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fugitive-96 · 4 years ago

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The Witching Hour (A TG/TF story)

"Okay we all ready for this?" Trish asked.

"As ready as we'll ever be." Blake replied.

"Ted, start the tape." Trish said.

Ted walked over to the table with the tape recorder and hit record.

"You ready Angela?" Trish said over to Angela who was sitting on the floor in front of a Ouija board opposite Henry.

"The time is 03:00 AM, Halloween night 1989. We are standing in the basement of the long abandoned Hall House where we are about to attempt contact with the astral plane." Trish spoke into her small recorder.

The four friends had long been shunned in school for being interested in the supernatural, more specifically their beliefs in things like psychic powers, various forms of spirits, and other creatures from urban legends.

The group of friends was made up of two boys and two girls. Blake who was currently standing by with a camera was tall with slicked back black hair and a set of thin spectacles and was dressed in a poorly made Frankenstein Monster's costume, albeit he'd removed the makeup. The second boy was Ted who was operating the various equipment such as the speakers and the large tape recorder sitting on the table who was average height with slightly long but messy blonde hair and was dressed in a denim jacket and jeans. Henry who was slightly chubby compared to the other two and was sporting a ginger mullet matching the freckles on his face and was wearing a yellow and green high school football jacket and was operating the Ouija board along with Angela, and whilst he wasn't a member of their group he decided to tag along after Trish and Angela invited him. Angela was the quietest of the group, but was also the one with the most extreme ideas, she was dressed in what she called her usual 'gothic punk' getup with shoulder length black hair, a black tank top and jeans, along with various studded items around her thin arms and a pair of studs on her lips which along with her eyes were done up in black makeup whilst the rest of her face was pale white. Lastly there was Trish who was the 'leader' of the group with big frizzy blonde hair and large glasses, who was sporting a green jacket and baggy clothes more appropriate for the cold weather.

The five of them had decided to spend their Halloween night in Hall House, an abandoned Manor house that had stood in their town for many years as an allegedly haunted location due to its dark history, needless to say this house was the location of murders and seances over the years. Angela was the one who suggested that they conduct their 'experiment' there, as it had been 100 years since the horrific events in the house had taken place.

They had gone down to the lower levels of the house where the events took place, and after setting up their equipment on the table they illuminated the room with only candles and were now about to begin.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Ted asked.

"*sigh* You bring this up now!" Trish replied angrily, stopping her tape recorder.

"It's just we're trespassing! I'm all for discovering what lies beyond and all that, but this doesn't really feel safe, I mean I don't think the spirits here would appreciate Angela breaking the front door of their house."

"You heard Angela, this could be our one chance to do this!" Trish responded.

"Could we get on with this already, I'm not sitting on this stone floor all night." Henry complained.

"Yeah Trish is right, we're here now so lets do this." Blake added.

"You heard them." Trish said to Ted

"Fine, but I've got a bad feeling abo-"

"Don't say it Ted, you are not jinxing this!" Trish spat.

"Anyway, back to it." She said resuming her recording.

"Okay Angela, go for it."

As Angela was about to begin Blake got his camera ready whilst Ted resumed the large tape recorder on the table which was picking up any background noise whilst a radio next to it was skipping through channels.

"Spirits, can you here us?" Angela said aloud looking up.

The planchet then began moving slowly towards yes.

"Holy crap is it actually working!" Henry blurted out.

"Shhh! *At 03:04* the planchet answered yes." Trish whispered into her recorder as Blake took a shot.

"Spirits, can you show yourselves to us?" Angela then asked

"That seems a bit direct." Blake murmured under his breath before Trish shot him a glare.

After a few seconds the planchet didn't move.

"Spirits, can you still here me?" Angela asked but again nothing happened.

Trish looked over at Ted who was still surfing through radio channels but was receiving nothing. They waited for a few more minutes but again nothing happened.

"This blows! That first bit was totally just Angela moving it by herself" Henry blurted out.

"SHHH! Be quiet Henry!" Trish whispered angrily.

"Or what, nothing's happening! Hey spirits what color's my hair?" He asked before clearly forcing the planchet over the correct letters causing Angela's head to sink in disappointment.

"*Chuckle* Hey spirits what's my favourite colour?" Blake chimed in as Henry forced the planchet again.

"It says green."

"Holy shit it really is a g-g-g-ghost!" Blake replied dramatically.

Trish then aggressively turned off her recorder and slammed it on the table.

"You're ruining it!" She yelled at Blake and Henry.

"There's nothing to ruin, nothing's happened." Blake replied.

"We were getting something!" Trish yelled back.

"Sure we were, I wouldn't have even shown up to this if it weren't for Angela being hot, and now how's the rest of the football team gonna treat me when they find out that I spent Halloween night with losers in a dusty old basement!" Henry said.

"Technically this is- was a crematorium." Ted replied.

"Hey it's because of you we started late." Blake said to Ted who just shrugged it off and continued using the radio.

"Oh shut up, if you weren't at that stupid party we could've started even earlier!" Trish yelled at Blake.

"Last time I checked the witching hour didn't start at 02:47! How are we even supposed to see anything if the room's only lit by fucking candles!" Blake yelled back.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO THIS!" Ted yelled gesturing to the radio.

Blake, Trish and Henry all crowded around as Ted began to oscillate between radio channels which was creating a strange sound.

"Is that... breathing?" Blake asked, triggering Trish to quickly grab her tape recorder.

"Maybe it's just some old fart with a ham radio." Henry said.

"Between channels, is that even a thing?" Ted replied.

"I thought you were a nerd?" Henry replied.

"Yeah ask me about comic books any day, I don't know how radios work." Ted replied.

As they continued to listen it was clear that they were hearing a voice, albeit it was very raspy and they weren't saying anything, until suddenly...

"GET OUT!" A voice yelled through the radio causing the four of them to jump away from the table, the static now sounding louder than ever.

"What the fuck was that!" Henry yelled, but the others were speechless.

The radio then started skipping sharply through channels, back and forth sounding like a knife tearing through electricity. All of a sudden the tape begin spinning faster and faster before it erupted into sparks along with all the other equipment causing the four of them to duck. As they slowly crept back up they each grabbed one of the many torches that were sitting on the table and after checking that they still worked pointed them towards the burned and blown up remains of the radio, but the sharp sound of it skipping channels was still somehow going, however after a few seconds it abruptly stopped.

The four of them sighed with relief simultaneously before realizing that the sharp sound of the radio going back and forth was now replaced with the sound of wood scraping back and forth.

All four of them slowly turned towards the direction of the sound and were greeted by the sight of Angela, still with her head hung low obscuring her face from view, as she violently scrapped the planchet against the now very worn looking board. She then abruptly stopped and crept forward slightly before looking up at the four of them, the light form their torches revealing her eyes to be nearly completely whited out aside from a tiny black dot of a pupil in each one.

"She's here." Angela said in a now deeper voice with a wicked grin.

"Oh fuck." Blake stammered. Suddenly the furnaces in the crematorium that hadn't been used in over 100 years ignited with roaring flames behind Angela, as slowly a circular pattern formed in the floor between her and the others, which then began to rot and sink down as what looked like blood began to seep through it until it looked like a small pool of it formed.

The four stood there speechless as slowly a woman rose out of the blood. She had pale skin and white hair, with sharp black eyebrows and what looked like red makeup around her eyes and lips. Her nails were sharp and black with crosses painted on them, in fact she also had small crosses under her eyes and studs in her nose and belly button. She wore some form of black headdress with various beads and spikes sticking from it along with angels sculpted on it. Her body was only covered by a corset that was laced in the middle showing off some of her stomach and a bra-like chest piece, both of which looked to be made from some thick leather-like material which connected down to straps holding thigh high black heeled boots onto her legs. She rose out of the floor with her eyes closed and her hands on her chest with blood dripping from her mouth down her chest and arms, her expression looking almost as though she was experiencing pleasure as she rose from her bloody gateway.

"Ooh It's good to be back here." She said as she lowered her arms from her chest and stretched her body before opening her eyes and looking at the four people in front of her.

"So, you're the two who mocked my arrival?" She said looking at Blake and Henry.

"W...we didn't mean it.. hones-" Henry began to blurt out but it was too late, the woman had pointed her finger at the two of them and purple electricity began crackling around their bodies. Their clothes were burned away as their bodies levitated as the two of them twitched and squirmed, Blake's glasses falling to the floor.

Trish and Ted backed up in shock at what they were witnessing, still speechless with their jaws hanging open.

Soon Blake and Henry's bodies were completely covered by black clouds which began swirling around them along with the electricity flashing, their screams of pain filling the room. Soon there came the sound of bones cracking and flesh rearranging and tightening as their screams turned more feminine, and during the occasional flash of electricity Trish and Ted could see their silhouettes inside the black clouds twisting and contorting as their figures became thinner and more delicate, along with certain areas becoming a lot more pronounced. During this their screams of pain shifted to moans of pleasure, then to slightly more animalistic sounds. Before long the clouds began to dissipate as their bodies became visible.

Trish and Ted stared in shock at the sight of what was formerly Blake and Henry, now in their place stood two women wrapped in black fur robes that draped down to the floor but left their bodies visible from the chest and shoulder area up. Their skin was now chalk white with pointed eyebrows and long black hair with short fringes. They had eyeliner that went off in streaks to the sides of their faces whilst black liquid dripped from their now whited out eyes. Their lips were also black and their noses were studded; their now pointed ears had circular black earrings and they each had a small necklace with a skull around their necks. They crouched there snarling with vampire-like fangs as their delicate hands with pointed black nails ran across their bodies.

"Come now my pets." The woman said causing the two of them to slink over to her crouching down behind her on each side.

"W.. what did you do to them?!" Ted yelled in a fearful tone.

"Oh them, I made them into my personal demonic hell spawn, they'll be keeping me company from now on, doing my bidding for the rest of their existence." She said as she ran her hands over their heads.

"Oh but don't worry your friends won't complain." She said with a grin.

"Now, I think introductions are in order." She said clapping her hands together.

"I am Kiniva, high ranking Demon Mistress of Hell." She announced with a grin, however noticing the lack of change on Ted and Trish's still shocked expressions her grin turned to a look of disappointment.

"Is that really how you respond to my presence!" She said angrily, before then calming down and looking intently around the room.

"Now, I believe I have business to attend to here." She continued as she very slowly began walking towards Ted and Trish, her hips swaying gracefully as she put one foot in front of the other, clearly knowing how to carry herself in the sexiest way possible with her figure silhouetted against the roaring flames behind her.

"W.. what do you want?" Trish asked nervously as she and Ted held each other fearfully as they backed up further into the corner of the room.

"Well, my loyal follower has spent many years waiting for this day." She said turning her head gesturing towards Angela.

"Wait.. what?!"

"Oh yes Ted, Angela here is the latest in a long line of followers going back over 100 years, dedicated out of shier multi-generational loyalty." She said turning around giving Angela a smile.

"Oh yeah well taste this!" Trish yelled pulling out a large crucifix and pointing it at Kiniva.

"What do you think I am, a Vampire?!" Kiniva replied angrily raising a hand to her face as she snapped her fingers causing the crucifix to erupt into flames in Trish's hand.

"Guess you didn't notice the crosses on my face." She said pointing to her face.

"But that's a holy item, it should repel you!" "Well you see Trish when you're as powerful as I am there isn't really much that can stop you, displaying that on my body wasn't enough to tell you that." She replied holding up her cross patterned nails. "Anyway enough of the small talk, I have things to do here." "What things?" Ted asked. "Well firstly I awarded my loyal follower who will now willingly accompany me back to hell as my apprentice, and those two boys were just a warmup, it's about time I had some real fun, starting with you Trish." "What are you talking about, why me!? Wasn't Blake and Henry enough?" "Oh no they were being punished for being impolite to a Demon, but you have much deeper sins." Kiniva replied with a chuckle. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean, my follower latched on to your group due to your interests in my realm, but you didn't want to summon me to discover new worlds, new experiences, you just wanted to boost your ego."

Trish looked speechless. "It's no secret, you wanted to conduct this ritual just to prove you were right over all those other people, just knowing that I existed was enough, but you knew the danger I posed to the world and yet you went ahead without a care in the world. You didn't even show concern over your two companions over there being made into unholy creatures of hell, and that's not even the worst of it."

Trish was beginning to turn red as Ted looked at her confused.

"What's she talking about?" "Oh Ted didn't you know, she only let Henry tag along because she and Angela knew that in all of the previous rituals they had a sacrifice for me." Kiniva replied. "Is that true?" Ted asked Trish. "I...It didn't matter, he was a bully to me for two years straight back in middle school, he had it coming!" Trish blurted out through tears as she let go of Ted.

Ted stood there even more horrified and confused. "Oh Trish, it's alright. Doing something that horrible is considered admirable where I'm from." Kiniva replied as she stepped close to her.

As Trish stood there a sniveling mess Kiniva took her in her arms and held her close, running a hand over her hair.

"I'm proud of what you've done, you're officially a corrupted soul." Kiniva replied before lifting Trish's head up so they were face to face. "And you know what happens to corrupted souls." She said as her voice became much deeper before her eyes began to glow red as she held Trish in place who was screaming desperately as she tried to escape.

Trish let out a loud gasp as her waist was crushed inwards by a corset that had materialized over her torso, the binds creaking and tightening. A long black dress billowed out from the bottom of the corset covering her legs as it puffed out, and whilst it wasn't visible she could feel her feet raise as her trainers morphed into heels whilst her clothes under the dress vanished and were replaced with more appropriate undergarments. Her clothes on her upper body began to change also, with the neckline of her shirt widening and lowering down exposing an ample amount of cleavage that was being raised up by the corset, whilst her outer jacket darkened as it morphed into the upper section of the dress, with puffy shoulders, long black sleeves and dotted gloves that left her hands visible through them. An elaborate necklace formed around her neck along with earrings whilst makeup materialized onto her lips, giving them a dark gold coat whilst her eyebrows and eyes also became adorned with makeup. With the way she looked now she looked as though she belonged to a different time period.

Trish could barely express her shock at what she was experiencing as Kiniva held her in place by the head, forcing her to stare at her glowing red eyes as Trish could only imagine what was happening to her body. As Kiniva loosened her grip on Trish's head Trish's blonde hair began turning a dark brown as it lost it's frizzy look as it began to elegantly drape down her shoulders in a slightly curled appearance, before it suddenly began whipping around as it reformed on top of her head into an extravagant yet still elegantly styled bun.

Trish was speechless as she took in her new appearance, but soon noticed her whole body beginning to fade in colour; her clothes and skin were draining into a more washed out colour, but more disturbing was how her entire form was beginning to look old and flakey, not like an older person but rather like her skin and clothes were now made of a weathered material.

"Ted... help me.. please.." She begged but her voice was fading too, becoming quieter until no sound came from her lips, even her movements were becoming much slower and weaker, almost as though she'd fall apart if she wasn't careful. The sounds of her body stiffening and hollowing out continued as she froze in place with a vacant expression and her arms reaching up to her hair. Whilst she still maintained her shape she didn't look like an actual human anymore, instead she looked more like a paper model of herself.

Kiniva grinned as she drew a rectangle in the air with her finger, which morphed into a large old fashioned picture frame that floated behind Trish and lay on the floor. She then blew Trish a kiss that caused her hollowed out form to fall backwards. Ted tried desperately to catch her before she hit the frame but didn't make it in time, however instead of just hitting the frame she was absorbed into it, melting through until she was but a two-dimensional image, with the canvas taking in the weathered appearance that her skin had. Ted backed up in horror at what he'd just witnessed.

Kiniva lifted the frame from the floor as she inspected it with a grin.

"Well Trish you did like to use people like they were objects, now let's see how you like it being one." She said before propping the frame up against the wall.

"Oh God." Ted said shuddering in shock after what he'd just witnessed. "Sorry God's not here right now, you're stuck with me." Kiniva responded turning her attention towards him. "Oh don't worry about her, she's in a dimension where well... let's just say she's not going to want to leave anytime soon." "So are you gonna kill me now?" Ted asked nervously. "Well I would, or I'd turn you into another hell spawn, but unfortunately you've got something that's too valuable to waste." "What?" Ted asked fearfully. "An uncorrupted soul and genuine curiosity in what lies beyond, unlike that other mortal I just dealt with." She Replied. "Her name was Trish." Ted said with a hint of anger. "See, there it is! Even after knowing that she was willing to sacrifice another human life you still feel pity for her after what I did to her, plus you showed compassion for your other friends that I dealt with, that's the sign of an uncorrupted soul." Kiniva replied sounding impressed.

"But I can see you, what you want to know. You want to know what it's like where I'm from, and not to boost your ego or to get some rush out of it, you're just genuinely curious aren't you? You're not even really afraid of it, you tell yourself you are but you know you're not." Kiniva continued as she got closer to him. "I can show you. You can experience what it is like to be a being not of this realm, to be like.. me." She said now being right in front of Ted. "What do you say?" "I.. what will I be?" Ted asked. "Something very familiar." She replied before wrapping her arm around his head and pulling him in for a kiss.

Initially Ted was taken aback, but something was beginning to happen to him, and whatever it was felt really.. really good. The two of them began to become more passionate as they kissed each other, but as they kept going Ted's hair began to turn white as it slowly stretched down his head until it was identical in colour and style to Kiniva's.

His whole body started changing with his torso, arms and legs thinning out as his skin turned very pale and less blemished than before, in fact his skin was now incredibly smooth. As he reached up an arm to Kiniva's head his hands became more delicate and petite whilst his nails turned darker and sharper.

As they continued making out Kiniva began to slip Ted's clothes off his body revealing it to now be completely pale and rather delicate looking, but as she held him close she ran her hands up his legs to his waist, causing his thighs to bulge out along with his hips whilst his waist pulled in and his stomach flattened. His feet also looked much more feminine. She ran a finger along his spine which was followed by slight popping noises as his spine repositioned itself as his height shrank, causing his thickening thighs to jiggle.

Kiniva then started to kiss Ted more passionately, but as she stuck her tongue down his throat it travelled down even further into his body as it began reworking his insides, pushing and squishing them into new forms, with Ted seemingly being completely oblivious to what was happening to him.

"This is the best part." She whispered as she ran one hand over Ted's chest and another over his crotch, before she began running her hand up and down his shaft.

Ted moaned as he felt ripples of pleasure all throughout his body. "That's it, let it out." Kiniva said as she continued running her hand up and down, Ted completely oblivious to the shrinking of mass in his crotch.

As Ted stood there with his head back in complete bliss Kiniva's other hand began squeezing his chest, causing slight lumps to plump out.

By now Ted's penis was nearly completely gone, but as the pulses of pleasure ran through his body each pulse caused his penis to shrink whilst the mass on his chest built. "Oh yes, YES! DON'T STOP!" Ted yelled passionately, his voice raising slightly.

Kiniva grinned as she watched as the last traces of Ted's manhood fade, and began rubbing his flat crotch as a slit formed.

"OH... OOH!" Ted's moans were now completely feminine as he placed his hands over his chest as he welcomed the way they began to be filled with his rapidly expanding breasts, which continued to expand with each pulse of pleasure that ran through his body. Kiniva once again pulled him in closer causing Ted's forming breasts to squish up against hers.

As this was occurring the pulses of energy had reached his face, with it audibly cracking and stretching as it became slimmer and softer with each pulse whilst his breasts continued expanding. Whilst most of his facial features were thinning out like his nose and head shape in general, his lips plumped as his eyes grew larger along with his eyebrows becoming sharper and more defined. His eyebrows and eyelids darkened as though they were coated in makeup, whilst his sharpening cheekbones began to glisten slightly along with his lips becoming coated in black. Small cuts in the shape of crosses formed under his eyes as a pair of crosses morphed onto his face, along with a stud on the rim of his nose and on his tongue.

By now he had a pronounced set of breasts on his chest as his facial changes finalized, leaving him looking almost completely identical to Kiniva.

"One last touch." She whispered into Ted's ear who sounded as though he was about to reach climax, before she then pushed her hand into his chest, fazing through his skin which glowed orange as she grabbed his heart and turned it cold.

Ted moaned loudly in release, marking the end of his changes as Kiniva removed her hand from his chest, which was now adorned with what looked like a tattoo of a heart.

"There, now you have the identifying symbol of our type of Demon." Kiniva said to the slightly dazed Ted.

"How's it feel?" Kiniva asked her now doppelganger.

"This is, oh wow!" Ted replied looking down at his new form, still in shock at what he just went through but he strangely felt very accepting of his new situation. "I knew you'd like it."

"But I still don't understnad, why give me this but not Angela?" "Well Angela is a corrupted soul, so she will one day join our ranks, but she has to take the long way round in hell, but as my loyal follower she'll welcome it." "So, what am I going to do now?" Ted asked, a hint of excitement in his feminine voice. "Oh, I've got some ideas." Kiniva replied before her eyes glowed red as red beams shot from her eyes into Ted's.

She then began flooding Ted's mind with new knowledge, the inner workings of hell, the new powers this form allowed him to have as well as a Demon's lust for souls, as well as adjusting his mindset slightly to accommodate the intensity of this new knowledge that he'd, or more accurately she'd be needing, for now she was one with Kiniva. Once the beam had stopped her eyes turned black as a pair of red pupils flashed before returning to normal, signaling the completion of the process.

"Oh, now that feels so much better!" She said grinning with devilish energy as she lay her head back running her hands through her hair. "Thought you'd feel that way." Kiniva replied heading back over to Angela and her pets. "I must be off now, more souls to claim, more carnage to cause."

"Have fun Kiniva." "You too, Kiniva." The original Kiniva replied with a grin as a large black cloud swirled around her, consuming her, Angela and her two pets. It had nearly filled the whole room before it vanished, the fire in the furnaces having died, the hole in the floor that Kiniva rose from having repaired itself and the original Kiniva, along with Angela and her pets had vanished, leaving the room looking exactly as it did when Trish's group first entered it.

The new Kiniva stood there naked now completely silent and alone, before noticing the picture frame propped up against the wall which she picked up and inspected.

"Oh Trish, and to think I used to have a crush on you. Hope you like the view in there, don't worry I'll find a good place to display you." She grinned as she made her way out of the crematorium.

"Ooh, this place looks homely." Kiniva said as she headed off into the darkness of the house.

A few decades later..

"You sure this is a good idea?" David asked. "C'mon David, this house has stood here completely abandoned for years, people are too afraid to go near it because apparently some people went missing here back in the 80's." Brad replied. "So remind me why we're going in again?" "Because there's all the rumors about 'something' still occupying the house, so this is our chance to prove it, plus even if there's nothing this place was abandoned, so there's probably stuff in there worth millions, and seeing as it's 3:00 AM no one's gonna see us take anything." "Fine okay okay I'll go in with you." David replied reluctantly. As the two friends began making their way along the path towards the front door of the house, they were taken aback when the front door creaked open revealing the decrepit inside of the house along with the sight of a beautiful tall pale faced woman in a black dress with white hair.

"Hello boys, why don't you come inside, it's been years since anyone's visited."

The end?

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fucker-anon · 4 years ago

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Puppeteer Headcanons

K so this mans has been living in my head rent free since I first laid eyes on them (like 2013) so here are my headcanons about their backstories, personalities, and more. Some are inspired by the original stories and lore, some are inspired by other bloggers, some are me self-projecting. Warning there are mentions of dark themes so keep caution. Also i am not a writer, (im sorry) @creepy-bi-day enjoy!!

Puppeteer~

Backstory:

Puppeteer was born as Jonathon Blake on July 23, 1974

Mother was Hispanic, dad was American. He grew up speaking Spanish and English. He also never really got along with both sides of the family cause he’s mixed (they didn’t like that). They kinda preferred his siblings.

had 4 younger siblings (3 girls, 1 boy). He was 4 years older than the second child.

ever since he could walk he was obsessed with musical theater. For a while his family was able to Johnny to theater camp. Stopped after the 3rd child was born due to financial reasons

parents were working full time to take care of their family. meant Johnny was basically acting like a 3rd parent. good news was he was able to take care of all 4 of them and meet their basic need of being fed, staying clean etc. bad news it meant that he was taking care of them 24/7 and was constantly tired and not taking care of himself. Started to develop symptoms of depression, but couldn’t get help due to the stigmas around mental health + he’s a guy.

got worse in highschool when his work load increased and he wanted to do more in drama and music but couldn’t cause he had to take care of his siblings. He also didn’t make many close friends except for one girl in his drama class Erma.

Erma was his best friend and they started dating in their second year of highschool. She helped him as much as she could with his mental health, their studies, and even helped babysit some days. They brought out the best in each other.

Erma loved dance and wanted to become a ballerina, but her parents tried to keep her focus on studies. They did allow her to take theater which she also loved. Her parents were very strict and controlling so she had to hid her relationship.

It wasn’t until the second child turned 13 (johnny was 17), when she started to help out more with the other three siblings (12f, 9f, 7m). Thanks to her help and now they were in a better financial position, johnny was able to join plays and bands which had afterschool practices.

He was really good. He discovered he was born with perfect pitch and was able to get the lead in a play in his final year. This was also when he was able to score a scholarship so some of his uni fees would be paid for.

he decided to major in theater and wanted to go on Broadway or at least become a drama teacher

however when apply for uni, Erma’s parents discovered their relationship and they offered Erma a choice, break up with johnny or else they wouldn’t pay for Erma’s schooling. They hated johnny mostly due to racism and the fact that he wasnt going into a “stable career”. Erma choose to break up with Johnny but didn’t want to tell him these reasons cause she knew that it would upset him. So instead she told him that she’s fallen out of love and wanted to break up.

Johnny agreed mostly to make her happy, but this started his spiral downwards.

Johnny didn’t have any friends other than Erma, he also went to uni in a different city so he didn’t have his family there. His depression got really bad, and he ended up isolating himself and failing first term. He decided to kill himself via hanging. Problem is he wasn't heavy enough to kill himself right away, so he was suffering for hours.

He spent his last few hours allowing himself to finally “be selfish” and allowed himself to be angry at his family, Erma, and his overall life.

due to this anger, he was able to come back as a ghost, wanting others to feel the same pain as him.

when he came back he was able to change his body into his idea of a perfect vessel, some improvement were making himself taller, better hair, clear face, smooth voice, bigger dick. and now feeds off of negative energy

Personality:

cold-hearted, cunning, manipulative, a smooth talking, somewhat charming. this is the very carefully crafted version of Puppeteer, He’s the guy who could talk you into doing anything, mostly stuff like jumping off a bridge

however once you get close to him, you see more of Johnathon than puppet. He is very protective of his close friends, will fuss over them and scold them if they aren’t taking care of themselves

good luck getting there tho. After Erma he really had a hard time opening up to ppl due to his fear that they will all leave him at one point.

Powers:

he feeds off of negative energies, the more trauma the better (finally imma a snack), so he usually influences his victims into a deep depressed state where they off themselves. However once he started hanging out with the creeps (mansion au), he really didn’t need to do that since everyone is a lil fucked up. He just feeds off a little bit of everyone, so that no one is really affected. At this point, he probably has enough energy to outlive the fucking queen

He’s a ghost so he can levitate at most like 10 m above the ground, and if he focuses, he can go through walls and become invisible.

he has golden strings due to the ectoplasm inside of him (make his eyes and mouth glow to). This strings are like limbs, They are tough to break but if you do its gonna hurt him a lot. They can extend up to 60 ft, and are about 1 cm thick.

Fun Facts (cause idk how to categorize these)

lots of trauma, need therapy. he feels a lot of shame for what happened and only opens up to his very close friends. again born in 70′s, theres the toxic masculinity and some internalized homophobia.

still a theater kid!! love musicals and can still sing and play guitar. His vocal cords are a lil more sensitive cause the whole hanging thing, but as long as he warms up, can has the range baby. also has Macbeth memorized

can still cook. while he doesn’t like his past and doesn’t need to eat. He wrote down all of the recipes he knew and will sometimes make them again

dick is 6.5 inchs soft 7.5 hard, i know y’all wanted to know. if also like 6′2 tall. tall big boi

i hc him as pansexual. yea he rather died again than admit that he loves someone, but he won’t care about gender. he still is cis tho.

he does fuck. not often but occasionally. slightly lower sex drive than average

grunge king. he grew up in poverty and he great at diy. very leans more punk grunge but can be soft grunge depending on his mood. love beanies and his hair is a little longer than chin length with lots of layers. He is tempted to shave off the sides of his head tho. also has grunge and punk music on his playlists.

bad with tech. like the opposite of ben. gets called an old man since he couldn’t figure out how the tv remote works.

he doesn’t grow facial hair, doesn’t like the look.

acts like he’s too proper to cuss, but he does.... a lot

experienced some racism while growing up so he does say ACAB

probably has some piercings or tattoos or both

still is depressed, has some tough days, but doctor ej gets him pills to help and he has a good support system

shit this was a lot so Helen is next with another post. ill get into their friendship and relationships with other in a whole new post if yall like it. someone tell me if this gives joy cause i could write an essay on this man

#puppeteer #creepypasta puppeteer #idk how to tag this man #jonathon blake #creepypasta

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rezdogsyonder · 4 years ago

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I’ve stolen a prompt from @mcudarklibrary, here is the list here. All credit goes to them, and this was in no way my idea, but I did want to write using these prompts. No one notices the reader missing from the party + Reader has to stay quiet in the library.

Also I put two dresses, so you can visualise the look I’m going for and length I have in mind, I don’t mention any colors or any specific size of woman. (Besides height) But I think a dark colored dress is best suited yenno?

Pairing: Loki x Tall!Reader

Summary: There is a new member in the Avengers, everyone seems to hate him but maybe you will like him as much as he likes you.

Warnings: Dark!Loki, non/dub-con(more dub than non but she did explicitly say no), unprotected sex, superserum!reader, Loki using his powers, choking, manipulation? (It feels like manipulation to me, like guilt tripping), double penetration, oral male and female receiving, mentions a cockwarming

**********

“Are you ready yet?” Nat asked from the your bed.

“Just another coat of mascara.” Holding your mouth open while you brush your eyelashes. A weird habit that everyone seemed to have. Taking a step back to look at yourself you’re pleased with what you see.

Your dress fitting you well, your make up being so close to perfect you wonder how you managed to do it. Bold lips, and some eyeshadow to make your eyes pop, tying your entire look together.

“Let’s go, we’re getting close to fashionably late.” She stood up after finishing strapping her heals. Even with her stilettos she wasn’t even up to your shoulder, she might have if you hadn’t worn heels as well. You like heels and you aren’t going to cater to any men to make them feel comfortable.

The only exception would be Tony or Bruce, but they are mature and secure with themselves so they would never ask anyways.

Tony’s party tonight is to celebrate the welcoming of a new Avenger. He’s not particularly fond of the new addition, but he is always looking for a reason to have a “small” gathering.

You don’t know about him yet, but you know you want to form your own opinion about him. It wasn’t his fault, he was being controlled by Thanos, manipulated by the fact that he felt unwelcome in his own family. Asgardian technology or magic or whatever showed evidence of mind control. But being raised to believe he’s a monster didn’t help anything either. Your heart went out to him. He didn’t even seem to feel comfortable in his true form.

Hoping you’ll get a chance to talk to him tonight, you pull yourself out of your thoughts. Time to focus on the party, you and Steve will most likely be the ones dragging everyone back to their rooms when they’re too drunk to walk.

Getting into the elevator, you ask Friday to take you to the top floor. It was a short ride and when the doors opened it revealed a green and gold color scheme.

“Well the party is for Loki, but don’t you think they went a little overboard?” She mumbled over to you.

“Huh, yeah maybe a little bit.” You smiled and held your finger and thumb mm’s apart. “Just a smidge.”

Natasha grabbed your arm and wrapped it in hers, “Lets get some drinks, come on, I’ll make you one that I know you’ll like.” Weaving through the large crowd.

**********

I saw you walk in, I’ve seen you many times before as well. Not allowed to talk to you or the other members of the team outside of Thor or Stark. I’ve seen you covered in blood, in sweatpants with sleep still in your eyes, but I haven’t seen you like this before. You were breath-taking.

I had hidden my fondness with you so far, but with everyone else’s unwillingness to talk to me, I’ve decided not to approach you first, hoping you would come to me. I don’t want to feel your rejection, which would most definitely happen if I just walk up to you.

Besides, the red head you were with would most definitely verbally rip my throat out if I got anywhere near. Thor brought Asgardian mead the last time he went through the bifrost, and plenty of it.

Sipping on my ale, I try to gain the courage I need to be able to just be here. Even if you only say my name in disgust it will be enough because I know that one day, you will be saying it with adoration.

Just as the way I have always said your name.

**********

“Nat I don’t know why you waste the alcohol on me, it’s not like I can get drunk.”

“This,” she held up a glass bottle that looks to be an antique, “is no regular alcohol. Now quit complaining and try... this.” She finished pouring a pink fruity smelling liquid and pushed the glass your way.

You bring the glass up to your lips and it tasted like a very sweet berry lemonade. You doubted this had any alcohol in it. It tasted just like juice, and you can’t smell anything bad about it.

“Are you trying to trick me or something,” you smiled, teasing her and held out your hand, “can I see the bottle?”

She handed it over with a smirk, and you smelt it, and god it is the worst thing you have ever smelt. Rotting honey and yeast, or maybe it’s more like apple cider vinegar. You quickly hand it back, coughing a little as if it’ll get that rancid smell out of your nose.

“What is that?” You’re about to gag, so you take a drink of the lemonade.

“Asgardian Mead. Who knew even literal gods like to party?” She laughed a little looking at the bottle with wonder before setting it back down underneath the counter. “So what do you think?” She gestured to your cup.

“You actually put that in there? You can’t even tell, how?” You’re drinking it again, genuinely wondering how she did it because she’s an absolute miracle worker.

“Strawberry banana purée, miracle whip, berry inclusions, vanilla extract, and a lemonade that had a lot of sugar. Like enough to make it into a syrup.”

“I can’t even taste banana! You’re magic I swear, can you show me?” You chugged the last of it and got behind the bar with her. You don’t want to bother her for more drinks later tonight because you know that you will want many more.

She shows you through the steps and still are in disbelief when you see the mead being poured in, she used more than you thought she would. Meaning that it is stronger than you gave credit for.

You start feeling a bit tipsy as she finishes it up, “Thank you so much, you are honestly the best.”

“No problem, but you should be thanking Thor, he brought it.” She pointed behind you with a flip of her hair she was walking towards Bruce who was talking to Clint at the other end of the bar.

You look in the direction she gave and through the large crowd you see him in the back corner, surrounded by Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Loki. The man of the hour. Might as well congratulate him while you’re over there.

Hopefully you won’t make a fool of yourself.

**********

“Heyy.” Drawing out the word way longer than it needs to, you go to sit in the space between Loki and Thor. Plopping down in an uncoordinated fashion, but careful not to spill your drink.

“Lady Y/N, how wonderful it is for you to join us. Tell us, are you enjoying tonight’s festivities?” He is his usual joyful self as he brings his arm around your shoulder pulling you close.

“Yes actually, thank you for bringing the drinks, I really appreciate it.”

“Ah, it is nothing. I have heard of your problems with the earthly ale, and I thought I could be of service. To the captain and soldier as well!” He raised his cup, to which you cheered.

“Actually what is mead? ‘Cause I smelt some of it and jesus it smells so bad.”

“It is honey, water, and sugar, fermented for hundreds of years, sometimes thousands. I believe it is a 100 percent alcohol by volume in Midgard terms. The magical properties however make it stronger.” Loki answered the question, after seeing Thor’s unknowing expression. You turn to him, not realizing how close you were sitting to the two of them. You shift in your seat to face him a little better.

“Whoa... what is the regular alcohol by volume percent?” You take another drink, his eyes trained on you.

“10-12 percent for the average wine.”

“How is it that you’re not even from here, but you know more about the alcohol here than me?” You teased, your feeling more comfortable with the liquid courage running through you.

He gave a small smile, “I just enjoy reading.”

“Well, mister bookworm, congratulations on becoming an avenger. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” You held your hand out for a handshake.

“Ah yes of course, I am Loki Laufeyson, son of Odin and Freya.” He grabbed your fingers, twisting your hand so he may kiss your knuckles. His hand and lips were cold, and you feel a burn in your cheeks. Was he making you blush?

“Y/N L/N,” You said breathlessly.

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Your face felt on fire as you couldn’t suppress a small giggle. He smiled once more, rubbing his thumb over you fingers before letting it rest on your thigh.

“So what were you guys talking about?” You scooch into your seat a little more, the action bringing you closer to the man on your right. Which did not go unnoticed by Loki.

He couldn’t focus on anything but you, the conversation going on without him. Not that he minded. It was unbelievable that you’re were acting this way to him. Had you truly seen through his past transgressions?

**********

The rest of the night you spent talking to the group and sneaking glimpses of Loki. He has been awfully quiet, seeming to prefer listening over talking.

“Hey, are you not enjoying the party?” You half whispered over to him. Unable to fully be quiet.

“I am enjoying your company, and that is enough.”

“You said you like books right?” You reach past him to set your now empty glass on the table behind him, making you face to face, noses almost touching.

“I believe I have said that,” he nodded and licked his lips.

“Meet me at the elevator in 5 minutes?” You sat back, hand on his thigh ready to stand up.

“Of course, but the party?”

“It’s not like anybody will notice I’m gone, and I’ve got something to show you.” You stood up and made your way to the bar once more to make yourself a drink to take with you. Using a tall glass this time.

**********

You had your drink and you were walking to the elevator trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. Probably failing at that since you were a little past tipsy but not quite drunk. It’s a wonder how you are still walking in heels.

Mission completed, you were at the elevator and nobody stopped you and nobody too close noticed you were leaving. With the guest of honor too.

“How punctual,” you tease once you’re in the elevator, you push the button for floor 84. 9 floors below the two of you.

“I would hate to keep a lady waiting. Now where are we going, might I ask?” You look at him and realize just how handsome he is, his black suit fitting him well, really well, and he is also a little bit taller than you with your heels.

“It’s a surprise, you’ll just have to wait and see.” You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You’re actually feeling excited for the first time in a while. While also hoping you made a new friend.

“Ok, close your eyes.” You stand in front of his and put your hand over both eyes. His hands brushed yours before putting his arms down.

“As you wish.” The elevator doors opened with a little ding.

“Ok walk forward and I’ll lead you.” You giggled, you took your hand from his face but you took his hand in yours, he followed your directions around the tables until he was in the middle of the room.

“Open.” You weren’t even trying to hide you smile anymore. You wondered what he thought of the library. “It’s a replica of the library in Amsterdam, ours is just bigger though.”

“It is indeed very impressive.” He looked around for a few seconds and let out a sigh, “why... why are you doing this?” He leans over grabbing the top of the chair next to him, he looked to you, but you’re speechless.

“...What do you mean?” You take a sip of your drink before setting it on the table beside you.

“I should have to earn your trust, you shouldn’t just give it blindly. Why aren’t you like the rest of your team?” He straightened his posture and rubbed his face; covering his mouth waiting for your answer.

“I..uh. I just thought that I could relate, being controlled, having no freewill. I just thought of what I wanted when everyone refused to talk to me, I just wanted someone to talk to. Someone who would be nice.” It makes your chest hurt hearing his voice sound so sad, broken. “And I am like the rest of my team, we know what it’s like to feel like you do right now. We just don’t know how to deal, you know?”

“You mean there was a point when you couldn’t control yourself?” He looked you in the eyes, and they were glazed over, as if they’ll start watering soon.

“Yeah, they didn’t have you go through everyone’s files when you got here?”

He shook his head, and looked away.

“Well maybe you should talk to them about their pasts, but I can tell you that I know exactly how you feel. 3 years ago I escaped from Hydra, I was their weapon along side Bucky. He escaped first, so I was left to pick up the slack on missions, some of which involved killing very important people.” You turn away. “Including good people. They took my free will away, even now if you were to say a string of words I would have no choice but to comply. I even thought I was a lost cause but the team helped me through it. I can’t even see that person as myself anymore, it was so long ago. The invasion was what? 8 years ago? That person isn’t you.”

“Y/N. I had no idea, I apologize for taking your kindness for granted. I’m sorry for upsetting you, it seems I just have a skewed image of how others perceive me.” He takes a few steps towards you, grabbing your arm. “Please don’t think any less of me than you already do.”

You hug him, burying your face in his neck, “I won’t ever think of you as less than. I mean, you are an actual god.” You chuckle trying to ease the tension.

It grows silent in the room, you stay in his embrace but lean back to look at him. His gaze growing darker. You look at his lips and it doesn’t go unnoticed as he leans closer. You can’t help but feel a pull and you begin to close your eyes. As your lips are just a sliver apart, you pull away.

“I’m sorry, it’s against the rules. We can’t.” You try to pull away but his hands are firm around your waist.

“Rules are meant to be broken,” one hand came up to cradle your cheek. “What is the meaning for such a rule if it keeps people apart.”

“The team lost a member for a couple years because of it. Fury made the rule so that we won’t lose any more..” you can’t help but look at his lips but you shake your head. “No I’m not doing this right now... but shouldn’t we at least talk to him about it?”

“No time,” and with that his lips were on yours, devouring you. You moan as he licks your lip asking for entrance, and you oblige. His other hand comes up and he’s holding both sides of your face. You pull his waist closer to you.

You want so badly to continue, but you both were drunk, and you two can get in a lot of trouble with Fury. Actually you don’t remember seeing him drink all that much. Your hands travel up his sides to his shoulders and you try to push him away, but he won’t budge. You stop responding, your lungs feel like they’re gonna burst and you push harder. He finally relented, and you’re left breathing heavily. You were able to push him away as soon as the kiss breaks

You don’t have a chance to say anything before the door opens, revealing Thor, Sif, and the Warrior Three. Loki waves a hand in their direction and it’s as if you two don’t exist.

“They can’t see us but they will hear us if we get too loud. Or I should say if you get too loud.” He whispered in your ear. Which will probably be hard seeing as they all are basically shouting at each other through their conversation.

“Loki we are not doing this, I’m going to talk Fury first thing in the morning when we’re sober, maybe you won’t even want me in the morning. This is probably the alchohol talking,” you try to reason with him and you feel yourself quickly sobering up as this conversation progresses.

You back away from him but each step you take is matched with a step of his own until you bump into the table behind you. The table made a small sound as it skidded less than 6 inches, and your glass spilling over the side.

All five of them look your way and Loki clamps his hand over your mouth. Thor’s eyes darting all over the place.

“Who goes there?”

Loki has you sat upon the table now and he’s still looking around, and you’re too busy staring at him, hoping that he won’t see you, you don’t feel Loki’s other hand slipping down to your clothed heat. Once you did realize you tried pushing his hand away. Squeezing your thighs together.

You feel another pair of hands and you jerk, trying to free your arms. You look back and see another Loki, with the same dark look as the first. He pulls you to lay you down on the table. Keeping your hands firmly in place, while also still covering your mouth. He spread your legs despite your efforts, and stepped between them.

This never happened, you were a super soldier, how is he overpowering you like this? You know Thor has this godlike strength that is almost a match for the Hulk, but does that extend to Loki? Are Jotunns just as strong as Asgardians?

“Do you wish to be caught by my brother, Y/N? What would Fury think? You don’t want to be caught breaking the rules now, do you?” He leaned down to kiss your neck, peppering little pecks everywhere. You shake your head.

“Good girl.” The Loki holding your arms said, he uncovered you mouth and released your hands before he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. “Open up my sweets.” You reluctantly opened your mouth to have his slide his cock between your lips. You close your eyes, focusing on breathing through your nose as he keeps going deeper with each thrust. He’s holding your hands down again.

Loki’s hand is under your dress, rubbing you through your underwear. A small moan escaped you, muffled by his dick, and you can tell he felt it by the way his breath hitches. He is rubbing small tight circles in such the perfect rhythm, you begin to feel yourself slowing tensing up and he stops. You almost growl as he denied you even the climb, not letting anything build.

He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them with his spit before he begins to lower himself to your sex, pulling down your panties as well.

You’re not disgusted with his behavior, though you should be. You were more ashamed of yourself, for letting this happen, for leading him on, for every action you made tonight that led to this, even for the fact that you are breaking the number 1 rule that was instilled by Bruce and Nat. But most of all because you are enjoying this. A cock in your mouth and a face between your thighs.

It is getting easier, but he is fucking your face with no mind to if you can handle it. Thrusting slow enough that the table won’t rock, but fast enough that your choking every second. He pushes all the way in holding you there for a couple seconds before he pulls out to let you breath. The action causing your eyes to water up until the tears begin to fall, ruining your mascara.

The first Loki kisses up your thighs slowly, so slow that it is torture and you feel a small heartbeat in your pussy with each kiss that’s climbing higher and higher. You’re holding in every noise that you can, for fear that you will be discovered. You’re only about 10 feet away from Thor for god’s sake. But you thank god that he has gone back to talking with his friends instead of investigating in your spilt drink.

You feel his cool breath breath over your cunt and you’re writhing beneath him, absolutely soaked. He places an open mouthed kiss on your clit, swirling his tongue over it in such a delicious way. Sucking and licking in all the right places, he lets go of your left thigh to insert a single finger into your heat, curling it just enough to hit that spot no one else can seem to find. The difference in temperature making everything just a little more unbearable.

Your legs are over his shoulders and you use them to pull him closer. He receives the message and uses more pressure on your clit, sucking it into his mouth harshly, causing you to arch your back and bucking your hips.

You moan, and it is loud, even through the other Loki’s cock in your throat. You feel the clones hand tightening around your wrists, he thrust deeper causing you to gag silently. You freeze and he doubles his efforts, as if he’s trying to get you two caught. He lets go of your hands and you grab the edge of the table. Needing some sort of stability. The second Loki’s hands going around your throat. Feeling his dick enter your throat, making it bulge with each thrust.

Their speech slowed for a few moments as if they’ll hear it again if they quiet down. Your grip on the edge of the table making it groan, so they are now completely silent listening for anything else. Looking in your general direction.

Loki inserts another finger and he is rubbing that spot with such expertise that it has you seeing stars. He’s sucking on your clit, and you don’t even see the edge before your tumbling over. You can’t control your moan this time, your grip on the table edge tightening so much that you hear cracking until two pieces come off. You’re too blissed out to care about the other people in the room.

“Reveal yourself!” Thor bellows, now angry at the fact someone is toying with him. He is storming towards the table; you drop the splintered wood on the ground, Loki’s clone is gone and you are now able to breath. He picks you up princess style and is swiftly taking you out of the room before Thor reaches the table you have just defiled. Phasing through the door so that you won’t be followed.

Your vision had already returned and there was a slight ringing in your ears when he sets you down to stand. Outside your room it would seem, as you’re now able to take in your surroundings. You can’t get a word in before he is pushing you against the wall, grinding into you, ravishing your neck and chest. You are a mess and your muscles feel like jello.

“Wait... wait! Loki stop!” You were getting your bearings again. Knowing well enough how much trouble you are getting into right now. You normally wouldn’t be a stickler for rules but Fury scares the shit out of you, and you’re kind of angry that Loki didn’t listen to you in the first place.

“Darling, I know how much you want me,” he grabbed your pussy roughly. He lets out a low groan that goes straight to your pussy, the need evident. “Gods, you are soaking. I doubt you want me stopping now, especially when just seconds ago you were mewling and writhing in pleasure.” Each word he’s saying is making you more wet by the second, and it’s because you know he’s right.

He’s now grabbing both of your legs and supporting you on the wall. You can clearly feel the bulge in his pants twitch. He is still leaving you breathless.

“Beg for me, beg for my cock in that sweet little cunt.” You can feel the pressure rising once more as the fabric feels so good against your bare pussy.

“Please, Loki, I need you.” He raises an eyebrow at you, “I need— I need your cock in my pussy. P-please” you let out a groan as you are so close to cumming again.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses you as he barges into your room. Locking the door behind him. He sits in the bed with you in his lap and his arms snake up to the collar in the back, ripping it off of you, not paying any mind to the zipper he just broke. Your left in nothing but your bra and he rips that off of you as well. You would be mad, but you simply can’t think.

You begin pushing his blazer over his shoulders, but with a snap he is fully nude, and painfully hard and prodding your ass. You would get down to your knees, but he flips you when you tried shifting your weight. He has you pinned beneath him and he is rubbing your entrance with his cock.

“We’re you a good girl? Do you deserve my cock?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m a good girl, please. I need your cock” you’re writhing in pleasure and all you can think of is him. He has completely taken you over.

“Good girl.” He thrusts into to the hilt, giving you no time to adjust as he’s already started a steady speed. The pain adding to the pleasure, making your eyes water. You’re sure you looked wrecked.

He fondled your breasts, bringing his mouth down to your nipple as he tweaks the other. You take your nails down his back and he arches, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down with one hand, the other going to your throat again, giving a light squeeze before going to run your clit. The stimulation has you cumming in seconds, tightening around his dick. To which he growls, thrusting harder and overstimulating you. “Oh gods you are tight, such a responsive little thing.”

The feeling has your toes curling, he’s rutting into you much faster now, and he’s still rubbing small circles into your little bundle of nerves and it has you crying out once more as you cum again. You’re sure you’re screaming now, and you’re glad for the soundproofing Tony put in.

He situated the two of you so that you were on top, and you’re trying to ride him, needing him to just move, when you feel something cold on your asshole.

“No, Loki, I can’t.” You exhaled in a breathy moan as he inserts one finger slowly. Another clone has appeared since the one in front of you is tweaking your nipples and sucking hickeys onto your chest.

“Yes you can darling.” He over the blissed our look on your face. “Ah, beautiful.”

One finger becomes two, scissoring inside you, stretching you out. It feels so good, but you need more. Your clawing your fingers down his back once more and you receive a spank in return as the Loki you’re holding arches his back.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me once more? Do you want my seed? You want me to fill you up?” He inserted a third finger and is thrusting them into you faster, one hand going to rub your clit.

“Please... plea-“ you can’t get out a full sentence, just blubbering nonsense.

“What was that?” He smirked, slowing down and grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your head back a little bit.

His actions pulled a sob from you, “plea... please, cum in me.. fill me up please, I’ll be a good girl, please.”

“Such a good little slut, begging for her holes to be filled.” He removed his fingers and slapped your ass then spreading your cheeks apart, making you moan for him. He pushes his cock in inch by inch, and it is torture. You feel so deliciously full, he let you adjust this time before both slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. Never leaving you empty, they build a rhythm.

You feel the tension inside you you getting tighter as they rut into you. You can’t hold back any moans, not even as the second Loki brings his hand around to choke you, pulling you back till your head is resting on his shoulder. Your breasts jiggling with each thrust. He’s placing open mouthed kisses over your shoulder and neck before turning your head and kissing your lips successfully silencing you. The steady slap of skin now being the only sound in the room.

His tongue expertly invading your mouth, your tongue not even put up a fight for domination. He bites your lip tugging on it before resuming the kiss. Your hands clawing at his forearms.

They start going faster, and you can’t take it anymore when you cum again. They both slow down giving you a chance to collect yourself.

“Do not cum again until I say so.” He reaches one arm around you to rub your clit again. By then you are so sensitive are so close to cumming, but you hold back. “I expect us to cum together.” The one in front of you says.

You moan loudly, “please... I can’t. I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can love,” he pulled your hair again, “and you will.”

You feel a mouth at your nipple again, tongue swirling around the peak before a small graze of the teeth. Fingers expertly tweaking the other nipple. Then he switches sides after the process.

The second Loki slaps your ass once.. twice.. three times, before holding your hips to keep the rhythm steady. The pleasure becoming too much and you think you’re about to explode. You’re holding onto him as if he’s your lifeline. Your hands traveling up his arms, around his neck and into his hair. You give it a small tug and it is met with a growl. His hips are stuttering though, so you hold out just a little bit longer. Their grunts and moans sound like heaven. His grip on your hips are for sure going to make bruises.

“Cum for me darling, now.” He practically growled, but you could barely hear it, already falling over the edge once more. He bites your neck as the other sucks on your sweet spot just above your collarbone, the pain mingling with the pleasure, cumming so hard that your vision goes black in the corners, your eyes filling back so hard it’s about to give you a headache. Feeling his warmth spill into your ass and pussy, creating aftershocks that have you twitching.

You collapse onto the first Loki and you know that you will feel everything tomorrow. Loki slowly pulls himself out of your ass, causing you to whimper. He stands up and goes to your bathroom, coming back with a warm wet wash cloth to clean you up with.

He winces as he wipes between your legs, which has you writhing. He also had a makeup wipe, washing away the mascara from your cheeks and the remnants of your makeup from earlier. He kissed your nose when your face is clean. The clone disposed of the wipe and rag and evaporated into the air.

“I apologize my sweets, I should have been gentler with our first time.” He gathers you up in his arms bringing you to lay down properly in the bed, under the covers.

Loki climbs in with you cuddling you close to his chest. You are still on top of him. Your eyes are weak, you are exhausted. His heartbeat lulling you to sleep. You realize his cock is still in you, you lift your hips but he shoves you back down harshly. Sending a jolt through you as you moan again.

“I want to be in you,” he pushed your ass down, causing him to go deeper and drawing a whimper from you. “All night.”

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his neck. Leaving one small peck before letting your eyes drift close. His hands rubbing up and down your back in a soothing gesture before coming to rest at your ass.

“We are so fucked.” You managed. He chuckled.

“Don’t you worry about Fury, my love. All is taken care of.” He kisses your forehead.

You snuggled further into him, getting comfortable, before you’re out like a light.

“You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. Fury won’t take away what is mine.” Kissing your forehead reassuringly.

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Yin&Yang

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader Genre: Bulleted AU, Superhero AU || Action, Romance, Angst, Mystery Length: 6.3k Details: mentions of Johnny, Doyoung, and Sicheng, major character death, happy ending Summary: In a world where certain people obtain superpowers, you are granted the dark and destructive powers of Yin while Mark is granted the bright and positive powers of Yang. Forced to work together, Mark uses his powers of creation to fight evil and you use your powers of destruction to maintain the balance of the world. The superhero gig isn’t full-time, though; you live as a University student, and when Mark becomes your chemistry lab partner, unbeknownst to either of you of your secret identities, a love blooms that seems to be stronger than any disguise you can hide yourselves under. Will Yin&Yang be able to conquer Imitatrice, a new villian who seems to be able to imitate superpowers? Or will it cost Yin&Yang their relationship? Or worse, their lives?

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Yin and Yang are forces that are complementary (rather than opposing) to each other

just like how there can never be day without night or cold without heat

in your city, there can never be yin without yang

any average citizen of your city could tell you that yin&yang are anything but trouble

yin&yang are the city’s heroes

the black and white matching uniforms with complementing masks that cover over half of their faces could be recognized by anyone

children were taught to recognize their figures and how to shout for their help- just in case

people would stop what they were doing and gawk as yin&yang zoom down the streets, cheering them on as they ran to save the city once again

ever since superheroes appeared decades ago, the entire city started to rely on the comforting notion that a superhero will save the day

whether it be from a good-for-nothing criminal that’s involved in petty crimes, or another superpowered human that decided to use their fate-given gift for malicious purposes

these “supervillains”

(a term appropriately coined by the citizens of the city)

are the reason many wealthier people are opposed to superpowers, and have tried to place a ban on the city from allowing superpowers to be used

this law never passed, the people of the city were too adamant on the idea that superpowers did more good than bad

fate granted you the destructive powers of yin

living life as yin was.,.,. mentally scarring, to say the least

to have the ability to destroy anything you touch from existence was.... a bit difficult to get used to

and finding out that your superpower matched with this other random kid’s superpower (better known as yang)

and finding out that the two of you balance out and help keep the world from falling apart

it was just a little too much for hormone-filled teenagers

despite that, you and yang have worked together for several years to stop criminal acts

yang has the power to create anything he wants

weapons, tools, literally anything you could think of

with one exception

you had to destroy something of the same caliber in return, to keep the balance of matter in the world

this led to years of fighting crime together

and years of being pushed into the shadow of yang’s accomplishments

at first, you didn’t mind that people only saw you as someone who destroyed things

you were glad that yang was confident enough to handle the press because at that point in time, you weren’t

yang was always at your side

he was always reminding you that he couldn’t do his part without you

to you and him, you were a team- it didn’t matter what other people thought

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on a bright and fresh morning in the downtown area of your city, a shapeshifter wreaks havoc, disturbing several people’s day and destroying businesses and property

you and yang run towards downtown, the wind whipping past your faces and the cheers of people with their cameras pointed at you encouraging you to go faster

you both stop in front of the shapeshifter- you couldn’t really tell what it shifted into

some sort of hybrid between a lion and something with wings with big horns on its head

both of your minds go into a fritz at the sight in front of you- you’ve never had a fight with something that looked this non-human

“you got a plan for this one, yang?” you quietly asked your partner beside you- slowly backing up as the creature catches sight of you

“of course I do, smiles” even during times of stress, yang still throws out his endearing pet name for you with a smile

you relax, knowing that yang is confident makes you feel confident, too

“I just need some time” yang finishes

almost like an answer to a prayer, lissome comes from the opposite direction

his flexible and stretchy limbs propelling him further down the street- his green suit stretching with him and reflecting in the morning sun

behind him is foreshadow, a tall and lanky man with hair as black as the night and a suit as blue as the deep sea

although you and yang were the only superheroes that work together, lissome and foreshadow are known to help you out when a particularly stubborn supervillain appeared

“lissome! foreshadow! I know how we can catch the shapeshifter, I need a diversion!” yang yelled out

with one shared look, foreshadow and lissome took action

foreshadow used his ability of calculating the shapeshifters next movements and pointed that lissome should go the opposite direction

lissome’s malleable limbs seemed to catch the shapeshifter off guard and the constant movement from foreshadow seemed to confuse the supervillain, it was barely able to keep its eyes straight with all the movement from your two helpers

while all this was happening, yang quickly pulls your attention and points towards the multiple clothing lines hanging between two apartment buildings not too far away

knowingly, you sprint towards the buildings and begin to climb up the fire escape

“yin, hurry” you hear a cry from below you

you hang off of the fire escape with your right hand holding onto the railing for dear life, your left hand reaches out to the clothing line

you quickly envision the clothing line out of existence as your fingertips start to turn black with your power generating through you

and with one simple touch, the entire clothing line disappears, almost as if it wasn’t there to begin with, and reappears in yang’s hands in the form of a net

without much thought, yang, lissome, and foreshadow throw the heavy netting over the shapeshifter, stopping it from moving around

the supervillain lets out groans as it tries to shift into something that will break through the net

but it seems that fatigue takes over, and the shapeshifter returns to its normal human form

soon, the police task force used to detain superpowered humans show up and relieve the odd group of superheroes from the supervillain

and from all the ruckus of law enforcement, antidote shows up

his tall figure looms over the street, and as he walks everything behind him slowly moves into its correct place

the scratches left on cars that are parked on the side of the street are gone, the cracks in the concrete from the fighting are sealed, and even the heavy netting used to capture the shapeshifter is now once again turned into the clothing lines that hang between the two apartment buildings

antidote was the only one to ever be able to reverse what you and yang do

when you first met him at the beginning of your crime fighting career, he was a scary, tall guy whose powers seem to be stronger than yours

but slowly, you and yang realized that antidote was just a fellow superhero who would look out for you with all his might

antidote greets the four of you as a crowd forms, several cameramen and anchors ready to pounce on you to ask questions on your latest capture

more like ask yang about his most recent capture

his white mask does nothing to hide the smile on his face as he talks to the press animatedly about the events that went down

“one day, im gonna be busy and won’t be able to come and clean up after you kids and you’ll regret it” you almost don’t hear antidote’s groaning from beside you as you watch yang

his cool and calm demeanor calms down the citizens who are listening and you quietly admire his way with words- you’re quickly reminded why he is the city’s favorite superhero

“you say that every time we all show up together, but you always arrive on time...?” foreshadow grills from the other side of you and before a cat fight can break out, yang makes his way over to you

“great job today, guys! I know you all say you work alone, but I think we make a great te-”

“no thanks, one of us already has to deal with you taking all the credit for their work, I don’t want that weight on me, too”

an awkward air settles over the group and it seems like the comment put you in the center of attention, even though no one was looking at you

“yeah... I'd love to stay and continue this thrilling conversation, but I have places to be. until next time.” you end the conversation coldly

the four of them watch as you run through the crowd that parts like the red sea for you, fear propelling them away

away from your superpower

you’ve never used your power on a person before

you promised yourself you never would- that killing is not the answer to anything that you come across in this line of work

but no one wanted to find out what would happen if you did

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after quickly changing into your regular clothes, you make your way to your first class of the school year

although you love being a superhero, it wouldn’t pay the bills in the future

so you were a college student outside of your superhero persona

(yes, it was difficult to juggling both of these parts of your life)

(yes, you were stressed)

(yes, you were going to continue being yin- there were too many people that count on you and yang to save the city to just drop the superhero side of your life)

you made your way into your chemistry lab, greeting the professor and the professor’s assistant

the assistant’s name tag read “doyoung” and he showed you the seating assignment

once you sat down, the door to the lab opened once again

mark stumbled in, his backpack half open and hanging off one of his shoulders as he balanced his water bottle, phone, and several papers in his hands

before mark knew what was happening, he was falling over his own two feet with his phone flying up in the air and his papers falling to the floor

in one swift and fluid movement, doyoung grabbed mark’s arm to stabilize him, placing his foot down on the papers so they wouldn’t move away

when mark looked up at his savior, doyoung held mark’s flying phone in his other hand

mark’s gaze shifted to the other student’s in the class, but somehow no one was aware of the scene that just took place

they were all talking amongst each other and some even had their heads down on their table

“next time, tie your shoes. this is a chemistry lab, clumsiness can be fatal.” doyoung preached and sent a dumbfounded mark to his seat

as he arrived, his things practically fell from his hands and onto the table, getting your attention

when you look up at the ruckus next to you, your breathe leaves you

it feels like you can’t move

like whatever comprehensible thoughts you had before were suddenly erased as you looked at the person next to you

“hi, I'm mark. I’m your lab partner.”

he’s preoccupied with his things but he still smiles, pushing up his round glasses with his fingers and you swear you can’t look away from a sight like this

“im y/n”

mark finally looks at you

and everything suddenly feels right

like the feeling of completing a 1,000 piece puzzle

or the feeling of ending a 1,000 page novel

complete, relieved, and content

you both look at each other for a few more seconds as if the whole world doesn’t matter

“alright everyone, settle down...” the professor interrupts and you and mark snap out of the trance

he takes off his jacket and you gulp down some water from your water bottle because the room just feels a bit too hot for the two of you right now

your mind, that was blank from all thoughts before, was now running a million miles per hour and you try to shake off the weird feeling in your chest

you discreetly glance over at mark

he’s nothing like your type at all

the clumsiness he showed as he came to his seat and the nervous laughs he let out as the professor talked was not something you were usually attracted to

you felt weird to admit it, but you were most attracted to someone like yang, who was cool and confident and almost unbothered

mark tried to listen to the professor as they talked, but his eyes kept wondering over to you

he couldn’t shake off how much you looked like yin

the same hair color and the same shaped eyes, even your lips looked the same

but as soon as the thought came into his mind, he shook it off

yin was a bit... stone cold

the yin he knew wasn’t one to be super warm and fuzzy- they were calculated and decisive

and you sat next to him with sweater paws and an aura of softness around you that made you look so so so inviting

more inviting than yin could probably ever be

(despite that, mark still admired yin... very strongly admired)

so you both sat through your professor’s talking, silently wishing that the other would say something

hoping that you could catch each other’s gazes just once more

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with all of this going on, neither of you notice beatrice, who sits behind both of you

lets talk about beatrice for a bit:

she belongs to a wealthy family, they fund several activities at the university and are well known in the city

(they are well known for hating superpowers as well...)

despite this, beatrice is not that popular on campus

she mostly keeps to herself, and just sticks to her small group of friends (if you can even call them that)

but she has a secret:

she has a superpower

and it’s a dangerous one

she has the ability to know when someone possesses a superpower, and even worse, she has the ability to copy it

this type of superpower is not common, usually superpowers stick to just expanding normal human traits

because of this, beatrice sees herself as someone special, that fate has given her this gift for a reason

when she told her family of her amazing gift, thinking they would accept her and maybe even change their minds about superpowers

she was shocked when they told her to keep it to herself, to not let anyone find out

she was even more shocked when her parents continued to parade around the city with nastiness dripping from their mouths about superpowers

now, sitting behind you and mark, she immediately understands

she understands her purpose

she understands that you are yin and mark is yang

and judging by the way you are acting around each other, you don’t even know it yourselves

she chuckles quietly to herself

“what a bunch of fools”

after peering her head around to make sure no one was paying attention to her

she leans forward in her chair, across the table, and quietly plucks a strand of mark’s hair off of his jacket that hangs on the back of his chair

she quietly forms a plan in her mind as the professor drones on and on

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the next few months are pretty hectic not only for you and mark, but yin and yang as well

you and mark both realize you aren’t that good at chemistry (I mean, who is?)

so you decide to spend some time outside of class to catch up and help each other with your studies

(this was totally because you are lab partners, not because of how you felt towards each other hahahah.,.,. no- not at all)

the library was extra crowded at the beginning of the school year and you and mark found yourselves sitting on the floor during some study sessions because there were not enough tables

when doyoung, your professor’s assistant, ran into both of you studying on the library floor, he helps both of you pick up your things and takes you to a library cafe a few streets away

there were way less people here and many more seats- also, coffee was discounted for students

this is where you met johnny- the owner of the place, and sicheng- a fellow student at your university who works part time at this store

the first time you met them, sicheng was at the cash register of the cafe part of the store, all smiles and low giggles as you, mark, and doyoung gave him your orders

“what is your major, sicheng? I haven’t seen you around?” you ask and lean forward to hear him better

“dance... which is probably why you’ve never seen me before” you both lightly laugh at the small talk, until you feel mark by your side

he gently pushes you away and gives his order to sicheng

mark didn’t really like how your attention was all on sicheng

how you just met him, but you could start up conversation so easily

when you could barely talk to mark without stuttering after several weeks of knowing each other

“what the hell is wrong with me?” mark thinks as he pays

you were just talking to the cashier, that was it, he shouldn’t be feeling like this- for his lab partner, no less

thankfully, you didn’t say anything about his small gesture

as johnny started making your drinks, he walked away from the expresso machine for just a moment

an abrupt clatter caught everyones attention

sicheng was holding the coffee cup to his chest and a bunch of straws were spilled all over the floor and the counter

he gives a shy smile “sorry everyone, the cup was about to fall off the machine. I caught it, though!” and everyone turned back to what they were doing as johnny chastised sicheng about wasting product

(you, mark, johnny, and doyoung found it slightly weird how sicheng was able to catch the cup so fast even though the machine was over five feet away from the cash register)

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you and mark LOVE the library cafe, it was cozy and kinda small

but you could actually sit in chairs to study, and you kept coming several times a week

especially when doyoung was there, he would sit down with you and help you with the concepts you couldn’t understand

one particular day, johnny was moving through the tables and replacing the daily newspaper with the one that has today’s date

as he set it on the table you were working on, your eyes stared at the picture on the front cover and you slowly dropped your pencil to pick up the thick collection of articles

taking up half of the front cover was a picture of yang- it was from a few days ago when you and yang defeated an armed bulgur at the city’s bank

but only yang was in the picture as he handed off the criminal to the police, yin’s figure was in the back- a blur as you moved around

the cameras didn’t even bother to catch your presence

a feeling of anger started to fill the bottom of your stomach

yin was there, too

yin helped capture the bugler, too

you were used to not being on the cover of any newspapers or articles, but for some reason your existence as yin being boiled down to this one blur in a photo made you angry

why weren’t you given any proper credit?

“y/n... are you okay?” mark asked from where he sat next to you

he noticed your tense figure and something propelled him to lift his arm over you and lay it on the back of your chair as he leaned in closer, all his attention on you

his fingertips grazed over your arm, and for some reason you weren’t taken aback by his sudden closeness

you relished in the attention he was giving you and it made you relax

yang deserved the recognition, the amount of people he has saved is immeasurable, and your power... just scared people away

you could deal with it

you have been for this long

“yeah, I'm okay.” you pushed the newspaper onto the table and a plate that was sitting on the edge was pushed off and shattered on the ground, catching johnny’s attention

“oh god, I'm sorry, johnny-”

“no, it’s okay, don’t move. I got it.”

mark eyed the newspaper on the table in front of you

seeing himself as yang would always be weird to him

he picked up the papers with his other hand and looked at the photo a while longer, sighing at the blurry, dark color of yin in the background

mark was glad that people saw him as a hero, but he wished people saw yin as a hero as well

yin puts just as much effort into fighting crime as yang

yin&yang are a team

the city wouldn’t be the same if there was just yang and he wished more people could recognize this

“are you sure you’re okay? you looked... not like yourself just now?” mark is brought down to earth from his thoughts when johnny repeats the question

“yes, johnny. thank you. I'm just... a little stressed with all this work, you know?”

johnny seemed to accept your answer “you guys don’t work yourselves too hard, okay?”

you, mark, and doyoung all nodded and johnny bent down to retrieve the plate, picking it up and setting it back on the table and walking away to continue his business

all three of you looked at the plate

it was whole

not in pieces like it was moments ago

and almost as if everyone at the table could read each others minds

you all left it alone

returning to your books and notes, quietly noting the small incident, but not daring to speak of it to each other

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as for your feelings towards mark, they kept coming

you thought that maybe after spending some time together, they would gradually go away

maybe you would find somethings that you hated about him- he must have some sort of faults... right...?

but no, it seemed like someone, somewhere, wanted both of you to keep these feelings for each other

you even tried to find things you don’t like about him

like the fact that he’s super clumsy

(how could you hate the small blush that covered his cheeks when he asked you to help him carry his things, or when you catch the sleeve of his jacket and pull him away from stepping into a puddle or running into a door?)

or the fact that he laughs at everything... I mean EVERYthing, even if it’s not funny

(how could you deny the fact that his giggle sounds so much like yang’s???)

as for mark- he lets himself fall

he falls completely into his feelings for you, at first by accident, but after getting to know you more- he is relieved that he allowed himself the pleasure of loving you

you were different from what he thought he wanted, but he accepted it wholeheartedly

your soft smiles, your hard-working mind set, whatever it was- he fell for it all

unfortunately, these feelings translated to yin&yang as well

the feelings were there because you and mark were yin&yang- but neither of you knew that

which just added to the confusion and made both of you wonder:

who was underneath the mask of your crime fighting partner?

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on one particular night, after catching yet another criminal and handing them over to the police, you and yang made yourselves scarce from the scene

yang noticed your hunched posture and walked faster to catch up to you

he grabbed onto your elbow and moved both of you into an alleyway a few feet away

“yang, what is it?” you weren’t really in the mood- crime fighting always made you tired

“what’s going on with you? is it the paparazzi again? I know they don’t give you the credit you deserve but you can’t let them get to you like that-”

“no, yang, it’s not that. it’s... you”

yang tilted his head

“me? what did I do?”

you sighed and rubbed your hand over your mask

“you’ve been very.... restricting lately”

“what do you mean?”

“you haven’t been letting me destroy things like you used to. like when we stopped that one armed burglar, you didn’t let me destroy his gun-”

“it was a GUN, you could’ve been SHOT”

“when has that ever stopped me before?” you ask and yang shuts his mouth

“don’t you trust me?” you ask again “because I trust you”

the alleyway becomes stuffy with your choice of words

“I can’t help it, smiles.” he weakly says, using your pet name, knowing that it’ll make you soft for him

you roll your eyes at his tactics but your heart beats a little faster anyways

“I don’t know, I just... I don’t want you to get hurt. what we do is dangerous and if something happened to you- if you got hurt and I couldn’t protect you... or even worse, if you got hurt because of me... I don’t know what I would do with myself”

the confession slips off of yang’s tongue so smoothly that the words pluck your heart strings, a beautiful melody resounding in your chest and you began to feel light

yang sighs, if there was any chance to tell you his thoughts- it was now

“I think I could let you do your part if... we show each other who we are.” yang says and the airy feeling spreading through you abruptly disappears

“yang... you know that’s dangerous. we can’t-”

“we can, smiles. we can pulls off our masks right now and that can be the end. wouldn’t you feel better knowing who I am?”

you thought about his question, would you feel better if you knew who yang was? it was a tempting offer, and something that you’ve recently thought about...

but you’ve gone this long without knowing who he is.. does it even matter anymore?

yang senses your doubt and steps forward, pushing you against the cold, brick wall behind you

but you don’t feel trapped or pushed, his presence doesn’t frighten you

he looks into your eyes, swearing he’s seen them somewhere else before, and those lips... how close they were getting to his

he’s so close you can see the sweat still sticking to his forehead and the individual strands of his hair hugging his skin, his fair skin glowing even though the alleyway was dimly lit

you can’t see all of him, but you know that underneath the mask he must be beautiful

“there can’t be yang without yin- that’s the whole point of our powers. In our world, there can never be a me without a you. Why are we hiding from each other?” yang whispers, bodies only inches apart now

your mind is infused with him- his proximity and scent and aura so overwhelming you feel like you’ll be complete if you could just lean in all the way

yang’s hand slowly creeps up to his mask, his fingers finding their way under the edge and he takes a deep breathe before-

“yin&yang!! help!! we need you!!!”

the shout pulls yang away from you, and you share one more look before leaving the alleyway and running towards the shouts

but the tension and questions that have risen don’t leave either of you

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the rise of imitatrice came very suddenly, and with almost no warning to you or anyone else

all you got was a notification on your phone from the local news station

a picture of a woman standing on top of the city hall building, wearing a dark purple uniform with long blonde hair whipping around in the wind

you didn’t think twice about changing into your suit and running towards the center of the city, where city hall is located

when you arrive, the whole front yard of city hall is blocked off and several people stand around along with the police and tv crews, filming the mysterious woman who is now by the fountain that is situated in front of the building

suddenly, on the command of an officer, a line of policemen all shoot a round of bullets right at the woman, making some members of the audience release screams in shock

she reacts quickly, her hands coming up in front of her, and several shields appear out of thin air, blocking the bullets from hitting her

gasps leaves the audience as the shields fall like dominos to the floor, breaking the concrete underneath

“oh, yin? you’ve arrived, came to join, huh? do you like the show I've been putting on?” the woman yells with a taunting lilt to her voice and the audience turns around at the mention of you

they part for you as you walk towards the woman, a familiar scene when it comes to yin walking through a crowd of people

your mind is reeling- the only other person able to conjure up something like that out of thin air is... yang

you look around- he’s no where to be seen

“where is yang? what did you do with him?”

“oh, I didn’t do anything, dear.” she steps forwards, raising her voice to make sure everyone hears her

“I am imitatrice, and my superpower is to imitate other superpowers. I have been silenced all my life, but no longer.”

“do you have to talk like that? you don’t look that much older than me, why are you so demeaning-” you try to play off her vague threat

but you’re cut off by an uncomfortable feeling in your gut starting to form, it cramps up and makes you feel sick- imitatrice notices your discomfort

“oh, what is the matter, my little yin? do you feel sick? maybe a bit... unbalanced?” she hints and your eyes widen in realization

if imitatrice really is copying yang’s power... then the world is slowly becoming unbalanced from her previous actions

despite the pain in your abdomen, you quickly run over to some parked cars, your left hand gliding over them as you run by, hoping that destroying them could balance out the matter in the world

when the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach goes away, you make your way back to imitatrice who has been watching you the entire time

as if everything is going the way she planned- she looks pleased

“imitatrice, please. you don’t have to do this.” you now try to reason, but the words don’t go through to her

“save your words, listen to me instead.” she counters, “I have yang’s power now, and you have yours.. why don’t we team up?”

her proposition makes the audience gasp and chatter fills the area before imitatrice starts to speak again

“why did you ever think that your powers of destruction could make you a superhero? you were made to DESTROY, for god sakes.” she chuckles and it makes your skin crawl

“If we work together... we could get equal credit, your name could be on all of the tabloids and media there is- not yang’s... yours” no doubt some people in the audience quietly think to themselves that you could do it- you could become a supervillain

“everything you touch dies- it rots away. do you ever think that yang could love you for that?” she asks

confusion runs through your thoughts “why would she bring up yang like that” but it quickly disappears

because a scary thought replaces it

“what if I did join her?”

you would definitely be on tabloids and a talked about person, fate’s gift to you would be used for what it was probably given to you for: destruction

but at what cost?

the cost of death, grief, and misery in a whole city?

....not on your watch

“if I have to use my power for evil, I'd rather not use my power at all”

your words anger imitatrice and she lets out a growl

“fine. have it your way” she turns around but she doesn’t get far before a voice catches her attention

“imitatrice, there’s room for only one power of creation in this city, and it’s mine”

you whip your head around at the sound of mark’s voice, only to see yang standing by the audience

he sounded so much like mark- but that was not something you had time to think about

lissome reaches over the crowd and the blockade, straight to imitatrice

foreshadow yells towards you and yang about going inside to help the last group of people out

and city hall slowly turns into a hot mess

the fountain in front of the city spills water onto the concrete and the grass has been turned over and ripped from the ground

several objects that imitatrice and yang both conjure up are laying all over the concrete- everything from rope to guns to materials like wood and metal

despite the dangerous action going on, citizens stand around and watch, phones up and recording every last second of the fight

soon yang, lissome, and foreshadow are trapped behind the shields that she imitatrice first made and have been thrown into the ground

you crouch down next to them- you’ve been running around touching anything you can destroy to keep up with yang’s and imitatrice’s tricks

you’re out of breath, but you still focus on what the group is saying

“nothing is working” lissome growls as he rests, at some point his uniform tore at the arm and you can see his skin covered in dirt underneath from all the fighting

“she’s not letting up, how do I defeat her if she’s just using my power against me?” yang asked, frustration seeping through his words

you look at the members of this odd group of superheroes- everyone looked so worn out from the fighting

tired eyes and confused thoughts prominent in all of them

“maybe yin can destroy something that’s the opposite of you, wouldn’t that give you more power?” foreshadow asks

“no that’s not possible” yang shakes his head “the only thing that’s the opposite of yang is-”

“me” you simply state, and all three superheroes turn to look at you

“the only thing that is the opposite of yang.... is yin” you sigh, and the tone of your voice makes yang panic

you sound like you’ve made up your mind on something

“no, don’t even think about it. absolutely not.” yang’s voice rose in volume as he talked

“I know you can defeat her. I mean it when I say I trust you, yang”

you honestly can’t even believe yourself, you were about to do something you promised yourself you’d never do

and you were willing to do it all for yang, for your city

“smiles....” yang says weakly, reaching out to you, but lissome holds him back

and before anyone can change your mind or stop you

your left hand, finger tips black from dirt and from your superpower, comes up and presses into your chest

and like you never existed, your presence was completely erased

gone

just like all of the things you’ve ever destroyed

yang couldn’t believe his eyes, lissome and foreshadow breath heavily as they stare at the space you once occupied

the audience that was watching you gasps and covers their children’s eyes and look away themselves

it was the most sudden death anyone could imagine

yang wasn’t about to let it be in vain

“c’mon. let’s finish this”

for once in his crime fighting career, yang lets anger take over

he doesn’t know if it was the surge of energy he was gifted by you or the fact that you just erased yourself from existence

but he could barely think about what he was doing, letting his gut take control of his powers

at one point, gray clouds cover the city, and rain starts falling, thunder rumbling and the ground was shaking from the new weather- but yang never stopped

in the future when asked about this fight, he would say he was blinded by the fear of you leaving him, by the sight of you killing yourself for him

he didn’t calm down until imitatrice’s hands were stuck behind her back in handcuffs with dome covers over them to keep her from creating anything else

yang falls to his knees, from exhaustion and from the numbness building in his chest and quickly spreading like a disease

the reality of what happened finally coming to him

as he looks up at the citizens of his city, he does not feel proud to be the hero

he does not feel joy to have saved everyone- because it was really you who saved the city today

“are you happy?” he asks the audience, voice cracking under the tears that threaten to flow down his face, and everyone settles down after hearing his helpless tone, only the pounding of rain on the concrete could be heard

“yin... killed themselves, for me, for us, for all of you.” yang points in the direction of the crowd

“we never deserved yin, no matter how you saw them, they were too good for us.” a blanket of guilt settles over the crowd, but no comfort comes to anyone as yang continues

“none of us really appreciated yin, and now we mourn them. how selfish can we be?” and with that, yang rises to his feet and a commotion is heard from behind him

antidote slowly walks through city hall’s front yard, slowly everything goes back to order

the fountain is repaired, the concrete is made new again, and the rain ceased

almost like the fight that just occurred here never happened

but no one would forget the events that took place

everyone looks towards the area that you had ended your life in, anticipation weighting down everyones chest

but nothing ever happened, you don’t reappear

antidote walks up to yang and places a steady hand on his shoulder

“what happened? shouldn’t they have come back” yang asked, despair dripping off of every word

“I don’t know, yang. I've never brought back anyone who was destroyed by yin’s power. only time can tell now.”

and like that, the crowd started to disperse and yang was left on city halls front yard with a heavy heart filled with guilt

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johnny messaged the group chat containing you, mark, doyoung, and sicheng later that day

“come to the store, after all that happened at city hall today... drinks are on me”

johnny’s phone notified him that the text was only seen by three people

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in johnny’s store that night, doyoung and sicheng crowd around johnny’s phone as they watch footage from what happened earlier that day

the mayor issued an investigation into the events of what happened at city hall and a message to yin to show themselves if they are still alive

the message has not yet been answered, and several people and businesses keep their window blinds open in hopes of seeing the black uniform running down their street

although it was once again sunny outside, the weather did not reflect the city’s feelings

as the bell above the door jingled, all heads turn to look at the new customer

mark walks in and stumbles up to the counter

“glad everyone’s here, and that you’re all okay” johnny sighs and mark clears his throat

“where’s... where’s y/n?”

silent looks are shared between the men

they all turn their heads to face the floor, knowing what your absence means

as no one talks and no one moves, grief fills the store, and slowly it turns into sadness

until the bell chimes again

“hey, guys. am I late? I just saw your message, johnny. I came as quick as I could”

your warm laughter never sounded so hopeful and has never been so appreciated until now

mark thinks he could cry when he sees your smile as you walk through the front door

suddenly everyones shoulders seem to fall in relief at your presence

“alright, I said drinks on me tonight, but shouldn’t we go out for dinner? I think we have a lot to celebrate tonight.”

couldn’t agree with you any more, Johnny

you decide that the city should be kept on their toes for a little longer- the return of yin would come eventually

tonight was the time to spend with your friends after so much happened earlier that day

you lock fingers with mark, a sheepish smile rising to both of your faces and you hope your friends don’t turn around to catch the affection you’re showing each other

walking down the street in the city that you and your friends unknowingly (but silently knowingly) saved together

the tune of your friends’ laughter and the promise that everything is okay again comforts you- mark's loving gaze a reminder of all the good things to come

both of you are only slightly aware that fate has brought you together

whether it’s as yin&yang

or as you and mark

neither of you really care how you stay by each others side

as long as you can keep staying together

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realm-sweet-realm · 5 years ago

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Defining Memories, chapter 1

Thanks for showing support, guys. I appreciate it.

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It had been an average day when it happened. Around eight that morning, ten men and three women found themselves in a misty void with nothing else in it but each other. Except for Henry. Henry lived several states away, so for him it was 10 am and he’d been pulled out of work. Disoriented, he looked around for someone he recognized. His eyes fell upon a blond, sharp-featured man. “Sammy? Sammy Lawrence?”

The man looked back at him, confused. “Henry? Why are you here?”

Henry laughed a little. “Good question. Why are we here?”

“No, I mean, why are you here with all of these Joey Drew Studios employees? You’re the odd one out.”

“Oh. Are there any other patterns you’ve noticed?”

Sammy turned away to look at the other eleven, an irritable look on his face. “Not really. We’ve got everyone from Mr. Piedmont to this joker.” He pointed at a lanky, boyish-looking man covered in freckles. The man had previously been chatting with an impish Irishman that Henry didn’t recognize.

“Henry?” Wally said, before tackling Henry with an energetic hug. “Well I’ll be! It must’ve been years since I’ve seen ya! How’s that studio down in California treatin’ you?”

Henry hugged him back. “Oh, it’s treating me well.”

“Where are my manners? It’s nice to see you again, Henry. Did you manage to patch things up with Linda?” Sammy asked, adding “sorry for snapping,” under his breath.

“Yep, we’ve been married a decade. And it’s fine, Sammy. This is a weird situation, and we should try to figure it out so we can get back to our lives. Let’s see... who’s all here?”

Henry could recognize a few people. Grant Cohen, the accountant that Henry had had a hand in hiring, was there. He had not aged well, looked washed out, and was freaking out over the situation, but at least there were some people with him. Henry remembered him as very shy. Beside him was a rather masculine woman Henry didn’t recognize, and Norman Polk, who was attempting to calm him down. Henry shuddered. Well, if Norman was still here, he must not have done anything bad to warrant firing him, at least, Henry figured. And if someone as nervous as Grant was apparently close to the strange, off-putting man, why should he creep Henry out?

A ways away from that, two women were murmuring to each other, confused. A grumpy, muscular man stood behind the brunette, silent and with crossed arms. It looked like two women, anyhow. They were both shapely, beautiful, and on the tall side, with flowing shoulder-length hair. One, however, had some healthy colour to her chestnut hair, grey eyes, and flushed skin. The other woman’s skin was a sickly pale grey, and everything else about her from her eyes to the dress she wore, to the strange scar on her bizarrely thin neck, was ink-black. And she had horns. Something about her clearly wasn’t natural.

Jack Fain was in the middle of the final group of people there, attempting to mediate a lively argument between two men. One of them was a tall, imposing creature in his sixties wearing a top hat. The other was... Oh, God. Henry did not like the look of this. “Joey.”

“Yeah, Joey,” Wally said. “He’s probably the one who brought us here, with all his fancy voodoo. What of it?”

“I just don’t know how to react. We haven’t contacted each other in years.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” Wally’s Irish friend said, “that a fine fellow like you used to be friends with Mr. Drew?"

“Yep,” Henry said, his voice tinged with regret. “I guess I’ll just avoid him. He cut off contact with me when I left. If he wants to reconnect, he can make the first move.”

Henry wondered how his friend had changed over the years. He kept a big smile on his face even as he was all but yelling at the other man, which was no surprise. Joey always seemed cheerful, even when he wasn’t. And he looked as young as ever- no new lines on his face or so much as a single grey in his pitch-black hair. He had, however, lost a good deal of weight and had dark circles under his eyes. He was trying to seem as energetic as ever, but that came off even less genuine than his cheerfulness. It must still have been busy running the studio, because Joey looked drained of life.

Suddenly, a small yellow light flashed above Joey’s head and the room fell silent, all eyes landing on him.

“How dare you lie to the great Bertrum Piedmont?!” the other man boomed at Joey.

“I’m telling you,” Joey snapped, “I didn’t do jack shit!”

Suddenly, the environment changed. The purplish mist cleared to show a darkened studio. What seemed to be a copy of Joey was there, standing before the nozzle of a giant machine, which was making noise as though it was jammed. “What the Hell, Joey!” Shawn whispered.

The Joey clone appeared to get confused and impatient, and went to the back of the machine and tinkered with it a moment, pulling out film that had been caught in the machine. The machine clanked into motion. An inky creature, identifiable as Boris the wolf, fell out of its oversized nozzle moments later and fell to the ground with a splat. Joey approached and helped it up, a look of immense satisfaction on his face. “Well, welcome to the world, Boris.” His tone was gentle and fatherly. Aside from Thomas, who seemingly couldn’t even bring himself to look at the unfolding scene, everyone in the room was awestruck.

The creature looked around, confused and nervous. It held tight to Joey’s hand. Meanwhile, Joey was observing the beast in detail, looking for defects. “Perfect. Oh, don’t shiver. Don’t be scared. I have the perfect place for you to live. With my help, you’re going to make everyone happy.”

The Boris looked at Joey and nodded slightly, seemingly content with the offer. Then all at once, the creature’s demeanour changed. He stared at his paws, and in a panic reached up to feel his ears.

“Oh no. Buddy, is that you?”

The Boris glared at Joey, then grabbed his snout in shock upon realizing that he couldn’t speak.

“Now, Buddy,” Joey began nervously, “It’s okay. I saved-“ he was cut off by a solid blow to the face, knocking him to the ground. The Boris turned and ran in fear. He ran straight into the group, phasing right through Shawn without taking notice. Joey didn’t try running after the Boris, instead just dusting himself off. “So close now,” he whispered, smiling and cupping his now-bleeding face. “Just some personality issues to work out.”

The scene faded back into mist, and the Joey clone went with it.

Nervous chatter rose. “What the Hell was that?!” Lacie demanded, glaring at Joey Drew.

“A... memory.”

“A memory? Oh, sure. You created a living cartoon character out of some weird machine that looks like it belongs in a sci-fi movie. Just tell us why we’re here already.”

Henry felt someone grab his arm. It was Grant. Grant peered over his shoulder to make sure Joey was out of earshot, then whispered “do you have any idea what he wants to do to us?”

Henry shook his head.

Grant’s eyes darted about, and he let go of Henry’s arm. “Sorry. I just thought, since you used to know him well...”

In that moment, a glowing yellow light appeared over Bertrum’s head and the group fell silent. The scene shifted again.

The group was in what appeared to be a circus tent. A much younger Bertrum was there, having his tie adjusted by an older man with matching reddish brown hair. “Now Son,” The man said in deep, serious voice, “this might be your park. Your first park. But remember that it’s reflecting the entire Colossal Wonders dynasty. I don’t want anyone doubting our future, or my abilities as a parent.”

“You know I won’t disappoint!”

The older man patted his shoulder. “You never have.”

“And if this park does well-“

The older man’s face grew stern. “No, Bertrum. I’m not retiring. You will take this empire when I’m dead. Not that you aren't ready. I’m just not sick of this yet.”

“Right. Of course.”

Bertrum stepped out of the tent. To one side of him was a lovely amusement park, complete with games, clowns, roller coasters, and a giant, clown-themed Ferris Wheel, all well-tested and ready for commercial use. To the other side of him, was a crowd, separated from the fun by a gate. As he approached the gate’s entrance, their cheers grew louder, something that clearly delighted the young man. He accepted the ribbon-cutting scissors and drew them towards the ribbon, causing the crowd to roar louder and louder. Then, with a mischievous smile on his face, he stopped and lifted them back up, causing the crowd to fall silent. He repeated the motion twice more, clearly revelling in the control he had over the crowd as their cheers rose and fell with the scissors. Then, he lifted his arms and yelled, “just messin’ with ya, folks!” before cutting the ribbon in a quick motion. The crowd surged forwards, forcing a very proud Bertrum to move out of the way lest he be crushed.

The scene faded back into purple mist.

Bertrum wiped a tear from his eye. “That, I will admit, was a memory,” he said. The group was silent a while, processing the situation.

“So, these are memories,” Henry mused. “I guess the only thing to do is just to watch everyone’s, then.”

“It could be fun,” Joey said. “Why wouldn’t I want to get to know what makes my studio family tick?”

“It is nice to see that you’ve both made such spectacular things,” Allison agreed.

“And it looks like I’m next,” Sammy said, cupping a golden light in his hands.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #my fanfiction #defining memory au #joey drew #bertrum piedmont #joey drew crew

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acrobaticcatfeline · 6 years ago

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Summerville Nights chapter 1!

ok so this is the fanfic based on the prompt by @romantichopelessly.

summary: It was a sunny day in august when the school opened its doors for its first day that school year. 4 kids so terribly different walked into the doors, gazing in awe before getting shoved aside by kids eager to get to class and meet up with friends. Everyone who goes to this school has one heck of a story about it and it’s always legendary. So let’s get into it.

warnings: cursing, piningness? i don’t really think there’s anything else, let me know if there if though.

ships: pre logince, pre moxiety

taglist: @anyay666 @emocinamonroll @noahlovescoffee @voices-and-stardust @treechildoffical if anyone wants to be added to the taglist let me know!

more below the cut

Summerville high school is known as one of the best schools in the US in athletics, curriculum, and even the arts. Its giant too, the size of an average community college campus and many amenities provided are free to any student or alumni. The school has a lot of luxuries by being in a wealthier neighborhood and still being a free access public school. Everyone who goes to this school has one heck of a story about it and it’s always legendary. So, let’s get into it.

It was a sunny day in august when the school opened its doors for its first day that school year. 4 kids so terribly different walked into the doors, gazing in awe before getting shoved aside by kids eager to get to class and meet up with friends. The 4 of them hadn’t been able to tour the campus and the giant pristine halls set them all in shock at the beauty of it all; who knew a high school campus could be actively gorgeous. Virgil Lee was the first to come back to the present, mostly because his older brother Remy was quick to drag him over to freshman orientation. The smaller kid quickly turned and ran forward to the open doors of the huge auditorium. He gave his brother a punch to the arm as a farewell before meeting up with some of his friends in the audience. They spent quite a while just talking about the different sports the school offered; of course, Virgil was the epitome of the high school jock. (not really but don’t tell him that). He wore his jeans hung slightly low, and a purple muscle tee with his middle schools’ mascot across the front, and his jet-black hair fell across his violet eyes gorgeously; his family always did say they were the best thing about him. He had to pause his conversation when he saw a really fucking cute goth boy walk in, he made a mental note to introduce himself later before jumping right back into the midst of his previous conversation.

The next to come to his senses was a tiny frail kid named Logan Sanders. That was because he had been shoved into a wall already, probably for his choice of outfit; a deep blue knee length skirt, a black button up and a matching blue tie, as well as a little teal butterfly hairclip. He scurried away and into the auditorium searching for anyone he knew and running straight for Virgil, his longtime best friend. He was always grateful for Virgil’s awareness, because he could run straight into the other and be lifted up instead of falling over; something extremely important he thinks as he’s barreling toward the jock full speed. Virgil’s grin was wide when he caught the feeling that his nerd was running toward him and spun around to lift the tiny thing up before he bulldozed them both over.

“sup Lo? Haven’t heard from you in like a month, everything been alright?” Virgil questioned softly with a small smirk.

“oh yeah, uh, anxiety hit like a metaphorical truck again, sorry about that. Hey, I already got shoved into a wall today! It is a new record!” Logan’s small smile was quick to fall when Virgil’s face fell, and his hands turned to fists. Maybe he said a bit too much?

“who? Where? I’m gonna kill them how dare they? They need to grow the f-” Logan covered his mouth before he spouted more incriminating words. He gave another weak smile as he pulled his hands away again.

“it is fine! Calm down, I don’t even know if it was on purpose or not, it is okay. Lets just sit down and wait this thing out” Virgil slouched before nodding.

“only for you nerdling”

The next to come to was the same goth boy Virgil saw, the bad boy Patton Fernandez. He had to snap out of it, if anyone saw him smile for long, they’d start asking questions that he was unprepared for and people were already staring. He sauntered into the auditorium with his hood pulled down showing off his dirty blonde hair that faded into pastel blue and his eyebags that were only partially eyeshadow He was surprised he even made it on time today, usually when he’s actually able to sleep, his alarms can’t do shit to wake him from a week of sleep, but here he is, at 7 am on a Monday regretting his decision to not bring his headphones. Granted his mom dropped them off at the office for him, but he couldn’t get them until after orientation and its really loud in there. He’s supposed to meet his best friend though, and he’d suffer far worse for him and to be honest, he already had. All he had to do was wait for his service human and he would be fine. Speaking of which.

Roman Washington was the last to refocus, mostly because he was so tiny no one noticed he was there. He ran into the assembly and made a beeline to his goth friend. He ran into him for a big hug and Patton didn’t even stumble. The boy started jumping in excitement and his giant circle glasses were bouncing just as much. The two of them couldn’t be more dissimilar, Roman was tiny, colorful, and loud but introverted where Patton was tall, dark and gloomy, and quiet but extroverted. When Roman spoke everyone heard, but he didn’t talk much. Patton was rarely heard, but never stopped talking, mostly for his own sanity. Even so, these two have been inseparable since they met.

Roman was about to start ranting to Patton about his weekend but the lights in the room dimmed and the orientation started. Oh well, Roman would be able to tell Patton all about everything when they go home to Patton’s. I mean its his super epic birthday extravaganza and Patton was… pretty much the only one who was invited. It’s not his fault people are scary! Although he once shouted at someone for calling Patton a broody emo because excuse??? Patton isn’t BROODY he’s d e p r e s s e d, and he’s not EMO he’s g o t h and if anybody has an issue, they’re gonna have to get through him first. And his tiny frail body that knows nothing about how to protect himself. Yeah lucky for him most people are scared of the look Patton gives to anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to mess with his friend. In other words, there’s two guys walking over to them and-oh. Roman sees a boy walking towards him and he’s wearing a really cute skirt and a tie? Oh, geez Roman was always a hopeless romantic but geez. He not-so-subtly starts fussing with his bright red sweater vest and fixes the button up underneath it. He pats at his green slacks and is suddenly very aware of how nerdy and awful he looks and wants to disappear. He steps behind Patton and hyperventilates while fussing with his glasses that are far too big for his head suddenly and oh geez oh geez. Patton was having a similar freak out because there’s a really cute guy but he’s obviously a jock and jocks like to torture him and he’s not keen on this happening right now, so he just sits down. He was not ready to punch his poor heart yet.

Virgil had grabbed Logan as soon as the lights dimmed and dragged him over to the cute goth boy because cute boy? Possible friend? Possible more than friend? Yes please. Also, the little nerdy boy with him looked like he was totally Logan’s type and we all know its bros first, so yeah, that’s how he made his way over to the two. Logan was maybe possibly slightly enamored with the boy Virgil pointed out to him. He shouldn’t be, he doesn’t get it, although he’s always been one to fall for darker skinned guys, and holy crap he was so pretty-aesthetically of course-it’s not like Logan finds him attractive or anything, just aesthetically pleasing. His darker skin matched with a white button up and a blood red sweater vest beautifully is all. And him fiddling with his hair and tie was just a fidget he did, not him trying to look nice for the cu-the boy over there. Of course not.

When they got over, they simply sat in the row behind them and chatted quietly together until it was over. Patton was gearing up, getting ready to tell them off as they were leaving, but the jock was offering him a hand up? He took it suspiciously and went reeling at the smirk the guy wore, thinking he was about to be pranked. He drew back quickly before looking around him. All he saw was Roman and this little nerdy kid exchanging shy nerd glances of pining. He immediately fixed the jock with a glare.

“do you have an issue with me kid? What could I have possibly done to heed you waltzing your happy ass all the way over here out of your way?” oh he felt bad for that. He didn’t like being mean, but he has to protect himself. Maybe if he’s intimidating enough, he’ll just leave? Oh, nope he’s smiling now, did he set himself up? Oh, is there a supervisor that just heard him curse out this dude? He didn’t even swear that badly! Shit.

“wow wasn’t expecting that. I do have an issue with you in fact, you are illegally cute, and I was hoping I could possibly befriend you?” oh. Oh no this is worse, gosh his cheeks are bright red now he’s sure of it. He scowls at him before shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

“yeah sure thanks for the joke dude real funny I gotta get to class I don’t have time for people poking fun at me right now.” He pulls one arm back out and grabs Roman’s hand and heads off.

“hey, wait!” he pauses for a moment, the voice being new. “um, mr person, my friend isn’t joking with you, I promise. He’s not like that. He’s really nice actually um, and I would also be pleased in befriending you and your friend. If that’s ok with you. Uh, I’m Logan and his name is Virgil.” Patton smirks slightly and turns around. He analyzes the look on the smaller boys’ face before nodding.

“hm. Ok. I’ll believe you for now. Names Patton. This one is Roman. See ya round later, I guess. Virgil, Logan.” And he turned back and continued to class with Roman.

Logan and Virgil were left in awe for a moment before rushing to their class too. Logan kept spouting about how dare he introduce him to a pleasing person and make him feel… things!!! He didn’t even talk at all, but he was figuratively falling for this, this… dark skinned beauty!!! Its not allowed and Virgil was definitely buying him dinner tonight to make up for this entire ordeal thank you very much! Meanwhile Virgil was in stunned silence because geez that Patton guy, oh he’s so cute and feisty and he wants to see that cursed smirk every day now. He hadn’t ever had such fierce desire to know someone, he hadn’t had such a fierce desire to do anything other than sleep. And maybe run on a good day. But he has a goal now at least. He was gonna woo the goth.

The 4 didn’t reunite until after school that day. Logan was seated in the field across from the football practice and was studying already, hoping to get to a comfortable week ahead. He nearly threw his book out of his arms when someone tapped him on the shoulder, but he settled for snapping it shut…on his tie. Great job. He opens it and sets it down before turning to see the two he met earlier. He adjusted his glasses and gives a small smile. Patton was squatting next to him, and Roman was standing a foot or so behind him. Logan went back to his textbook when it seemed like the two weren’t about to start talking. He was paying enough attention to hear the sounds of two backpacks thudding to the ground as well as some footsteps and two people sitting down. As long as they didn’t try to hurt him everything would be fine. They didn’t seem like they had any malice directed at him, so maybe he could focus a bit more on his studies, maybe he could trust them? No definitely not, no way, even Virgil would say it’s a bad idea he bets. Plus, it seems like they’re talking now Logan you might want to listen.

“so, what’re you doing hanging out here dude? You don’t have any extra crap like Vee does?” Logan tilts his head over at Patton who is the one talking, very quietly in fact.

“oh uh, not that start yet. I plan on joining gsa and maybe the debate team? I do not know quite yet, Virgil usually helps me make decisions as I am quite indecisive. Also, he owes me dinner tonight, and as much as I would usually let him off, he said he would take me to Olive Garden and while I logically know its objectively bad Italian food, it is a guilty pleasure of mine that I have been craving. Thus, why I am sitting here studying and waiting for him to be done with practice.” He says rather easily. There’s a beat of silence before Patton speaks again.

“so how long have you two been a thing?” Logan squints in confusion.

“um, I am not quite sure as to what you are talking about? If you are inquiring about our relationship, I cannot quite remember. I think I was about 3?” there is sputtering, and Logan is only even more confused.

“you’ve been dating since you were 3!?!?! Please tell me you’re joking?!” ohhh. Oh, that makes more sense now.

“oh no, I seem to have misunderstood you. Virgil and I are in a completely platonic relationship. We have been friends for that long.” There was a sigh of relief as well as a small giggle that sounded, and the giggle set Logan’s chest into overdrive, gosh that must have been Roman and that was the literal sound that happens when you ascend past this mortal world; pure and hopeful and did Logan just actually die? That’s the only reasonable explanation. Welp he said he platonically loved Virgil before he went to practice so no reason to regret. Wait what’s that voice.

“Pat you should have known, he literally walked over and said you were cute while dragging him along. You’d have to be really silly to drag your boyfriend along to call someone cute! I mean unless you’re poly but most teenagers don’t mess around with polygamy in high school and I dunno, but I told you!” the giggle sounded again, and Logan managed to turn to him in time to see the large toothy smile that broke out on the near charcoal skinned beauty. And yup, Logan was so gone. Virgil owes him dinner for a week now yup that’s what’s happening.

“um, are you ok Logan? Logan? Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?” that pulled him right back.

“what?! No! um, I mean, I’m fine it’s just uh, it’s a bit warm don’t you think, I mean it’s august and I’ve worn dark colors all day its fine I just need to cool down for a sec sorry.” Oh no there went his metaphorical chill. He used contractions! Gosh how could he have done this it’s embarrassing he wanted to be cool and calm and now he looks like a complete imbecile. Of course it was just then that the whistle ending practice sounded. There was shouting and running and suddenly Logan grabbed his bag and started packing hurriedly before standing.

“I uh, I am sorry, but I must be leaving, I hope to see you both tomorrow?” he rushed while trying to remain calm. Of course, the two others stood, and Patton gave a smirk.

“well we might bump into each other tonight. I was actually taking Roman to OG for his birthday dinner tonight as well. Maybe we can hang there, god knows with sports for him and theatre for Ro, it’ll be hard to chill anywhere else. I’ll be sure to book a table for 4.” Oh shit. That cheeky goth just winked. Oh god what does that mean what is he planning what did he just sign up for??? He nods, and waves then bolts to the locker room.

Logan was a regular there, as he had accompanied Virgil to every tryout for the team, so when the guys saw him, they paid no mind. He walked to the hallway directly next to where he knew Virgil was and slid to the floor, covering his face and pushing his glasses up to rest on his head. Virgil peeked his head around and snickered softly as he rushed to finish getting ready. When he was finished, he tapped Logan on the shoulder and they started on their way.

“I might have accidentally signed us up for something and I need you to promise not to yell because its freaking me out too and you yelling would make it worse ok? And I know you don’t yell at me but yelling in general might cause a panic attack right now” Logan blurted out while they were walking. He is acutely ware of the fact that he’s fidgeting with his tie but he’s nervous ok? Cut him some slack! Virgil glances over to him with a curious look as well as a promise in his eyes. They’ve learned to communicate without words after as long as they’ve been friends.

“well uh, you know how we are going to Olive Garden? Well apparently Patton and Roman were going too and Patton said he was going to get us a table for 4 and I sort of want to just go home and curl up in a ball but also like Roman’s voice is so nice and his giggle is like literal angel bells Virgil, his giggle is the sound that you hear after you die and I cannot handle it Virgil what have you done I knew I was gay but this is a lot and I don’t know what to do Virgil what do I do?” Virgil had to set his hand on Logan’s shoulder to help ground the now panicking boy. After taking a deep breath and calming down a bit he looks over to see Virgil with a small smile on his face. He takes his hand off his shoulder as he speaks.

“first off dude, I wouldn’t yell at you or near you if I have the choice, you know me I hate losing my temper. Secondly, that’s pretty cool! I did wanna hang out with them more they seem really interesting. Thirdly, it seems like you’ve found your dream guy lo. I’m glad I could drag you headfirst into your destiny. Just be yourself and everything will be fine. Plus, the kid looks like head over heels for you too. So just relax and go with the flow. You’ve got this.”

They both gave each other a look of confidence and a nod as they headed to the dreaded Olive Garden meet up. Will they survive? Maybe. Will they realize just how totally gay they are for the goth and the nerd? Most definitely. But the only way to know is to stay tuned!

thank you for reading!!!

#tw cursing #tw swearing #my writing #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #logince #moxiety #remy sanders

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missvalerietanner · 6 years ago

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tagged by @jmhwriterblog and yeah, ‘course I’m gonna do writing stuff ;p

Rules: Answer the questions and then tag as many writers as there are questions answered (or as many as you can) to spread the positivity! Even if these questions are not explicitly brought up in the novel, they are still good to keep in mind when writing.

FIRST LOOK

(using The Seven Kings, ‘cause that’s what I’m wrapped up in right now)

1. Describe your novel in 1-2 sentences (elevator pitch)

The brutal assassination of a king sparks the partnership between a hated half-breed hungry for revenge and a well-educated prince whose father arranged said assassination.

2. How long do you plan for your novel to be? (Is it a novella, single book, book series, etc.)

Editing the first book right now. Still need to finish its ending. And I was so excited, I might have already started to write the sequel... ‘bout two solid chapters in so far. AND there’s enough happening that it’d probably be a trilogy.

3. What is your novel’s aesthetic?

I... suck at this question every time I see it.

I guess... I’mma have to go with redemption.

4. What other stories inspire your novel?

Legend of Zelda for sure, mainly inspiration for the diverse kingdoms and people. And then, I dunno, there’s probably a little bit of every fantasy movie and book I’ve ever seen/read tucked in this story somewhere.

5. Share 3+ images that give a feel for your novel

clicky - takes you to WeHeartIt

MAIN CHARACTER

6. Who is your protagonist?

Valerie Tanner and Eli Orphesis (named him during my Greek obsession)

7. Who is their closest ally?

They gain several throughout the story, but the main two are Roderick, a rancher and old friend of Valerie’s (practically a second father to her), and Elyn, one of the queen’s handmaidens who joins them on their journey. Oh and then Aaron pops up later, and he’s an old ally of Valerie’s as well.

8. Who is their enemy?

Mainly: Darrean Orphesis (yep, Eli’s dad)

9. What do they want more than anything?

Valerie wants revenge for Garrett’s death, and Eli wants to forge a path to his own future, a future not doomed to exist in the shadow of his father.

10. Why can’t they have it?

Valerie: gaining revenge changes nothing; Garrett’s still dead, and she’s still an outsider

Eli: he has to grow up and learn who he is without his father’s title protecting him, and there are a LOT of tough lessons on the road ahead for my boy.

11. What do they wrongly believe about themselves?

Valerie believes she’s completely alone and useless. She believes her life is worth little, and that spending her life in service to better people/better men is the best she can do.

Eli ... is pretty arrogant, so his are kinda negative. He believes he’s untouchable, that he’s immune to certain feelings (like pity and loss). He thinks he has all the answers.

12. Draw your protagonist! (Or share a description)

Valerie: 28, 5′8″ (172 CM), weighs 135 pounds (yes, I did), lean and muscular, smaller-than-average bust size, wavy brown hair that ends between her shoulder blades, deep/dark brown eyes, Caucasian, Ossa tattoo on her upper left arm (all black ink), muscular stomach, narrow hips, fit legs, covered in old/faded scars from battle and/or training, wears: black trousers that fit tight, knee-high boots, a fit undershirt to keep the girls pinned down and covered (;p), and a loose white overshirt to keep her cool.

Eli: ~26, 6′2″ (188 CM - people of his race are tall as fuck), blue skin (similar to Oxford blue but a hair lighter), black hair that is a bit shorter than shoulder-length and he keeps it in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck (sexy!), bright golden eyes, muscular and well-built, hands lack callouses (only trained, never fought), no scars or wounds, wears proper royal clothes like a prince should (tunic, trousers, knee-high boots, waistcoat, the works)

PLOT POINTS

13. What is the internal conflict?

Learning to accept help, realizing that people are more than their pasts or their titles and especially their race

14. What is the external conflict?

A power-hungry king and his massive army of well-trained, well-armed soldiers who are all purebloods, so they all have magical abilities.

15. What is the worst thing that could happen to your protagonist?

For Valerie, losing the people she loves who she tries to protect. She’s watched so many die. She tends to be pretty self-sacrificing because she’d rather jump in harm’s way and die if it means saving someone else. (She has some self-esteem issues as well, so wanting to be someone’s shield makes her feel useful, and therefore, good. She also values others’ lives over her own.)

For Eli... Failure’s a big one for him. He’s probably afraid to die, but I’d say failing and letting down those around him is worse. His mother went to great lengths to make sure he was cultured and well-educated, so with all his knowledge, if he fails, yeah, that’d probably be what would crush him more than anything.

16. What secret will be revealed that changes the course of the story?

Probably the reveal of Eli’s power. He was never trained as a child like he should’ve been (for reasons!), and so since he’s a pureblood, his powers developed on their own. He’s powerful but uncontrolled, so his abilities start leaking out, so to speak, on their own.

The reveal of what his power actually is, is a good moment. It’s subtle, but as each of the other characters begin to realize just how much power he wields, they also start to realize how REAL everything is becoming: like the war, their chances of survival, etc.

17. Do you know how it ends?

Yes. I know the jist. I know what I’m aiming for. How I get there, I dunno, and what’s said or done when we get there, I dunno.

I know which port I want to dock in. Just not what it looks like.

(I swear I am not drinking.)

BITS AND BOBS

18. What is the theme?

Hmm... unity for sure, redemption’s a big one, some focus on equality, but I’d say mostly it’s about people finding their place in the world by following their own intuitions rather than falling into the role provided for them or forced upon them.

[cue Disney music]

19. What is a reoccurring symbol?

Valerie has a tattoo on her upper left arm that marks her as a member of Ossa, so basically an outsider. After what happens in the opening chapters, she keeps the tattoo hidden whenever possible. But its meaning causes some tension with... basically everyone she meets.

...there’s probably others, but I can’t think of any that don’t require a lot of explaining... and I was pretty vague on the tattoo for reasons.

20. Where is the story set? (Share a description)

In the country of Nubrya (hate the name, can’t find one yet to replace it). It’s the border country on a massive continent and is encircled by three (possibly four or five... haven’t finished plotting the map) other countries to its east, west, and north. The south of Nubrya is open to the water. Its eastern edge rises into steep cliffs overlooking coves dug into the mountain side to house the nation’s ships during the winter. The western border levels off into desert. The north is rocky terrain, isolated, and sitting on a raised plateau, so every step from the heart of Nubrya upward is a hike. And to the northeast, there is a massive mountain range, upon which one of the Seven Kingdoms sits. And to the east/southeast (before the cliffs) are the farms and vineyards of the country.

Every type of landscape and temperature zone and climate is represented.

21. Do you have any images or scenes in your mind already?

Since the first book’s finished except for a few scenes and the final fight leading up to the already-written ending, most of the scenes are already down on paper. The second book, however, oh, boy! I have SO much planned and cannot wait for the willingness to write it down. XD

22. What excited you about this story?

I originally wrote this story back in high school. As you can tell by my username, I’ve kept the characters with me through the years. :] Recently (meaning last year, I think), I got to thinking about the original story from high school (titled: “The Unknown Soldier,” I think), and I missed it. So I dug out the original copy, started reading it, and by about, oh I dunno, page 2, I was ready to hang myself ‘cause the writing was THAT BAD.

But the plot was a good one. The characters were half-developed, but they had the potential to be so much better. So I remolded them, fleshed them out, added a ton more characters, revamped the settings, added MORE settings, dumped in a whole bunch of emotional turmoil, updated some names, increased the stakes tenfold, added more magical/fantasy elements, and landed these characters in a MUCH better story.

A lot about the story excites me, but to know I revitalized an old story, pried it off the gurney, and zapped it back to life--a life better than the one it had before--that excites me. :]

23. Tell us about your usual writing method!

Frantic. Messy.

I write scenes as they come to me. Stitch them together later with transitions, and edit to fix any time lapses or to plug in missing information. I do outline, but they look like this:

Guy does this thing. it’s cool, but not too cool. Then girl finds out. And note for later: the girl’s really a guy. OH! And remember by scene five to put in a live rooster or else the whole chicken joke won’t make ANY SENSE. End with badass scene with knives. RESEARCH: knives.

Hey, I just made that up on the spot. Welcome to my brain.

But that’s the basic idea behind what my outlines look like. XD Except, I do usually write my outlines in ALL CAPS and important items are bolded or highlighted. But that’s a minor detail.

Rooster.

...

Thanks for reading if you made it this far.

NOW GO WRITE! (or tag yourself and do this. T’was fun.)

#seek the seven kings #stsk #writings #ask #missvalerietanner #favorite

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lavenderaus · 7 years ago

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Amethyst [M] [Kim Taehyung Smut]

[ Kim Taehyung x Reader ]

Masterlist

Genre: Lots of smut, lil’ sprinkle of fluff

→ WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT AND LANGUAGE! (Read the Author’s Note below as well)

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Working as a stripper at a club has its ups and downs, but on one seemingly normal evening, you notice an unfamiliar pair of eyes watching you throughout your performance. You’re intrigued, and upon receiving a request for a private session from this stranger, he is too.

A/N: The setting is a strip club, Y/N in this scenario is a stripper, and enjoys the job. I have no intention of degrading women in any way, in fact, I depict Y/N as a very strong and independent individual. If the summary happens to disturb you in any way, or if you’re bothered by strong sexual themes, please do not read past “Keep Reading”. This wasn’t requested by anyone, but I’ve had this piece half-written for a while now LOL ~ As always, I hope you enjoy! ;)

“You need to find a career you can actually be proud of.”

“I can’t believe this is the job you scraped up, how disappointing.”

“Crazy how you ended up with this job. What was your point in going to college, then?”

You found that these comments from others after being informed that you work as a stripper in a club were just ordinary remarks. However, despite what they all think, you actually enjoy the job, and it does more than just pay the rent. The money’s excellent, and you always have enough to stash in your savings and keep a little extra to treat yourself. There have and you always will have bad days, but anyone with any job gets those too. Contrary to common belief, the job is fun as hell and although the dancing is tiring, you never have to pay for a gym membership or go on morning jogs to stay fit. You love your job, and you don’t see yourself quitting it anytime soon.

Leaning against the long metal pole at your section of the stage, your eyes scan through the crowd. Majority of the people there are regulars, with a few new faces. You’re amazed at the amount, even though this seems to be the average number that the club usually gets on a late Saturday night. The crowd buzzed along as the speakers boomed with upbeat music, before you take a glance at the DJ, who looked up at you as well. He gives you a nod, then with the press of a button, the upbeat music is replaced with a smooth, calm, yet seductive beat. A bright spotlight focuses on you, and the eyes of the people on the floor all turn to you. You’re dressed in a lacy crimson red bra with matching panties, attached to sheer thigh-high stockings by garters, your entire ensemble topped off with tall red pointed stilettos. You can admit, you feel incredibly sexy this evening.

Deep breaths. You think to yourself. A small, teasing smirk tugs on your lips, and you run one hand up and down the cool metal of the pole. Your eyes glaze around the people in the crowd, as your seductive gaze keeps everyone’s eyes glued to you. You feed off the attention and power you’ve gained just from standing there and making yourself seen. Slowly swaying your hips, you begin your routine as you grip one hand on the pole, walking a few unhurried circles around it. You settle in front of it, your back turned towards the audience. Throwing your head back to let your hair cascade down your back, you run your fingers through your locks teasingly, before tilting your head to the side to gaze back at the audience. Your eyes immediately catch a pair of beautiful, unfamiliar, grey-purple eyes, and you can’t help but stare for a moment. The owner’s gorgeously tan skin glows underneath the dull shine of the dimmed lights, and his ashy lilac hair settles beautifully above his jewel-like eyes. He’s dressed in a smooth red button up that you could tell was silk, clad in black dress pants. You’re absolutely mesmerized by the man to the point where you almost lose your timing in the song, but you cover it up by walking beside the pole with your back leaning against it. The man is standing at the back of the audience, with his back against the wall, closer to the exit. By the way his eyes stay fixated on you, he doesn’t look like he’ll be leaving anytime soon.

Your tongue peeks out of your lips, grazing over your bottom lip teasingly, as your eyes stay locked on that one audience member. You grip your hands higher up on the pole, before gracefully hoisting yourself up by wrapping one leg around it for support and keeping the other straight. Your eyes settle back on the mysterious man, whose lips raise into a small smirk as his eyes come in contact with yours. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, hoping that the dim lighting prevents the audience from noticing, and you climb up higher on the pole.

Unhooking your leg, you bend it off to the side and twirl your body quickly yet elegantly down the pole. You hear collective gasps, ooh’s and ah’s from the crowd, but barely a reaction from the man, albeit a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your entire stage is comprised of many reactions from the audience, and the occasional brow raise and nod from the only crowd member you paid attention to for the duration of your performance. You end off the last few bars of the song by holding the very bottom of the pole with two hands, body upside down, with the back of one leg straight against the length of the pole, the other curled behind it. You slowly dragged your straight leg down the metal, bringing your other leg upwards, and tucking them both in as your body slowly moves in and you gracefully lurch forward, moving right side up, with your back resting against the pole again and your bottom on the cool surface of the floor. Your legs remain in a twisted, slightly contorted position, and your head turns away to the side with an intense, dark expression on your face.

The crowd breaks out into cheers and whistles, throwing money onto the stage around you, catcalling as they do so. You step off of the stage with your chest heaving, ignoring the money. One of your co-workers approach you, grabbing your arm and pulling you off to the side.

“Y/N, did you see that one guy standing in the back? He didn’t take your eyes off you!” she exclaims with a hushed voice. You nod in response, turning your head to look at him again. He’s still in his original spot, with a glass in his hand filled with some sort of drink.

“He didn’t take my eyes off me, but he still didn’t seem very impressed.” you say, exasperated. She pats your shoulder, shrugging.

“You sure as hell impressed everyone in the room except him.” she laughs, nudging you with her elbow. You chuckle along, before your manager comes by to the two of you.

“Nice performance, Y/N.” he says, patting you on the back. You bow towards him in thanks. He points towards one of the hidden doors beside the stage. “Go ahead and take a break, then go to Secrecy 3. Someone wants you for a private session.” he instructs. You nod in response. The Secrecies are private rooms for any customers who pay for sessions from performers on shift, who request for private performances like pole dances, and even lap dances. However, there’s the strict “no sex policy” that the club enforces, and that the performers aren’t obligated to take off any attire.

“Do you know who?” you ask. He shakes his head, before looking into the binder he has in his hands.

“Someone by the name of Kim Taehyung. Definitely not a regular, I’ve never seen his name before. I’ll have a bouncer standing outside in case anything happens,” he says, then dismisses you. Bouncers are security guards who usually stand outside the room, ready to take over situations if customers become too physical or make the performers uncomfortable. You’ve luckily only had to get their help a couple of times throughout the countless private sessions you’ve done in the past.

You walk over into the dressing room, taking your fifteen-minute break to check your phone and fix your makeup and hair. As your break passes, you walk through the bustling crowd, who offers a few cheers for you as you go through them. You give them a few smiles and waves, before making it to your advised room, which already had your guard standing outside.

“He’s already in there, just yell if you need anything.” he says, giving you a thumbs up. You nod, bowing towards him.

“Thanks, Hyunwoo.” you thank. He nods, before reaching to open the door for you.

You step inside, and immediately recognize the man from his deep purple hair and intriguing eyes that shone like amethysts. He’s standing off to the side of the room, you suppose that he was looking around as he waited, then turns to you with a small smirk on his gorgeous pink lips. His eyes graze your body up and down, taking you in as he only had a view of you from far away. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you mentally slap yourself for getting so affected by this man even though you’ve been eyed like this more times than you can remember. He walks closer to you, and you take a small step back. He’s not overwhelmingly tall, but still tall enough to tower over you.

“Pleased to meet you, Y/N. I’m--”

“Kim Taehyung. Yes, I know.” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. It may have seemed rude that you cut him off like that, but you feel pissed with the way he affected you. You’re definitely turned on, and you hate him for that. He cocks an eyebrow, impressed by your assertiveness. Taehyung’s voice is deep, yet smooth, and rings beautifully in your ears even after you’ve cut him off. You gesture to a single chair in the middle of the room, and he moves quickly to sit down. He stares up at you, expectantly. You can’t help but find him to look rather cute and innocent while seated there, staring up at you curiously.

Stop it, Y/N, you’re just here to dance for him. You mentally scold yourself for becoming interested in a customer. Your manager had forgotten to tell you what kind of dance he requested for, but judging by the absence of a pole and the chair in the middle of the room that had already been set up, he wants a lap dance.

You turn on the heel of your stiletto, your back facing him, as you strut over to the speaker, being sure to sway your hips slightly as you did so. You even bend over in a suggestively teasing manner, taking your time to find the perfect song to dance to. Settling with the usual song you dance to for these sorts of private sessions, you turn back to Taehyung, who looked visibly affected by the display you just gave him. With a fierce smirk adorning your glossy lips, you let the music take over your movements as you saunter towards the man, letting your hand drag across his chest slowly as you approach him. You stand in front of him, swaying your hips rhythmically, dragging your hands up your body to tangle in your hair, thread through the strands, and letting them fall back down. You’re getting way into the dance then you intend to, keeping a fiery gaze on the man as you bite down on your lip seductively, moving your hands down towards your breasts, giving them a teasing squeeze to the man’s surprise.

The look in his eyes resemble nothing but pure lust for you by the way his irises have darkened and his pupils grown bigger, and you take that as your okay to go further. You move towards him, moving your hips in time with the beat, before proceeding to settle on his lap, facing him. You keep your hips swaying despite being seated on the man, your hands resting on his shoulders, moving to graze his bare neck and clothed chest. He takes a sharp inhale, his jaw clenching as you shuffle your hips a certain way that brings your attention to a certain bulge pressing against your clothed core. You whimper out softly, leaning forward towards him, your chest pressing up against his, as your hand runs through his hair, fingertips lightly scraping his scalp. Standing up and off of him after your light teasing, you turn around in front of him, your back facing him, running your hands slowly around your body with the music. You lean your upper body forward, letting your clothed ass display itself towards his view, before standing up straight again. You can hear Taehyung’s breaths grow heavier, and you can’t help but smirk to yourself with pride. Moving back towards him, you proceed to settle back onto his lap, your back still facing him. A wicked smile replaces your smirk, as you lean forward, one hand snaking to the clasp of your bra, and unfastening it.

You very rarely took your bra or panties off during performances, public or private, however, you found yourself running on pure and passionate desire, and decided to take it off for your customer. A sharp intake of breath resounded in your ears as your bra fell off your body, shrugging it off and tossing it elsewhere. You bite down on your lip, turning your head towards Taehyung. He had his eyes glued on your completely bare back, his hands awkwardly stationary at his sides. It was quite amusing to see that someone who looked so close to insanity from what you were doing to him, had respect in him to not touch you. As soon as you lean over to grind your ass against the bulge in his pants, a deep groan slips out of his lips and affects you straight in your core. You press your lips together in a tight line, suppressing your sounds of content from the feeling of his hard-on rubbing up against your clothed pussy. A hand abruptly snakes up to grope your right breast, and you throw your head with a whimper back from the sudden shot of pleasure.

Shit. This sort of physical touch is supposed to be prohibited, but that thought is quickly dismissed as he adds another hand to your left breast, and you find yourself not stopping him.

You should be telling him to stop, and you should be calling out to Hyunwoo stationed outside to come and escort Taehyung out. However, with the constant moans escaping your lips, you don’t stop him.

Quickly turning around to face him, you lift yourself up to nudge his legs closer together so you can straddle him. Settling back on his lap, he gazes up at you with dark, lustful eyes. With your arms resting on his shoulders and around his neck, you grind your hips with the music against his crotch again, biting against your lip harshly. Taehyung continues to grope at your breasts with both hands, your breasts directly in front of his face. You stare down at him, face contorting slightly with pleasure, and notice that he’s fighting all urges to not touch you more. You breathe out in short intakes, the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against you doing wonders to your body. You don’t even have all of your weight on him, with your legs still holding yourself up a little. Taehyung probably notices this, and grabs onto your waist. He pushes you down, making you lose your footing, and uses two strong hands to move you against his bulge.

“You were so different up on that stage than you are now.” Taehyung chuckles, his dark eyes staring into yours. “You’re holding back, are you not?”

Casting a glare down at the man, you scoff.

“I have to hold back. I shouldn’t even be doing this.” you respond with a cold tone, despite the immense pleasure shooting through your body as your clothed core rubs against his clothed hard-on.

“So simple rules are stopping you?” he challenges. You cock an eyebrow at him. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. He definitely knows your boundaries, and yet, he’s challenging you to break them.

“I didn’t have you pinned as a follow-the-rules type of girl.” he goes on, the side of his lip curling up into a smirk.

“I’m not.” you hiss back.

“Then prove it.”

You immediately press your lips against his, locking them in a passionate kiss. You stop swaying your hips to the music, completely ignoring it, as you moved your lips desperately. He kisses you back with just as much passion, his hands resting on your waist as yours remain wrapped around his neck. Taehyung presses his tongue against your lips, finding yours, and the two of you continue your make-out session for a moment until you feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your panties. You quickly snap off the garters that connect to your stockings, helping him pull your panties off completely. He pulls away from your kiss to lean back, taking you off guard. Staring up and down your seated figure, his tongue darts out subconsciously, making you shrink slightly with self-consciousness. Sure, you’re used to being stared at, but now that one of your sources of confidence has been taken off, you can’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment. Taehyung seems to notice this, and places a hand on your upper thigh, his eyes on yours, comforting you with no words. You bite down on your lip, returning his gaze with your own.

“I’ve never let anyone in my workplace see me totally naked like this,” you mumble softly. He shakes his head, taking your hands in his, chuckling.

“You’re beautiful. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” he hums, smiling warmly. The momentary change in character just to comfort makes your heart skip a beat. You smile back, before moving your hands to unbutton his dress pants. He breathes out sharply as you pull at the belt loops of his pants, as it creates friction against his length underneath. He shakes his head, frustrated, before gripping your hips to lift you off of him. Standing up straight while unbuttoning his shirt, he takes it upon himself to push his pants and underwear down at the same time, kicking them off on the floor beside the chair. You practically drool upon seeing his bare body, well toned and glowing under the dimmed atmospheric lights in the room and from a bit of sweat from both of your heating arousal. His body looks just as gorgeous as his face. And his cock, erect, stiff, and ready. You immediately push him back onto his chair, pressing your lips against his again, capturing them in a passionate and lustful kiss. He groans into your lips as you climb back on him, before reaching over beside him to his pants, grabbing a condom from the back pocket. You look down at him, with an eyebrow arched. He smirks at you, shrugging.

“What? I’m always prepared.” he states, and you roll your eyes, scoffing. He flashes you a cheeky, boxy smile, before looking down at his hard cock, giving it a few pumps before unwrapping and rolling the condom on.

“You’re sure about this, right? I don’t want you to feel forced into doing this.” he checks, looking up at you with concerned eyes. You nod your head, a hand gently stroking through his soft, lilac hair.

“I’m sure, Taehyung.” you respond. He nods his head, bringing his hands back to your hips. He helps you as you lift yourself up, aligning your core with the tip of his length. He teases you for a moment, letting it rub against your clit and spreading your wetness around. You let out a groan of frustration. You’re absolutely done with all the teasing. Sinking yourself down all at once, you both moan out rather loudly in pleasure. You bite down on your lip in an attempt to suppress your moans. If Hyunwoo hears anything too loud in there, he’ll go right in to stop you two.

Taehyung seems to know the fact as well, and brings one of his hands to cover your mouth.

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s as if you want someone to come and catch you riding my cock. You’d like that, hm? Make him watch you bouncing on my lap, fucking yourself on my dick like the dirty girl you are.” he growls into your ear, his tongue peeking out to lick along the side of your neck. You throw your head back in ecstasy, beginning to bounce on his dick at an unsteady pace, meeting him halfway as Taehyung snaps his hips up against yours deliciously.

“Fuck, you’re so tight around me, baby…” he groans softly, breaths escaping his lips in rapid pants. You gyrate your hips around his cock, relishing in the feeling, before lifting and dropping yourself on his cock again. You try your hardest to stay quiet as the wet walls of your pussy tighten and contract around him, which signal to you the build up of your incoming orgasm. Taehyung lifts his hips up, letting you bounce on him as he snaps into you harder, penetrating you deeper, before suddenly finding the best angle that hits your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders desperately as your orgasm approaches quicker than you expect, parting your lips in a silent scream as Taehyung moves the hand that was covering your mouth in between the two of you to rub your clit each time your hips meet his with each thrust.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock.” he growls into your ear. You throw your head forward as your eyes meet his own, staring with desperation. His orbs glow and shine under the lights like amethysts, deep purple yet dazzling in their own way. He tilts his head upwards towards you to lock your lips together in another kiss, quickening his thrusts as he chases both his and your highs.

“Ahh..-- I’m gonna cum, Taehyung--” you choke out in gasps, before he plants his thumb against your clit and rubs deeply in small circles. That one action has you throwing your head back, biting your lip hard to suppress your moans, seeing stars as a very overwhelming orgasm rushes through your body and envelopes you into a state of bliss for a moment as Taehyung continues to snap his hips into you, letting you ride out your high in search for his.

“F--Fuck, I’m cumming…--” he groans, thrusting his hips even faster and irregularly as his own orgasm hits him, his cock spasming inside your walls and releases into the condom with a few more thrusts. Your legs ache as you stay on his lap and him on the chair, before you slowly pull yourself off of his cock, causing the both of you to flinch from the overstimulation. You take a few unstable steps back, stumbling as you try to get your panties and bra back on without having to take your heels off. Taehyung rolls the condom off, tying it and tossing it into a garbage bin. He also buttons his top back up, finding his underwear and pants and putting those back on. Once he’s done, he notices you still struggling to clasp your bra on because of your weak and shaky arms. He lets out a chuckle, moving behind you to help.

“Don’t think I’d just fuck you and leave, I’m not that type.” he says softly. Once he helps you, you turn around to face him, extending your hand to entwine with his. He’s taken aback from the gesture, but complies nonetheless. The two of you exit the room, and Hyunwoo tilts his head to the side in curiosity as he notices you both holding hands. Walking down the hallway close to the exit, you turn towards Taehyung, and extend your hand towards him for a handshake.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Kim Taehyung.” you say politely, adding emphasis to the word ‘pleasure’. He smiles, shaking your hand for a moment as well.

“The pleasure was all mine, Ms. Y/N.” he returns, also playing along and adding emphasis. As soon as you let go of his hand, he leans down towards your ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow evening, beautiful. Have a fun rest of the night,” he whispers, before flashing you a smirk and walking out of the glass doors.

The dull ache in your arms and legs keep you remembering for not only that night, but all nights, of the man with the amethyst eyes.

A/N: loool i felt like that ending was hella cheeseballs but whatever~ i had a lot of fun writing this cuz i think strip clubs and pole dancers are the bomb.com omggg-- anyways, i don’t own kim taehyung or bts or anything like that, but i do own this writing, so don’t steal it! >:( i take requests, so feel free to pop me a request for something in my ask box! until next time, thanks for reading!

~Lavender

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chill-that-ur-inmyhead · 4 years ago

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1. Who was the last person you held hands with? yao

2. Are you outgoing or shy? depends how I feel and the situation usually lean towards outgoing but I have my moments of shyness

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my friends and my mum

4. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I don’t like anyone but I’m sure my friends would

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? charming and witty

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? doubt it

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Jesus......???? haha no one

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? nah it is perfectly natural

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? yao

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “Yeah it’s insane”

12. What are your 5 favourite songs right now? Taylor Swift - betty Taylor Swift - The last great american dynasty The Heads and the Heart - Rivers and Roads Rusted Root - Send Me On My Way Machine Gun Kelly & Halsey - forget me too

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? eh sometimes it can be nice sometimes I can only think about dirty hands on my hair

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yeah sure

15. What good thing happened this summer? I finally started my driving lessons and overcame my fear

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? eh if it happens it happens but if not I’ll live

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? I hope so

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? nope

19. Do you like bubble baths? yep

20. Do you like your neighbours? yep they’re chill

21. What are your bad habits? nosiness

22. Where would you like to travel? Hawaii, Japan, China, Vietnam, Philippines, Australia, America, Canada literally EVERYWHERE!!!

23. Do you have trust issues? ehhhh I have issues but idk if trust is my main one

24. Favourite part of your daily routine? making lunch and a smoothie yum

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? my hips and thighs like why are you so big!!!!

26. What do you do when you wake up? check my phone for the time

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? just a lil tan wouldn’t hurt... a nice golden glow yenno

28. Who are you most comfortable around? myself

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? nope! whoops haha

30. Do you ever want to get married? possibly

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Saoirse Ronan and Timothee Chalamet

33. Spell your name with your chin. bnzrerejketr (no where near)

34. Do you play sports? What sports? netball

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? surprisingly tv... music has been a solace in the pandemic and can’t give it up

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? ofc

37. What do you say during awkward silences? nothing just let the awkwardness seep in

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? thinks I am witty and charming ahah

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? asos... I guess I shop on instead of in

40. What do you want to do after high school? go to uni. check! now what? who knows

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends if there are people waiting for their first

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m daydreaming

43. Do you smile at strangers? more like I try to have a neutral face

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ocean forever

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? daylight

46. What are you paranoid about? being boring

47. Have you ever been high? yep

48. Have you ever been drunk? yep

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? no???

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? pink

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Jane Fonda

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? my metabolism, it is so slow

53. Favourite makeup brand? nars and urban decay

54. Favourite store? asos

55. Favourite blog? ?????

56. Favourite colour? red

57. Favourite food? chinese

58. Last thing you ate? chocolate covered raisins

59. First thing you ate this morning? fish finger wrap

60. Ever won a competition? For what? yes!!! I won tickets to see hamilton in 2018 for my friend and I (!!!!!!) when I got the notification that I won I was shaking with excitement

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? nope

62. Been arrested? For what? nope

63. Ever been in love? I have loved, but in love? who knows

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I don’t remember it tbh haha

65. Are you hungry right now? I’m chilling

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? nope

67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Twitter

69. Are you watching tv right now? nope

70. Names of your pets (If any)? used to have rabbits called, bonnie, pip and Barnaby but the first two past away and we had to re house the latter

71. Craving something? What? nah

72. What colour are your towels? sandy brown and pink

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? uno

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? nope

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? i used to have around 20 but now they’re down to 5 kept in a memory box

75. Favourite animal? dolphin

76. What colour is your underwear? black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? coffee

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? pink

80. What colour pants? navy blue

81. Favourite tv show? gilmore girls, grace and frankie and the office (us)

82. Favourite movie? Bridget Jones’s Diary

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Kevin G haha

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Bruce

87. First person you talked to today? padre

88. Last person you talked to today? padre

89. Name a person you hate? my old estate agent

90. Name a person you love? family

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? nope

92. In a fight with someone? nope

93. How many sweatpants do you have? one purple pair and they’re so baggy and comfy I love them

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 2 - first is pink from glossier and the second is purple from hilfiger

95. Last movie you watched? easy a

96. Favourite actress? saoirse ronan

97. Favourite actor? timothee chalamet

98. Do you tan a lot? not as much as I’d like

99. Have any pets? only fish

100. How are you feeling? sleepy

101. Do you type fast? ish

102. Do you regret anything from your past? that I didn’t learn to drive at 17

103. Can you spell well? I like to think so

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? nah

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? hmmm don’t think so

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? maybe

107. Have you ever been on a horse? yes

108. What should you be doing? sleeping

109. Is something irritating you right now? my back

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? yes

111. Do you have a full length mirror in your room? yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? my family probably

113. What was your childhood nickname? H

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? yep

115. Do you play the Wii? not anymore

116. Are you listening to music right now? yep - Taylor Swift, the archer

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? yep

118. Do you like Chinese food? love

119. Favourite book? Ian McEwan Atonement

120. Are you afraid of the dark? not anymore

121. Are you mean? I try not to be

122. Is cheating ever okay? nah

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? yep

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? no more like lust at first sight

125. Do you believe in true love? for sure

126. Are you currently bored? ofc

127. What makes you happy? socialising, shopping, drinking

128. Would you change your name? probably not

129. What your zodiac sign? aquarius

130. Do you like subway? yep

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? he wouldn’t, he is 110% gay

132. Who’s the last person you called? Betty but she didn’t answer

133. Favourite lyrics right now? “I’m only 17, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you” - betty, Taylor Swift

134. Can you count to one million? nope and I wouldn’t care to try

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? that I owned a horse, no I didn’t, I just went riding

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? closed

137. How tall are you? 5′5

138. Curly or Straight hair? wavy

139. Brunette or Blonde? blonde

140. Summer or Winter? winter

141. Night or Day? night

142. Favourite month? september

143. Are you a vegetarian? nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? dark

145. Tea or Coffee? tea

146. Was today a good day? it was average

147. Mars or Snickers? snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote? “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay then it’s not the end” - Best Exotic Marigold Hotel movie

149. Do you believe in ghosts? nah

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Two years later, in spite of her doctor’s warnings, mother took a final stab at having a son” My Life So Far, Jane Fonda

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sujiult-blog · 7 years ago

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don’t know you (yet i’m on my knees)

Summary: Jimin is horny. And Yoongi has either the worst or best timing. Depends on how you look at it.

Words: 2484

Not one person in any way is allowed to post this or any of my other works on any site without my consent.

Jimin was hot and frustrated all over.

He hadn’t had a good fuck in months and all he could think about the past week was about this guy named Jeon Jeongguk whom he had been chatting with on an online dating site for nearly a month.

After the first few days of texting they had found out they lived in the same city, a week later they knew that they went to the same university.

jjk: i rlly don’t wanna show my face

jjk: dont get me wrong, i like you and all but after my last relationship i dont think im ready to commit that quickly :(

Jimin was fine with that. He could wait. But with all the teasing texts Jeongguk had been sending on a daily basis had begun to take its toll.

One morning he woke with morning wood after what had seemed like a subtle sexting session the night before and had to finish himself off in the restroom after he had caught himself grinding into a stray pillow with his roommate still slumbering peacefully only a few meters away.

And now his mind was swirling with mathematical equations and fabricated images of Jeongguk.

How tall is he? What’s his eye color? Does he like lazy weekends with takeout? Maybe he’s muscular. Jimin hopes not. He had worked too hard on his abs just to be out-abbed by someone else.

How good was he in bed? Maybe he would be the one to let Jimin top for once. Just imagining it makes his cock twitch. God, he so badly wants to have sex but he never hooked up again after he had an incident with a girl who had had a blood play fetish and tried to slice his dick so she could lick the blood off it.

Jimin felt positively needy to the point the he’s desperate enough to text Jeongguk.

park.jim: JUNGKOOK

jjk: WHAT

park.jim: ok idk how to ask you this but

Jeongguk patiently waits for Jimin’s reply but after the ‘park.jim is typing…’ disappears and reappears for the eighth time he shuts off his phone and returns to his professor’s lulling depiction of the Division of Korea.

park.jim: okay im actually really horny rn and i want to get off so bad and im tired of fucking my hand pls help me out

park.jim: lets meet in the art department restroom, nobody ever uses it i’ll lock it just knock ONCE and i’ll open it

park.jim: and if you don’t show up i’ll understand -_-’

Jimin gathers his belongings, shoving them hurriedly into his messenger bag then taking off, his professor not sparing so much as a glance in his direction.

As he jogs towards the Art Department, Jimin silently thanks his mom for encouraging him to take up the part time job as janitor for sections A and B which were mostly Art and Business buildings so all he really had to do was take down ‘Wet Paint’ signs and walk around for a couple of hours filling up bags with miscellaneous pieces of trash. That and the university gave him a access to various keys including the restrooms.

Jimin holds open the door then locks it from the outside, closes it, and waits.

Yoongi is nearly done with his new mural. A dark blue sky swirling with purple hues. Lights from a huge ferris wheel so realistic they seem to shimmer against the night sky.

It was one of his favorite memories from visiting California last summer. He could still recall the scent of greasy food and the shouts a joyous children dragging their parents across the fair and back. He sighs happily and begins to set up long poles. Clipping white sheets and hooking them at the ends to make sure any stray leaf won’t smudge his work. He pokes at each air flap before packing his art supplies and dropping them off at his art studio. Yoongi considers stopping by for coffee before heading towards his dorm and decides he’d better wash up first.

At first Yoongi finds it a bit strange that the restroom door is closed so he knocks once, then leans his ear against the door just to make sure he doesn’t walk in on something (it has happened before).

Just as he backs up the door swings open and a blur of hands grab his jacket, dragging him inside.

Immediately he’s shoved against the wall with feverish lips exploring the expanse of his neck and chest, exposed by his low cut shirt.

“What the hell kid!” Yoongi desperately tries to wriggle free but the dude just isn't letting go. Yoongi is just about ready to kick the guy in the balls and book it until he receives a particularly hard suck a few centimeters under his ears causes him to stiffen.

The stranger seems to notice. He looks up and stares into Yoongi’s eyes. This is the first time he seems him clearly.

Mussed up blond hair, chubby cheeks, plump luscious lips, and eyes with pupils blown wide.

Suddenly Yoongi doesn’t seem so freaked out. This dude is gorgeous and seemingly willing to hard core makeout session. God knows his sex life is about as dead as his great-great-great grandma (a morbid comparison but you get the point). He takes all things into consideration: 1) he’s making out with a stranger, 2) it’s a really hot stranger, 3) a pocket pussy could never compare to an inviting hot mouth.

So he does the obvious.

Yoongi yanks the stranger upwards, pulling his hair, extracting a whine of pain, promptly shutting him up by smashing their lips together. Their tongues swirl together, teeth clashed, and small fingers began palming his dick through his jeans.

“Let me suck you off please, oh my god please I'm good I swear Ju-” Yoongi cuts him off with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, yes, yes suck my dick.” Yoongi has never felt this weak. He’s practically leaning against the sink, holding onto the handicap rail for dear life.

The hot stranger takes no time with Yoongi’s jeans and has them pooling by his knees in seconds.

Sultry breaths fan over the expanse of his boxer’s as Yoongi looks down just in time to see the black haired male press open mouthed kisses against his clothed erection.

“I- I don’t even know your name.”

“What do you mean you don’t know my name? Of course you do, it’s Jimin you dolt.”

“Jimin.” He likes the feel of it dancing on his tongue, “Ji- Oh shit, ah.” Yoongi had been so absorbed in the newfound information he hadn’t even noticed the his boxers had been removed and was now exposed to frigid air wafting from the small window.

Jimin stares wide eyed. He recalls the ‘subtle sexting’ and remembers Jungkook saying his dick was a pretty average size, but this, this was huge. An easy eight inches, thick and heavy under his palm. Veins prominent against the pretty pink tip. He whimpers with want. This is his dream cock.

He gave it a tentative lick, and whom he believes is Jeongguk, shivers. Jimin took the tip between his lips and hollowed his cheeks, slowly taking it until it hit the back of his throat. His eyes watered and it took all his willpower not to gag. His hand went around the length he couldn’t take and began bobbing his head, moving his hand in sync.

Yoongi had just begun to realize how long it had been, Jimin started gaining a steady rhythm and he was already on the verge of his climax. “Ah, wait-” Yoongi pulls at Jimin’s hair and his teeth accidently graze his cock.

Yoongi’s hips involuntarily buck and Jimin is forced to swallow more than he thought possible. Jimin leans back his mouth releasing the cock with a loud pop, cheek brushing against Yoongi’s erection and a streak of pre-cum is left as he catches his breath.

“Fuck, sorry Jimin, it was an acci-”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“I said do it again.”

“What do you mean-”

“Fucking hell. I’m telling you to fuck my face Jeongguk!”

Jimin had just called him Jeongguk.

“Okay.”

Then Jimin’s hair is being pulled, little whines emit from his throat, high pitched and needy.

Yoongi’s dick is put to his lips, he looks up lust-filled eyes stare back at him expectantly, “Go on then Jiminie, open your mouth for daddy.”

Jimin jumps a bit as if he had been given a small electric shock. Had Jeongguk just called himself daddy? Oh god, he would have never thought- Jungkook had denied every kink in the book and now he came at him with this.

“I- I Jeon- mph!”

Yoongi’s cock was shoved in his mouth, effectively gagging him. “Good boy Jiminie.”

“Now I want you to hold onto my hips and don’t touch yourself at all.”

Without hesitation, his shaking hands went around his hips, stubby fingers marking the skin red.

Yoongi experimentally thrust his hips forward. Jimin’s eyes widened but he didn’t begin retching and coughing; in fact, his mouth seemed to widen a bit, allowing Yoongi to go in deeper.

Yoongi languidly slides in and out, tugging on Jimin’s hair, adjusting his head as he wanted it. Jimin’s tongue slid under Yoongi’s cock; teeth every so often grazing it.

“Ah- fuck, Jimin. Listen. If I get too rough i want you to pinch me really hard, okay? Nod if you’re okay with me- well, manhandling you.” Jimin nods maybe a bit to vigorously. He was tired of the tortoise like pace ‘Jeongguk’ had set. He was ready for something a lot more heated. He was just about ready to snap and let his inner power bottom take control.

Jimin looked up at Yoongi, his eyes slightly red and watery while the latters were hooded, with a deep look of ecstasy. Yoongi slid out of Jimin’s mouth slowly, his hands twirling through Jimin’s light strands.

Them, seemingly out of nowhere, Yoongi rams right back into his mouth. Jimin yelps but he didn’t pinch Yoongi’s sides, instead he inhales through his nose and sucks it up because his mom didn’t raise no bitch.

Yoongi pounds in and out of his mouth mercilessly.

“God Jiminie, you’re so good. I’m almost there babe, hold on a bit longer for me.” But Jimin wasn’t sure he could. Even though his cock had been neglected during the entirety of the intercourse the friction it made with his jeans was nearly unbearable. Then suddenly Yoongi stops and slips out of his mouth and begins to jerk himself off.

“Fuck- ah- open your mouth Jimin.” Jimin does what he’s told, beginning to palm himself through his jeans chasing his orgasm. He knows what is coming and it’s all too much for him.

Jimin comes, loud whines escaping his throat just as squirts of come land in his mouth. His eyes close just as soon as streaks of come cover his eyelash. He feels lips ghosting over his then a tongue slowly begin licking over his lip, cheeks, and eyelid. He sucks in a sharp breath unclear on how to react.

“You did so good Jimin-ah. So good for daddy.”

Jimin whimpers softly, absolute euphoria taking over his mind. Suddenly Yoongi stops. He helps Jimin up looking him dead in the eye. “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“Um, okay?”

Yoongi mutters a string of curses under his breath, sounding mainly like insults directed toward himself. “I’m actually-” A loud ping resonates in the restroom followed by several more. Jimin knows they’re texts from Jeongguk, but… Jeongguk was right in front of him.

“Uh, give me a second.” Jimin digs through his pocket and takes out his phone reading the text.

jjk: OHMYGOD

jjk: I KNOCKED OUT I JUST READ THIS JESUS CHRIST

jjk: i feel really bad fuuck

jjk: imma be honest with you jimin even if i read the text when you sent it… i dont tjink i would’ve gone :[

jjk: think**

jjk: this is really awkward. imma leave… bye

Jimin looks up at Yoongi in horror. “Who the fuck are you?” he exclaims, “Oh my god I just sucked a strangers dick. What the hell? Why did you let me suck your dick? I want to die. You’re not Jeon-”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you! But I really wanted a blowjob and you’re really hot…” Yoongi then remembers that he wasn’t the one who had begun the makeout session (as enjoyable as it was). “Besides you were the one who began eating my face!”

“Because I thought you were Jeongguk.”

“Well I’m not. My name is Yoongi! But why were you so eager to suck this Jeongguk kids dick if you don’t even know how he looks like?”

“It’s a long story that doesn’t involve you!”

“Oh it doesn’t involve me? You literally just sucked my dick!”

“Speaking about your dick, why don’t you put your pants on right already? It’s really distracting!”

Yoongi smirks, he silently pulls up his boxers and jeans. “Distracting? Do you want another taste Jiminie?” He takes a step forward, then another, and another, forcing Jimin to back up against the wall. He places his arms on either side of the cowering boy, effectively trapping him. “Or perhaps a little more than that. Let me tell you, I wouldn’t mind having a bite of you.” His hand sliding down to Jimin’s hips, playfully snapping his waistband. Jimin flinches, cheeks reddening along with the tip of his ears.

“Fuck off.” Jimin whispers.

“I don’t think I heard you princess. Wanna speak up?”

“I said fuck off- Mph!” Lips press on his. Tongue sliding into his mouth and wandering hands groping at his bottom. Jimin moans. “Catch me.” He whispers.

Jimin jumps up, legs wrapping around Yoongi. Large hands massaging his ass. Nimble fingers putting pressure against his hole.

“You’re a tease you know that?”

Yoongi just smirks. “Seems like you want more. How about we go out for coffee first. I’ll see if you’re as nice as you look. Maybe then I’ll dick you down.”

“What?! Who even said I wanted to go on a date with you? Much less-”

“Shut up and let’s go.” Yoongi opens the door and looks back, “You should drop Jeongguk a text and tell him you just sucked his favorite teacher’s assistant's dick.”

“This can’t be happening! I thought you said you didn't know him!”

“Just remembered. I help out like 300 kids. It’s difficult to keep track. Now, let’s go princess. If you behave I’ll buy you something nice.” Yoongi’s hand stretches out, large hand open wide. Jimin stares back nervously. He takes a deep breath and takes Yoongi’s hand.

The door shuts with a bang, and all that’s heard is someone letting out a deep chuckle, a rumbling voice whispering, “Good boy.”

#yoonmin #yoongixjimin #yoongi #jimin #bts #fanfiction

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hairbeat-blog1 · 7 years ago

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In-depth Character Sheet

Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum.

Reblog or repost. DO NOT remove credit.

TAGGED BY: @nautalass

TAGGING: This one is difficult to fill out and I don’t want to pressure anyone this time, so... how about, if you read under the break, you can do it, and tag me in “tagged by” so I can see it.

FULL NAME: Sunny of the Four Heavenly Kings MEANING: The english word sunny, his affiliation is used like a family name NICKNAME: N/A MEANING: N/A AGE: 24 BIRTHDAY: September 7, 476 GA ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Virgo GENDER: theres no gender in the wasteland baby ALLERGIES: None known SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Guys THEME SONG(S): Playlist

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Rainbow/Gold HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Free and long EYES COLOR: Blue-grey HEIGHT: Very tall WEIGHT: Heavier than he looks OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Pastel bro DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Cataracts, needle scars SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Highlights and lip gloss FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Pillar of shimmering hair SKIN COLOR: Golden BODY TYPE/BUILD: Lanky goblin man DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A pout or a smirk POSTURE: Looking down on everyone PIERCINGS: None DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Too weak to hold up to how much he yells

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Birth mother HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Not at all. Estranged with a bit of bad blood. DAD: President Ichiryu, adoptive HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Very well SIBLINGS: Four of ‘em HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Depends! In general, he loves them but also loves to fight. CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A PAST LOVER(S): N/A CURRENT LOVER: N/A REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: Nil LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: People better than him PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Protective and doting, but easily angered

PERSONALITY ..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Haughty and contrary ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Competitive but admiring ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Haughtier and even more contrary FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow FAVORITE FOOD: Seafood FAVORITE ANIMAL: Mother Snake FAVORITE ELEMENT: Water LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Saturated red LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Most salads LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cephalopods and bugs HOBBIES: Fishing, watching pro wrestling, study USUAL MOOD: Petulant DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Usually just alcohol DARK VERSION OF SELF: Under influence of Satan Hair. Without sympathy, wants killing and eating more than anything. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: He takes himself seriously but is a joke CLASS IN AN RPG: Tank/Wall BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Not that much (IN)DEPENDENT: Dependent VULNERABILITY: Yes OPINION ON SWEARING: No problem with it, though he only swears himself when he’s lost control. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: He throws himself into trouble a lot and runs away just as much MUSIC TYPE: Jazz and rock MOVIE TYPE: Horror BOOK TYPE: Guidebooks and textbooks COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: High 70s SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps comfortably at night, but sleeps more when he’s feeling down CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: He has his own ways of organizing things DESIRED PET: More snakes, please HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Napping BIGGEST SECRET: His hair talks to him and sometimes Tommy does too. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Zebra, Ichiryu, Dio WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Octopus FEARS: Abandonment, judgement, his siblings marrying each other COMFORTS: Food, attention

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: No reaction in his body, though his hair goes into alert mode SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Tell them too their face and not know why that didn’t solve it PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Sunny.exe has crashed DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Angry depression. He can’t handle that at all. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Fidgeting, might throw it after a while. INJURY: Dissociation SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Begrudging acknowledgement

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Living weapon made though human experimentation/the President’s spoiled child. (full bio in progress) FIRST APPEARANCE: Chapter 30-- Sunny!! (had previously made cameos)

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: GA equivalents to Japanese, Korean and English, if there are any. SCHOOLING LEVEL: No traditional schooling FAVORITE SUBJECT(S): Ceramics INTERESTED CAREERS: He’s never considered having options other than Gourmet Hunter EXPERTISE: None..? CHEMISTRY: Only practical applications MATH: Not at all LANGUAGE: Average. GEOGRAPHY: Good when it comes to the natural world, less so with countries’ borders POLITICS/LAW: No clue COOKING: Good theoretical understanding, but he’s not great at doing it MECHANICS: Below average BOTANY (FLOWERS): Above average MYTHOLOGY: Average DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): Do tantrums count? READING LEVEL: His comprehension of dry and technical texts is above average, his ability to analyze creative works is average or maybe a bit below HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Not very. READING LEVEL: His comprehension of dry and technical texts is above average, his ability to analyze creative works is average or maybe a bit below HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Not very.

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Yes, but he’s bad at it and it can be hard to read as affection HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): Overbearing GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: A mix GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into-- if he gets to the point of liking someone PROTECTIVE: Yes ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Lovers-- if they don’t want to act cheesy and romantic what’s the point WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Food, clothes, vacations TYPE OF KISSER: Enthusiastic, sloppy, might nip a bit DO THEY WANT KIDS: He isn’t close to responsible enough DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: He hasn’t thought about it MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Both at times ARE THEY ROMANTIC: He tries, oh my god does he try HOW ARE THEY IN BED: See: type of kisser GET JEALOUS EASY: Yes WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: No, though he can still be destructive MARRY FOR MONEY: Nah FAVORITE SEX POSITION: Looking into his partner’s face as he pins them to the bed-- or maybe the other way around, he hasn’t ironed this plan out yet. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A hike somewhere beautiful and a picnic at the farthest point. Go back into town for the night, have sweets and wine on the couch together, kiss. OPINION ON SEX: He’s heard great things and would love to have some someday

#answered meme #headcanon #wheewwww i think.. thats all i can do for tonight #warning for n/s/f/w near the end of the list

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musicious · 8 years ago

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Count It

“Count it, again.”

“I did that ten times.”

It was rather a good day in California. The weather was just nice and warm, there was no traffic sound whatsoever and a bunch of people just got the money they needed for travelling after a year of working.

“Are you fucking sure?”

“We finally made it.”

“Guys,” Jean Fisher smiled as she took a seat around the round wooden table. “Let’s not panic, okay? We did make it, but we have to think thoroughly. What are we going to do with our jobs? I mean, come on, there is still life after this, you know.”

“Jean,” said the blonde haired girl, sitting across the brunette. “You are right, but stop.”

“But, Kimberly-“

“No buts, this is just for summer, anyway,” Kimberly Watson added. “We have a whole life ahead of us and the jobs were temporary, you know that.”

“I know,” the brunette protested. “I just… It doesn’t make sense to spend it all on vacation all of a sudden, that’s all.”

“Fuck, I knew one of you would bring this up,” Brandon Williams groaned, shaking his head disapprovingly. “We made a fucking deal and we made it clear that the money is going to be spent on travelling, Jean, don’t be a party pooper.”

“Okay, okay,” a black haired girl cut in, her hand resting on Jean’s shoulder for support. “It is normal for her to have second thoughts, this is a great amount of money, you guys. But we can’t back off now, this is a great opportunity.”

“Ava is right,” a tall, blonde guy added as he ripped off the name tag that said ‘Rick’, which he was wearing for his job. “We are going, end of the discussion.”

Ava Parker smiled and opened the cover of the small, blue notebook next to the money. It looked like a basic notebook, with ‘Places’ written on it and a small, simple heart drawing. She looked at the first page and read it out loud for her friends. “Travel, not for the eye, but for the soul.”

“And for the girls,” Brandon muttered with a smirk.

“And to see La Liga for real,” added Rick Barton and gave his friend a high five.

“And to find myself a handsome Eduardo.”

“Amen, Kimberly, amen,” Jean laughed out loud. “I can use a Felipé, too.”

“Or a Chavez.”

“And a Diego.”

Ava rolled her eyes, though a small smirk was playing on her lips. “Okay, can I have a Léon? Or a Javier?”

“Oh, anything you want.”

“And they say men are perverts,” Rick narrowed his blue eyes. “All we can think about is whether we can get a fucking photograph with Lionel Messi and they are thinking of banging a Hispanic dude.”

“Okay,” the black haired woman held the notebook in the air. “Who wants to know our first destination?”

“God, please let it be Ukraine.”

“Damn it, Brandon, let it be fucking Spain,” Rick cut off. “I want to see some Eva Mendez.”

“Who’s talking now?” Kimberly shook her head, fingers crossed behind her back.

“It will be Arabia and all you’ll be seeing will be Fatima’s,” Jean stuck out her tongue at her friend.

“God, please don’t let it be Arabia, yet.”

Ava read the second page of the blue notebook, where they had written down their destinations one by one when they first thought of the idea. Decorated with images found on Google and some cheap glitters, she read it out loud with excitement. “Guys, we are going to France.”

They all exclaimed happily and felt the sudden feeling of relief rushing down their bodies. It wasn’t Arabia now, but it was Arabia someday. They wondered why they even put that in the notebook in the first place, but it could be arranged anyway. They could always go to Egypt, instead.

They spent the next hour calling their friend, Stacey, from the travel agency to get them the most affordable plane tickets and hotel bookings. They had the money, but that didn’t necessarily mean they could spend it for anything they wanted. They had a whole summer in front of them and they had to make a plan to use it in the most useful way.

That very night, they called their bosses from the temporary jobs to quit. It didn’t go smoothly, but they did not expect anything different, anyway. They signed up knowing what would happen in the end and they signed up exactly for it.

Ava zipped up her luggage and stared at it dreamily, it was a big, red one with her name tag placed on it. She knew it was all she had dreamed since she was a little child and finally witnessing that she was achieving it on her early 20’s made her a winner.

She fixed her black leggings and stretched her legs as she stared in the mirror. She wasn’t exactly tall, she could even be called petite with her nearly average height. Her black, wavy hair was reaching down to her back and matching her dark brown eyes.

Another feminine figure caught her attention in the mirror and she smiled at her friend’s reflection. Jean was sleeping in the bed next to hers, curling her knees up to her chest and a happy smile on her lips. Her straight brown hair was pulled into a ponytail tightly as she made a stirring sound.

With one final glance at the mirror, she left her bedroom that she was sharing with Jean and went downstairs –only to find no one in the first floor. It was two in the morning and she didn’t feel tired at all from all the excitement.

She took a seat in the kitchen counter and made herself a filter coffee with milk. It was a great chance that they found plane tickets the very next morning. For the first time in their lives, the chance was on their side.

“Thought you were sleeping.”

She shrieked lightly, her frown was replaced with a genuine smile afterwards. Brandon was always a late sleeper, she was even curious at times that he didn’t sleep at all. She, on the other hand, loved sleeping. “I don’t sleep early, thought you knew that.”

“Yeah, I know,” he began, attempting to make himself a coffee. “But with all the travel plans and shit, I thought you would be the first one sleeping with a smile on her face.”

She chuckled and took a sip from her coffee. “I had been dreaming of this for so long, it doesn’t seem real to me now.”

Brandon opened the drawer and grabbed some M&M’s, offering her some as he spoke. “As if it’s not going to happen? Been there, but we actually have tickets, so have some rest,” he added as his phone rang a couple of times and he silenced it in the exact moment he saw the caller ID. Letting out a loud sigh, he shrugged his shoulders at Ava, who had been giving him a suspicious eye.

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, pulling her black hair into a ponytail. “Oh, you are such a mess, you know that? She is sad, you two broke up last week. What do you expect her to do, anyway?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Well, we might have been broken up a few hours ago.”

“Are you kidding me?” She shook her head, her jaw dropping. “You, asshole.”

“What? She showed up at my workplace a few days ago,” he said, hands in the air in defense. “Also, do you have any idea how good she is in bed? And I didn’t even mention that she gives great head.”

“Oh, my god,” she exclaimed. “I don’t wanna hear it, pervert.”

“Ava, don’t act like you never tell me these stories.”

“Yeah, but I don’t talk about giving heads.”

“You should.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled and brushed off his black hair back with his fingers, it was shoulder length. The dark shade of his hair exposed his green eyes, which she thought it was the only feature in his face that actually repressed his personality. Besides that, he looked like a regular type of criminal.

He was very much like her other friends; young, energetic and dying to learn new things. However, despite his cold and distant look, thanks to his lean body shape and blank stare, he was secretly a caring person.

She watched as he lifted a cigarette and let it rest on his bottom lip while he searched for a lighter in his pocket. She knew that he was a smoker, they had been very close friends for a few years, but he was a serious smoker now and she was tired to tell him to quit whenever he lit a cigarette.

“You’re staring.”

“Because you are getting deeper into that shit, everyday.”

“I know.”

He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. It was the burning feeling in his throat that made it harder for him to quit smoking, he liked that feeling. It was just that burn at the moment and he liked not thinking about anything else.

Brandon pulled up the zip on his black hoodie and tilted his head towards the garden, offering to go outside since it was house rules not to smoke indoors. “Take your coffee, let’s sit outside.”

“Sure, I want to hear about all the useless stuff you packet in your suitcase.”

As both headed to the garden, Jean woke up upstairs with a mumbling by her side. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. Come on, everyone knew she loved a good sleep, which involved minimum eight hours of sleeping.

“Jeanie, wake up.”

It took a moment for her to clear her vision before sitting up slowly. “Kim?”

Kimberly muttered positively and sat back in her friend’s back, nudging Jean by the leg. “Wake up”

“What’s up? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

Jean groaned and let her body fell back to the pillow, but woke up again by Kimberly’s instant nudging. She pulled her legs up to her belly and tried to ignore her until it became impossible for her to do so. “Well, what can I do to help, Kim?” she asked eventually, sounding helpful, yet, irritated.

“You can tell me that it will be the best decision of our lives,” the blonde muttered, playing with her long nails. “You can tell me that… we all will find ourselves in this trip, literally, of course.”

Jean sighed softly and sat up, resting her back on the wall. “It will be, Kim, you already know that.”

“But what if it’s a waste of time?” she blinked blankly. “I mean, I know that I spoke very sure of myself today, but I’ve been thinking since we bought the tickets… It’s just, what if everything goes bad? What if we run out of money or something? All of our families are here and-“

“Dear, god, Kimberly,” the brunette laughed lightly. “It will be fine and we will have so much fun. You helped me to think positively, come on. If anything goes bad, we turn back. If we run out of money, we just… work or find a plan there. Don’t be anxious, it’s very unlike you.”

“I know,” she smiled. “It will be my first time, did you know that?”

“What, first time going abroad?”

“Yeah, besides all the worry and everything, I’m literally dying to see Paris.”

Jean fixed the sleep band on her forehead and returned her smile with a giggle. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a hot Spanish guy and have him attend this trip with us for the rest of the travel, we will take great pictures and you will post them on Instagram.”

Kimberly exclaimed happily and lay on the bed, her medium length blonde hair resting messily around her. “Will you find a guy, yourself, too?”

“Yeah, why not? I will find a Pierré.”

“A French, huh?”

“Yes, with a mustache.”

“Nice,” the blonde smiled and sat up. “Where is Ava?”

“Probably drinking some tea,” Jean stretched her arms above her head and placed herself into the sheets again, poking her friend with her leg. “We’re all excited, but I need sleep, girl.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going to sleep, too,” Kimberly nodded, also stretching her body when she got on her feet. “Thanks for the talk, Jeanie.”

“Anytime, love.”

The brunette pulled down her sleep band as she heard her bedroom door closing. She wasn’t sure if everything she had said to Kimberly was right, but it was a vacation after all. A vacation that all of them had been working their butts off for. They could always work something out if something went bad or something.

An hour later, the house went silent as everyone was asleep peacefully. All of them dreamed of places that they have never been and people they have never seen, but it felt familiar whatsoever. And eventually, their alarms went off and they opened their eyes with excitement.

It was beginning.

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marveldcmistress · 8 years ago

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Kings and Queens Pt.2

Summary: Reader encounters a man at work, only to later meet him at her birthday party. A/N: I suck at writing and updates. So thank you guys for putting up with me. ************************************************************************************************ "Dad, calm down. I'm leaving the house now." you chuckled as you walked out the front door of your father's house, keys in hand and purse across your body. "I just don't see why you couldn't just come to the restaurant after work." your dad says over the phone. You hadn't seen much of each other since you moved in, both you and your parents being busy with work. "I wasn't going to show up in my scrubs. I had three surgeries to do in 48 hours and I'm not showing up to the five star restaurant with you guys." "I know, but your mother and I are just so excited to see you. I feel like I haven't seen you since you moved back." he sighs. "I can't wait to see you guys either. Tell mom I love her and I'll be there soon." After hanging up, you got in your car and pulled out of the drive, though your thoughts weren't completely on the road. They were filled with memories of the encounter you had with the man at work. *Flashback* You had just finished washing up from your third surgery. A 9 year old boy had a tumor attached to his tonsils, and it had grown so big that it started blocking his airways. His mother had rushed him in when he started wheezing. The mass was stuck to the organ, so much so, that you had to remove both tonsils as well. It took 3 hours, but luckily you were able to remove both mass and organs and the boy was awake and well. You were standing at the front desk, going over the paper work with one of the nurses when he approached you. "Excuse me?" the deep voice says from behind you. You turn around to the sight of a beautiful man. Tall, well built, deep, sea blue eyes, pink, plump lips. Sandy blond hair and sharp cheeks and a strong jaw. He looked like the angel Michael himself. "May I help you?" you hope your voice didn't really sound as breathless to him as it did to you. "I'm looking for my sister-in-law? I tried calling her to tell her I was coming over for dinner but she didn't pick up." His voice is like silk, smooth and soft and deep. "Who is it?" "Isobel Barnes?" You nod your head. "She just finished a surgery with Doctor Grey (hehehehe) and should be done in about 30 minutes. If you would like to wait, we have our waiting room right there." you point to the chairs. "That's alright. I'll just surprise her then." he says, but his eyes are roaming up and down your body. Your face flushes, not used to the attention from good looking men such as the one in front of you. "Alright." you say, pushing the word out. "Have a nice day, ma'am." He nods before turning around and walking away, but giving you the chance to check out his nice ass. "Who was that?" one of the nurses says from behind the desk. "Isobel's brother-in-law. And I've seen her husband. Genetics was good to that family." you say, then both of you burst into giggles. "What's so funny?" Isobel says from behind you. "Y/N just met your brother-in-law. And she's smitten!" the nurse says. You roll your eyes. "I am not smitten. I'm just not blind. He was attractive." "My brother-in-law? Which one?" Isobel asked. "Didn't catch his name. Tall, blond, blue eyes, well built." you say. "Oh, Steve. He's my honorary brother-in-law. Bucky and him are best friends and grew up together. They consider themselves brothers." she said, waving it off. "That would explain why they don't look alike. But he wanted to tell you he is coming over for dinner tonight." you say, turning your mind back to your paperwork. * End Flashback * The beautiful man had been in your thoughts the rest of the day, his blue eyes passing through your mind every couple of minutes. You felt like you've seen him before, but couldn't remember where. He was so enchanting, his eyes drawing you in, begging to be drowned in. His voice was velvety smooth, like smooth silk sliding across your skin. And those lips and jaw. Just waiting to be kissed. You finally snap out of it when you pull up to the restaurant, parking and locking the car when you get out. When you walked in, all you had to do was say your dad's last name before your ushered to the table, and seated right beside your mother. She jumped up and gave you a big hug, squeezing you tight. "Hi, honey. I missed you." "Hi, mom. I missed you, too. Where's dad?" you ask. You didn't see him when you walked up. "He went to get a drink while we were waiting. He got too antsy and fidgety, so I told him to get some alcohol in his system." She chuckles. "Got it. Have you guys ordered already? What's good here?" you ask, taking off your jacket and setting it and your purse on the back of your chair. You were wearing a knee length blue dress with sleeves that go down to your forearms. The neckline was v-line, but not plunging. It was classy. Something you had bought in Seattle. "We only got our drinks, and I enjoy the calamari. Your father likes the escargot. But it's up to you. You look amazing, by the way." she says, running a hand over your arm, taking in your dress. "Thank you." Then the waiter came up, taking your drink order, and asked for an appetizer. "Shrimp cargo. It's her favorite." Tony says from behind him, moving into his chair. He leans over and kisses your cheek and giving you a big hug. "Hi, honey." he says. "Hi, dad. Shrimp cargo would be fine. Thank you." you say to the waiter, nodding your head in thanks. "So, how was work?" your dad asks, sipping on his scotch. "It was good. Saved a guy from kidney stones, pulled a baby out of a woman, and kept a kid from suffocating by his own tonsils. The average day at the office." you say. Pepper just laughs. You got your father's sense of humor. "Sounds exciting." she says, grin still on her face. "Sounds exhausting. You over work yourself." Tony says, taking another sip. "Tony!" your mom snaps. "It's okay mom. I am tired. It was a lot of standing on my feet. But it's worth it. The baby was a healthy girl, and the boy told me he was going to marry me." you laugh. "A girl?" your dad asks. You can see the light in his eyes. He wants to be a grandfather so bad. That's all he's been talking about since you helped a teen give birth to a boy when you moved back. (I'm honestly making all of this shit up. This kind of doctor just does everything. Yay! Super doctor!) "Beautiful, healthy girl. Full head of dark hair. It was great." you say. The waiter comes with your drink and the appetizer, and the conversation turns to your birthday party plans. He talks of caterers and decorators and a baker. "So, I've got a list of business partners I want to invite, and your mother has a few friends. You invite some of your doctor friends from work. Can we expect a guest list of a couple hundred people?" your dad asks. "Sure, dad. But, you guys really don't have to make such a big deal out of this." you say. You had never really liked the big parties your dad threw for you, but they made him happy and that's why you let him. "Of course we do. You're our baby, and our baby is having a party. End of discussion." he says. Tony's phone goes off, interrupting the dinner you three were having. His smile fades when he reads the name on the screen. "Dad?" you say, concern lacing your tone. "I need to take this." He stand abruptly and walks away from the table, pressing his phone to his ear. You can tell by his bodily behavior that something bad has happened. His shoulders slump as though he's sad, then tense as if angry. When he hangs up, he comes back to grab his coat from the back of his chair, gives you and Pepper a kiss, explaining he had some work business to take care of, before walking out of the restaurant. "What was that?" you ask. "Your father is an important man. It's a big business he runs." she says, as if that explains everything. You want to question it some more, but just shrug your shoulders, and continue talking to your mom. When dinner ended, your mother and you drove home, still talking about your birthday party. Until the subject you had been dreading came up. "Darling, I know you've been busy, but when are you going to find a man?" she asks. "Mom, I really think I should focus on my career. I'm still young. I have plenty of time to find a boyfriend." you say, not even taking your eyes off the road. "I'm just worried about you being lonely. And your father and I are ready to be grandparents. What happened to that one boy you were dating in college? Dalton? He was very cute. And nice." "He didn't want a relationship. Chose to travel instead." you say. That was a tender subject as well. You had fallen head over heels for that boy. But he had ripped your heart when he told you he would rather travel alone than be in a relationship. It was 2 years ago when he left. You both agreed to being friends, and he sent post cards from every city in each country he visited. He also sent you a graduation present after you told him you had graduated med school. "That's a shame. You two were cute together. Would've made beautiful babies." she says. "Okay. No more talking about me making babies." you say hurriedly. The subject of sex and children had always been uncomfortable around your parents. "Fine." she relented reluctantly. ************************************************************************************************ Two weeks had past, and without any problem, your parents had thrown you a birthday party. They called your boss, telling her that you had to take that whole weekend off. With your father funding the hospital, she had easily agreed. Your mother had taken you dress shopping, buying a ocean teal dress, sandals, and paid for your hair to be done. Your friend Natasha had come over to get ready with you together. Nat and you had met in college, her being an English major. You had also invited your friend Isobel and her husband. She said that her brother-in-law was also invited, being a business partner of your father's. You brushed it off, knowing she had more than one brother-in-law, and your father had many business partners. A lot of them would be there tonight as well, so it's not like he was the only one. "You look great." Natasha says, looking you over after finishing your make up. You had done both your hair, her deep red locks curling around her face. You had decided that since your outfit was ocean themed, you would do beach waves in your hair, using the sea salt hair spray you bought at the salon. The highlights they had put in at the salon helped boost the beach look. "You don't look so bad yourself. Let's go. I don't want my dad to freak out cause I'm not there." You two linked arms, walking down the stairs and outside to the patio, where tables of food and drinks were set up. You knew the cake was in the kitchen, sneaking in to swipe your finger in the frosting. There was a separate table for presents and cards. Your father apparently got the memo and themed your birthday in the Hawaiian Luau style. (If your birthday is in the winter, I'm so sorry.) There were tiki torches and grass skirts lining the tables. Everyone was wearing a lei, and the tables were decorated with Hawaiian tiger lilies and conch shells. Your dad comes up, wearing the tacky tourist floral short and board shorts, holding a margarita in one hand, and the other arm open for a hug. "You look great, baby. Your mother did good. You want a drink? Something to eat?" he asks. "A strawberry margarita sounds pretty good, actually. Dad, this is my friend Natasha. Nat and I met in college. Nat, this is my dad, Tony." you introduce. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark." she says, holding her hand out for him to shake. He takes it, shaking it firmly. "Call me Tony, please. I'll get you both a drink, and you can go mingle, enjoy the fire pit." he said, going back to the bar, ordering your drinks and talking with some friends of his he invited. Your phone buzzed in your hand, showing you got a text. You opened your phone, and pulled up the messaging app. Isobel: We're here! Meet you outback in 5. You: Sweet! Natasha is here, we're by the fire pit. Tell Buck it's an open bar, and he's free to have a drink. Isobel: Will do. No alcohol for me tonight. I'm driving. Natasha looks over your shoulder. "Yay! Izzy!" she whisper yells. You put your phone in the pocket of your dress. That was the one thing you loved about it. The pockets. When you look at the patio door, there stood one of your best friends, her husband, and a man you thought you would never see again. So, it was that brother-in-law. He looked even better now than the day he came into the hospital. He wore a light blue and white floral tourist shirt, similar to your fathers, and matching blue trunks. His hair was messy, a stark contrast to the combed to perfection style he had it that first day. "Y/N!" Isobel hollered when she finally spotted you. And that's when his eyes found you. You felt frozen to the spot. They burned just as bright as they did when they first laid eyes on you in the hospital waiting room, like a cerulean fire. His thick lashes bat once when he blinks, but then it's nothing but pure eye contact. You didn't notice your best friend snapping her hands in your face. "Y/N. You okay?" you snap out of the daze, and look at Isobel. "Yeah, I'm good." When you look back, he's gone. You finally take in your best friend. She's wearing a light green sun dress, with a pale yellow lei around her neck, and her hair in a loose messy bun. She's practically glowing, something you hadn't noticed before. "You look great, Isobel." you say, giving her a hug. "Thank you. It's good to see you, Nat." she says, pulling out of your hug and giving one to Natasha. "You too. How's the now Mrs. Barnes?" she asks. Nat couldn't make it to the wedding, having been out of the country for an internship in London. But she did send a present and her congratulations. "I'm amazing. Bucky is the best. Where did he go?" she says, looking around for her husband. "At the bar, with your brother-in-law, and Y/N's dad." Natasha says. That gets your attention, and you whip around, seeing your father standing at the bar, in business mode. "He promised no business tonight." you whine. Just then, they start walking over, your father bringing your drinks, Bucky bringing a water for his wife. A lump starts to form in your throat. What is wrong with you? He's just some guy, calm yourself. You think. When they finally approached, your breathing had become heavy. Bucky went to his wife's side immediately. "Y/N, I would you like to meet Steve Rogers, a business partner. Steve, this is my daughter, Y/N." "Pleasure to see you again, Dr. Stark." Steve says, nodding his to you. "Likewise, Mr. Rogers." you reply. "I'm sorry, you've met?" Tony says. You can't really place the tone in your father's voice. It sounds like a mix of confusion and anger. "He came in looking for Isobel one day during my shift. I didn't know you were a businessman, Mr. Rogers." you say, changing the subject. "Please, call me Steve. I took over the family business after my father died. Your father here has been a great mentor since I came into power." he says, clapping a hand on Tony's shoulder. With the change in tone, and the praise your father had gotten, his attitude changed. "That's wonderful! My dad is a great businessman. I'm sure he taught you well." you say, taking the drink from your dad. You took a sip, and fireworks exploded on your taste buds. Strawberry, pineapple, and tequila mixed with sugar blended amazingly. "Dad, this drink is amazing. Who did you hire to bartend tonight?" you ask. "Barton. Said he needed the extra pay and that he would love to be at the party." he says, pointing to the bar, where your good friend Clint Barton was mixing drinks and taking tips. Clint had been your friend since you were a teen, and had developed a crush on Natasha when she came with you on a vacation your father paid for one spring break. Clint had been told to go just as an assurance that you were kept safe. You look to your friend beside you, and see her cheeks flush. "Natasha, why don't you go get Steve here a drink." you say. You don't give her much of an option, so she nods her head, and starts walking to the bar. Steve just gives you a confused look. "They've been eyeing each other since we were juniors in college." you mumble near his ear. A look of understanding comes across his features, and he moves closer to you. "They would make a great couple. I can feel the chemistry from here." he mumbles. "But then again, your field of science is biology, so you wouldn't know." he winks at you. "Excuse me, it's biochemistry, thank you." you mock offense. He just laughs, a genuine, boisterous laugh. "Forgive me." he says, hand on his chest and his head bowed. "I will, if you take me out for dinner sometime." You had no idea where this straightforward boldness in flirting came from. With men this good looking, you were usually pretty shy and reserved. "How does next Friday sound? Dinner at Bravo's?" he says, his voice deeper now, eyes like blue fire, melting your insides. "It's a date." ***********************************************************************************************

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“Master, Brandon is bringing a girl here.” stated Mila.

“What?” I asked, surprised by the announcement. “Please warn everyone who’s awake.”

“Does she really seem interested in him?” asked Cosette with a grin.

“The circumstances are a bit unusual from the conversation they’re having. Apparently, a fight had broken out in the bar he visited just after Portentia left. The girl he is bringing, Deyanira, is soaked in alcohol and is blaming Brandon for it. He has some minor injuries, so he probably didn’t use his abilities in the fight.” explained Mila.

“Is she attractive?” inquired Cosette.

“I believe you will feel she is.” stated Mila.

“Maybe I should wake Emma.” considered Cosette. “She wouldn’t want to miss this.”

Mila nodded and said, “I’ve already taken the liberty. She is hurrying out here. She probably would be nearly here had I not insisted that she put on her robe first.”

I was honestly more surprised that Brandon would be injured even without using his transformative abilities. He was a capable combatant these days. Was he not wearing his enhancement suit? If some of his opponents were more than human, I might want to investigate before Alma found out.

“Wasn’t there a video feed?” I asked.

“No, master. The bar’s security is very poor, and I hadn’t hacked into any cell phones inside. Brandon had left his in the car.” she replied.

“James. Brandon’s bringing a girl home. Aren’t you the least bit excited for him?” asked Cosette as she grinned at me. Then she turned to Mila and inquired “Did you wake Brenna?”

“No. She has a job early this morning and her ability to function might be impaired if she gets up this soon.” stated Mila.

“What about Raine?” asked Cosette.

“Raine’s been deciding whether or not to come in here for the past minute.” I told her, having heard Raine’s pacing quite clearly.

“I’m n-not spying!” insisted Raine after darting over to me.

“I figured. Can’t decide from where you want to spy on Brandon?” I teased.

“M-maybe.” she stated, lowering her head.

Cosette hugged her and said, “With me! We have to gossip with Emma. She’d be terribly disappointed if we did not.”

Raine looked at her for a moment and then hesitantly nodded.

“How soon!?” exclaimed Emma as she ran into the room.

“They’re coming up the drive now.” replied Mila.

“Guys, we have to act natural! Raine, get on Ancient Tribes of Earth. Let’s all try to meet up somewhere before they get inside.” stated Emma.

I rolled my eyes but went ahead with her plan. Wouldn’t hurt to look like everyone was having a late night gaming session instead of just Cosette and me. “We’ll be entering the city from the South.” I informed her.

I glanced up as another monitor lit up only to see Alma hurry into the room.

“You too?” I asked.

“Whatever could you mean?” she replied.

“Felt like a little late night gaming.” I suggested.

“Of course.” she lied.

Before I could say anything more, the front doors opened. The girl who entered in front of Brandon was a bit taller than his sister and had dark brown hair with blonde streak on her left side. Her large brown eyes looked completely unimpressed as they gazed around the room.

“Brandon.” called Alma. “Why are you not wearing a shirt?”

“Who’s that?” asked Deyanira.

“Uh… I guess I’ll introduce you to some of my friends.” he replied. When he walked into the room, he said, “I didn’t have a spare and kinda owed Deyanira here one. Deyanira, this is Lady Alma Lucy Pendreigh V.”

Alma, who had stood to meet them, merely nodded.

“Oooh. So smooth. What happened to your shirt?” asked Emma, kneeling on her seat to lean on the back and grin at Deyanira.

“This jerk spilled his beer on me.” she replied.

“Brandon, are you even old enough to drink?” teased Cosette.

“Duh.” he stated.

“Portentia isn’t. How did she get in?” I asked.

“Oh. Well, they didn’t actually check her ID.” he replied.

Alma looked over at me and said, “James, dear, relax. You know how she is.”

As Alma spoke, Deyanira elbowed Brandon in his gut and asked “You snuck someone underage into the bar?”

“Hey, I didn’t know!” he exclaimed.

“And you two live together?” she demanded.

“All of us do. I told you that. Whole company living under one roof.” he replied.

“The employee wing is similar in design to an apartment complex.” I informed her.

“And who are you?” she demanded.

“Umm… he’s my boss.” replied Brandon.

“What?” she asked, glancing at him. Then she walked over to me and stared down at me till I stood to face her. “You’re awfully big.”

“I am somewhat tall.” I admitted.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“Nineteen. And you?” I inquired.

“Twenty-two.” she told me before turning to face Brandon and saying, “You work for someone younger than you?”

Brandon shrugged.

“Pretty neat, isn’t it?” asked Emma. “I’m going to be nineteen soon if you’re interested.”

“Are there no adults here?” demanded Deyanira.

“Depends on how you care to define ‘adult’. I would argue that most of us, Brandon excluded, are more mature than average for our age.” stated Alma.

“Hey!” exclaimed Brandon. “I can be pretty mature.”

“Why, might I ask, did you decide to come here with Brandon?” asked Cosette, standing and walking over to Deyanira.

“He owes me a shirt and wouldn’t leave this one with me. Said he got it at some convention.” she replied.

She wasn’t telling the whole truth, but I wasn’t too surprised. She might actually like him.

“Given the length on you, I wouldn’t qualify that as a shirt to begin with, more of a dress. I’m sure Mila can come up with something that will fit you better if you wish to get cleaned up.” suggested Cosette.

“How many girls does he live with here!?” asked Deyanira.

“How many times do we count Mila?” replied Cosette with a grin.

“Huh?” asked Deyanira.

“I’m an Artificial Intelligence with two fabricated bodies which I use to better fulfill my duties.” explained Mila.

“What? No way.” stated Deyanira.

“No, really. She could pick you up with one arm if you want a demonstration.” suggested Brandon.

Deyanira looked between Brandon and Mila for a moment. Then she looked to Alma and asked “Isn’t she your sister?”

“No. She is what they say.” replied Alma.

“What is this place!?” exclaimed Deyanira.

“I told you. I’m a best friend for hire, which is also the name of this company. James is the owner and boss. Most of us work for him. Lady Pendreigh there is his girlfriend.” explained Brandon.

“And you live here?” asked Deyanira, still sounding doubtful.

“Yes.” stated Brandon, sounding exasperated.

“Why, are you looking for a job?” I asked.

“No! I’m in college, studying law.” she snapped.

“Ah. I hope that’s going well for you.” I told her.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” she demanded.

“No reason.” I stated, feeling the girl was a bit on edge. “Mila really can assist you if you want to get cleaned and changed. We can offer a car to get you home as well.”

“No!” exclaimed Emma. “She should stay here tonight. There are plenty of guest rooms, right? If not, she can totally stay in my room.”

“No. Definitely not.” stated Brandon.

“What? Don’t you want me to stay the night?” demanded Deyanira.

“Huh? Of course. Just not in Emma’s room. There’s no telling what she’ll do to you.” he warned her.

“I’m not staying in your room either.” she pointedly told him.

“I never suggested that you would.” he replied.

Turning to me, she asked “Can I really hire him?”

Nodding, I said, “Assuming you can afford his rates, sure.”

“To do what?” she asked.

“Anything you’d ask of a best friend as long as Brandon is comfortable with the job.” I told her.

“What if a girl wanted to go on a date with him?” she inquired.

“I’ve taken a couple jobs that could be interpreted as dates.” I told her.

“But no one would hire Brandon for that!” exclaimed Emma.

“Why not?” asked Deyanira.

“He’s too… Brandon.” stated Emma.

“Thanks, Emma. You’re a real pal.” he told her, sounding sour.

In a sing-song voice, she told him with a grin, “You’re welcome!”

I could be wrong, but I thought Deyanira appreciated Emma’s response. Her face seemed to lighten a bit at least.

“I’ll take you up on that shower and clean clothes.” stated Deyanira.

Mila motioned toward the door and said, “This way, please.”

“I for one am glad we didn’t take bets on Brandon getting a girl tonight. I would have lost.” stated Cosette.

“Me too!” exclaimed Emma, jumping over to Cosette and excitedly taking her hands.

“M-me too.” mumbled Raine from the chair in which she was hiding.

“I woudn’t bet on his success quite yet.” warned Alma.

“Is it really pick on Brandon day?” questioned Brandon, practically pouting.

“I-Isn’t it always?” asked Raine.

He laughed. “Maybe, but what did you guys think of her? Pretty cute, isn’t she?”

“Totally!” exclaimed Emma.

“I think you could find someone nicer.” stated Cosette.

“I don’t know if ‘nicer’ is what he needs.” argued Alma.

I didn’t feel we had enough information to make any conclusions. Most people would be thrown off by this place as Jemal would certainly confirm. I did feel that Deyanira seemed a bit aggressive, but she might not be a particularly bad person. Maybe we’d learn more in the morning.

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