto Romans shoulders. But Logan moved his hand a bit to wipe a stray tear that was dribbling down Romans cheek, making it dry once again.

But more tears poured as Roman shook Logan off, going to his boyfriend. Logan followed, not having much else to do. Patton had calmed down - thanks to Virgil - the slightest bit. He was still coughing up a bit of blood, and the unidentifiable black liquid from before, though. But he could actually breathe now without letting out another sob, so that's progress. Even if it's just a bit.

As soon as Patton realized that Roman was there, he crawled over to him, laying his head on his shoulder. Roman wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug, and a small kiss on the top of his head. Much to Logans and Virgils surprise, Patton broke down once again, leaning fully into Roman.

"Let it out, baby. Let it all out... It's okay..." Roman ran his fingers through Pattons soft but tangled hair, giving him small kisses. Patton sobbed so hard that it almost hurt more than the growing cracks. He just wanted to be okay.

Logan sat on the bed next to the others, making a small circle/triangle type group. He patted the sobbing boys back softly, trying his best to be comforting. Pattons eyes began to burn, more than tears ever could. He let out a small whimper, trying not to cry out in pain. He put a hand to his cheek, in which his tears were rolling down. Or well, he thought it was tears. But it was just the same black liquid as before.

Heartbreak...

What may be the end of Pattons whole life.

His actions being uncontrollable, he coughed hard, more liquid reddening his eyes as he sobbed.

"I-it...h-hurts..." He croaked out, curling in on himself as he shook.

"I know, Pat. Just keep breathing. It's okay. You're going to be okay." Virgil spoke, sliding into the hug. Logan decided to join the group hug, they all held Patton in their arms. Patton gave a sad, bloody, smile, enjoying the warmth around him. He coughed once again, more blood spilling out. None of the sides were bothered by the stains that soaked their clothes. But they were all bothered by the sight of Patton. It hurt each of them.

"I...I love you all.." Patton said much too clearly, pain contorting his face.

"Goodbye."

Heartbreak.

What had killed Patton that morning.

[And the artwork I promised in the warnings✨]

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I A THIRSTY INTERLUDE

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Bun Bun at 2:30 AM posting: This is 110% pornography. I wrote that when I was feeling extra thirsty over Tony and his Nano suit so yeah... A bit of choking a bit of mild suit bondage. Daddy kink 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 BDSM themes. Humor & porn. Has minimal correlation with the story and can be read as standalone smut-shot. Inspired by this NSFW tik tok audio (headphones!).

"OH MY GOD, NO! NO, NO, SHIT, FUCK, NO!"

"Princess, what's wrong?" Steve's worried voice rang high in the kitchen, followed by an alarming clattering of the dishes against the sink. "Are you hurt?" He didn't even remark on my use of profanity, which meant I'd startled the Captain for sure. He appeared in the doorway ready to fight, run; his eyes immediately drawn to his shield in the corner.

"Only what's left of my dignity," I sighed.

"Oh, okay," He visibly sagged, tension leaving his voice and his body. "What happened?"

I inhaled several times, feeling heat creep up my neck and blossom on my cheeks. It took a lot, and I mean A LOT, to make me feel embarrassed enough to fumble my words and palm my face but that was exactly what I did. "Well, umm... Tony found a couple of thirst tweets. Mine, from my sophomore year. And uh, retweeted them." I thought I'd cleaned up my social media quite well, actually. My fingers twitched remembering manually sorting through thousands of posts. Apparently, my fingers weren't clever enough.

Steve snorted, evidently having had someone tell him what a thirst tweet was. He, however, did not understand the sheer mortification that I would be subjected to at the hands of Tony. And my classmates. And Peter, oh my God. Natasha and Wanda too, probably. And Loki.

I. Was. Toast.

"How bad was it?" Bucky piped up, finally having dealt with the mini laughter fit.

"Not worse than what you two get up to in the gym when you think nobody is home," I immediately retorted in hopes of avoiding teasing from the metal-armed man. He would take the chance, of course, he would.

"Oof, I'm sorry, doll," Bucky whistled sympathetically. And promptly pulled out his phone, to, what I assumed, see the offending social media posts for himself. I assumed correctly. Bucky was bent over laughing in no time - was it my doing or did Tony's own commentary on them that made the whole situation so hilarious to the gramps on steroids?

"I will light you on fire," I seethed but remained where I was standing. There was no point in doing anything about them now. Screenshots were probably already being saved on everybody's devices.

Steve peeped over his boyfriend's shoulder, chuckling. "You had a crush on Tony? That's embarrassing, doll." He had the audacity to give me an innocent smile before returning to his dishwashing.

"Punk, I don't know if - and I quote: Not to be That Girl™ - it's trademarked, by the way - but Tony Stark could hit it and quit it and I wouldn't even be mad - qualifies as a crush." Bucky pointed out, the sound of his voice being drowned out by Steve's guffaws. "And this one definitely does not qualify for it to be a romantic setting. Listen: I'm not a fucking bottom, okay?.. there are seventeen question marks. But, like, can Tony Stark choke me in one of his Iron Man suits - nine more question marks." Bucky joined his partner's laughter, unable to continue.

I was literally on fire. My face burned, my hands shook. I had the strongest urge to stick my index fingers in my ears and loudly yell "la-la-la" until both fossils ceased to roast me like I was some sort of holiday brisket. "I hate you. I will burn... The heart... Out of you," I seethed.

"O-oh, honey bu-un, da-arling..." I heard Tony's sing-song voice happily calling for me. Too happily. Not good.

I had literal seconds to get myself scarce out of this situation. I'd already avoided the dozen text messages, two calls in hopes the engineer would drop the topic and go back to his Big Bad Science Project. I had underestimated his persistent desire to cause chaos and his terrible, no-good sense of humor.

It was fun and games when we teamed up to prank our friends. I just never expected for the tables to be turned this way, y'know? Betrayal of the highest quality. The turntables had been turned - decidedly NOT in my favor.

In a brief moment of panicked clarity, I opened one of the empty bottom cabinets in the kitchen. It took some uncomfortable folding and maneuvering but I got myself inside and pressed the door shut seconds before his footsteps made the distinctive noise of sneakers on tile.

"Capsicle, Terminator," I heard Tony greet the two laughing supersoldiers. "Have you seen my Princess?"

I melted a little bit at the way Tony called me his, I won't lie.

"Nope," Bucky lied shamelessly.

"She's in the empty cabinet," Steve chuckled at the same time. Top 10 anime betrayals, right there.

"Wow - and I thought we were friends," Tony scoffed, I assumed at Bucky. My body tensed and I prepared to dial-up my puppy eyes to eleven. My hiding spot was wack.

The door was roughly tossed open, my eyes landing on Tony's oil-stained jeans. He crouched down, his brown eyes positively sparkling. The engineer's body radiated smug mischief, fingers twitching in anticipation.

"Sorry, Princess is unavailable right now. May I take a message?" I said, pulling on the cabinet door and fully prepared to slam it shut in his face. I was NOT ready for any more mortification.

Tony's chuckle shook me to the core, louder and ten times more expressive in the cramped, dark space of my temporary lair. "Come on out, baby girl. I didn't peg you for a wallflower."

"Duly noted," I said warily, having been expecting for him to drag me out and carry me to his bedroom, caveman style. I had noticed that my dorky self revved up his gears faster than any stereotypical seductive shit. It was no secret, at least not for us 'vengers, that Tony was a huge dork himself but I guess it takes one to know one.

"So, my suits, huh?" He smirked after a brief moment and just like that, I Did Not Like Where This Was Going. The receding footsteps and quiet snickering only confirmed my suspicions. Tony's form blocked the opening of the cabinet, crowding me even further into the already cramped space.

"Um," I found myself pretty much speechless. Part of me was excited and yearning - of fucking course I was curious if Tony Stark, genius and former playboy, had found a way to incorporate his suits of armor into the bedroom. Daresay, it was the question of the decade, according to Cosmopolitan, GQ, and a whole lot of other large media outlets.

The more sensible part of me screamed shame for that, playing with an essentially massive, powerful destruction machine. Something meant to protect millions of people from bad guys and aliens. It seemed blasphemous to waste such an important thing on scratching a curious itch.

I blinked owlishly, squirming.

"Okay, out you go." Tony's patience had run out and he withdrew himself, promptly standing up.

I heard the tapping of his fingers as I ungracefully stumbled out. He was occupied with his tablet so I turned around to adjust myself and the things on the countertop I had accidentally jostled in my rush to preserve some dignity.

An arm snaked around my waist, cold and unyielding, brushing against my exposed midriff with metal fingertips. Goosebumps followed the touch as I shivered involuntarily, stuttering in my breathing. "Fuck." The sound came out as if it was punched out of my throat with force, breathy.

"What's your safeword?" Tony's neatly groomed beard scratched against my ear. His voice was heavy and his lips were moist.

"Banana," I blurted the first thing that came into my mind. My body was hot and yet, I froze in place. The sheer power that the man behind me contained demanded unyielding obedience. I had no choice but to comply.

"Friday, lock the door. Nobody but me, in and out." Tony growled, pulling my hips into his metal-covered form.

Were we really doing this in the communal kitchen? With Steve and Bucky probably fully aware of what exactly was going on in here? Tony seemed to have zero reservations about that; in fact, I was almost sure he'd orchestrated the whole thing somehow. Steve owed like a dozen favors to the engineer.

The thick of Tony's leg firmly wedged itself between my thighs, spreading them open just enough so I was forced to put a slight arch in my back to keep still, my ass and shoulders firmly pressing against his Iron Man suit. I felt the coldness of the metal through my clothes, heard the hum of the nanobots in my ears.

My blood responded, heartbeat pulsing in my ears in sync with the electrical currents supplying the man behind me with the immense physical power to match his mental one. "Shit," The sound of my voice was faint. His other arm began creeping up my side to my shoulders, making an unmistakable beeline for my neck.

Tony applied firm pressure on it, wrapping the gauntlet carefully - not restricting the airflow, just steering me as he wished. And apparently, he had some very strong ideas about my current predicament: "Got me right where you wanted me?" He asked, low and breathy.

As I attempted to make noise, his hand tightened on my throat. Eyelids involuntarily sliding closed, my lips shook with the force it took me to muster up enough oxygen to hum a sloppy. "Mhm..."

"Can't hear you, baby girl," His cheek rested against mine, scratchy and hot and smelling like iron and gasoline and Tony.

Another shaky breath, I attempted to force the words out - for some reason, Tony's presence commanded me to obey him like never before. I nearly shivered from the sheer aura of power surrounding my man and it was his cue to lessen the careful pressure on my throat - just enough for blood to rapidly rush to my ears, making the world even hazier. "Yeah, Tony," It didn't take me much time to give him the enthusiastic consent he was looking for.

"Uh-uh," Tony tutted cheerfully. His other arm snaked around my waist, dipping lower to play with the hem of my skirt. God bless me for wearing a skirt! The rough pads of his fingertips scratched against the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. "I think we're past first name basis, baby," The suit retracted, mostly. The nanotech allowed for different parts of it to cover Tony's body in odd places: I felt the gauntlets and the arm braces, as well as part of a chest plate, but waist down my man was wearing simple jeans and tee.

"Uh," My brain supplied unhelpfully, feeling the bulge pressing against my ass. "Daddy?"

"That's my girl," I was rewarded with a groan, so sinful and delicious, falling from his lips straight into my ear. The hand that had gone down south cupped the mound of my pussy with a tender gesture. "Or Iron Man's?" He teased, grinding into me from behind.

"Yours," I keened obediently, my body seeming to find it impossible to decide between rubbing myself on his hand and his cock. It was a hard choice - pun absolutely intended. I was long uncomfortable in my panties and Tony's clever digits surely felt it, yet he made no further moves. "Daddy," I tried to put how much I ached for him into words.

Tony hummed, placing his wet mouth on the juncture of my neck for a moment. His hot breath seared my skin. The curious fingers finally, finally, reached the apex of my thighs. "Fuckin' shit, baby, you're..." He didn't bother finishing the sentence, speaking with his actions instead, scissoring his fingers between my labia, running the knuckles over my clit.

Just to feel me pant and shiver. I was sensitive and so aroused it was nearly unbearable. Tony always made me feel some type of way and, once again, my man had outdone himself. There was no shame left in me as I shifted my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

"Please?" I asked him prettily, knowingly that one little word would get me everything I wanted. A hard fucking, a new dress, a car, or, Hell, my own private island. My eyes were pretty when I begged, he had said. I would move the world for you, he had meant.

"Baby," The whisper was rushed as Tony turned me around and claimed my lips, hoisting my ass onto the marble countertop of the common kitchens. My legs wrapped around his hips, seeking the warmth and relief of his skin on mine. I wanted him inside of me, inconvenient location and two layers of clothing be damned. I wanted to bury myself in him until either of us couldn't tell who started and ended where.

"Daddy," I whispered into the thin line of his mouth, conveying my all-consuming need in a single word.

My skirt was hiked up in a second, the gauntlets of his suit still on his hands tearing my pants in a single clean motion. Eagerly, I scooted forward to pop the button on his jeans; grateful for the fact more often than not, Tony choose to forgo the belt whatsoever when working in the lab. Today was my lucky day.

His cock, red and thick and hard enough to pound nails with, weighed my hand down for barely a second beforehand Tony's gauntlets closed around both of my wrists, securing them to my chest. His other arm swiftly wrapped around me, pulling me close to him, as close as we could be together without sharing a single body. The blunt tip of his manhood stood at my entrance - not just teasing it but seeking permission.

One keen that seemed to come from deep insight my chest and I felt Tony's breath hitch as our sensitive flesh met; he filled me up at least as superbly as I hugged him. We shared a moan and a breath, just feeling each other, feeling the moment.

We were short on patience. Tony's hand slid onto the small of my back, urging our hips to meet each other, setting a punishing pace from the very start.

"Fuck, Daddy, oh God," I panted. I wasn't used to getting things started with so little prep.

"Baby," Tony rumbled, trying for stern, having it come out as breathless as I felt. "Shit, so fuckin' tight," His words garbled.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud, perhaps, loud enough for certain enhanced folk to hear should they happen to pass the kitchen doors - and if that didn't make my insides clench in the most delectable ways.

Tony grunted in response, a lewd noise adding to the cacophony. "Gonna come?" His teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling it slightly. "For Daddy?" He asked, all traces of his usual cockiness gone, as he pulled away slightly to stare right in my wide eyes with his baby doe browns, equally blown with lust and longing.

Neither of us would last. "Yes, fuck, Daddy, please," I begged.

His hips angled just right, Tony continued mercilessly railing me, holding up my weak body between his arms. I felt the cold metal of the gauntlets through my shirt. The shivers ran across my skin in heaps, like busy little ants.

"Come for Daddy," Tony ordered, yanking me closer to hit that sweet spot deep inside of me. I couldn't resist the command, feeling the waves build up with every brutal stroke, clenching, muffling the screaming of my release in the crook of his neck, relishing in the growl that left his lips as he followed me, releasing my arms and folding his torso over mine. "Fuck," Was the only coherent word that left Tony's mouth, his seed creating a sticky mess between our legs.

"Yeah," I moaned, unwilling to part from him. It was intense. My world was spinning on its axis and my Tony was the center of it. He said something again, something soft and quiet, and my only concern was to rub my nose on his pulse point, to savor and remember the smell of our shared pleasure.

"Baby..." Tony sounded... Concerned. He withdrew slowly, frowning at my sleepy state. His frown only intensified when I absentmindedly rubbed my wrists - there were bound to be some marks left from the force of his grip. It was hot and it was... A surefire way to tell the suits weren't really adapted for bedroom games. Kitchen games.

"Daddy," I mumbled, sounding sad and pathetic to my own ears. I kind of wanted to cuddle and watch a movie but it seemed weird asking that from Tony since we've done crazier things and I had never felt like this, never got this greedy.

"Oh, baby, c'mere," He had come to some sort of conclusion. After re-doing his pants and picking up the scraps of fabric that used to be my panties, his arms made a comfortable nest. I was picked up without any troubles; the gauntlets had disappeared, too, into the thin golden bracelets around his wrists. I allowed myself to play with them, the shiny colors doing a good job of distracting me all throughout the brisk walk through the main living room and the swift elevator ride.

Tony's bed was messy, unmade and smelled like us - just the way I had left it that morning. Tony's hands were gentle as he stripped me and then swiftly chucked his own clothes.

"Watcha' doin'?" I asked as he wrapped his body around mine.

"Shh, we'll talk later," He murmured, looking slightly dazed himself. "Friday, put Stardust on the TV. 25% volume," As soon as the command was spoken, one of my comfort movies began playing on the large screen. Tony's hand kept stroking my hair and I didn't resist the temptation to close my eyes, settling into a peaceful lull atop the glowing white-blue of Tony's arc reactor.

My favorite color in the world, to be honest. It felt like I'd slept for ages when I opened my eyes to see the color again. "Um, hi," I supplied meekly, feeling way out of my depths from my own strange behavior.

"Mornin', Princess," Tony seemed joyful, the bags under his eyes a little less prominent than before.

I made moves to get out of the bed but he wrapped an arm around me, tugging me closer. "What do you know about sub drop?" He questioned me, in response to my vaguely confused noises.

That's what it was?!

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One-Shot

This one-shot is my entry for @jtargaryen18 's super spooky Haunted House writing challenge! The prompt was - A celebrity haunted house for charity will be open one night only, Halloween night. You spent days trying to get a ticket online for the event. Thanks to a bad day on Halloween, you get there only a minute before the line closes. You’re the last person to go in and thinking that’s either really bad (everyone is tired or would be in a hurry to see you out) or really good (maybe you’d get some extra time with the one you came to see). You are never seen again.

I had extremely fun writing this story with Mr Freezy! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy it! Please click here to check out all the other wonderful entries!

Description: Villain!Reader meets Mr Freezy aka Robert Pronge and, let's just say they don't get along well.

Warnings: Torture, mentions of murder, non-consensual acts of sex, abusive language, dark theme. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

Word count: 4300~

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You looked at the pale, lifeless face of a certain Mr Patterson. Skin shriveled up, eyes gouged out, side of the face smashed in and the mouth permanently set in a horrified expression, Mr Patterson laid on the table in front of you as his widow sobbed beside him.

"I-I can't ev-even look-k at hi-him," she croaked between her tears, "My sweet-sweetheart, who-o would d-do this-ss to yo-you?" she wondered rhetorically as she completely broke down in the arms of her daughter, a woman of closely your age.

The daughter couldn't bear to look at her deceased father as she consoled her other parent. She looked at you with sadness, "Can you, maybe, make him look, a little, a bit, presentable?" she inquired quietly, "It's not going to be an open casket funeral. But we, we just want him to, you know, look a little…like slightly, better."

You almost laughed at her face on the request, but years of working at a funeral home as a makeup artist to the dead had trained you not to gawk any client's requests.

You successfully suppressed your laughter, and instead donned a sincere expression, "I will surely try my best ma'am. I am sorry for your loss, please accept my condolences."

As the mother-daughter duo left the room, you turned to face Mr Patterson. "Condolences my ass," you muttered as you spat at his face. It was ironic how the majority of your victims found their way to the funeral home where you worked. Take Mr Patterson here for example, not less than 48 hours ago he was begging you to spare his life, and now, here he was, laid out in front of you, lifeless.

You considered him for a moment, then decided against wasting your good makeup on this pervert bastard. Or maybe he might have been innocent? Who cared, he was dead now. Maybe he was truly looking at the Halloween decorations hung around the house behind you that night, or maybe he was just ogling at you. It was dark so you couldn't get a good look. But hey, you had a suspicion that he was checking you out, so you obviously had to teach him a lesson!

You still remembered killing your first victim. It had been your piano instructor. That lecherous pedophile had forcibly pulled you down on his lap, stating that sitting on him will make you a better pianist. You had grabbed the nearest glass vase and brought it down multiple times on his head, until the carpet beneath was red and his screams were all but an echo in the living room of your parent's house.

Since then, murder had become an activity from which you rarely partook in, then turned in to a pastime, a hobby, a passion and now finally, it was as natural and as necessary as breathing for you.

It didn't matter whom you killed anymore. Whether it was an old man looking at his neighbor's Halloween decorations, a dull attendant at the supermarket, an enthusiastic door-to-door salesman, a college student listening to irritating music on their headphone, or an incessant toddler crying for attention in the store, you didn't care. Anybody who irritated you, or pushed your buttons in the wrong way, or just, was at the same place at the same time with you doing something you disapproved of in your mind, you made sure to dispose of them.

The world had enough idiots, you didn't need any more of them around you.

You quickly wound up your work and left. Halloween was tomorrow and you had to make a quick stop to a local celebrity haunted house that you hoped had already been set up. It was being organized by an NGO for some God knows what charity and the tickets had proven to be difficult to procure. So you had just decided to break into the establishment a night prior.

Unfortunately, the exhibit was still being set up when you reached the venue and so, you decided to try again tomorrow night.

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"OMG I can't wait to see him!" the teenagers standing in the line for the exhibit squealed as you watched them from the shadows. You looked at them with disgust, open contempt. Bloody fucking teenagers, you thought as you regarded their extreme enthusiasm. Clad in rhinestone studded clothes which sparkled under the streetlight, all the teenagers were busy on their iPhones. You rolled your eyes as each girl went live on either Instagram, Snapchat, Tik Tok or God knows what app. Fortunately, they were the last group to be admitted inside the exhibit, and if you could just time everything right, then you could maybe pull this off.

Gingerly, you approached the one who was facing away from the group, her front camera facing her with the entrance of the exhibit behind her. You cleared your throat, "Hi, um, excuse me, could you please help me?"

The teenager looked at you and flashed a wide smile, "Sure what's up?"

You smiled in relief, this would be easy, "I think my car keys fell somewhere back there, and my phone died so I can't really find them. Will you please come with me? I could use your phone's flashlight."

"Oh sure absolutely! Hey guys," the teenager called her friends, "Let's go and help her find her car keys."

"Oh no no no that's not necessary," you said urgently as her other friends grinned kindly at you, "I really just need one person. You guys stay here and hold your position in the line. We will be back in a few minutes."

"Are you sure?"' inquired another girl from the group.

"Yes yes," you smiled back in a reassuring manner.

The teenager who came with you - Ashley - looked at the grass and sidewalk at your request. If you hadn't want to enter the haunted house so much, then you would have considered sparing poor Ashley's life. Meh, you thought as you slowly crept up behind her, life wasn't always fair.

"Hey Ashley, please look under this car. I think it might have gone underneath it," you requested with a sincere expression.

She nodded as she got on all her fours, "It's not here."

"Try inhaling a big whiff of air. The keychain has a strawberry scented air freshener on it. Maybe you could smell it?" you suggested, knowing full well that the cyanide sprinkled under the car by you would instantly kill Ashley.

Your plan worked almost too well. As she painfully writhed on the floor gasping for air, you took her smartphone, hid her hideous rhinestone phone cover in your pocket and headed towards the exhibit.

Ashley's friends were waiting for her at the entrance when you reached. You told them that she was on a call with someone and would join them soon. While they still waited for her, you showed the guard the e-pass on Ashley's phone and entered the haunted house.

You were thrilled at seeing your most favorite characters almost alive in front of you! The animated wax statues bore close resemblance to their movie counterparts. Whether it was the Ghostface from Scream, the creepy Annabelle doll, the weird guy in the hockey mask, the Nun, Pennywise the Clown or the long-haired lady from The Ring, they all looked truly horrifying and you were loving it!

As you ventured further, you were surprised to see Chris Evans' character Mr Freezy or Robert Pronge. The movie wasn't exactly popular, but you figured they had maybe included this character now that Evans was all the rage thanks to the uptight stick-in-the-ass Captain America character.

Mr Freezy was standing besides his ice-cream truck, inviting you to enter it in repetitive robotic movements. His face with his signature long hair and glasses smiled at you vacantly as you looked on.

You vaguely remembered watching this movie, hell, you had even copied the cyanide idea from Mr Freezy himself! Just when you squinted your eyes, hoping to remember more parts from the movie, you heard noises behind you.

"She came inside, Officer," said a voice that sounded like one of the girls from the group. Shit! They must have discovered Ashley! you panicked as you looked for a way out. The door ahead of you had been mechanically locked shut, and the voices behind you were growing louder by the minute. The bright lights flickered on and the animations of the objects around you completely stopped.

Except for Mr Freezy.

His movements increasingly sped up and his eyes grew wider. At first, you thought it might be a malfunction, but you were shocked when he whispered your name, "Enter the truck to escape. NOW!"

As if on auto-pilot, you opened the door and hurriedly stepped in. The dry ice engulfed you, the voices lessening in volume behind you. A moment later, the entire truck shook violently, causing you to blindly hold on to the sides and yelp in surprise.

Suddenly, someone pressed the brakes and you lurched forward. The dry ice cleared inside the van as you stumbled towards the driver's seat. You heard someone close the door and walk towards the back of the truck. A moment later, the backdoors of the van were opened by none other than Mr Freezy himself.

Your jaw dropped to the floor and he mirrored your expression, the pair of you taking in each other's appearances.

Your modern 21st century clothes were completely out of place in the 1960s America that was home to Robert Pronge. His blue eyes from behind his long curtain of hair seized you up as he recovered from shock.

"Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my van?" he broke the foreboding silence.

You cocked your head to the side, your brain unable to comprehend the reality of the situation. Did you just appear on a movie set? What sort of time-space travel bullshit was this?

"ANSWER ME YOU CUNT," Mr Freezy's voice was loud enough to break you from your reverie, but the strong, tall, well-built man hardly intimidated you.

Instead of cowering as he expected you to, you raised your eyebrow, "So you are one of those method actors huh? Sorry I appeared on your set unannounced Mr Captain Evans," you said with spite as you walked towards him and crouched down to be at his eye level, "I will be on my fucking way now."

"Mr Capta-what? Who the fuck sent you? How did you come inside my van when I locked it? You weren't in there when I left Atlantic Avenue. What the fuc-"

You punched him in the face before he could finish his sentence. Though you liked his deep, smooth voice, his incessant cursing and hostility had started to get under your skin.

As he stumbled backwards from the force of your punch, you looked around him and noticed the absolute absence of large lights, cameras, large crew and any kind of set whatsoever.

You jumped from the van and looked at Chris Evans again as you landed on your feet. He looked exactly like his character in the movie. But something didn't feel right. That's when you heard the small click of his revolver.

Before he could aim it at you, you hit his right palm that held the firearm and twisted it, effectively breaking it in the process. He screamed in pain and tried to move away from you, but you weren't done yet.

Pulling him towards you, your knee brutally met with his pelvis and you punched the air out from his stomach. He doubled down with pain, his eyes watering as he tried to regain balance. But one swift blow to the back of his head turned his world dark.

You were panting when Mr Freezy finally lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground. You looked around again. The streets were isolated and there were barely any houses lined on the sidewalk.

You felt around your pockets for your belongings, but found them empty. You waited around for a few minutes, hoping to get some sense of clarity for your situation as Mr Freezy drooled on the street.

Finally, you resigned and hauled his heavy ass back into the van in the passenger's seat. Desperate for some sort of explanation, you put your hands inside his pants' pockets. You were rewarded with his wallet, some keys and a bunched up paper with an address roughly scribbled on it.

The year on the license was 1963 and the city stated was Jersey City of New Jersey.

Just as you secured his unconscious body with the seatbelt, you took a close look at his face. Despite the creepy hair, he did look handsome. Afterall, it was Chris Evans! Or some sort of alternate-universe-reincarnation-asshole version of his. His soft plump lips looked a bit dirty, so you looked down at his crotch. The pants had riddled up when you had placed him on his seat, giving you a clear outline of his dick.

And my was it a sight!

His thick member was struggling against the uncomfortable position of the pants. The rotund rod was anything but flaccid. You squeezed and rubbed your palm over the semi-hard member, cherishing the disgruntled noises that escaped his lips.

After about 5 minutes, you decided to drive his van back towards the line of houses. You guessed you were at the outskirts of the city and right now, you needed to find how to blend in with the people.

Soon enough, you were deep within the city and found a dress shop. All the signs on the shops which you passed seemed to fit the 1960s, thus leaving no doubt that you had actually time traveled into the past, that too in a completely different timeline.

You considered breaking into the shop and stealing a few clothes, but then decided against it. You were absolutely against stealing. It was probably the only crime you couldn't excuse.

The only time you hadn't paid for your stuff was when you wanted to buy a yellow dress. The lady shopkeeper with kind eyes had told you that the colour purple suited you better than yellow, and insisted that you buy the same. Later that night, you had calmly walked over the old woman's dead body and grabbed the yellow dress that you had loved.

You looked at the dresses in the shop window and decided to come back tomorrow. That's when you noticed the sign "WHITES ONLY".

You went back to the van and grabbed the revolver. Three suppressed shots from the silenced gun destroyed the sign, the wreckage of which witnessed you breaking into the shop and literally stealing everything that was on the premises.

Two. There were two crimes you wouldn't excuse.

You turned the van around and headed back towards the outskirts of the city. It was almost morning by the time you reached the address that you had found scribbled in Mr Freezy's pocket. It seemed to be some kind of a cold storage facility in a dilapidated building.

As you managed to make your way to the second floor with his limp, but still heavy, body, you remembered seeing a similar storage facility in the movie where Mr Freezy stored the dead bodies of his victims.

Your suspicions were proven correct when you picked the lock and entered the room. You found the tub where he cut the bodies of his victims and the chains he used to tie their bodies with.

As you ventured further, you found the dead body of the girl who had been force-fed pufferfish. That you remembered well, because you had tried to buy one but couldn't get your hands on the costly bugger fish.

Looking around, your eyes fell on the chains again and an idea popped into your head.

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Robert Pronge woke up to find himself naked, spread eagle on his table, hands and legs wide apart, tied to the table with secured chains. The worst part? Large chunks of ice were wrapped around his palms and feet, rendering them numb. Waves of painful, frostbiting cold passed through his body. Hardly any sounds escaped his gagged mouth as he feebly tried to recollect what had happened last night.

He vaguely remembered you, a strangely dressed woman who had suddenly appeared in his van and knocked him unconscious.

He tried to look around him, a painful but necessary moment, and he realised he was in his own facility.

After what seemed like a few hours, he heard the door open and the clickety-clack of a woman's heels came near him.

Still shuddering with cold, he looked at you with his hooded eyes, the blue irises filled with hatred.

You chuckled at him. This was going to be fun. "Good morning Robert. Or should I call you Mr Freezy? Do you have a preference?" you cheerfully asked him as he kept staring at you.

You were wearing a yellow dress with white polka-dots, and a small artificial bouffant completed your look. Basically, you were dressed like any other cunt in 1963.

"Oh silly me," you scoffed at yourself, "I forgot about the gag."

A slew of profanities escaped his plump lips as you removed the gag, "You fucking whore! Untie me right now you bitch. Who the fuck do you-aaarrgghhh!" He shut up mid-rant when you slapped his cold naked dick.

"I will not tolerate any bad language. Let's take it from the top, shall we?" you reprimanded him and gave him your name.

He tried to spit at you but failed, his body dehydrated with the cold.

"You have no idea who you have messed with bitch. When my friends find out-"

"Friends?" you asked him, feigning surprise, "I thought you worked alone. Or has Mr Freezy gone all softy for The Iceman?"

Watching Robert gulp in anticipation gave you immense satisfaction. You went away from him, the dull clang of the metal chains filled the air as you heaved and huffed. Finally, he heard you crank the lever and the metal rattled as something huge was hung upside down on the metal hook.

Richard's dull, muted musk reached his nostrils before his dead body came into view. His feet were secured on the hook while his lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. His arms waved around a bit before the metal conveyor belt was brought to a stop.

"See? Richard found you," you claimed excitedly as Richard Kuklinski or The Iceman's body slowly turned above Mr Freezy.

Robert went still. Too still. A different chill had now consumed his body, his heart. He recognised the ugly emotion. He was scared. Terrified. It had been a long time since he had felt this horrible emotion but now, he lay motionless consumed by it.

His desperation grew when he heard you hum lightly, "You don't own me, I am just not one of your many toys". He had to get away from this place, from you.

As soon as he saw you disappear inside the freezer storage, he started struggling against his bonds once again. But the chains did anything but budge. "Now now, that is no way to thank me for making sure you meet your friend,* you scolded him, returning with a heavy block of ice.

"Let me tell you-UGH," you irritably shoved aside Richard's limp body as you came to stand beside Mr Freezy's horizontal torso. "Let me tell you how this is going to work. I want the names and addresses of those dusty, old, poor excuses for flour sacks 'Mafia Bosses' who apparently rule this city," you emphasized with air quotes.

Mr Freezy regarded you carefully. He knew by now that you were dangerous, but even he had his doubts that you would be able to destroy the mafia families in New Jersey. "Rot in hell bitch," he managed to spit weakly.

You rolled your eyes, "Men. Why do they always have to be difficult?" you muttered as you placed the heavy block of ice on his chiseled abs, and he immediately started writhing with the cold. "What did I tell you about your language? Tut-tut, looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson."

And with that, you made your right hand travel down his stomach and towards his thick naked member. Upon the contact, Mr Freezy tried to still his body, but the unbearably cold chunk currently resting on top of him made it impossible for him to stop moving.

You played with the hair surrounding his trunk, twisting and pulling almost teasingly, your eyes searching for his, but unfortunately, Richard's body hung between the two of you, blocking the view. So Mr Freezy couldn't see you and you couldn't see him. But who said there was romance in maintaining eye contact?

You gently wrapped your fingers around his length, making him gasp. "Someone likes this huh?" you cooed as you sped up your gestures, his length soon hardening under your touch.

"St-stop," his command was almost a moan.

You laughed at him, at his pathetic state and at his measly little request, "I don't think you want me to," you teased him as his member was almost erect now. You increased the speed of your strokes, your hands applying more pressure to thick rod that was now bulging with veins.

His hips and thighs tightened, indicating that he was close to the finishing line. But you were not done with him. Not yet.

You completely stopped your ministrations and lifted your hand. A small groan escaped his mouth before Mr Freezy caught himself.

"N-now you lis-listen to me you bit-AARRGGHH" he tried to speak between his pants, but shrieked when you roughly slammed an ice cube against his penis.

"What did I tell you about the swearing?" you chided him as you pressed the ice cube further to his length and balls.

Mr Freezy started fighting his bonds again, and frankly speaking, his refusal to accept his fate had started to get on your nerves in a bad way. You decided to keep the chunk of ice between his legs and grab some early lunch.

You returned in about 2 hours, just to find him in the same position as you had left him. The only difference was that all the ice had now melted. Oh, and there were huge, deep, red cuts on his wrists and ankles, probably due to all the fidgeting.

He was still slightly shivering though. Eh, it wasn't your problem anyway.

"Let's try again shall we?" you asked him as you got a fresh chunk of ice from the freezer. Richard's body was still hanging exactly where you had left it when you reached for Mr Freezy's lollipop again.

He tried to shake his hips, his length dancing along with his movements, as if to discourage you. "No," he muttered through gritted teeth, "No. Stay where you are. Don't you dare don't you fucking da-"

He shut up as soon as you started stroking him again. "We need to do something about your swearing Mr Freezy. Is that the language you use when you talk to kids? Huh? Looks like I will have to teach you some manners."

He soon started feeling the knot in his stomach, ready to unwind at any second, but you stopped. Completely. Again.

Even though he was mentally prepared for the cold hard ice to be rubbed against his genitals, his body wasn't.

This continued for 4 times more before he gave up. As you tried reaching for him for the sixth time, he almost pleaded with you, "I will give you their names, addresses, fucking every detail you would want about the mob bosses. Just let me go."

You laughed at his admission. He nearly jumped out of his skin as your sickeningly sweet laughter filled the isolated room. "Do you really think it's about that now?" you asked him, am incredulous expression on your face, "Ooooh Mr Freezy. I can get that information from anyone! Sure it would be convenient if I got it from you. But that's not what all this is about."

"Wh-why?" he asked, as if he already knew the answer and was terrified by it.

"Because I like breaking strong men," you replied with a pleasant, innocent grin. "Now, let's get back to work. Hhmm?"

"No no wait. I can. No. I will give you whatever you want. You want me to kill for you? I will-"

"Do you think I need a handy boy?" you interrupted him. "You want to give me something? Fine. Then stop swearing!"

He nodded eagerly, "Done. Not a single bad word. I will stay quiet. I promise. Just let me go."

You regarded him carefully, "No," you shook your head, "I don't think you have learned your lesson yet," you claimed decisively as you headed towards his legs.

With what bare minimum strength that was left in him, he shook his body again, hoping to get away from you. "Stop touching me! Stop!"

"It's funny that your mouth says stop," you grabbed his member again, "but your dick says the complete opposite." You bent down to kick a wet stripe from his balls to the tip of his mushroom, giving it a gentle suck as you reached the tip.

Mr Freezy's breath hitched in his throat. While he felt filthy and dirty everytime you touched him, the organ between his legs was aching for your attention. A tear escaped his eye as he realised this was probably the end of his life, that he might never see his son again.

As you set to work on him again, the part of his mind which had refused to accept his fate, slowly started succumbing to your sinful torture. His rebellious spirit was only left with one thought now. To be afraid. Very afraid. Of you.

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[cherryeol04]

It’s a Phantom!

Pairing: Changbin x Aiden x Felix

Genre: humor, romance, gaming, horror?cause it’s a horror game they’re playing.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s notes: please don’t mind any mistakes that you find. I didn’t bother to edit or beta read. We die like the phasmophobia characters!

The light of the flashlight barely illuminated anything in front of him and suddenly Aiden really wished that he had listened to Jisung when he said to buy the strong flashlight. But in his defense, how was he supposed to know the high school was going be so fucking dark?! Unlike his other friends, this was his first time playing Phasmophobia. As the fresh meat that he was, Jisung and Felix had a great time terrorizing the shit out of him on the first two runs  - granted Aiden fed right into their antics despite Changbin telling him not to.  He had to give them credit though, for the first two introductory rounds, they let Aiden be server room leader and pick two amateur runs to go through - the Grafton Farmhouse and Tanglewood Street house and luckily for them, the two ghosts they encountered were the Shade and the Poltergeist. Not as dangerous as the other ghosts in the game, but certainly just as scary to hunt. Still, they had countless times tried to get him killed by telling him to do things that he shouldn't do - like  call out the ghost's name repeatedly , or when the ghost was hunting, to run straight at it with a crucifix because that was definitely going to get it to go away. Definitely. So at the mention of a strong flashlight that would give off better lighting, he wasn't ready to believe them at all.

He regretted it now.

"I hate this."

"I told you to buy a strong flashlight." Jisung's smug remark wasn't needed and it only served to make Aiden slightly more grouchy  than he was currently.  "If you would have just listened-"

"In his defense,  you guys have been complete dicks to him since the start." Changbin spoke, so close to Aiden that he jerked his character forward as he jumped in his chair at the sudden noise.

"Holy fuck! Binnie you scared the shit out of me!" he whined, closing his eyes as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. They had only just begun the round and he was already on edge. He was sure it had everything to do with the fact that once he entered the house, the noises changed from a calm, quiet night with crickets chirping to an almost dead silence filled with white noise. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry babe." Changbin chuckled and Aiden was pretty sure the other wasn't sorry at all. Humming,  Aiden gathered what little courage he had continued on. He could vaguely hear Jisung shouting down the hall on the right side and Felix was absolutely silent which Aiden could only assume meant that he was farther away than Jisung. With the school being so big, they had agreed to split up into groups so they could cover as much ground in the five minute grace period that they had on the amateur level. Felix and Jisung went right and he and Changbin were going left.

"Found the stairs. I'm going up."  The crackle of the walkie talkie was so jarring that Aiden jumped in his chair once more, letting out a shout of fear. He quickly looked behind him, eyes locked on his bedroom door. When it didn't open, he figured he hadn't disturbed his parents, thankfully, and turned back to his computer screen.

"I really hate this game." he whined out.

"Oh stop, it's not even that scary." Aiden had to remind himself that Jisung was one of his closet friends and that he really did love him. "We're just wandering in a big, dark, abandoned high school, hunting for some spooks."

"Okay, and how is that not scary?"

"Because we have that five minute-" The walkie talkie started crackling as Aiden's flashlight began flashing.

"Oh no, no no no no." Aiden was in near tears as he spun in a circle a few times, bumping into walls before finally finding a closed classroom door.  As he was  going to open the door, he could hear the heavy thud of footsteps coming his way, spiking the fear coursing through him. Aiden struggled, fingers fumbling over the keys to try and get the stupid door open and of course it had to be a pull and not a push.

"Open you stupid fucking door!" Aiden whispered shouted, mostly so his parents couldn't hear him screaming in terror like a little girl, but that was all for naught as his character's heartbeat picked up it's pace. With a hard yank of his mouse, Aiden managed to get the door open just as  what he could only describe as "the grudge" groan filled his ears and decaying hands appeared across his screen. He screamed, tumbling out of his chair and yanking his headphones right off his head.

"Aiden?" his father shouted from downstairs and embarrassment washed over him.

"I'm fine dad!" Groaning, Aiden climbed back to his feet and sat down in his chair. He grabbed his headphones and placed them back on, only to be greeted with the sounds of hysterical laughter.

"He fucking died dude! I can't believe it! That's ghosts 3, Aiden 0!" Jisung sounded way to happy about his death, and Aiden huffed in annoyance. It's not his fault he kept dying all the time. He wasn't a pro player like the other three. This was only his third round and he was still learning how play and what all the little noises and events mean. Besides, it was extremely hard to hide when fear was crippling his fingers and making him unable to open a simple door.

"Calm down Jisung and cut him some slack. He's never played this game before." Changbin spoke, his character appearing on the screen, looming over Aiden's body. "Aw Felix, our baby. Died at the hands of Barbra." Aiden couldn't help by frown at that. It sounded like Changbin was mocking him in a way, and he didn't like that. Changbin had been his only ally against his other boyfriend and Jisung.  And if Aiden didn't think that Changbin wasn't mocking him before, he certainly did when other started crouching over his body and basically T-bagging him. "At least we know what the room is now."  Changbin moved away from his body and made his way back to the room the ghost had crawled out of, Aiden following behind him within he ghost realm.

"We got freezing temps and EMF 5."

Taking out his journal, Aiden added the two pieces of evidence and scrolled through the selection of ghosts they could possibly have.

"Phantom or Banshee." Felix's voice came over the radio and Aiden could only nod in agreement. He really hated the fact that he could no longer communicate with the other three now that he was dead. It really did surprise him that it was only a phantom or banshee. With how quickly he died, he was sure it was a demon or maybe a yurei. In hindsight, it was pretty stupid to die early, but he had been stupid when trying to hide.

"Who has the camera?" Changbin asked as he walked in a circle a few times in the classroom before walking back out.

"I do. What room is it?" Jisung asked.

"First floor, left side, last room by the exit."

"Oh he found the exit ghost. And still couldn't escape." Jisung teased as Aiden frowned. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it to bring up his messages with Jisung and sent him emoji of the face with steam coming out of it's nose. It was only a few seconds later when Jisung's laughter rang out through the walkie talkie. "He sent me the fuming emoji! I love you too Aiden! Stop sucking at the game."

"Can we just get in and get out so we can get Aiden back please?" Changbin huffed. There were giggles of agreement, but Aiden really didn't care. He was happy that Changbin was standing up for him, in a sense. He could hug and kiss him if the other was there.

Sadly, he was not. The rest of the round went by pretty quickly, and Aiden zoned out for most of it unless the ghost was hunting. Then he was walking up and down the halls, following it as it chased the others into hiding. The last evidence they obtained was ghost orbs and it turned out he was killed by a phantom.  Stupid phantom Barbra.  Loading back in the lobby, Aiden was quick to press 'V' so he could go on his tirade.

"You know, I don't very much appreciate you laughing at me, Sungie." he growled out.

"Aw, I'm sorry chicken nugget, but it was funny. You died so quickly." Jisung snickered as he walked over and crouched up and down a few times in front of him.

"I hate you.  We're over." Aiden huffed and turned away, tilting his character to look up.

"No!!! Aiden, don't leave me. I thought what we had was special!"

Aiden couldn't help but giggle at that, shaking his head both in the game and in real life. Jisung really was a silly person and probably one of his favorite friends.

"So Felix, since when has our boyfriend been dating Jisung?" Changbin asked and Aiden could hear the half pout-half smirk in his voice. He was pretty sure Changbin was amused by their little bit, but at the same time either confused or upset? He wasn't sure which it was.

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend. I'm only dating you."

Aiden was quick to turn his character, gasping out into his microphone. "What?! No Lixie! Don't be like that, you know I love you!" It was disgustingly cute with how high Aiden made his voice during that statement, followed up by kissing noises. "I'm sorry."

"That's so gross. I'm gonna puke." Jisung muttered as he walked away from group. If Aiden could, he probably would have flicked the other off in game, but as it was, he couldn't. He would make a note to flick Jisung off the next time he saw him though, as an IOU.

"I think I just uwued all over the place." Felix laughed, his character moving closer to Aiden's and loud kissing noises nearly blew out Aiden's ears.

"Oh my god, Felix! My ears!" It was a simultaneous shout from the three other people, and all they received in return was Felix's airy laughter that warmed Aiden's heart. "Alright, let's ready up for the next mission. We're going to the asylum baby!" Aiden could only groan in annoyance, because of course that's where they would be going. Despite loving Felix, sometimes he really hated him.

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[lilithsgayadoptednephew]

Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!   Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

Master List

Chapter 9

The transition to the Devildom was easy seeing as they already lived there. Now they were preparing to never leave. The house of Lamentation was marked as their permanent address, they were enrolled in RAD indefinitely, and the brothers were more than happy to have them.

It was nice, for the first time in years they didn't have to scrounge and save and pool their money just to afford to live another month. Acacia took up the things she had to quit on Earth. She did theatre, played the violin, joined the anime club and the D&D club. She was thriving and MC couldn't be more thrilled.

MC was especially relieved by the new living arrangement. They'd started so many projects they couldn't finish because they were so busy trying to make enough money for groceries. Now they could go back to school full-time, they could have a social life and have time to spend alone on their passion projects. They could just live in the knowledge that Acacia was flourishing and everything was going to be ok. Like finally coming to land after years at sea, the relief was euphoric.

Although there was never truly peace in the house full of rambunctious devil-boys, peaceful was the only way to describe the routine they all fell into.

It was an equally peaceful night when MC was taking their nightly walk through the halls of the house of Lamentation. They valued the time they had alone to think, to reflect. And it was during this time that the most peculiar of sounds came to them. A soft singing on the very edge of their consciousness.

Walk to me

Walk to me

Then it was gone.

The next night as they walked they heard it again.

Walk to me

Walk to me

Walk to me paidí

Walk to me"

And that was it.

On the third night…

Walk to me

Walk to me

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

Walk to me paidí

Walk to me now

They found themself taking an unusual route, one they'd never taken before.

Walk to me

Walk to me

Walk to me

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

Walk to me

Walk to me

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

Closer tóra

Walk to me paidí

Closer tóra

Walk to me now

They dug their heels into the carpet of the hallway to stop themself from following any further. Through their head flashed memories of a mysterious voice calling out for them in the night. A voice begging for help, begging them to follow.

And the same voice laughing as they gasped their final breaths.

They stopped taking walks after that.

For a few weeks this helped, they didn't hear the voice if they went to bed early enough, and they could live their life as usual. Acacia had no idea what it could mean and suggested they see an otolaryngologist.

Unfortunately the voice was persistent. It found its way through the halls and through the door to MC's room. Seeping through the cracks in the walls to reach their ears and drive them mad.

Walk to me

Walk to me

Walk to me

Walk to me!

zitíste tin klironomiá sas!

Walk to me!!

Walk to me!!

It grew louder, unbearably so.

zitíste tin klironomiá sas!!

Closer tóra!!

Walk to me paidí!!

Closer tóra!!

Walk to me now!!

WALK TO ME NOW!!

They tried earplugs and headphones and pillows but the voice permeated their skull and bounced around in their head.

ZITÍSTE TIN KLIRONOMIÁ SAS!!

CLOSER TÓRA!!!

WALK TO ME PAIDÍ!!

CLOSER TÓRA!!!

WALK TO ME NOW!!

Inescapable was it's echo.

They ran through the halls as it continued its relentless assault.

WALK TO ME PAIDÍ!!

"What?! What do you want?!" They shouted at the sky, "I won't follow you! I won't be tricked again! Leave me alone!!" They cried desperately, hands squeezing the sides of their head. It felt like it might crack open at any moment from the inescapable sound.

"MC…? Are you ok?"

Beelzebub looked over the mountain of midnight snacks he was carrying to see a frightened and panting MC. His question had dampened the noise for now, but how long?

"No...I don't think I am. Beel I'm hearing voices." They admitted.

In a flash he downed the snacks and approached the frazzled human.

"Voices? Like...in your head?" He asked.

"Yeah, just like back when I used to hear Belphie. Only this voice is singing...and it's just so loud I can't…" the usually well articulated human struggled to compose their words over the cacophony in their head. "It wants me to follow…" they finally got out.

"Then follow it," Beel shrugged.

"But...but what if it's a trap?" They gave Beel a pointed look and the demon got the underlying reference.

"Belphie didn't mean to trick you, he just...didn't really know you." He defended.

"Still, I'm in no hurry to repeat that mistake." Beel flinched and MC instantly felt bad about their choice of words.

"How about this" Beel pondered, "you follow the voice and I follow you. If there's anything dangerous I'll just eat it, ok?" He smiled like he'd solved everything.

Dagnabbit this man was too cute.

"Ok...but only to get this noise to go away." They conceded.

So they followed the song, and Beel walked beside them. Never judging or complaining, just following. The longer they followed the more tolerable the song became. A nice sound instead of a garish one. Perhaps because they were no longer fighting it.

After what seemed like hours of walking, they came to an unfamiliar door. They both stopped and stared before Beel spoke up.

"We can't go in there, no one's allowed in there."

MC heard the song once more.

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

Walk to me paidí

móno eseís boreíte na eisélthete

Closer tóra

Walk to me paidí

Walk to me now

"What is this place?"

"It's where Diavolo keeps his stuff he doesn't want to lose" Beel answered, cleaning out one of his ears with a pinky finger. "Lucifer gets really mad if we go in there"

afíste tin frourá sas stin pórta

móno eseís boreíte na eisélthete

Walk to me paidí

Walk to me now

"I have to go in."

"Wow you're really crazy, I wouldn't risk it."

"Well good cause she said you can't come with me"

"She?" Beel looked down at MC quizzically. MC thought for a moment.

"Yeah, she." They confirmed. "I've got to see this through now that we've come so far."

"Ok...I'll guard the door then" he relented. MC reached for the handle. "Wait MC"

"Hm?"

He hesitated. "If you need anything...just yell ok? I'll come runnin'" he promised. MC nodded once and opened the door.

"I will"

0The room was dark as they shut the door behind them. They walked slowly on bare feet through the forbidden room. It was quiet in a way they didn't want to disturb. The voice had quieted to a whisper as well.

Walk to me

Walk to me

zitíste tin klironomiá sas

Walk to me

They followed the voice through another door.

And another.

They felt like they were going through a maze. Each room leading to another, all piled high with treasures. Not gold or jewels, but old scrolls and weapons and goblets. Each one labeled and in its proper place. All of them seemed to radiate power and history. The whole place reminded them of the cave of wonders from Aladdin.

Needless to say they touched nothing.

Still the voice persisted until finally they pushed through the last door. This room was filled with objects from the Celestial realm. Golden Lyres and silver plate armour. Gleaming statues and intricate tapestries hung among beautiful paintings. MC was awestruck by the sights. There was one more thing that caught their eye.

In the center of the back wall hung a huge golden bow.

It's shape was simple but the handle was carved with ornate, winding runes and symbols they didn't recognize. The string looked like it was made of light. It glowed white, brilliant. As they had expected, the voice called them closer to it.

Moving until they were a step away from the breathtaking weapon, they held out their hand to it, only to pull it away quickly when they realized what they were doing.

"I am not stealing from Lord Diavolo. Contrary to popular belief, I don't have a death wish." They spoke firmly.

The voice no longer sang, it spoke.

"You cannot steal what is yours paidí"

MC was suspicious now. Theirs? But there was no way they'd ever owned something this nice, much less a weapon. And the voice seemed oddly familiar... perhaps?

"Lilith?" They spoke to the voice. It did not respond for a long time.

"yes" she seemed reluctant to reveal herself.

"So...it's been you this whole time?"

"Why do you hate me?"

MC was taken off guard. That was out of left field.

"I don't hate you."

"Yes you do, you despise me and you despise being my decedent." She sounded genuinely hurt, like she'd cry any moment.

"I…" MC had no response, they wouldn't lie.

"Please...save me your pity. You have good reason to hate me after all my mistakes have put you through. But I want you to know that I love you." She cooed.

MC cringed away from the over-familiarity of the sound.

"You are too far removed from me to truly be mine but I love you MC. Like my own flesh." She continued, "and I want you to have this." Her voice indicated to the bow again.

MC ran their hand down the flawless gold all the way to the grip.

"This was yours... wasn't it?"

"It was taken from me along with my wings when I was struck to Earth forever. Now it is yours, it is your birthright." Her voice held a tone beyond pride at the thought of MC accepting the gift. She was practically quivering in excitement to share this little piece of legacy with them.

They looked at the weapon critically. It was beautiful no doubt, but in their hands it would be useless.

"I don't know how to use a bow." They confessed.

"Take it." She urged, not seeming to hear MC. With a shrug they picked up the bow by the handle. The stand latch released and the bow came free with ease. The huge weapon felt remarkably balanced. That's when a flash of light knocked MC to the floor. Eliciting a frightened yelp.

The glow lasted a few more seconds before the bow was gone. They were confused for a moment before raising their hand to their ear. In the reflective surface of a nearby shield they saw it. In their ear was a brand new earring. Shaped like a golden bow it spanned the entire outer lobe up to the helix. They stared in awe at the tasteful jewelry form the bow had taken.

"Call upon it if you are ever in danger again. It is your weapon now, and it will not fail you." She instructed.

"But…" MC questioned, "didn't it fail you all those years ago?"

Lilith seemed to laugh at the notion.

"No child...it is I who failed"

And with that her presence was gone.

The silence was welcome after days of suffering. Unfortunately it was quickly broken by a loud bang. The door to the room flung open and Beel burst through. Full demon form.

"MC! Is everything ok? I heard you yell!"

MC stared back from their spot in front of the bow holder. They had some explaining to do.

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paidí (παιδί) zitíste tin klironomiá sas (ζητήστε την κληρονομιά σας) tóra (τώρα) móno eseís boreíte na eisélthete (μόνο εσείς μπορείτε να εισέλθετε) afíste tin frourá sas stin pórta (αφήστε την φρουρά σας στην πόρτα)

[arissayoo]

Neverland -> Ateez AU

Chapter 1

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, cursing, dark/horror themes, fem!reader

Summary: When you woke up to the sun’s blistering heat, and white sand beneath your skin how were you expected to believe you were on Neverland, the fictional utopia of your childhood? More importantly, how were you supposed to deal with the eight boys standing over you, holding sharp knives to your throat?

>> Chapter 2

A/N: I just finished the lost boy's profiles and am very excited. Also just a warning, I suck at grammar/punctuation so, just know I tried my best 😓 (credit to gif owner)

I woke up to the feeling of the heavy heat burning my skin. I tried to sit upright while my eyes were screwed shut to block the assault of light. It was not much help since I could still see the bright sun, prompting my hand to cover my forehead.

“Stop right there.” A deep voice echoed through my ears. I snapped open my eyes, stilling all movements immediately.

Eight boys surrounded me, each holding a sharp knife close to my neck. My eyes widened and I looked up, questioning what exactly I did last night to end up in this situation. I slowly raised my hands, a million apologies running through my head.

“Who are you and why are you here?” A different voice demanded. I looked at the boy, red hair covering his forehead and falling into his eyes. My mouth opened up to speak, but what came out was nothing more than raspy mumblings. A hand shot up grabbing my throat, their hold threatening enough. I squeaked, flinching from the contact.

“Careful, you don't want to mess around with us.” A boy with blonde hair whispered, sending me a chilling smile. I could feel the blood drain from my face.

“San quit it. Even if she is working for the other side, she’s alone and obviously outnumbered.” The first one with the deep voice stood back, unfazed.

San’s hand slowly retreated from my throat, the dangerous hint of mischief still present in his eyes. Some of the boys shifted their stances, the sunlight reflecting off their blades, ready to strike at any moment. I cleared my throat before trying again.

“Uh my name is Y/L/N Y/F/N. I don’t know how I got here, seeing as I just remember going to sleep last night and waking up here in front of you all. I don’t even know where here is.” My voice was shaky and still raspy, my brain yelling at me to escape. I looked around the group of boys, scanning their faces while they all looked at each other as if they were communicating. 

“Hyung, why don't we just monitor her for a little and see if anyone comes. Then we can get rid of her.” Another boy spoke up, making my eyes bulge out once more. 

Get rid of her. Surely that meant that I was going to die, right? 

I tried to look around to see if I could identify where I was from any landmarks. I was clearly on a beach, but which one? The closest beach was at least an hour drive from my apartment. 

“Stand up and empty your pockets.” The redhead pointed his blade at me, indicating me to follow his orders. I slowly stood up, shoving my hands into the pockets of my pajama shorts. 

“Surely you can just tell me where we are and I’ll head home and leave you guys alone.” I tried to reason, but apparently not getting anywhere based on their stone-cold expressions. I pulled out my tangled headphones and a crumpled piece of paper. 

“I'll take those.” A boy with blue hair grabbed my headphones, tossing them into the ocean behind us. 

“Hey!” I complained, “Those were my favorite pair!” 

“Well too bad Wendy, can’t have you spying on us.” 

“What? Wendy?” I turned back to see San holding the crumpled piece of paper, black ink scrawled onto it. 

 < Welcome to Neverland, Wendy >

“You said your name was Y/N.” The redhead accused me, taking the paper from San’s hand. All I could do was stare at the paper, confused as to what it was doing in my pocket. 

“Why was that in my pocket?” I questioned aloud, reaching out to touch the paper. A blade was pushed further towards me, the owner clicking his tongue in disapproval. I pulled my hands back, apologizing.

“Hongjoong, we are not in any immediate danger as far as I can tell. We can take her to the lagoon if we need to get her to talk.” The blue-haired boy announced to the redhead. 

“You’re right. We should at least move her out of the open, in case she is being followed. Jongho.” Hongjoong commanded, signaling for the rest of the boys to start moving. I was still holding my hands out, a perfect opportunity for one of the boys to quickly trap both my wrists in rope. 

“Wait! I don’t understand what is happening, but it’s probably just a misunderstanding.” I tried to plead, pulling against the tightly knotted rope. The boy just huffed, taking a handkerchief from his pocket.

“It would be better if you just shut that mouth of yours.” He covered my mouth, tying the handkerchief tightly against my head. I was helpless as he dragged me along, following the other boys to their destination.

We walked through the trees for what seemed like thirty minutes before coming to an abrupt halt. I looked around for the reason we stopped, my hands shifting uncomfortably against the tight rope. 

“Yeosang, scan the area with San.” Hongjoong directed while motioning for the boy leading me to come forward. “I'll take her, Jongho.”

Hongjoong sat me down at his feet, before taking out a map from a bag. I watched, catching the words Neverland written at the top. My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of the message written on the paper from my pocket. Where the hell was I, and what was the deal with everyone here? I couldn't have gotten that far from home last night, I didn’t even drink.  

“Okay, we reached the lagoon. Judging by the time of day, the fairies should be out of their cave.” Hongjoong rolled up the map, tucking it back into his bag. 

Maybe I did drink. 

“Jongho, go trap one and bring it over.”

“Uh, Mingi, won’t that just make them mad.” Jongho scratched the back of his head.

“I’ll just go charm them.” A black-haired boy pushed forward, walking out of the trees. All the other boys were silent, watching as the other boy walked away.

They had to be crazy. I got drunk and stumbled across a group of lunatics on the beach. That had to be what happened. My luck was never the best, but I never expected it to take me here.

The black-haired boy returned shortly, a bright light coming from his hand. The rest of the boys stood up, shock apparent on their faces.

“No way, Wooyoung actually charmed a fairy.” Mingi gushed, applauding the boy.

“Yeah, uh, that didn’t work so I may have threatened to turn her into a slug.” Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. He brought the light over to me, revealing a tiny girl with iridescent wings. I tried to speak but the handkerchief in my mouth turned my words into nonsense mumbling noises.

“What the hell is going on?!” I practically yelled once Hongjoong removed the barrier from my mouth. The boys ignored me, instead, they were looking at the fairy who was now flying in the air.

“Y/L/N Y/F/N, age 19, born September 3, 2001. Recently graduated, and moved into an apartment in uptown Seoul. Is currently a stand-in weather reporter for a small radio station she works at. She is secretly trying to find her birth parents and reads children’s fairytales before bed.”

“Hey!” I snapped at the fairy. I didn’t even know anyone here, yet all my information and deepest secrets had just been shared amongst them.

“Guys, enough chit-chat. We have to go.” San blurted, alerting everyone to Yeosang and his presence. When did they get back?

“There are two groups of them coming from the North and South.” Yeosang looked off into the distance. “They know we are here.”

Swiftly, the group got their blades out and pulled me to my feet. They released the fairy, turning back in the other direction. My head was spinning with unanswered questions as I was once again being dragged along, this time being lead by Yeosang.

“There’s one in the bush up ahead.” Jongho voiced.

“What’s going on? What are we running from?” I hoped for a normal answer. I needed a normal answer.

“Someone decided to start the party early,” Yeosang muttered, biting his blade and grabbing the crossbow from his back. He aimed and released the arrow, causing a loud agonizing screech to sound from the bush.

“What was...” my voice trailed off as a four-legged creature fell to the ground in front of us. Its hairless, light gray skin was stretched tight, showing the basic structure of its skeleton. It resembled some type of large dog, though the skin around its face and mouth was mutilated. My eyes widened and I felt the bile rising to my throat.

Yeosang let go of me, grabbing the blade from between his teeth and cutting me free. “Since you wanted to be free so bad, here. You’ll just slow us down anyway.”

I watched the rope fall from my wrists, too shocked to register anything. I tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was quiet stutters. The sound of the boys running ahead snapped me out of my daze. I didn't know anything about this place or what creatures were on it, but I knew the key to my survival was sticking around these guys. 

“Wait!” I called, rushing to catch up. 

“What does Wendy want now?” San called back over his shoulder. 

“My name isn’t Wendy, nor do I know a Wendy. You can't just leave me alone when I still don't have any idea what is going on or where we are!” I panted, mentally making a note of how much this boy was starting to annoy me. 

A crack of thunder sounded from above. I glanced up at the cloudy sky, silently cursing my luck. I was starting to regret anytime that I complained about how bad my life was in the past. Right now, nothing compared to this. My legs burned as I ran alongside the boys, occasionally brushing up on the sharp branches of the shrubs. As the boys navigated through the thick forest, the trees seemed never-ending. We could have been lost for all I knew and I would never make it back to my apartment. 

A rustle in the trees ahead caught my attention as I kept running, ending up alongside one of the creatures. Its mouth was covered by a layer of ripped skin, a low growl coming from its throat. I screamed and pushed my legs to run faster, changing direction and breaking from the group. The dog was catching up, its teeth bared and ready to attack. I willed myself to keep running, the fear enough motivation to ignore the pounding of my heart. A strong gust of wind rattled the trees, pushing against me and slowing me down. I could feel the dog’s breath on my lower back, a large snarl echoing behind me. With one push forward, the dog jumped up, tackling me to the ground underneath its large body. It pawed at my chest, its snapping jaws just barely stopped by my arms pushing against it.

This was it. The end. 

A scream escaped my throat as I came face to face with the terrifying creature. At the same moment, a powerful surge of wind tore through the trees, shaking the ground. I covered my face, hearing a loud yelp from the beast above me before feeling the loss of its weight on my chest. Once the wind had calmed down I slowly peeled my arm from my face seeing the beast limp on the ground, its body sliced in half. I looked around for signs of anyone, finding myself alone. I turned around wordlessly, running far from the area. I couldn't even process what just happened, just thinking about how I needed to find the group and fast.

Luckily for me, I could make out their voices not too far away. I broke through the trees, finding myself back on the beach I woke up on. The boys spun around swiftly, lunging to attack. 

“Hey! It's just me.” I tried to yell, my voice was hoarse from screaming. 

“So Wendy didn't die after all,” San commented, causing my eyes to narrow in his direction. Another large crack of thunder was heard, making me consider my options. 

I took a deep breath, trying to collect myself before calmly asking, “Can I please stay with you guys? Just until I figure out how to get back home.” The boys looked amongst each other, their faces showing wary expressions. Before they could answer I interjected, “Look, you guys already proved that I’m not a threat by having that fairy tell you my life story. I just want protection from those things until I can get this sorted out.”

“Those things are Khanins, and like we need you leeching off of us,” San crossed his arms. I looked around at the other boys, their faces mirroring San’s expression.

I felt my stomach drop, realizing the reality of the situation. The wind started picking up again as raindrops fell from the sky. I watched as the boys started walking away, lowering my head to hide the forming tears. I was scared and confused, drawing a blank on how to even start to form plans to get home. It was hopeless. I sniffed back the tears, halting as a hand came into my blurry vision. Looking up at the light brown-haired boy, a single tear slid down my cheek.

“Come with us. We can’t offer much, but you'll be better protected from the rain there.” He said softly, his hand still outstretched. The rain picked up along with the wind, causing my body to shiver from the cold. Sensing my hesitation, he grabbed my hand pulling me along with him. 

We jogged through the rain, coming to a halt at the entrance of a cave. Hongjoong, who was leaned against the entrance, straightened up after seeing us. He nodded towards the brown-haired boy, handing him a towel that ended up being passed to me. 

“Uh, thanks,” I croaked out, wrapping the towel around me. 

“I’m Seonghwa by the way. You probably don't remember everyone else, I’ll introduce you to them later. First, let’s get you cleaned up and a new pair of clothes.” The boy eyed my bleeding legs, leading me further into the cave. 

[cocomaxley]

Operation: Payback is a Bitch

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: The men try to get back at the ladies for all of their previous mischief.

Rating: NSFW, mature and very bad decisions.

Tag List: @blackwidow2721 @hopefulmoonobject @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @fullbeaumonty @brightpinkpeppercorn @katurrade @krsnlove @alj4890 @zaffrenotes @annekebbphotography @carabeth @moneyfordiamonds @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @3pawandme @indiacater @ownworldresident @tornbetween2loves @stopforamoment

Rashad and Genevieve arrived at the restaurant to meet their friends for dinner. Once everyone was seated, they fell into easy conversation. “Are you guys all set for your camping trip?” Genevieve asked the men. Rashad smiled and held her hand. “We are for the most part. What do you girls have planned for girls night?”

“I'm not sure yet, probably the usual. Watch a movie and drink a lot,” Alicia giggled. Liam got a mischievous smile, “I'm sure it'll be a romcom because we know you guys can't handle scary movies.” The guys all chuckled. Stephanie raised her brow, “I love scary movies, so shut your face, Liam.” Maxwell chimed in, “But she hates clowns!” Stephanie glared at him, “Because clowns are fucking creepy!” The girls nodded in agreement.

“I bet you guys can't make it through the new version of It,” Rashad said. Genevieve's eyes went wide in surprise. Her fiancé wasn't normally the type to tease. She replied, “Honey, I love you, but whenever you guys bet against the girls, it never works out in your favor. Like ever.” It was the girls turn to laugh. Leo said, “Well if you're so positive you can win this bet, then watch the killer clown movie for your girls night.”

Anitah said with a smirk, “Fine! It's on! And when we win, guess who will have to streak around the palace grounds again? That's right, but this time it will be harder. You guys will have to finish the lap in under 30 seconds. If you don't, you have to keep running laps until your time is under 30.” Liam looked at his wife, “And if we win, which we will because you guys are a bunch of weenies.” Anitah leaned in close and whispered, “Husband’s choice in punishment.” Liam swallowed hard, “Oh...ok, you're on.” The men shook hands with their women, each one feeling confident on an easy win.

After dinner, they decided to go to the beer garden for a few drinks. The men walked up the bar and the ladies sat at a table. Leo rubbed his hands together, “Alright boys, Operation Payback is a Bitch is a go. These girls will be so sorry for everything they've ever done to us. I’ll finally get to do the thing she never lets me do.” Rashad laughed, “Gen will be huddled in a corner crying. She hates scary movies. Add a clown in there, and this will be the easiest blowjob I'll ever get.”

Liam chuckled, “Anitah’s biggest fear is clowns. She hates any and everything about them because of the original It movie. She’s so done, and I’ve got a punishment in mind for every time she’s commandeered the royal jet...she’s not going to walk straight for a week.”

“I'm finally going to use those handcuffs on Pam. We've only used them in Amsterdam,” Drake said. Maxwell clapped his hands together, “I'm asking for a Capuchin monkey! They're so cute!”

Two weeks earlier…

The men were playing poker in Liam’s study. Liam asked, “Rashad, the wedding is coming up. How’s the wedding planning?” Rashad looked up from his cards, “Everything's pretty much done. Gen and my father have been like two little girls with the planning. He's so excited for the wedding you'd think she was his child,” he laughed, “he keeps saying things like ‘I can't wait to have a daughter, I've always wanted a daughter.’ I want to say, what the fuck, dad. I'm standing right here.”

Drake snorted, “Well no wonder he let her take your jet to Amsterdam. Sounds like he can't say no to her either. Man, these girls have really given us some shit, haven't they? Thanksgiving, Thunder down under, St. Tropez…” Leo said, “Yeah no kidding. There was New Orleans and Chicago too. They definitely keep us on our toes. Especially Anitah with Liam!” Leo laughed while Liam glared at him.

“Let's not forget that she's hoodwinked my top three guards. Mara got ditched at the airport, Brad got locked in a closet with snacks and a pillow and Bas got fucking drugged! She even stole their damn phones,” Liam shook his head, then his face lit up, “let's get them back. They're due for some retaliation.” Leo's face perked up, “I'm listening, little brother.”

“They all hate scary movies. So let's bet them that they can't watch the new It movie all the way through. We can plan a ‘camping trip’ and then on their girls night we mess with them. We will turn off the power to my quarters, walk around the apartment dressed all in black and make noises, open and close doors,” Liam started laughing hard.

Maxwell shrugged his shoulders, “I was with them for all of that and had a ton of fun, but I think it'll be fun to mess with them. Stef might kill me, but it'll be worth it.” Bastien cleared his throat, “Your majesty, if I may speak freely?” Liam nodded so he continued, “I want in.” The guys all laughed knowing having Bastien on their side gave them an edge. Leo yelled, “Game on, boys!”

Girls Night...

The men had just left for their camping trip, and the ladies were in the royal quarters getting girls night started. “You guys, I really don't want to watch this movie. I'm so scared,” Genevieve said. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Well we can't back out now, Gen. We already agreed to it.” Anitah said. She met Genevieve’s gaze, her own eyes welled up with tears and face full of fear.

“I'm just gonna give him the blowjob. I like giving him blowjobs anyway, so I'm not really losing. I just can't watch it. I'm about to cry,” Genevieve rambled, pacing the room. “None of us want to watch this movie, but I'll be damned if we lose a bet to them,” Pam said, her face a little paler than normal. Stephanie added, “We just have to remember that it's not real. Ok, ladies? Let's not lose our shit before we start the movie.”

Anitah placed the disc into the DVD player with shaky hands. “The lights stay on!” Pam yelled. Alicia pulled out her iPad and headphones and pulled a blanket over her head, “I said I'd be here. I never agreed to watch the movie.” Stephanie pressed play on the remote and the movie started. All of them huddled close together on the couch.

Genevieve watched the movie with her hands covering her eyes and Pam hugged her knees. Anitah held a pillow tightly against her while Stephanie chewed her fingernails. Alicia hadn't moved from her spot underneath her blanket. At one point in the movie Pam screamed, “No, Georgie! Don't do it!” A sob escaped Genevieve’s throat and Anitah used the pillow to cover her face. Stephanie sat with wide eyes, mouth open. A loud clap of thunder shook the room which made them all jump and rain pounded against the windows. They laughed nervously realizing it was just a storm outside.

The movie continued to play. “Ok guys, twenty minutes left in the movie. We can do it. We've got this. Then the guys will be so sorry for doubting us,” Stephanie said. They turned to each other and nodded. “God, I fucking hate clowns. God, I hate Liam,” Anitah said, her face still covered by the pillow. All of a sudden the power went out and everything went pitch black. “What the fuck happened? Why did the power go out, Anitah! Call someone,” Genevieve cried. “My...my cell phone has no service,” she responded voice shaking.

Pam kept her cool, “Ok, our phones have flashlights. Turn those on and we will look for the fuse box. Do you think your quarters has a fuse box?” Anitah shook her head. They heard a door slam shut in the back of the royal quarters. “Wha...what the fuck is happening?” Stephanie whispered. Then they heard the floorboards creak and saw a dark figure walking down the hallway.

“We’re going to die!” Genevieve screamed, scrambling for the main door. The other girls quickly followed her out. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what the fuck do we do?” Anitah said in a panicked voice. When they turned the corner they saw another dark shadowy figure. They froze in place. Lightning flashed outside, and then another clap of thunder made them jump again. “Let's go to Liam's study and lock the door, follow me,” Anitah whispered.

Drake, Rashad and Maxwell watched the girls run past the room where they were hiding. The women were in the middle of the hallway staring at Liam wearing a black cloak with his head covered by the hood. They had to fight back their laughs so they wouldn't give away their hiding spot. “Maxwell, we said Pennywise the clown! Is that a Bozo costume?” Drake asked in an irritated tone. “It's too late Drake. Besides, Stef is afraid of all clowns,” Maxwell said. Rashad snorted, “Gen is afraid of her own shadow in the dark. Just give him the red balloon. That'll be enough.”

Maxwell walked out of the room and stood in the middle of the hall holding a red balloon on a white string, just as the girls turned around and started running in his direction. When they saw him standing there, they all let out ear piercing shrieks. “SCATTER!” Anitah yelled. Anitah and Genevieve ran down a hallway. Stephanie came up and kicked Maxwell in the crotch before Pam dragged her down the opposite hallway.

Maxwell crumpled into a heap on the floor. “Shit! Max, you alright, buddy?” Drake asked as he kneeled down next to him. “I...I think I'm dying, Drake. I can't breathe.” Maxwell said in a pained voice. “I didn't know she'd kick you. These girls are in full fight or flight mode,” Drake said trying to stifle a chuckle.

Anitah and Genevieve burst through Liam's office door and locked it, both of them out of breath. “Call Bastien, Anitah. I feel like killing killer clowns is part of his job description.” Anitah walked to Liam's desk and grabbed the desk phone. “The line…it's dead, Gen. it's dead,” she whimpered and replaced the handset into the cradle. The doorknob jiggled. Anitah froze, “Oh God, Gen. what do we do?” Genevieve turned in circles, “I don't know, I don't know! Does Liam have any hidden weapons in here?” She picked up a vase from the side table, “Grab something heavy, Nitah. A big fat book or something.” They stood at the ready as the door lock clicked open and a figure stood in the doorway dressed head to toe in dark clothing, his face covered with a black ski mask. Anitah yelled, “Now!” And they both threw the objects at the intruder. The book hit him in the forehead, and the vase made contact with the side of his head. “FUCK!” The hooded figure yelped holding his head. Anitah and Genevieve pushed past him and ran down the hall.

Pam and Stephanie ran into the library and hid behind a bookshelf. They heard the door open and heavy footsteps heading in their direction. “Stef, we have to move,” Pam whispered, Stephanie nodded. They tiptoed to the end of the bookshelf and quietly walked to the next aisle moving towards the back of the library. The footsteps stopped. “Ok, Pam, we need to get out of here. I will go out there and let him see me. When he goes for me, you need to trip him. Then we make a break for the door.” Pam took a deep a breath, “Ok, we can do this.” Stephanie stepped out into the main aisle, and the large figure took slow deliberate steps towards her. At just the right moment, Pam stuck out her leg. The intruder tripped and fell on his face with a groan. He stood up quickly and tried to grab Pam, but she reacted quicker and bit his hand hard. “Motherfucker!” He backed away from her shaking his injured hand. “Run! Now!” Stephanie yelled pushing him out of her way making him lose his balance, falling on his back.

Pam and Stephanie rounded the corner and saw two other people. All four of them screamed. “SHHHHH! Everyone shut up!” Stephanie said trying to keep her voice down, once she realized it was Anitah and Genevieve. “Oh thank god. You guys are ok,” Anitah said while trying to catch her breath. They heard footsteps approaching. Genevieve opened the ballroom doors and whispered, “Quick! In here.” They huddled together, hiding behind the bar when the ballroom doors opened. Two intruders walked inside slowly. “Check behind the bar, I'll check the balcony,” they heard one of them tell the other. They tried to move to the other end of the bar but he already saw them. “They're right here!” He shouted to his partner.

Anitah launched herself at him and knocked him back, “Run! Run!” Stephanie and Pam ran towards the open ballroom door. He got back on his feet facing Anitah. Genevieve was frozen behind the bar, eyes wide. He lunged towards Anitah, but she blocked his arms. She swept his leg out from underneath him, and he fell on his back. “Ha! Take that!” She yelled. He stood back up, but he was clearly disoriented. Anitah punched him in the face, and he fell backwards. Genevieve stood up and stepped on his manhood. She grabbed Anitah by the arm and ran for the ballroom doors. At the other side of the ballroom, Pam and Stephanie were being held back by the other intruder. “Stef, what should we do?” Stephanie looked at Pam and yelled, “I've had it!” She walked up to him and punched him right in the nose. “Ow! What the hell?” He held his face, and the girls ran out the door. Rashad removed his mask after Stephanie punched him. His nose was bleeding. He walked over to Liam “You ok, man?” Rashad asked him. “No heirs,” Liam grunted as he laid on his back holding his groin. They heard the women screaming in the foyer. “I will fucking cut you, clown!”

“Whoa, whoa, Stef! It's me! It's Maxwell, please don't kick me in the balls again.” He removed his wig with one hand while the other hand held a frozen bag of peas to his crotch. Drake, Liam and Rashad joined them in the foyer. All of the women were shocked when they saw the intruders without their masks. Bastien walked up to the group. He had a visible lump on his forehead. Anitah covered her mouth to silence the laugh that was forming in her throat. “We took Bas down again!” Genevieve said grinning at her. “I am never betting against you ladies again,” he turned to the four men, “From now on, you guys are on your own.” He huffed and limped towards his room.

“You!” Genevieve pointed her finger at Rashad. The other three women crossed their arms and glared at their husbands. Their husbands were staring back at them, bruised and battered. Rashad held his arms up in defeat, “It was supposed to be a harmless prank. We didn't know you guys would go all Chuck Norris on us. I think my nose is broken.” Drake showed everyone his hand and said, “My wife bit me, like a fucking animal.”

“I'm pretty sure I won't be able to have kids,” Liam said still holding his groin. “Serves you all right. That was really, really mean!” Genevieve said, she was now sobbing. Rashad wrapped his arms around her, trying not to laugh, “You held up much better than I thought you would, sweetie.” He couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, and everyone else started laughing along with him. Liam looked around the group, “Hey where's Leo?”

In the royal quarters, Alicia was under her blanket and the movie she was watching just finished. She pulled the blanket off and stood up. When she turned around she was facing a masked person. Her jaw dropped open. “What..what do you want?” She stammered. The person didn't respond. He made a move to grab her, but she slapped him across the face with one hand and then slapped him on the other cheek with the other hand. “Dammit, Alicia! It's me!” Leo said pulling off his mask and holding both cheeks. “What the hell, Leo! You scared the shit out of me! Where is everyone?” She yelled. Leo filled her in on their plan. She laughed, “I'm so glad I’m not part of this fuckery.” Leo wrapped his arms around her waist, “Well I know what we can do while they're running around the palace.” He kissed her passionately while his hands worked on her clothes.

The group walked back to the royal apartment and opened the door. Leo and Alicia were sitting on the couch grinning from ear to ear. Anitah glared at the two of them knowing what they'd just done and said, “You know that thing you never get to do, Leo? Well you can do it because she was under that blanket with an iPad and headphones. She didn't even watch the movie.” Leo smirked and slowly turned towards his wife while rubbing his hands together. Alicia's mouth fell open, “Anitah! Why would you sell me out?” Anitah smiled at her friend, “That was a hard earned win, Alicia. You forfeited.”

Liam cleared his throat, “Actually, my love, you lost. None of you finished the movie, and that was the bet. I believe you still had twenty minutes left to watch.” Anitah's jaw dropped, but before she could respond, Liam threw her over his shoulder and said, “Get ready for your punishment, My Queen.”

Rashad smirked at Genevieve, “Let’s go home. I'd like to cash in that win tonight.” Drake walked over to Pam and pulled her towards the door, “Come on, baby, there's some pink fuzzy handcuffs with your name on them.” Maxwell started dancing, “I'm getting a monkey! I'm getting a monkey!” Stephanie laughed at him and pushed him towards the door.

Monday Morning...

The men had a council meeting first thing Monday morning. They were presenting a new proposal to increase tourism. The guys stood in front of the council; Liam with a black eye, Leo with red marks across both cheeks, Rashad with a broken nose, and Drake with a visible bite mark on his hand. Bastien was standing in the back of the room with a large purple lump on his forehead and the side of his head was clearly swollen. From the head council seat, Rashad’s father looked at them with a raised brow, “What in God’s name happened to all of you?” They exchanged uncomfortable looks with each other. Rashad spoke up, “Father, that's not relevant to our proposal. Let's...let’s discuss that later.” Rashad’s father let out a hearty laugh, “Oh, I've already spoken to my future daughter-in-law. I just wanted to see if you'd willingly admit it in front of the council.”

[lostgirlfromneverlandxxx]

Took you long enough

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Request by @5sos-trashood

Can you do one where before the fire Derek and y/n were best friends (y/n a werewolf too) but after it Derek shuts off and pushes her away but when she hears about something supernatural in beacon hills she comes back

Sorry if that was confusing but you don’t have to write it just a small idea. Thanks :)

Sorry it took me so long to write a new imagine ven though I told you guys to be back. Had a ruff time but now I'm really back!

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Reader's POV

I pulled out one of my headphones because I was hearing something knocking against my window. I stop and listen for a while. There were small noises. I get up and look out of my window. It was already 11pm so who would be standing outside trying to get my attention?

I focus and find Derek standing under the huge tree in front of my window. He's throwing another pebble to my window when I open it. "Der? What are you doing here so late?" I think he's blushing a little. "Can I come in?" I step back and he starts climbing up the tree and gets inside my room. "Hey... uhm yeah I don't know why I'm here. I wanted to see you, I guess?" he blushes even more.

We've been friends for so long now. "It's okay Der. You haven't answered my texts though, I'm still mad about that, hon." I smile and push his shoulder playfully. "Yeah sorry about that." he sits down on my bed and looks at me. "Did something happeen between you and Paige? She's the reason for you neglecting me, right?" I know I shouldn't be dissapointed. I should be happy for my best friend but I can't.

"Yeah... forget about her," he let's himself fall onto the matress. What happenned? I thought he loved her? "Why? Aren't you in love with her?" I push my nails into my palms. He doesn't seem to notice. "I thought I was... we kissed but I didn't feel anything." I am kinda relieved right now. "But that's good, right?" I ask. My voice is shaking a little. He looks up at me. "I guess..." he starts blushing again and looks away. "What's the problem now, Der? I have to get to sleep so if you don't need my help you should leave." I cross my arms in front of my chest. I can't talk to him. He kissed her and I don't know how to feel about it. I've been wanting to kiss him for such a long time now... but he can't know about my crush ."Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." he gets up and heads to the window. "I didn't mean it... sorry, Der. There's just so much going on right now." he looks at me. Every time he looks at me like that I just want to forget everything and cuddle up to him. "What happened?" he sounds worried. "Oh nothing." he puts his hand under my chin and makes me look into his beautiful green eyes. "Tell me the truth Y/N."

I try to turn away but he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I think my heart is about to explode. "It's nothinng, Der. Really." he presses his forehead against mine. "Yeah. Too bad that I don't believe you, sweetheart." he stresses the last word. I want to reply but the words get stuck in my throat. "Come on Y/N. Tell me." he whispers. Now our noses are touching. I want to kiss him so badly... "Why didn't you have feelings for Paige?" I manage to form some words. He exhales slowly "Beause I've been..."

We hear a lound noise. It sounds like an explosion. We uickly turn towards the window. In the distance I can see a huge fire... "Oh my god..." that is Dereks home... I just stare at him. "Der?" he doesn't react, I try to hug him but he jumps out of the window and runs towards the burning house.

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That was 10 years ago. I haven't heard from him since that night. After I graduated I moved away. I had to get out of town. I wanted to concentrate on my career. I wanted to become a lawyer but I just couldn't. Instead I started to work as a bounty hunter. I open my laptop and my heart stings when I see the background...

it's an old picture of Derek and I. I quickly open my mails and look through the newest offers. There is a vampire clan in Beacon Hills. I could go back... maybe he did come back too? "The job will be done in 3 days." I reply and turn off my laptop. I don't have to pack much for the trip just some clothes. Most of my weapons are in my car aready. I throw the things into the car and get in. Let's go back to Beacon Hills... I slowly breath out and start driving.

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Derek's POV

"We can't kill all of them Derek! We are going to die trying." Scott stands beside me in the corner of the storage hall. We fou d the vampires that killed innocents in Beacon Hills. What we didn't know is that we had to deal with a whole clan. "Yeah... but there needs to be a way to get out of this mess." I already managed to kill a dozen of vampires but they just seem to come back. I heard a loud whistle and an "Over hear bloodsuckers!".

I've heard that voice before... Scott looks at me with fear in his eyes. The vampires are distracted from whatever just walked into the hall. I quickly attack some of them and rip their heads off when I see a beautiful wolf with golden fur surrounded by at least 20 vampires. Her eyes are an icy blue but they seem to warm up when she looks at me for a brief moment.

Scott rushes past me and attacks some of the vampires surrounding her. I growl and jump onto the vampire that was just about to sink his fangs into her neck. We keep fighting side by side until all of them are dead. The wolf disappears and Scott turns to me. "Who was that?" I just shake my head. "I think I know who she is..." I start walking away but he follows me. "Care to enlighten me?" I just ignore him and run into the wood.

Her scent seems to b everywhere but I think I know where she's heading. I walk up to thr burnt down house. "Why did you come back?" I ask loudly. She steps out of the shadow. "I get payed for this." she looks at me. Her expression unreadable. "Why'd you come back?" she looks at me. I think I see hate in her eyes. "Beacon Hills needed and Alpha." my eyees burn red, She stares back at me with her icy blue eyes. "Yeah. That's why you come bback after all those years but your best friend didn't matter at all." she almost spits out the words. She looks so hurt.

"I... I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have just left you." she laughs. "Yeah. Shut up. It's not like I care anyways." she turns around. When did she get so cold? Is it all because of me? Because I left her that night and never tried to reach out to her? "Y/N please. That night... I wanted to tell you something but after what happened I couldn'nt. I didnt want you to get hurt." she stops. "I can take care of myself." her eyes glow more vibrant now. I quickly walk up to her and grab her arm, turning her around. "You asked me why I didn't feel anything when I kissed Paige that night. That was because I've been in love with you the whole time. Heck... I still am." she just stares at me. I pull her closer and press my lips against hers in a desperate kiss. "Took you long enough, hon." she grins and pulls me down into another kiss. This time more passionate.

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I hope you enjoyed this little imagine. Feel free to leave requests. I'll do Derek imagines and some about other series tooo if you'd like. I really want to get more into writing again and I hope to read some feedback!

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i'm so so so sorry for bothering, i just absolutely ADORE YOUR BLOG. LIKE HOLY HELL, YOUR BLOG IS THE REASON WHY I GO ON TUMBLR. ITS MY FAVORITE BLOG, WHY AREN'T YOU FAMOUS FOR THIS BRAH. but i do have an ask! how about an RFA + V + Saeran reacting to the MC fluently playing an instrument? i understand if you can't but it would really make me happy if you could! 🖤

A/N: You totallyaren’t bothering!!! Don’t ever think that!! ^^ BUT OMG WOWOWOW REALLY??? US??THIS BLOG?? YOUR FAVOURITE?? ARE YOU SURE??? i am but a lowly 404;;;; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -He could hear this faint,whimsical sound through his headphones but he had no idea where it was comingfrom??

               -Until he took off hisheadphones to ask you about it and heard it 10x louder

               -It sounded.. magical! Soft andairy, he had no idea what it was though?

               -He found you sitting in the shower,holding some sort of long, metal thing in front of your mouth and his headtilted to the side like a confused pup

               -“MC? What is that? Andwhy… are you sitting in the shower with it?”

               -You quickly got embarrassed andset down your instrument, trying to look busy with your sheet music

               -“I, um,” you startedto turn bright red, knowing you’ve been found out. “It’s called a flute.Lame, I know, but I’ve been playing since I was younger and really liked itmore than the others. I even got into a symphony with my playing… and as forsitting in here, well.. the acoustics are better in here. It sounds nicer to myears than if I were to practice in the living room. Oh god, did I bother you?I’m sorry, I can just-”

               -He cut you off (and lowkeyscared you) when he jumped into the shower next to you, excited as all hell

               -“Sorry? Sorry for what!When you play, it sounds just like the fairies in LOLOL! Wait, can you playmusic from LOLOL? MC! If you can, you’ve gotto teach me! I want to play it too!! Look at it!!”

               -He picked up the fluteincorrectly and you could feel yourself cringing, trying to pry the instrumentfrom his hands before he broke a key or lost one of the pads. He turned it intoa game and you had to chase him around the house just to get your pride and joyback from Mr. Destructive

*ZEN:

               -You never told him where youwere going later at night sometimes and it scared him to death

               -What in the world were youdoing?? Seeing someone else?? What if you were out and about and something wereto happen to you?!

               -So, he decided to wait up foryou the next time you took off

               -You turned on the living roomlight and practically jumped out of your skin when you saw bright red eyeslooking up at you from the arm chair

               -“Ah, hi MC! Would you liketo tell me where you’ve been tonight?” he stood up and walked towards youas you stood there, trying to get your heartbeat to calm down. That’s when henoticed you were holding a large… and oddly shaped case

               -He pointed to it and looked atyou quizzically, expecting an answer

               -You sighed, “It’s my saxophone.I’ve been going to this coffee shop Jaehee recommended to me so I could playsome shows. I missed playing my baby and just had to get it out of mysystem!” you raised the case to your chest, rubbing it gently, giving himyour best pair of puppy dog eyes hoping it would get you out of trouble

               -He looked at the ground and youcouldn’t tell what he was thinking, but before you could ask, you hear hisvoice dip low and ask you, “Saxophone? You play… the saxophone…?”

               -You made a noise of agreementand jumped again when his head shot up to look at you, stars practically in hiseyes. You’ve never seen him this excited for an instrument in your life and itwas actually pretty cute?

               -“MC! The saxophone is oneof the smoothest sounding instruments… so jazzy… so… sexy? Oh god, MC,you’ve got to show me how good you are. Right here, right now. Play a privateshow just for me- you might get one in return” wink wonk

*JAEHEE:

               -The two of you decided to add alive musical element to your coffee shop!

               -But you also really… wantedto be a part of it. It had been so long since you picked up your ukulele and ithad been killing you

               -The musicians who played yourshop were really good, but you wanted a little kick! You wanted some upbeatmusic! Something that was soft but kickin’!

               -So, you signed yourself up onthe list.

               -Jaehee looked down at your nameand tried to find where you were hiding so she could ask you about it, untilshe saw you up on that small stage

               -You were strumming to yourheart’s content, singing just as happily, your eyes closed and your face thebrightest she’s ever seen it

               -People surrounded the stage,moving slightly to dance along, but nothing too extreme

               -She absolutely loved it! It wasmust softer than a guitar but had a strong enough sound to get people on theirfeet

               -From then on, you decided tofollow her around with it, playing her own theme music whenever she feltstressed, because you knew it would make her happy, and you’d get to hear thatprecious laughter again

               -10/10 you play her Disney andSteven Universe songs because?? They’re short and cute?? And it makes her fallin love with you even more because you’re a total dork

*JUMIN:

               -He was already playing acomplicated piece on his piano when you walked into the room and sat next tohim, laying your head on his shoulder light enough he could still move his armaround

               -“Hello, love. What are youup to?” He asked, pulling his hands from the keys so he could grab yourhand instead

               -“I was enjoying hearingyou play. That piece requires a partner, right?” you asked, feeling himnod to agree with you

               -“Yes, but I’ve neverplayed with a partner. I just play it as best as I can without one”

               -You sat up and stretched yourfingers out, placing them on the keys as he raised an eyebrow, questioning you

               -“Well?” you prompted,“You need a partner, and now you’ve got one. Come on! You start,sweetheart.”

               -He shook his head to clear hisconfusion, as he started to re-play his piece

               -When you started to play thepartnering piece flawlessly, he was so shocked that he kept messing up his ownkeys until he gave up and watched you dumbfounded

               -“I never knew you couldplay the piano… much less as flawlessly as you do. And here I was, trying tosway you with my skills- in the end, you have won me over with yoursinstead”

               -You felt your face turn acrimson red before he kissed the side of your head, smiling against it gentlybefore turning back to his set of keys. “MC, I won’t let you distract methis time, shall we try again?”

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He could hear banging andcrashing from outside of his computer room and he immediately got concerned foryou

               -What if you were trying to geta glass from the cupboard and everything else fell down on you??? That cupboardis unstable! Not.. saying that it… happened to him before, or anything…

               -He ran out towards the sourceof the noise to see Saeran sitting on the couch with his electric guitar inhand, and you banging on a set of drums

               -Skidding to a stop, he lookedat you like he was a deer in the headlights

               -He watched as you smiled indetermination, keeping the beat of the song loud and steady, passionate enoughto get a little sweaty from it, but you didn’t let that stop you! He stood andstared as he took in every feature of your face and every little movement ofyour hands, arms, and upper body. You were shining in a way he’d never seenyou- and he didn’t mean from the sweat of course

               -When the two of you finishedyour song, Saeyoung practically scream and both you and his brother jumped outof your skins

               -“SAEYOUNG!” youyelled, “YOU CAN’T JUST SCREAM AND SCARE US LIKE THAT, WHAT THE HELL ISWRONG WITH YOU???”

               -He laughed and apologized, buthe explained how amazing you guys sounded! You were so in sync and the beat youcreated was amazing! Definitely the kind of beat to get someone up and raging

               -“OH! Wait!! You guys!!! Ican play with you too! Wait right here!”

               -He ran back in and furiouslystarted to play his small, shiny triangle until Saeran threw a couch pillow inhis face and called him an idiot

*V:

               -He was relaxing, listening to awonderful violin piece, waiting for you to join him

               -Until the song ended… and hecould still hear the soothing sound of a violin?

               -As he was looking for thesource, he stumbled upon you standing on the balcony, holding an almost pristineviolin in your hand, playing it softly as you swayed back and forth, spinningalong as you played as well

               -You looked like an angel tohim, accompanied by your own heavenly music and he couldn’t look away

               -Hearing the shudder of acamera, you opened your eyes to find him just putting down his camera andsmiling warmly at you

               -Without another word, he leftthe balcony and you in complete confusion. Where was he going? How could heleave the room like that and not say another word? “How rude!” youcalled, hearing his laughter approaching the door again

               -“I’m sorry,” heapologized, pulling his own violin into view, “Would you allow me toaccompany you on another piece?”

               -You started to play one of thelove songs you know, smiling as you heard the hum of his violin joining you inperfect time, matching note for note, harmonizing like it was heaven

               -The both of you seemed to openyour eyes at the same time to look at each other, laughing at yourselves

               -The two of you took turnsplaying your favourite love songs, or songs that reminded you of each otheruntil the sun started to set. “MC,” he started as he pulled you intohis chest, kissing the top of your head, “I must say, this is definitely myfavourite way to relax. Can we do this again?”

*SAERAN:

               -You ate the last bit of icecream and now he wouldn’t even look at you

               -“You’re being a kid,Saeran! I can get you more ice cream!”

               -All he did was pull his 3DScloser to his face, signaling that he was ignoring you

               -Having enough of it, youdecided you were going to get his attention one way or another

               -Pulling out your amplifier andyour baby that he didn’t know about, you placed the amp on the table close tohim, plugging in the guitar and turning it up as loud as it could go

               -Foot up on the table, guitar inhands, smirk on your face, you were ready to get his attention. You raised yourarm and

               -You. Just. Started. SHREDDING.

               -He practically jumped 3 feetinto the air off of the couch, scrambling to catch himself, he clutched hisheart and stared at you with his eyes wide enough it’s a wonder they didn’t popout of his head. You turned the amp off and put your hands on your hips,shifting to stick one side of them out, a blank emotion on your face

               -“Hi. Are you going tolisten to me now?” You asked, taking your guitar off and placing it gentlyon the couch

               -The moment your hand left theguitar, he practically tackled you to the floor, attacking your lips and theside of your neck with kisses, no words exchanged for a solid 20 minutes. Whoknew he was into guitarists?

Masterlist

[just-an-anxious-mess]

Come To The Dark Side (We Have Cookies)

I've posted this on Wattpad a while ago but thought I'd post it on here too because why not?

It was a typical day in the mindspace, Roman was watching something Disney on the TV, Logan was tapping away on his laptop, Virgil was laying on the floor with his headphones on and Patton was taking sneaky pictures of the others with his phone.

Logan glanced up as he heard a small giggle from Patton and looked at him in confusion. "What's so funny Patton?" he asked.

Patton giggled again and slid closer to Logan, showing him the picture he'd just taken of him. "Look at your tongue sticking out as you concentrate, it's so cute!"

Logans face went red, he hadn't known he did that and hearing Patton call him adorable was both infuriating and flattering at the same time.

Logan was conflicted and decided to just brush it off and get back to what he'd been doing.

He soon became absorbed in his screen again and when he eventually forced his eyes away from his laptop he was surprised to find Patton had gone.

He glanced around and noticed the way Roman had moved from right in front of the TV to almost next to Virgil who had his eyes shut and was presumably asleep.

Logan wanted to wake the young trait up and tell him napping would only make his sleep schedule worse but he wasn't going to, he remembered all too well what happened last time Virgil had fallen asleep.

He smirked slightly as he remembered the 'Offended Princey Noises' as he called them. Roman had shaken Virgil awake only to get told "If you're waking me up for anything other than an emergency, by which I mean something happened to Thomas or one of the others, then leave me alone or I'll tell you in graphic detail the origins of the Disney stories you love so much."

Roman hadn't believed him and had attempted to wake him only to have Virgil announce in a loud voice "In the original story by Hans Christian Anderson, the little mermaid dies because she can't bring herself to kill the Prince to turn herself back into a mermaid. Also every step she takes is complete agony and the reason she can't speak is because she had her tongue cut out."

Of course Roman had let out an unnaturally shrill shriek of horror and ran from the room.

Virgil had then opened one eye, spotted Logan trying not to laugh, winked then went back to sleep with a smug smirk.

Logan almost let out a snort as he recalled all this but managed to stop himself. He glanced at his laptop but didn't feel like doing anything on it anymore so he closed it with a quiet click and stood up, planning on taking his laptop to his room and then possibly getting something to eat.

He'd just walked back out of his room, sans computer, when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a dark room.

He tried to cry out but his own hand clamped over his mouth and his eyes widened as he realised who was responsible.

The lights flickered on and he spotted two people standing in front of him, they were both wearing what appeared to be the Hogwarts robes with the hoods over their heads so he couldn't see their faces.

He took note of the colour of the lining, one green, the other yellow, and made an unimpressed noise from behind his hand.

There was snickering from the one in green until the one in yellow nudge them and they sighed.

Logans hand fell away from his mouth and he pointed an accusing finger at the one in green and exclaimed "Deciet!"

The two figures threw off their hoods with matching grins and responded "Join the dark side!"

"We have cookies!"

Logan blinked a couple times as he stared at Deciet and Patton, both of them having produced a pack of cookies from seemingly nowhere.

"What's going on?" he managed to ask and the two laughed.

"My repchild kinda asked me to have a Harry Potter marathon with him and I said yes along as there were snacks." Patton said as Deciet let out a small hissing laugh.

"OK, hold on. First 'kinda' is not a word, you should say 'kind of' and second, did you say Repchild?"

Patton grinned "Yep! You know, like reptile? But Repchild?"

Logan sighed "I'm not even going to say anything about that. You do realise that it's impossible to watch all of the films in one sitting though, correct?"

Deciet stepped forward with a smirk and muttered "That sounds like a challenge, looks like we've got to do it now just to see if you're right or not."

Patton giggled and pulled Deciet backwards "Leave him alone, he's going to be watching them with us."

"wait, what?" Logan said looking at Patton in shock but, before he could say anything more, Patton said "You joined the dark side the second you stepped into the room. Don't worry, we have cookies."

Logan looked from the offered cookie to Patton in shock and decided this was one argument he probably couldn't win. Faced with Pattons happy little smile, Deciets knowing grin and a pack of his favourite cookies he caved in.

"OK fine, but you'll see it is impossible to watch all the movies in one go." he said, grabbing a cookie and sitting down, much to Patton and Deciets delight.

As the first movie started up Patton shoved a robe at Logan who tried to protest but at the sight of Pattons puppy dog eyes he put it on, a small smile gracing his lips when He exclaimed "Yay! Now we just need a Gryffindor to complete the set."

Deciet sent Logan a smirk, a knowing look in his eyes as they looked from Logan to Patton.

Logan huffed and pretended not to see it, quickly becoming engrossed in the film.

I might post a few more of my other shorter oneshots if anyone's interested :P