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♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Sixteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Sixteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Sixteen]

Lute’s heel dug sharply into your back. Another surge of hot blood bubbled up in your throat. Lute wrenched her spear from your wing, a trickle of gold tracing the air as she pulled it up. Your wing twitched in agony. 

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up. “I should just kill you right now,” she spat. “Save Hell-“ a jerk of the spear towards the glowing rift- “From being graced with your presence.” She released you roughly and you stumbled forwards. 

You whirled around, eyes shakily fixed on the glint of her blade as she brought it up in the air, aiming for where your wings met your back. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the searing blow.

Something clattered onto the floor.

You opened your eyes a crack. The spear lay on the floor at Lute’s feet. Her hands were curled into fists, back rigid.

With tears streaming down her face.

“Lute?” You choked out. She flinched back, then grabbed you by the collar, heaving you close.

“You fucking bitch,” she spat. “I loved him.” She was crying like she’d never cried before. Worse than when she was sitting on your couch. Her shoulders racked with sobs, face red. “He was the closest, the truest friend I’d ever had.” 

Adam.

Your gut wrenched with pain and misery. 

She shook you a little. “And you. You and I.” Her eyes clouded even further. “I love you too, [name]. I loved you. I was going to love you.” She loosened her hold, fingers going slack. “Do you realize how much I liked you? Everything you did for me…” more tears bubbled up and over, streaking down her cheeks. “But you just had to fuck it up.” 

You grabbed her wrist, fingernails digging into her pale skin as your heart pounded against your ribcage, as if it was begging to be let out. “You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily. Her fingers unfurled, letting go of you. You stumbled back. The portal whirled and shook behind you like an awakened beast. 

“You didn’t have to fuck Lucifer either, did you?” She seethed. “Don’t you see, [name]? It’s not my fault, it’s yours. You’ve brought this on all of us. Me.” Another tear slipped down her face. 

“Adam.”

You were curling over the toilet bowl, nausea swirling on your gut. Adam was dead. He was never coming back. 

“Sera.” 

Sera smiled at you approvingly, believing you unconditionally and all the lies that spilled from your lips. She’d thought she was looking at the purest soul in all of Creation. Her smile morphed into a disappointed, patronizing scowl as you fell to the ground. 

“Emily.”

Emily tackled you to the ground in a hug, worried to death. “Adam said you went missing.” She screamed at you, voice burning with betrayal. “Tell me you didn’t know.” She then screamed at Sera, begging her to spare you. “It’s just love. Why are you punishing her for being in love?”

Why are they punishing me for being in love?  

Lute’s head whipped back.

Your hand smarted with pain. A trickle of blood dripped over her lips, down her chin.

“You need to stop fucking blaming me for this, Lute,” you seethed, the venom in your voice dripping onto her, burning her. She recoiled. “Me and Lucifer weren’t some fling, some random fuck. I love him.”

She slowly licked the blood from her lips. “Does he love you?”

A seed of doubt made your body stutter to a standstill. “Of course he does.” 

Lute wiped her mouth, and the blood smeared. “Fuck you, [name]. I hope he doesn’t. I hope you realize what a fucking mistake you’ve made.”

Another blow of pain landed in your chest, where her foot planted and knocked you back. She grabbed you by the collar. The edges of the portal swirled even closer now, burning you with the promise of a fall from grace as you teetered back, the only thing holding you being Lute.

“I ought to cut off your wings and leave you for the hellspawn, for them to rip you apart.” She snarled. But then her face softened. “But I won’t.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Wha-“

She let go.

The last thing you saw was Lute’s miserable face glaring at you through the portal, and the red sky as you fell.  

♱♱♱

You twitched. 

Every part of you was aching. Your ribs, your head. You groaned, stirring. A stab of pain jabbed at your shoulder blades. White feathers lay scattered around you. You picked yourself up, trying to ignore the agony and blood dried and dark, crusting the tip of your wing. 

The hell-baked pavement seared underfoot. It burnt your palms as you pushed yourself up. You looked up.  

Everything was red. 

The buildings, the sky. The people. Sinners roamed the streets, their demonic forms unfamiliar to what you were used to, that being soft white feathers and shiny new buildings. Not this crumbling hellscape.

You clutched your arms, looking around frantically as sinners stopped to look at your curiously. They advanced.

“An angel?”

“It’s a fallen angel.”

Hungry eyes glowed at you from the crowd.

“You think I can-“

You tuned the voice out before it could list the atrocities its owner would have liked to commit to you, focusing on another.

“Poor thing.”

Could sinners have a heart?

Your mind rushed and swirled like a raging river of panic as you looked up. A huge tower loomed above you, encasing you in its shadow. The large doors at the bottom, in front of you, clanged open.

What you could only describe as a tall, hideous, bald creature slunk out, smoke curling between it’s lips, a large gun in it’s hands.

“The fuck’s all this?” It grumbled. Then it’s red hot eyes settled on you, and it’s eyebrows shot up as it’s gaze roved down your body. 

That thing has definitely molested something in it’s lifetime. It’s state was violating, penetrating. You wrapped your wings around you like a shield. 

Your wings.

Lute hadn’t cut of your wings.

The shock had barely registered by the time before the ugly creature flicked its head, and two sinners came and gripped your arms. Your mind flashed back to the exorcists as they dropped you on the cold floor of the Seraphim’s office. 

You struck out. “Let go of me,” you hissed, clawing at their wrists. But you were too weak. The crowd burst into commotion. 

“Why the fuck do you get her?” A harsh voice shouted from the crowd. 

A shot rang out. The sinner who had spoken out crumpled to the ground. 

The creature pushed it’s gun back under it’s arm. Another demon stepped out through the doors, and you were so dazed that you didn’t even care that he had a TV for a head. He reached up with a clawed hand for the creature’s shoulder.

“Val,” he said, smile and voice strained, “What the fuck is going on.”

And then his eyes landed on you. 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly a hand with a cloth closed over your mouth. You inhaled, and your brain grew fuzzy. You tried to pull away but your limbs wouldn’t move.

You crumpled to your knees, as the world faded to black. And the last thing you saw was the creature, grinning with malice, and the TV, errors flashing on his face from shock.

The darkness closed in. 

[verobatto]

The Answer is in Dean

Time to run on the Empty

Destiel meta. 15x19 meta. Meta spec.

How are you my friends??

Some of you might be very mad, but I can tell, don't lose hopes because CAS WILL BE RESCUED BY DEAN IN NEXT EPISODE.

So now relax, and read my rants, you'll feel better after this. I promise.

Mourning!Dean

Dean's voice shaking while explaining how Cas saved him, and then saying 'I'm sorry' to Jack, was one of the most saddest scenes I've seen. Because I know how Dean was feeling, he was feeling he failed to the kid by losing Castiel, and because they lost him for saving him.

Gif credit @dreamnovak

We already know this fellow each time he lose Cas. But this time, it hurst even more.

The Guilt, again, this time mixed with the huge pain and regrets in his soul.

There was a fallen Bicycle in the ground, color blue, as a representation of indirect Castiel.

As we saw, Dean was thinking about Castiel the whole time. When they gave up to Chuck, the first thing he asked for was to bring Cas back. Is like going into that whirlwind of loosing the love of his life all over again.

But Chuck won't let him, why? Because he wanted to watch them suffer, feeling the despair and loneliness and sadness for the eternity, and i will explain in the next meta how this represents Chuck himself.

Another hard scene was watching Dean on the floor, passed out because of alcohol. The only way our poor boy can conciliate sleeping, was through alcohol. And he wasn't even in his room. He was somewhere in the bunker, depressed and passed out.

Castiel, the Miracle

As I pointed so many times, Cas is a miracle. Dean said it when he made Donnie coming back to life in the hospital in season 14 and then a woman called him that when he healed his son in the woods in 15x06.

In season 12 Castiel was called roughly as the Winchester's dog, but Dean reworded that in season 13, when Scooby Doo was a cute mirror of Cas for Dean. He adores that dog.

So, Dean decides to call that dog MIRACLE, because it represented HOPES, just what Cas means to him. He even said to this dog: MAYBE YOU CAN SLEEP IN HIS ROOM. Which was like a consolation. Dean is so sad....

But the dog disappears and then, thanks to Jack, comes back. Miracle comes back. Is a foreshadow of Castiel coming back.

Lucifer Call was the last mocking to Destiel

The fake call from Castiel, was a mocking game from Lucifer, again, the devil making jokes about Destiel, but mostly, about Dean mourning Castiel.

Dean's face when he thought it was really Cas the one calling him, broke me. He was this slightly moment of hopes in his face, i wanted to die. Damn...

The answer is in Dean

Okay, i know everyone was screaming because Jack didn't bring Cas back, BUT BUT. What Jack said, it has a lot of Destiel sense, because it will complete Dean's arc.

If Jack would brought Cas back with one snap, would be easy, and Dean wouldn't be able to say the words he has to say to him.

But, taking what Jack said THE ANSWERS ARE IN EACH ONE. IS JUST PERFECT.

Why? Because if Dean wants his angel back, he will have to find the answer inside of him. Which answer do you say? The I LOVE YOU BACK answer to Castiel. Using his words to express the amount of years loving him in silence, or secretly, or repressing it, because he just thought he couldn't have him as a lover.

Is perfectly poetic and philosophical, and it will close the Healing!Dean's arc.

Because when Dean faced Chuck and said HE WASN'T WHAT CHUCK WROTE, which means HE IS KOT A KILLER, is because Castiel's words are still resonating in his head. Because CASTIEL CHANGED HIM, FOREVER.

Keep you love alive

Now, pay attention to this... Because this is the song that was playing at the end of the episode...

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels

Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields

In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-oh-one

I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

Despite of the smiles on their faces, this lyrics here is very angsty, 'I'm just running.' Dean is just running without knowing where to go.

Running on, running on empty

Running on, running blind

Running on, running into the sun

But I'm running behind

Okay people, if this is not talking about Dean getting inside the Empty to rescue Castiel, idk what else. It says RUNNING ON EMPTY. The Empty!!!! RUNNING BLIND because is dark, and he can't see Cas. RUNNING INTO THE SUN!!!!! @weird-dorky-little-deana CASTIEL IS THE SUN!!!! BUT I'M RUNNING BEHIND, it speaks about how hard will be fine him, maybe. I'm screaming.

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive

Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive

In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own

I don't know when that road turned, into the road I'm on

To keep your love alive!!!!!!!!! OMG, i can't. To keep Cas, his love, alive!

Everyone I know, everywhere I go

People need some reason to believe

I don't know about anyone but me

If it takes all night, that'll be all right

If I can get you to smile before I leave

Dean feels it doesn't matter how long it would take him to bring Cas back, but he will!

Honey you really tempt me

You know the way you look so kind

OMG this is Castiel's love confession, Dean is tempted by him hdjxdjfkfkfj. Sorry.

I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind

You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find

Running into the sun but I'm running behind

People, have faith, Cas is coming back because this hunter won't let him go so easily.

The answer is inside of Dean, he has those words to say to Cas, he has to say I Love You to him. And that's the very ending of this show. The perfect closing arc for Dean. If Cas saved him once from Hell, is time for him to save him from the Empty. So, to bring him back, Dean will have to say tht answer that was inside of him this whole time.

Miscellaneous spec: i heard Jack saying: Amara was inside of him and they were in harmony, and I'm sorry, but i took that as another clue for my vessel sharing Destiel endgame spec. Just saying.

To Conclude

Why do I stick to Destiel happy ending? Because if this was the ending of season 15 as Jensen said, the ending for the whole show is waiting for us. I hope we will be able to see our angel again, for sure, and not just him, but more of our lovely characters. Even Eileen.

There was a lot of clues in this episode that foreshadowed Castiel's return. So wait for it.

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tag meme — list 3-5 snippets of literature/media that live in your head rent-free to the point where you have them memorised; write them down from memory, no cheating allowed 

Oh I love when I get to scream about quotes, thank you for tagging me @huacheng-zhu , I will now proceed to scream.

Tagging - @falserib and well, anyone else who wants to do it?

"I would know him from the way his feet struck the earth, I would know him in death, at the end of the world." || "Will I feel his ashes, as they settle against mine?" || "He is half my soul, as the poets would say." || "What has Hector ever done to me?" - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Okay. I don't think I got the first one quite right and it's several quotes but shh, tsoa is one of my favourite books and the lines in it are *chef's kiss*. Miller wrote an incredible book and it's one of maybe 3 that have made me cry like a little shit. God.

I love the first ones because they're just so goddamn romantic but the last quote?? The last quote ruins me. Everytime I read it I just started laughing a bit hysterically because I knew.

"I have never known hate before. I have never known loss. Now they are with me, always. And I desire nothing, but to share them with you." - The Magnus Archives (I don't know the actual episode number)

This one is so Good. The delivery, the characters, the way you feel kind of bad for them. Just, the resignation in his voice, when he says it. He's so obviously hurting and he does want revenge. He does. But there's also no point now, when that other half is gone.

I feel like it's one of those quotes that you can kind of get even without context? But context makes it better. I also think I got it right, I usually dislike the phrasing on the second half and tend to change it. But now I made an effort to remember it right lmao

"Mo Weiyu! You fucker! You piece of shit! How can you say he didn't save you?! How can you say he didn't save you!" || "The world is still so beautiful. I don't want you to die with me." - 2ha by meatbun

Ha. I love these quotes. The "Mo Weiyu! You fucker" quote was the first one I wrote down while reading 2ha. I don't think the first part and "how can you say he didn't save you" are said in the same sentence, but they're connected.

I had such complicated emotions during that scene. I was so fucking happy that Mo Ran finally got a "slap to the face" because I still couldn't stand him back then. It was also just fun that he got cursed out. And when he realises what actually happened? *chef's kiss*

The second quote is very romantic imo. I love both when lovers die together in media and when the dying one asks the other to live. It's so mean but you also understand why they do it. It's very similar to the ending scene of Hamlet before the "goodnight, sweet prince." Hamlet asks Horatio to live, I don't remember the actual phrasing but it's smth like "if you ever cared for me, live" and it's so cruel, Hamlet you shit.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess" || "The wandering soul knows no rest." || "Do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I." - Loveless from ff7: crisis core

"I have no name, I am but two days old." - Devil May Cry 5

Hello I love characters who walk around spouting poetry that barely makes any sense for the scene they're in. Both the ff7 ones and the dmc5 quote are exactly that, so I put them together. It's Good. I also spout random lines of poetry sometimes. Kudos to "i have no name" because it actually leads into him telling them his name, so it's actually relevant for the scene.

Anyway, some of the loveless quotes are pretty neat out of context, there's also that one like "the arrow has left the bow of the goddess, smth smth smth", I remember liking that one but I don't remember all of it. Also, honorable mention: that cutscene where the Firsts fight and Seph knows exactly what page/act/etc the loveless quote is from. I love that scene so much. It does live in my head, rent-free.

I think that's, more than enough. I could go on. I didn't even touch classic lit, which I am also very into.

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Gateway Drug | Part Nineteen

Table of Contents or Part Eighteen

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning(s): Language, mentions of drugs abuse, mentions of domestic violence

A/N: Tried to update last night but it kept telling me there was a problem uploading it and to try again later so now is later

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"Shit." My hand shakes, holding the positive pregnancy test.

My mind races a mile a minute as I hear the bathroom door open and someone walks in with their feet dragging against the floor.

"Babe, c'mon!" Nikki slurs and I let out a breath and shove the test in to my jacket pocket as I pace the tiny stall.

"You're not supposed to be in here." I tell him as I step out to wash my hands at the sink.

"I missed you." He sounds like a child, his tone reaching a high pitch and I giggle as he comes up behind me and presses a sloppy line of kisses from my cheek to my neck.

"How much did you have to drink while I was gone?" I ask, and he chuckles drunkenly, grabbing my jaw to angle my lips to his before kissing me. When he pulls away he gives one more peck to my lips and tugs at my arm.

"C'mon, I've got something for you." He pulls me away from the sink.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before." I smartly reply as I turn off the water, shaking my hands dry due to the lack of paper towels as he pulls me from the ladies room.

"C'mon, c'mon," He rushes me.

"I'm coming, Nikki." I laugh and he throws his arm around me, making sure I help keep him from falling as he stumbles slightly in the direction he's leading me as my ears are nearly buzzing from the loud music in the strip joint.

When I look at where the guys are seated, I stop in my tracks, my mouth nearly falling to the floor.

Nikki starts chuckling, looking at me with raised brows.

"That's..." I trail off, completely out of words.

"Ratt." He finishes what I was going to say. "C'mon." He nudges me and I don't move at all, baffled and sickeningly nervous.

"I can't, I look disgusting!" I whisper yell, glancing around as a waiter passes us.

"You look hot." He argues, looking me up and down. "I'd fuck You."

"You'd have sex with a couch if you could angle your dick between the cushions." I rudely shoot back and he rolls his eyes.

"It's not like you're impressing them or anything. You're married to me anyway." He fluffs his hair carelessly, smiling at me.

"Can I just meet them later? I really just want to go to the hotel." I plead, my nerves getting the best of me for being put on the spot.

"Viv, I—"

"Please, baby?" I grab his hand with both of mine, holding it to my chest as if it's a dear possession of mine and he sighs and digs in his pocket with his free hand for the car keys.

"You're driving. Lemme go tell these fuckers bye'."

"You guys are like the seven deadly sins come to life and throwing anything they can get their fuckin' hands on at each other."  Is how Fred Saunders, the band's head of security for their tours, described Nikki and I.

His job consisted of keeping us protected, even if it meant from each other.

He said that after he had separated us before we could start fist fighting, the both of us bleeding and bruised in multiple places due to having a "who can hit who with what the hardest" contest which resulted in liquor bottles, needle loaded syringes, shoes, hotel room dishes, and lamps, being hurled through the air at each other.

I didn't know what the hell else I was suppose to do after I turned on The Arsenio Hall Show just to see Vanity showing off my wedding ring—that I had presumed was just lost—claiming that she and Nikki were engaged.

I figured the freebase had officially fried the both of their brain's, and since she wasn't there in Texas where we were staying so I could include her in my outburst, Nikki just got enough of my wrath for the both of them when I found him in the neighboring room with Tommy, and attacked him like a rabid bitch.

I wasn't ever violent growing up, and although I had an outburst every now and then with Vince (because he is someone who knows exactly how to keep pushing at me until I snap) it wasn't ever my first response to just be on edge all the time and hit, cut, scratch, and punch people who got on my nerves; however, I got sick and tired of nobody listening to me.

I'd tell the dealers to "fuck off and stay fucked off"...they'd be back as soon as Nikki called. I'd tell the record company that the guys did not need to go back on the road because they were nearly spun out...they'd look me in the eye while printing out the schedule for the next leg of tour dates. I decided if I stopped being so patient and nice, and just started beating the ever loving fuck out of the people I considered partly to blame, shit would actually get done instead of just putting me on the back burner.

That was a toxic way of thinking, and I know it was, but you slap junkies when they won't wake up.

I suppose I was trying to slap everyone out of their own customized vice-induced comas.

The truth is Nikki's love for drugs, that grew more than his love for me or even himself, was the root of my resentment.

Every screaming match, every conniving thing done out of spite to one another, every affair, every bit of turmoil, all came back to his heroin addiction...which really kickstarted in 1984, when Robbin Crosby of the band Ratt—who did a handful of openings for Mötley Crüe during their last leg of the Shout At The Devil tour—taught him how to use needles.

I angrily stomp my heels down the pavement of the sidewalk as we step to our hotel entrance through the crowd of fans and photographers.

I'm completely out of it, having lost my patience a couple minutes ago when we were bombarded by reporters while leaving the club the guys practically drug me to after the show.

"Viv, I don't see the big fuckin' deal. We're married. We fuck. That's what we do. People know that's what we do." Nikki defends himself as the elevator dings, opening it's doors for all of us to go up to our room.

I don't say a word, rolling my jaw, not wanting to get into an argument with him and the guys wasted.

"It was a joke, Viv." Tommy adds innocently.

"It's not that fucking serious." Vince says next and I step out of the elevator once it stops at our floor. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're not talking to me now?" The blonde asks and I contain the urge to slap him sober.

I pluck the key from Nikki's hand and unlock the door, stepping inside to set my bag on the floor next to the bed closest to the window, hearing him shut the door behind him, roughly, while saying, “it’s not that serious, Viv.” I brush him off.

"Vivian!" Nikki raises his voice a little, catching my attention. "I’m talking to you, don’t fucking ignore me!”

"My sex life isn't the headline of a fucking run-down sleazy gossip magazine." I state pointedly, completely ignoring his comment about me ignoring him.

"It's called sex, drugs and rock n' roll for a reason, Viv, which means my sex life—a.k.a you—is and always will be the headline of a fucking run-down sleazy gossip magazine. The more attention I get, the more attention the band gets and that's how we reach the fans."

"'I treat her like a lady, so she'll stay on her knees like a groupie'?" I quote what he told a bunch of slimy reporters when we left the club, and he blinks at me.

"Do you want me to go back out there and lie and tell them the wildest that we get is fucking in missionary at the foot of the bed instead of at the top?"

"That's not even the point."

"Well then what is the fucking point, Viv?!"

"I'm not a groupie, Nikki, I'm your wife!"

"Oh my God, you're really pussying out over a fucking joke?!"

"That was a shit thing to say, and you know it was, Nikki, although I can't say I'm surprised ever since you've started that shit you've been a bigger jackass than before!" I accuse him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" He yells, his pupils seemingly worse than they were before.

"Smoking your fucking heroin and snorting your coke, that's what the fuck I'm talking about!" I fly off the handle, standing on the tips of my toes to get in his face and he pushes me away from him roughly, causing me to stumble back and fall on to the floor with a loud thump.

He's about to walk away and leave, but I don't know when to leave a dead horse after I've beaten it enough.

The heel of my stiletto collides with the side of his leg roughly, opting him to groan out in pain from where I kicked him.

His hand is tightly around my ankle in two seconds, yanking me up like a cat by its scruff, all while I'm clawing at him.

I'm tossed on to the bed, his hands pinning my arms down as he gets between my legs, stopping my chance of kicking him off of me.

I don't fight back, the look in his eye actually scaring me, and I realize I took it way too far.

I don't know what the hell he's taken, but it's a lot different than how he usually is when he's fucked up.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself, Vivian. What the fuck I do, who the fuck I do it with, and when the fuck I do it, is none of your fucking business. I don't control you. You don't fucking control me. You're just embarrassing yourself, and me, when you try to." He warns me darkly, doing a complete 180 from how chipper and happy he was earlier tonight. "Got it?"

My eyes water, my lip shaking a little but I stop myself from crying to save myself the broken pride.

"Okay, Nikki." I agree, feeling guilty for hounding him about it.

He gets off of me and doesn't even give me a second glance before he leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I was pregnant, terrified, off my Nardil, and projecting all of that onto him, while he was secretly mixing heroin with coke and shooting it to balance each other out.

He'd spend however long trying to correct and tweak his method of adding more coke to correct his drowsiness and adding more heroin to calm him down...but he would usually manage to over correct each time and he wigged out or nodded off...then he would get irritable and have shitty ups and downs with his mood in a matter of minutes.

I don't know where he went when he left that night, but me and Mick were the only two that fell asleep in the room. I never bothered asking Nikki where he stayed.

I probably don't want to know.

"Viv, c'mon, we gotta get up." Mick tells me, pulling me from my shitty sleep.

I'm exhausted from not being able to sleep barely at all until I saw the faint light of the sun starting to rise through the curtains of the hotel.

I groan, yawn and stretch, sitting up.

"What time is it?" I ask him, rubbing my eyes.

"Six o'clock. We gotta be on the bus by six-thirty." He informs me, getting out of his bed, putting his stuff back in his suitcase.

I wait for the sickness to kick in, it usually does a couple minutes after I've been awake, but it hasn't yet.

I go ahead and get up, throwing on a T-shirt and shorts, packing my suitcase quickly Incase I get distracted from puking my brains out.

Reaching down to pick up my purse, I notice the bruising around my ankle where Nikki grabbed me. I’m positive he has a bruise from where my heel nearly punctured him on his leg.

"You cry like a hit dog in your sleep." Mick tells me, interrupting my thoughts, as he zips his bag and I exhale and do the same, not answering right away.

"I cry like a hit dog when I'm awake. What's new?" I mumble, stepping to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Nikki's stuff is still all in here, so when I'm done brushing my teeth I gather his things and put them in his suitcase.

The sound of the key unlocking the door sounds, and I dart my eyes to the door, hoping to see Nikki so I can apologize for last night.

I'm sorely disappointed.

"We're ready in the lobby." Doc tells me and Mick, grabbing Nikki's suitcase from where I put it beside the door.

I nod a little and grab my stuff and Mick and I follow him out of the room to the elevator to get to the lobby.

"Is he still mad at me?" I ask Doc and he sighs.

"He doesn't like handling you like that." He tells me, disappointment in his voice as he refers to Nikki putting his hands on me last night.

"I don't like doing it to him, either." I reply and he looks at me.

"Well, then you two just need to stop while you're ahead before it gets worse." He suggests and I don't say anything else, waiting for the doors to open once we get to the first floor.

I see Nikki, Vince, and Tommy, all wearing sunglasses to avoid making their hangovers worse, and no one says anything to me, and I don't say anything to them.

"Alright, come on." Doc ushers us to the door to get to the bus.

Our bags get packed in as we file in a line to get on, and just as I'm about to step up, I'm held back by someone holding at my wrist.

I think it's Tommy or Vince, stopping me to tell me something smart-assy or funny, but it's Nikki grabbing at me to keep his balance so he doesn't fall due to his delayed reaction time.

I look down at him, and he moves his hand from my wrist to completely engulf my hand with it, and relief is a dear friend to me.

I'm forgiven.

Once we sit down, he's positioning himself to lay his head on my lap and I put my hands in his fluffy hair, taking his glasses off of him when I know he's asleep so he doesn't mess the frame up, as we head to Memphis, Tennessee for the last show of the tour.

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Shadow and Shade pt.2

Summary: You let the team know that your son, Thanatos, is soon to come and though you don’t know what he plans on doing, you recruit all the help you can get. Bucky and the team meets your kids and in the midst of all the trouble, he wants to get used to you and your life.

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Goddess!Reader; Avengers x Black!Goddess!Reader

Warnings: A lot of Greek mythology, mention of death (Thanatos), lead up to IW

WC: 5K

I realized while finding all the tags for this, I forgot to tag people in the casting lists I made, so just let me know if you want to know who is casted and I will direct you to the lists!!

A/N: Nyx is my favorite Greek/ primordial Goddess and I’m glad to see so many people like this rendition of her and know of her omg!! Thank you for the support and if you asked to be tagged all I ask is that you leave verbal feedback! <3

It is time.. he is coming

“Who is coming, father?,”

Your son... God of Death.. Thanatos and he will show no mercy. You’ve given him life, only you can stop him.

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Bucky slept so peacefully, he can’t remember the last time he slept so good. He didn’t want to wake up just yet but he heard your voice whisper in his ear.

“Wake, my darling,”

His eyes slowly opened and saw the sun peaking through the curtains. You rested your head on your hand with your elbow propped up. You wore a small smile on your face.

“That was great. The dreams, the sleep,” he sighed, “Thank you much,” he smiled at you and you just nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek. You saw his cheeks turn red and you raised your eyebrows in amusement. You realized mortals aren’t used to such random displays of affection like a simple kiss on the cheek.

“I don’t want you to think I’m interested in you just because you can help me sleep,”

You raised up off the bed and opened the blinds, seeing your daughter and son in the distance, sitting atop the clouds.

“I know your heart, James. You have nothing to worry about. That thought never even crossed my mind. But you should get dressed. I had Nick call a meeting because I received word from my father about my duty here,”

“Is everything okay?,” 

Bucky noticed how uneasy you seemed. He wanted to comfort you but he was never really good at comfort. You inhaled a shaky breathe before speaking as you were about to walk out the door.

“Only if I can figure out how to stop what’s about to happen. Then it will be okay. He’s coming and usually I can see what’s about to happen but he’s planning something so dark.. s-so dark that it’s clouding my precognition and that has never happened before,” -------

The team sat in the conference room waiting for you and Fury to walk through the doors. They were discussing what could possibly be coming. They figured it was another Chitauri attack but when you and Nick busted through the double doors they realized just by your stance they were wrong. 

Bucky noticed your attire and it was something completely different than what you’d been wearing here. It was still all black of course but more regal. The long skirt had a slit on both sides and touched the floor, flowing as you walked and your heels were exceptionally tall. Your top, the shoulders resembling those of a knight’s armor but in gold. You wore gold cuffs on your wrists and your hair was up in a sleek puff and your make up was dark and dramatic but it suited you so well.

“I have received permission from Director Fury to bring you lot back with me to Tartarus, my home. The travel will be safe. If you could keep the questions to a minimum and change into the attire I have put together for you in your rooms and bring yourselves to my chariot that would be great. The reason for this journey will be explained when we get to Tartarus. Thank you,” 

“Nick, what is going on??,” Wanda’s voice was full of worry.

“As Agent Nyx has explained. Her chariot is waiting, please change into your designated attire and meet her on the roof,” 

Everyone noticed how even Nick himself seemed nervous. Even though he didn’t know much, he knew he didn’t want the God of Death to get the chance to create catastrophe like you said he would.

“Agent Nyx? She’s agent Nyx now?,” Steve arched an eyebrow and Nick just found himself walking out the double doors. Thor brought it to everyone’s attention that they still had to go change and meet you on the roof.

“Best not keep Lady Nyx waiting,” --------

When everyone got to the roof they noticed a big chariot with two black horses with eyes that resemble fire. Peter walked up to one, amazed and intrigued about to touch one until you stopped him.

“Not that one, if you’re gonna pet one, pet her,” You pointed to the other horse that seemed a lot more calm. Peter thanked you for looking out as he pet the girl, the horse huffing in content.

“That one is Shadow, she’s a sweetheart. Her brother Shade on the other hand can be a bit of an ass but he’s still my good boy nonetheless,” You kissed his face and led everyone onto the chariot before getting in, letting Nick know you’d all be back before tomorrow’s sunrise. You shut the chariot door and whistled for your horses to start running off.

“Drink this,” You took out a flask and told them to pass it around. 

“What is that?,” Natasha almost gagged at the potion in the flask as she took a sip.

“It’s to make sure mortals like you don’t burn to death when we arrive,” You state simply as you fix your cuffs.

Sam, Pietro and Peter’s eyes almost popped out of their head, “Anyway what does this journey entail? And why do we have to wear these clothes?,” Pietro asked.

“You must wear those as we are going to my home. It’s a respect thing,” You shrug, they do however look nice. Wanda wore a long maroon dress with gold epaulets and sandals that criss crossed up her calf. Her hair was back in a long braid and her make up was light. Natasha’s dress was similar except her dress was forest green and had a golden belt. Tony, Steve, Sam and Pietro’s attire resembled Thor’s normal Asgardian attire. Thor didn’t have to change considering he wasn’t a mortal and his attire resembled those of the warriors of Tartarus. Peter and Clint wore what resembled a toga but in black with pants. Their shoulders adorned in silver. Bucky, you specifically picked that outfit for him.

His top was black leather, with gold shoulder pads and cloth pants and a gold belt with the boots of your most respected warriors, you had put his hair back in a low ponytail and two pieces left out, framing his face. While they all looked of royalty, you made Bucky look like the King as his outfit resembled yours the most. The Queen of your region.

“You will be meeting my kin and my warriors as well as a few of my siblings as you will be training with them to prepare for what is to come,” Peter handed you the flask once everyone received a drink.

“What exactly is coming?,” Tony questioned.

“I will save that for the city meeting once we arrive. Now if you would please close the shades. We will be arriving soon and I don’t want the souls of the damned to suck you in,”

You heard Peter and Pietro whine as Clint mumbled he should have stayed in retirement.

“The ride will get hot but do not fret, it will go away. It will get scary and dark and bumpy. You will hear screams, ignore them. You will know once we arrive in Tartarus. As I said before, you are safe with me,”

You saw most of them go pale and Sam planted his head in his hands. Bucky just sat beside you silently. He closed the shades on his side as Thor closed to shades on his. You waved your hands and a black mist came out and placed itself across their torsos like a seat belt.

“You really have nothing to worry about. You mortals misinterpret Hell. There are different versions. Though where we are going is technically hell, another version is a boiling sea floor stoked by hydro thermal vents and exposed magma. You know how demons and mermaids have dragging human souls down in common? There’s a reason why mermaids are called Sea Demons. Hell is really the deepest depths of the ocean that you mortals have not been able to explore. Poseidon is kind of the devil if you wanna look at it that way because he has a horn-like crown, submerged home and a pitchfork/ trident, he’s really the devil or a version of it. Your bible says it would be better for child abusers and sinners to be chained to an anchor and sent to the bottom of the ocean than to face God’s wrath and that sure sounds a lot like sending them to hell,”

You started rambling trying to take their minds off the trip but that didn’t help them in the slightest.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. No more trips to Bora Bora, no more trips to Hawaii, no more trips t-,”

“I don’t wanna diiiiie,” Pietro whined and Wanda smacked him upside his head.

“Have a little faith,”

The screams that you mentioned early had started ringing through the chariot. Steve started fanning himself and Natasha started turning red.

“We will meet Styx first as she is the guardian of the passageway. She might be a bit rude, she just has to warm up to you all, which she will during this preparing period. I think you guys will like her though. Especially you Peter,” You couldn’t tell if he was blushing due to the heat or because of what you said. The ride suddenly became bumpy and they all grabbed each other to keep steady. 

“We’re almost theeerrre,” you smiled trying to ease them with your sing-song tone.

Bucky grabbed your hand and you could tell he instantly eased unlike the others. It surprised you that you truly brought this man comfort. The ride came to a jerking halt, you released the black mist seat belts and Steve’s face landed right in your cleavage.

“Back up,” Bucky mugged Steve’s face away and back into his seat.

“Mother!,” a voice was heard outside the chariot.

You smiled widely and kicked the door open, crawling over Bucky to get out. You saw your beautiful daughter standing at the edge of the river with her large staff. She wore her dark hooded cloak and you saw her gorgeous white smile. Everyone filed out of the chariot and Styx eyed them, raising her brows in interest.

“Mother, you didn’t tell me you were bringing such... delicious looking guests,” she smiled, stepping close to them.

“She’s not going to eat us is she?,” Sam asked.

“Only if you’re into that, beloved,” she winked at him and saw Peter, her face brightened up and she walked over to him, “Mother, I want this one, I promise I’ll play niiiiice,” she kissed his cheek and smiled sweetly.

Peter blushed and you shooed her away from him so he wasn’t suffocating.

“Peter, she can be very overly affectionate. Though her words are stated a certain way, she means no harm,” Sure Styx was the Goddess of Hatred but once she sees someone or something she likes, she does a complete 180.

She stared at Peter, winking at him and he waved back at her, “I’m of age s-so I’m totally down for it,”

“Peter!,” Tony scolded and you laughed at the bickering. You took Styx’s hand and pulled her toward her boat.

“Your brother is about to cause a universal catastrophe I don’t know how but I need you to take us to my palace so I can call a city meeting and build up an army. I don’t know how this will go but no matter what, I need all the help I can to stop him,”

Styx was attentive and soaked in every word you said before her face showed absolute horror.

“When is he coming?,” her voice was low. You held her face and tried to soothe her, she hated conflict, she was a hateful girl most of the time, but deep down she hated it when trouble came around. She was such a sweet girl and you protected her at all cost.

“I have no idea. That’s why we need to start preparing now. They,” you pointed over your shoulder, “are Earth’s greatest defenders and your grandfather assigned me to them that’s why they are here with me. To help me stop him,”

She nodded her head and actually took a minute to analyze everyone.

“Is that one going to be my step father?,” she pointed at Bucky and you felt your face heat up as you smile bashfully, “his attire is awfully similar to yours and that only happens if you think he’s worthy enough to be your mate,”

“That is a conversation for another time, my love,” you patted her cheek and waved them over to her boat. You watched them file in the boat and you got in last sitting by Bucky. Styx climbed in and started rowing.

“Mother... did you tell the mortals about the hell hounds?”

They all looked at her like she was crazy then back to your for confirmation. 

“HELL HOUNDS?!,”

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The ride on the river wasn’t that long but it did freak them out a little when the crimson river would bubble up and steam in some places. You knew you were home when you saw the bats flying around, smiling at your little babies.

You saw Keres roaming around the garden of withered flowers. She looked over to the river when she heard Pietro and Sam’s bickering.

“Mother is that you?” She jogged over to the river’s edge and smiled wide. She wore a long blood red dress with slits in it, much similar to yours. Pietro practically gawked at her as they all climbed out of the boat.

“Keres!!,” you hugged her tight and kissed her forehead, “oh how I have missed you,”

She smiled at you and hugged Styx, “What are you doing here? I thought grandfather sent you to Earth?,”

You nodded and sighed, “Yes, but my duty calls for all of the help I can get. I notified Oizys already to send out word about a city meeting to discuss,”

She nodded and finally acknowledged the team behind you. She scanned them all and her eyes stopped at Wanda, biting her lip and held out her hand, “Keres, Goddess of violent death but one night with me can bring you to life like never before,” the glint in her eyes dark, winking at the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda blushed and took her hand shaking it, “Wanda,”

You lightly tapped Keres’ arm and scolded her. “I am clearly going to need to have a talk with you all to stop hitting on the mortals,”

Keres whined and rolled her eyes. She was such a spoiled brat and hated being told no.

“Where are your siblings?” You asked. She swung her hair over her shoulder and jerked her head towards your palace

“Feasting. You know how Moros gets when you leave,” she grabbed Wanda’s hand and starts heading off to the palace, “So how long are you here for?”

“Just today,”

Keres grew a mischievous smile on her face,” Well then... I’ve got to show you my chambers while I can,”

“NOT IN MY PALACE!!!,”

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You heard Moros’ drunken laughs in the dining hall, mocking one of his uncles, “Moros, you better get your ass off that table this instant! That gold is millenniums old and must be treated with care!”

You walked into the dining hall and saw him immediately sit in his chair and the others look at you wide eyed.

‘’Mother!,” Philotes came up to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before looking at the team behind you with a confused frown before her eyes landed on Tony, “Philotes. Goddess of affection, friendship and sex. I may seem innocent but one night under the covers with me will have you praying to your God for forgiveness,”

Tony smirked and entertained her antics. Akhyls ran up to you, hugging you tight and turning to Natasha, “Akhyls, Goddess of Misery. I’m not sex crazed like my siblings but I find you very attractive,” she smiled up at Natasha. For her to be millenniums old, she was still short as ever.

Natasha smirked that sultry smirk of hers and nodded at Akhyls, “Not so bad yourself, sweetheart,”

Oizys, baddest bitch of them all, her words verbatim, came right up to Bucky and you eyed her suspiciously. She tucked a silver strand of hair behind her ear and sized him up and down, “Oizys, Goddess of.. you know what, doesn’t matter. Mother told me you mortals were attractive but she didn’t tell me thiiis attractive,” Oizys practically purred at Bucky and you stood in between them.

“Tough shit. Back up and stay in a child’s place,” your tone had gone stone cold and Bucky smiled lightly. Oizys sucked her teeth and winked at Bucky anyway. Oizys loved to defy you so you’d definitely have to keep an eye on her.

“Mother, can I have these ones?,” you turn and see Elpis looking hopeful while she had Sam, Pietro and Steve around her, “I can’t be mean so you know I’ll treat them wonderfully,” she looked hopeful and you scowled.

“I claim him,” Eleos held Thor’s hand and honestly you didn’t dislike that match too much. It fit.

“They’re not playthings, girls!,” Hypnos came up, drinking from his chalice. He properly greeted you with a bow and a kiss on the forehead, “My dear child. The only one with decency around our guests,” you patted his cheek.

“HEY! I’m doing good!,” Geras came and shook his head, “You lot are acting like savages. Step back from the mortals and the... other God, let them breathe,” Geras waved his hand at Thor. Geras was the old soul of them all so he wasn’t really into the whole savagery of sex.

“Oh now we have the old geezer weighing in,” Oizys rolled her eyes, “Anyway, mother. The city knows, even told Hades to let his people know. The meeting will be in about two hours.”

“May I ask what this meeting is? I have an appointment with that hot little mortal soul down by the park of the damned,” He fist bumps Momus and Geras frowns

“Gross,”

“Oh shut up, Ger. Just because you can’t get it up-,”

“I can get it up just fine! Just because I’m the God of old age doesn’t mean it’s dysfunctional!,” 

“Would you two shut the hell up!,” you slap them upside their head and they mutter an “ow”

“You can get your little peewee wet another time. This is dire,”

“Haha, peewee,” Keres teased

“You shut it or you can get it too, little missy,”

Keres immediately zips her mouth and you tell them all to get away from the team. You have them follow you and show them where they will be staying and training once you get everything in order and set. Once you give them a quick tour of a portion of the palace, you bring them to your housing quarters. A perfect combination of maroon and black is splashed around your room and everywhere else. Your room is huge and your bed is something larger than a king bed, it’s so huge they don’t eve know what to call it.

“Goddess bed,” you run your hand over the material of your covers, “James, if you would like to stay here rather than the room I have set out for you then just say the word and it can happen,” you pat his left pectoral and kept it moving. Your brought them back out into the dining hall and saw that Hemera and Aether were back. You easily waved your hand and knew that the moon was starting to come around to bring night to the world of the mortals.

“Mother, what is this talk that you’ve brought the mundane?,” Hemera runs to you in her white flowing dress. She eyes the humans behind you and wears a confused frown on her face, “You know how Uncle Tartarus feels about mortals showing up here that haven’t died,  mother,” She warns.

“Hemera, mortal guests will be the least of our worries, now stop frowning, you’ll get wrinkles in that pretty little face,” you patted her cheek and she swatted your hand away and groaned.

“Hello, mother,” Aether came up to you and kissed your cheek, “We have missed you and Hemera apologizes,” he glares at his sister, “For her informal greeting. We have heard that grandfather has finally given you word on your duty. What does it entail?,”

“I have raised some impatient ass children haven’t I?,” You walk over to the table and sit, telling the others to join you, “Sit and feast,” you snap your fingers and the mess Moros has made was cleaned up and fresh, delicious food appeared on the table. If you were Mystery Inc., Sam would be Shaggy and Pietro would be Scooby, they rushed over to the table and started devouring the food.

“Guys have some manners,” Steve scolded, “You are literally in he presence of Gods and Goddesses here,”

You waved your hand and laughed as your children sat as well and plated their food, “Wait until you see how my boys eat. It’s nothing compared to them,” 

A loud belch comes from Momus and he laughs along with Moros. Elpis swats their shoulders and tells them to have some manners as well.

“I would just like to say that I will not support the idea of having a mortal step father,” Geras blurted.

“I second that,” Hemera side eyed you. You drank from your chalice and frowned.

“Who said anything of the sort?,” You arched a brow.

“It’s clear, Mother. You have raised us to be plenty of things but stupid is not one of them. Look at everyone’s attire compared to that one,” Hemera pointed to Bucky and his breath hitched, “It literally matches yours,”

“I’m not quite sure was has crawled up your ass, Hemera, but you will respect me and my guests especially in my own palace, watch who you’re talking to,” 

She huffed and sat back in her chair playing with her fork, “You know it’s forbidden,” she hissed. With your shadow mist, you popped her in her mouth like she was a young child and she whined.

“You may be millenniums old but I am still your mother. Now watch it. Until I have confirmed any feelings for any mortal, you keep that mouth of yours shut, do you hear me?,”

She side eyed you yet again and nodded, “I asked you a question, Hemera!,” you flared your nostrils, “Do. you. hear. me?,”

With a tight lipped smiled she looks at you, “Loud and clear,” 

You sighed and turned your attention back to the team and your other kids, “What has been happening since my departure?,” you asked sweetly.

“Akhyls and Moros have been wreaking havoc on the mortal souls,” Eleos admits and Akhyls slams her fists on the table, “You are such a snitch!,” she growls

“Philotes has been roaming Earth again and sleeping with mortals,” Geras almost gags.

“For the love of Gaia, can you just loosen up for once in your life?,”

“Like you have between your legs?,” 

“I am a Goddess it never gets loose,”

“Oh really?,” Tony asks intrigued.

“Cut it out!,” Bucky’s voice finally booms throughout the dining chamber and everyone shuts up. Most of your children seem offended that a mortal such as Bucky had the nerve to tell them what to do. 

“I like a man who can take control,” Oizys leans forward and smirks. You glare at her and shake your head, “I will lock you away if need be. Now watch it,”

“When I asked what has been happening I didn’t mean tattle tale on your siblings like three year old children. I mean has anything weird been happening,” You sigh and rub your temples.

“The river has been going grey here and there which is odd,” Styx recalls.

“The screams of the damned have been quiet lately and I did find that weird. Scary almost,” Keres adds. You hum in interest and nod your head and check the time. You still have a bit of time before your announcement. 

“Thanatos has also gone missing. We usually keep in touch but I have heard nothing from him,” Oizys says and you were relieved that the words that left her mouth weren’t about Bucky. You looked at the team and they slowed their eating down.

“That’s the God of Death right?,” Natasha questions, “You briefly mentioned him when you first came. Is he who the announcement is about? Is he the reason you seem so worried?,”

You nodded and took another gulp from your chalice, “Thanatos has an admiration for omnicide and he always has been since the beginning of human life. He is the God of peaceful death but he claims mortals need to start anew as their resources have gone finite. I figured he was just talking but when father came to me last night I knew it was much more than that. Thanatos hates mortals and deities alike meaning you, Avengers, are not the only ones at risk, but my people are as well,” You could hear everyone’s breath hitch from around the long table. “And not even just us, but all living things around the entire universe. Not just your galaxy, not just my world. But all worlds and galaxies alike,” You felt Bucky’s hand on yours and he squeezed it in comfort. 

You felt Eleos use her abilities to calm everyone around the room. The trumpets sounded and you knew it was time for the announcement as you heard the voices of minor Gods and Goddesses as well as the souls and warriors. You took a deep breath and stood up from your seat.

“Geras, lead everyone out into the courtyard, I will start soon,” you played with your hands and started down the hallway to head to your bedroom and to your balcony as you would be giving the announcement from there, it was the best place as you could see everything in the courtyard from there.

Bucky came up behind you and grabbed your wrist, turning you around. He kissed your forehead and leaned his against yours, “If everything doesn’t turn to shit, I’d like to build things up to possibly be the stepfather of bickering Gods and Goddesses,” he lightly smiles which made you relax and smile back at him.

“You’ve got yourself a deal. Now head back, the announcement won’t take long,” You kissed his cheek and pushed him down the hall and he watched you walk away and open the doors to your balcony, hearing the outbursts of everyone in the courtyard.

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“Training will begin immediately. I am not sure of the forces Thanatos will bring with him but we must be prepared for every and anything. Even lost lives,”

You were wrapping up the announcement as it had been going for thirty minutes due to questions and roars of interruption. You could see everyone visibly tense. You saw the way Styx leaned into Peter and held his hand. You could see how Wanda wrapped herself around her brother’s arm as Vision comforted her by rubbing her back. Some of the warriors seemed adamant but they made an oath to not just you but Tartarus to fight if war ever came.

“Hopefully,” you sighed and your shoulders trembled as your breathed out, “Hopefully, it will not come to that,” You nodded and tried to give an assuring smile.

“For Tartarus,” You raised your fist in the air and the courtyard started to chant back at you as your retreated back in the house. You knew you would have to have a council meeting with Gaia, Tartarus, Erebus, Hades and everyone else. But that would happen later. The chanting died down as you reached the foyer and saw your children and the team sitting there. Hemera came up to you and frowned, she hugged you and apologized, her actions had taken you aback as she rarely shows any physical affection towards you. 

“I’m scared. What if I lose you, or one of my brothers or sisters?,” she whined. You knew technically you couldn’t die, as night was always needed. But your children on the other hand, some of them were minor Gods and Goddesses so anything could happen, but you didn’t want to worry her. The others came up to you and added to the hug. The team stood behind and watched. One minute they were all arguing and throwing shots at each other but now you were hugging and whispering I love you’s.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, my loves,”

Eleos started to become overwhelmed as feelings of pity were strong in the air, “Calm down, my sweet, Ellie. We will make it,” You tried to keep your voice strong so you sounded convincing but you knew that if you couldn’t convince yourself then you weren’t doing a well enough job convincing them.

“Everyone get some rest,” you kissed your children goodnight and sent them to their chambers, alone, “As for you all,” you turned to the team and somberly smiled, “We have an early departure so get some rest, for as soon as we get back I have another meeting and we will discuss plans to prepare for what is to come,”

Bucky came up and took your hand before leading you to your room. He helped you undress and get you into your night clothes and into bed, you swiped his clothes away with your shadow mist and dressed him in night attire as he crawled in with you. 

“Do you wish for me to help you sleep?,” your voice was low and full of worry.

“No, but I wish for you to trust me and tell me what is going on inside that head of yours,” he ran a thumb over your cheek.

“Never, in all my time of living has my precognition been this blurry and fogged. All I can see is colors of red, blue, yellow, purple, green, and orange. I can’t see what he’s doing or planning, that has never happened. It must be something so sickening that even I can’t see it. I’ll contact Gaia when we get back and see if she can see anything... if not... then we’re in trouble, James,”

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OOOUUUUUU WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN?! (yeah we all know but like... this version will be different so stay tuned!)

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for the greater good (theseus x reader): chapter 3

requested by anonymous: could you make an imagine with Theseus Scamander where the reader’s an undercover Auror on Grindelwald’s side and her cover is blown when the Aurors try to arrest Grindelwald?

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The following events were experienced through an uncomforting haze as you felt too numb to properly process anything. Voices piled on top of each other like bricks stacking to form a solid wall. Nothing seemed real; the pain in your heart made you wonder how you weren’t bleeding into your hands yet. You had risked everything, even though you had nothing left, for Grindelwald and it was hard to believe he had just thrown you away as if you were a disposable straw.

The haze seemed to drift away once you were thrown into the corner of a cold, grey cell. The cool walls pressed against your skin and reminded you that you were still alive, even if you had seemingly died inside. Memories of your brother and life before his death replayed in your head almost teasingly, as if reminding you that a perfect life had been lived only a couple years ago.

“Hey,” A soft voice floated through the cold air causing you to slowly glance up to meet Newt Scamander’s eyes. You almost chuckled at the irony of the entire situation; you were now in the position Credence had been in and Newt was in yours. “The guards let me in. Told them I was here to check up on you for my brother.”

“Well, there’s no need for you to check up on me. I haven’t tried to escape,” You stood up, almost tripping over your own feet, not used to this level of awareness. Trying to act confident, you stood up straighter, gaining a proper balance on both feet. You tried to look him in the eyes but his eyes reminded you too much of Theseus’.

“You know, you really meant a lot to my brother. I mean, you still do, but you really hurt him,” Newt’s tone had a genuine, caring softness to it that somehow pierced through the tough armor of steel you surrounded yourself with.

“I really do care about him. Initially, he didn’t mean much to me but as I started to get to know him better, I began to care for him. I’m just not used to opening up and feeling raw emotion. The last person I loved…” You trailed off, your brother’s jovial expression appearing in your mind. You weren’t sure if you had been talking loud when you were spilling your past out to Credence but from the look in Newt’s eyes, it seemed like he had heard.

“He blames himself for loving you and it’s tearing him apart on the inside. You have to help him, Y/N. Even I can’t him to talk to me about you, or rather anything. He’s just completely shut everybody out. The only person who can make him open up is you,” Newt hopefully glanced at you, pleading desperation rising in his voice. It seemed like he cared for his brother dearly and wasn’t trying to pull some Ministry tricks on you.

“Alright, I’ll try if I get to talk to him,” You promised, offering the smallest of smiles, causing him to give you a smile signaling his gratefulness towards your willing reply. After Newt left, the cell was empty and cold again, but instead of sulking in the corner, you began pacing around the room, thoughts of Theseus on your mind. You were pulled out of your thoughts abruptly as the door opened and the person you wanted to see entered the room.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Theseus Scamander,” You were stunned at how he treated you like a stranger, but then again, when he entered his posture was rigid, his hand hovering over his pocketed wand. “I’m here to interrogate you. Please refrain from trying to escape. That will only complicate this situation.”

“Did Leta ask you out? I always thought she liked you,” You brought up curtly, causing him to frown slightly at your bluntness. You weren’t jealous, just curious. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous you couldn’t call him yours anymore but you still wanted to find out.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, she did. But I haven’t given her a decisive answer yet,” Theseus stiffly replied, getting ready to start asking questions. Before he could get a word out, you quickly interrupted, “Say yes. It’ll make both you and her happy. You really deserve somebody like her. Somebody who will treat you kindly, care for you, and always be honest. You’ll be happy with her, I’m certain.”

“If you could let me move on to asking questions, that would be absolutely wonderful,” Theseus started, attempting to cover up the crumbling of his rough act, but you cut in again, feeling guilty. You were acting extremely rude but it was the only way you could get him to communicate. “You know, there’s no use for questions. He’s already moving on, changing the location of his meeting place. There is no point in asking me anything; you’re just stalling.”

“You know what? You’re right. I’ve been trying to save you. All the other wizards want you to be executed but I’m trying to convince them not to. I’m trying to keep you alive and it’s all because of what happened between us.”

“I’m sorry for what I did,” You suddenly blurted, feeling an overwhelming need to express your feelings. “I was so scared of love. I hate that all I knew was manipulation. I had shut myself off from the world because of all the hurt and anguish love caused me to feel. But once I met you, I remembered how to feel again. Please don’t blame yourself. Please don’t shut everybody out. It won’t work. I hate to see you feeling this way. I know you have a future and I don’t want you to give up all hope because of what I’ve done to you. I’m so sorry. I will never be able to apologize enough for what I did.”

“It’s hard to forgive you. It hurts. Every night I wonder if you still love me and I can’t stand the pain that I’m feeling,” A teardrop rolled down Theseus’ cheek and you hurried over to his side, enveloping him in a warm hug. You rubbed his back comfortingly as he cried into your shoulder. During all those weeks of dating him, you had never seen him cry. He was always emotionally stable and a thousand knives drove into your heart when you realized what you had done to him caused him to be this way.

As he slowly began to calm down, he sniffled slightly, pulling away as he apologized, “Sorry about this. I really appreciate you being here. It’s so difficult to keep everything to yourself, you know?”

“I know, I know. It’s perfectly normal to feel emotions. I can’t believe I’m the one to say this but pretending to be an emotionless robot is not healthy and does not ever work. People are really judgemental and there’s nothing you can do about it, but talking about emotions to people you trust will keep you going through this hectic world,” You replied soothingly, holding his hand in yours. “You are a wonderful person. Thank you for being here for me. You’ve helped me so it’s about time you had a shoulder to cry on.”

“Thank you. And yeah, the world is quite a mess,” Theseus smiled, causing your heart to jump joyfully, a new sense of hope sparking in your body. You both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, blissfully engaged in the peaceful moment.

A shrill alarm slashed through the serene atmosphere, causing Theseus to jerk back out of your grip unexpectedly. He quickly rushed out the door to hear an Auror shout, “There’s an emergency! Something’s loose on the streets!”

“I have to go. I’m sorry,” Theseus hurriedly gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out of the cell door. You considered calling after him to stay safe but realized other people might hear and report it which could potentially ruin Theseus’ career. Then, you suddenly realized what the Auror had meant by “something’s loose on the streets!”. Credence had let his inner monster out.

Without wasting any time, you carefully snuck out of the opened cell door Theseus forgot to close in his rush and silently crept down the strangely empty halls. Most of the wizards must’ve left to find the Obscurus. Time was against your side so you burst into a random wizard’s office and stole a wand. Sure, it was going to be difficult to use but you didn’t have time to go search for your wand. You ran out of the doors of the Ministry to find the streets crowded with scattered people frantically trying to get away from the distant roaring menace. Pushing past the onslaughts of muggles running for their lives, you hurried down the streets, trying to gauge Credence’s relative location. Once you saw the looming, dark mass howling in agony above a building, you instantly apparated to its location, your mind churning as you tried to come up with a solution to solve the problem.   The Obscurus roared, enraged as it smashed into buildings and swirled around screaming pedestrians. You noted that there were a few wizards, possibly Aurors, in the distance that were observing the chaos, confused about how to calm the situation. Taking a deep breath, you yelled, “Credence!”

The dark mass continued to sway across buildings but it had slowed down, hearing your voice. Quickly, you followed up your shout, “Remember me? I was the person who brought you out of the prison cell from the Ministry. I’m sorry that Grindelwald took you. He can be convincing when he wants to but I know you saw through his act. I’m sorry I brought you into the mouth of the devil.”

The Obscurus gradually shrunk in size and drew closer to you cautiously, continuing to howl in anguish at a smaller volume. Your talking seemed to be working but you had to hurry before the Ministry arrived. “Credence, you are not alone. I’m here for you and I will always be here for you.”

As those words were stated, you were dragged into memories of you attempting to calm your brother when he was stuck in that form. Every step you took closer to Credence was a step into your memories. The words continued to tumble through your lips as you looked up to the receding Obscurus, “You have a future ahead of you. Don’t let this define you forever. You can fight it. I believe in you. Please don’t give up because this isn’t the only aspect of you that makes up your personality. You are so much more than what people see. What people see is what makes them want to use you and that is extremely unfair to you. I want to help you and by you, I mean you, Credence, and only you.”

By now, the mass had shrunk smaller and smaller until all that was left was Credence’s fragile form. You approached him calmly, soothingly wrapping your arms around him as he sobbed into your shoulder. Tears fell down your face as you recalled all those times you had held your brother like this. Footsteps were approaching so you carefully turned around while still maintaining a comforting embrace, pointing your wand to the direction of the steps. You sighed in relief when it was only Newt who was walking towards you and Credence.

When he gave you an understanding look, you helped Credence stand up, soothingly reassuring, “Newt’s here for you. He will help you and I promise.”

Newt steadily wrapped an arm around Credence, murmuring comforting words as he guided him away. Credence glanced back at you and you waved, smiling softly as he looked away, reassured by your warm expression. Newt apparated away with Credence, leaving you standing alone among the death and destruction.

“Hands up and wand down,” An Auror commanded as a handful more of them gathered around you in a circle. The tiring sense of deja vu washed over you as you dropped the wand to the ground and held your hands up. You met Theseus’ eyes and he nodded solemnly and knowingly, understanding what you had done.

Of course, the Ministry took you into custody again and luckily for you, Theseus managed to convince them to end your sentence early because after all, you had stopped an Obscurus from further destruction. Before they let you out, they interrogated you to try to find out the whereabouts of Credence and you managed to convince them that a wizard, thankfully not Grindelwald, had apparated and took him away.

Once you were free from the suffocating prison the Ministry stuck you in. As the Aurors became more lenient with their not-so-secretive spying on you, you began talking with Theseus again and he finally forgave you for your mistakes. Soon, you both were inseparable and you picked up a job at a local bookstore. You and Theseus lived the life you always wanted to live and even though you were content with this life you lived, at any moment you might have to give it up again for the greater good.

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Piano Man

Chapter Four

mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: If you want to be tagged, let me know:)

Summary: The Ecclesiastes Pub catered to a plethora of people. Prostitutes, college students, successful businessmen and London’s most wanted. Bartenders and waitresses learned to tune out conversations from their customers quickly if they wanted to keep their head. However, people will still come looking for trouble, even if that trouble revolves around Tom Holland, the most feared mob boss around.

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Though I probably should have, I didn’t tell anybody about the call or text. I knew that it was stupid of me to do so, but I’m living in the house of the most dangerous man in the country, so I figured that a threat was practically nothing. It might not even be a threat; for all I know, it’s a stupid prank.

The next morning I woke up around 8:00, hoping that was early enough for Tom. After getting dressed, I walked down the stairs and saw only Tom and Harrison conversing at the kitchen counter. They both were dressed impeccably (why should I be surprised) and stopped talking once they noticed I was present.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Harrison said, taking a sip from his glass. “I’m looking at it and there’s not much to see,” I equivocated. Harrison pursed his lips before turning back to Tom to resume their conversation. I sat down in the chair next to Harrison, marveling at the kitchen as well. Everything about this house screamed I shouldn’t be here and they were right. However, the house was going to have to suck my dick because apparently I’m not going anywhere.

“So where’s all your henchmen and shit? Isn’t this house supposed to have eyes everywhere?” I took an apple from a nearby fruit basket and not into it. Tom filled a glass of water and handed it to me and answered, “I have eyes all over London and the U.K., Y/N. The lot of them don’t come here until nine; only Harrison and I live here.” He handed the glass to me and I thanked him quietly, taking a sip, “So the mafia’s a 9-5 business then?” “Not at all,” Tom shook his head, almost cracking a smile at my joke.

For a while, we didn’t say anything to one another. I was finishing my glass and Tom began to cook breakfast. It smelled delicious and I was tempted to ask for some, but I figured best not to. The sun was rising gradually and wisps of orange and yellows rays managed to squeeze in through the closed curtains and dance across the house as if they were lovers.

Tom turned around with two plates of eggs and sausage, giving one to Harrison. He then looked at me and asked, “Did you want something?” “No, but you probably should’ve asked before you started cooking,” I said. He took a forkful of eggs and lifted them to his mouth, “One day you’re going to wish you didn’t have that sharp tongue.”

While the two were eating, I headed back to my room, deciding that I’ll start my job when everyone else does. I unplugged my phone from the charger and opened it, mulling over the photo like I had ever since I received it. I could see the picture detail by little detail even when I closed my eyes, but it pained me that I didn’t know who she was or who sent this to me. Is this a riddle I’m supposed to solve? Was I supposed to figure out who she is or why this photo has so much meaning and suddenly stop some psychotic maniac? Was this woman after me or was she also being chased? I literally know nothing about her, who she is, her favorite color, if she went to college or not.

Someone knocked on the door and immediately I took myself out of my messages and turned off my phone. “Come in,” I said and Harrison entered the room. “While you’re up, might as well start you on some training,” he looked a little too smug for my taste and I wanted to punch out his perfect teeth. Why the fuck were the two men in charge of the most feared mafia fucking gods? Last I remembered, mob bosses were fat guys who practically beat the living shit out of Viagra.

I nodded my head and stood up, brushing myself off and trying to shake the photo out of my head. “Do you want me to change into something different?” I asked. “Preferably, unless you really would like to sweat your ass if in those jeans,” he gestured to my pants.

“Good...good, you have decent form, Y/N. I’m impressed,” Harrison nodded along as I kept punching the bag with the new technique he taught me. I didn’t let the compliment go to my head, so I ignored it, continuing to throw more punches to the poor bag. Too much was on my mind and honestly, the training was a great stress reliever. Sweat was getting near my eye, so I paused for a bit and wiped it off, but that was when I looked up at the news. Where the photo of the girl was displayed on screen.

“Turn it up,” I demanded Harrison and he did so. We both listened to the reporter and I let the words hit my nerves. “Today, Ellen Rhie, a college student abroad from South Korea, was brutally murdered and found in an alley near the Ecclesiastes Pub, which had just reopened after a stand off from what seems to be a gang killing. She was strangled with what seems to be a piano string approximately 12 hours ago and was found by a homeless man,” the reporter continued, but her words melted away.

The woman was murdered. The woman who seemed so alive in the photo sent to me hours ago, 12 to be exact. Over and over in my head, I replayed the phone call and heard the voice tell me, “The first of many.” My mind was like a broken record player stuck on the vinyl of darkness, constantly relaying threats. So this was it, the text was a threat and I’m going to be a victim.

Harrison noticed my state and he put his hand on my shoulder gently, causing me to jump. “It’s just me,” he said softly, “Are you alright?” I stared at him, practically boring into his face. Everything around me seemed slower, and my eyes glazed around the room to make sure nothing was melting, although it felt like everything should be melting.

My voice was barely above a whisper, shaking uncontrollably, “I should have told you.” “Tell me what?” He asked. “I could’ve saved her,” my voice was louder now, “I could’ve prevented it.” “Prevent what, that murder? You had nothing to do with it, Y/N!” Harrison looked puzzled and I didn’t blame him.

I rushed to a nearby chair where I had left my phone and I opened it, revealing the photo. “I got a call last night from a random number. They told me that this was ‘the first of many’. I didn’t think much of it until now,” some of that was blatant lie but I didn’t care. He had to know now.

Harrison took the phone out my hand and examined it before averting his gaze to the TV to look at the same exact photo. He gave my phone back to me and grabbed my arm lightly, albeit a little pressure on it. “We need to find Tom,” he said with gritted teeth and the two of us rushed to his office where he was speaking with someone.

“I’m in a meeting, Harrison,” Tom stopped talking to the person seated in front of him, but he didn’t look at Harrison. The gun was perched on his desk and the person was visibly distraught. Harrison took a look at the person before changing back to Tom, “It’s important.” “Everything is important, Harrison,” Tom met Harrison’s eyes, “This meeting is important. That’s why I’m having it.”

Tom began speaking to the person again before Harrison sighed, “It’s Rigsby, sir.” Tom froze, something that shook me to the core. He turned to the person he was speaking with, and pointed the gun in their face, “You have five seconds to leave this house. One,” he counted and the person scurried out. Tom looked at me and commanded, “Close the door.”

After Harrison told him what went down, Tom slammed his fists on the table and stood up, pointing at me. I jumped and my stomach dropped lower than it already was. “You know you were going to be a fucking target, Y/N! Why the fuck would you hide this? What if you were sent your own photo? What were you going to do?” He shouted. Harrison looked stoic, but I knew that something about this was bothering him deeply.

“What’s going on? Why was I sent the photo, Tom? Do you know who the fuck did this?” my voice was rising as well, not taking kindly to being shouted at. “Of course I do, Y/N! I’m not fucking thick headed like you. I know when something’s dangerous,” he answered, but not really answering my question.

“You don’t think I know what’s dangerous?” I stood up from my seat as well, “I live in fucking Southwest London you waste of breath! I’ve been fucking catcalled, assaulted, robbed, and destroyed beyond all reason because of this shitshow we call a city! I’m living with a fucking cold blooded killer who murdered his fucking father and probably the rest of his family too!”

Harrison grabbed my forearm, “Sit down!” He hissed. Tom was still, and his eyes bore daggers into my skin. “Harrison, leave,” he said, his voice almost like a growl. “Tom-“ “Get the fuck out of here!” He turned to Harrison. Calmly, Harrison stood up, walked to the door, opened it and left, all without saying a word, and leaving me with Tom Holland.

“So you really believe the bullshit they spoon fed you out in the world, didn’t you, Y/N?” He was walking out from behind his desk and I could see his hands were balled up and bleeding, from his nails digging into his skin. I was terrified, I knew I fucked up and now I couldn’t redo it. I didn’t know who I should’ve been more scared of, whoever wanted me dead or Tom.

I said nothing and he laughed, walking closer to me. “You really want to act so innocent and spit on me like I am the Devil, don’t you sweetheart?” His teeth were gritted and he cocked his head. I was backpedaling, but soon I had run out of place to backpedal and my back hit the door.

He finally pinned me to the door so that I couldn’t leave, although I couldn’t really anyway. “I know who you fucking are, Y/N. You have your own fucking secrets, some worse than mine,” he spat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to act harder than I really was. He pressed a finger to my lips and shushed me, “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He shrugged and tilted his head, “I’ll admit it, I killed my father. He was getting soft and a bit too old for this job. The mob needed grit and he didn’t have it.”

“And you did?” I asked but he pressed his finger against my lips harder. “No time for talking, miss,” he chastised, “I have my demons and you have yours. But don’t ever think for a fucking second that you can use my crimes against me. Don’t ever think for a fucking second that you can best me. After all, I am a cold blooded killer, according to you.”

He took his finger off my lips and replaced it with his thumb brushing my lower one. “Look at me, Y/N,” he said softer than before but all the more dangerous. I did what I was told begrudgingly and I noticed an emotion I wasn’t particularly excited to see. His eyes seemed clouded with a concoction of emotions: anger, madness, and what seemed like lust. “One day,” he said to himself as he took his thumb from me.

He finally backed away, giving me space, but I still didn’t move; I was petrified. Fumbling around for the lock, I unlocked the door and opened it. Before I exited the office, Tom called out my name and I stopped in my tracks.

“You’re here for a reason, you need to tell me these things, especially now more than ever,” he was holding information back, but I didn’t want to get into it. I wanted to get away from him right now and let my nerves sort themselves out. I nodded silently and left, closing the door behind me and practically rushing down the stairs, tripping over my feet.

CHAPTER FIVE

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AntiSepticEye: Explained

Alright, I’m going to sit down and clear up anything and everything I can think of about Anti right now, so I don’t end up random-spamming for no reason and hitting my post limit again. This is going to be long, but I want people to read it, so hang tight. 

What do we know about AntiSepticEye?

- He is an entity that shares a body with JackSepticEye. - He has proclaimed his purpose is to take over Jack’s channel. - He was named by the community, not by himself. - He alludes to drawing power from the community noticing him. - He has taken over Jack three times now. - Each time has been slightly different, for different reasons. - Each time, he has taken over something new that belongs to Jack. - He has knowledge of, and interacts with, at least one of Jack’s other Egos. (Doctor Schneeplestein) - Doctor Schneeplestein, and himself, have both alluded to him being an outside entity that gets inside a person’s brain to take control. - Jack, on multiple occasions, has referred to him as a demon. - He has explicitly stated that he has killed Jack. - He wears different clothing than Jack; specifically dark green hair, a black tee shirt, and gauges. Occasionally has black eyes or one ‘septic’ eye (green/blue). - Always has a slit throat. - Prefers to speak/type in glitched Zalgo text. - Has associated himself with childrens’ laughter.

So what does this mean? What is AntiSepticEye?

Many have speculated that Anti may in fact be a demon whose sole purpose is to kill Jack and take over his channel. But have you noticed how he acts?

- Giggles almost incessantly. - Twitches and glitches. - Smiles almost constantly. - Makes broad movements, sometimes violently. - Points a knife at the camera. - Holds a knife to his own/Jack’s neck. - Reaches towards the camera. - Directs all speech towards the camera. - Whispers in the background.

How he speaks?

- Speaks with confidence, usually in absolutes. It’s all mine. There’s nothing you can do. - Places blame for his existence on the viewers. This is all your fault. You just watched. - Talks almost always about Jack. You can’t save him. He’s gone forever. - Acknowledges social media. They all follow me now. - Talks about the others (Jack, Schneep, Chase) as if they’re less than he is, but also acknowledges that they’re precious to the audience in a way that he is not. - Talks about how ‘weak’ Jack is, specifically his body, and how that allowed him to take over.

All of this is attention-grabbing, it’s made explicitly to get us to pay attention to him, to Anti. He does everything in teasing trails, cliffhangers, hints and messages that get everyone talking about him and he seems to love it. But when things go wrong, he gets angry. He gets upset because he’s not receiving the attention he craves.

- I’m tired of pretending. - How many times must we... keep fooling around? Over and over, fucking circles! - I’m. In. CONTROL. This is MY world. - Has become upset enough to actually swear. - Shows extreme distaste for the mocking name of “Glitch Bitch”. - Lashes out some with his knife. - Talks much more grandiose than usual, especially about himself. - Stresses that he cannot be gotten rid of. - Thumps his chest, gets closer to the camera to stress that he is the center of attention. - Sarcastically uses the words ‘favorite boy’ in reference to his next victim, who is slightly unclear at the moment - likely Jack or Chase.

He hates that he has to pretend to be Jack for so long in order to wind up the perfect amount of tension to get everyone involved. He hates that he had to ‘go in circles’, that he had to wind down so that he could explode again. He hates that if he stays, the hype will eventually die. He absolutely hates that people are rooting against him, with their #septicsave tag and theories of how to destroy or get rid of him. He hates that the attention may be on him, but more of it is on his victims. He hates what his hype has become. That’s why he’s upset.

So did Anti kill Jack?

Jack himself said after Say Goodbye that no, Anti did not kill him. This, according to Anti, was him pretending. So you can see why people would be skeptical of the vlog after Kill JackSepticEye stating almost the exact same thing. Anti didn’t kill me.

The thing is, this is a vlog - there is no intro of ‘Top o’ the mornin to ya laddies, my name is JackSepticEye.’ This isn’t Jack. This is Sean. Yes, there is a difference between Sean and Jack, if you think about it he’s ‘in character’ for almost all of his videos. Same for Markiplier, for PewDiePie, for any other gamer that goes by a pseudonym or nickname. They don’t always act the way they do on camera in real life, because they’re playing a character and they’ve become comfortable in that. 

So from this, we can infer that it could technically be possible for Anti to kill Jack. Because Jack is another persona of Sean’s. But did he kill Jack? Well, Schneep stated that he has almost lost Jack once before, and had to save him. We can infer that this incident took place during Say Goodbye, where Anti first took over, and Schneep must have saved Jack just after. In Kill JackSepticEye, though, it’s implied that not only did Anti kill Jack, but he also killed Schneep. We’ve seen, though, that Anti seems to be able to function perfectly well with Jack simply incapacitated. After all, if he hadn’t been killed during Say Goodbye, then what says he was actually killed during Kill JackSepticEye? Again, what Anti does is all for attention. If he really kills Jack, then he can’t ‘kill’ him again at a later date for more hype. Then again, with his frustration, he may have been forced to take drastic measures.

As far as we know, this is a ‘Schneeplestein’s Jack’ equation - Jack is either alive or dead, and we won’t know until Sean or Anti opens the box on us, revealing everything.

You didn’t answer my question. What is AntiSepticEye?

I know, you needed that information first.

It’s implied that Anti is a demon, yes, but what kind of demon? Some have speculated that he’s a Bill Cipher sort of demon, able to make ‘deal with the devil’ sort of trades, and that’s how he killed Chase. We have no evidence for this, but it’s a nice theory if you like angst. Another thought is that he’s not a demon at all but some sort of sentient virus that takes over a brain via the blood and corrupts it. Working off of the virus theory is that he’s able to take over electronics instead, although it doesn’t explain why he’s able to take over Jack’s body. These are all good theories, and mine is just one of them, but I think it has enough merit to warrant a read:

AntiSepticEye is part of Jack. Part of Sean, and his collective of Egos. He always has been. This would make it impossible for him to actually kill Jack without killing a part of himself, thus making his own form weaker. Why does Anti want to kill Jack? Because he wants to take over his channel. Why does he want to take over the channel? Because he wants attention.

But why does he want attention in the first place?

This is something I’m not sure anyone has actually covered, at least not that I’ve seen. Anti’s been constantly referred to as a demon, but if he’s part of Jack, then what does that mean? He’s one of Jack’s demons. His internal ones. In my mind, he’s less of an Ego like Markiplier’s, and more of a Side like Thomas Sanders’. He’s the embodiment of Jack’s greediness, his want for more attention and more views. It’s something that definitely helps him, likely motivates him to make sure he gets videos out and stays on schedule, but when left unchecked it does things like make hype over sudden, unexpected merch.

The thing is, Anti feels frustrated. He feels ignored because he tried so hard to make this happen, to build up to his grand finale of actually killing JackSepticEye, and the community ruined it for him by defending Jack, and Chase, and Schneep, and even the Egos he hadn’t even targeted. They made him upset by using the #septicsave tag, which by a large majority was used to separate him from the rest of the egos-- from the rest of himself. It was used to make him seem like an outsider, something other, something evil. They wanted to save the others from him, but they stopped caring about Anti himself.

The first time he surged, everyone was focused entirely on him. They drew fanart, made theories, but it was all about him and that’s what he wanted. He wanted to feel heard and feel like he existed because before then he’d never been noticed. Jack had never put him out there to be noticed. He loved it so much he appeared not too soon after, introducing Jack at PAX East. The results were still positive, but not so much so, and he decided he needed to step up his game and go into hiding for a whole lot longer than that.

But when he started back up again, the short burst of hype was filled with people saying things like, ‘he’d better not come back again’ and ‘I hate this’ and ‘just get it over with’. Like people didn’t want him to show up again. Like they didn’t appreciate him. And that’s probably what upset him the most, the fact that we didn’t seem to want him around anymore. The effect was multiplied when people started making assumptions about Chase, bringing him into the equation and shoving Anti further into the ‘bad guy’ role without him doing anything. That’s not what he wanted, he wanted the attention to be on him, not his supposed victims. And because he felt ignored, felt pushed aside and dismissed in favor of the more ‘important’ sides of Jack, he got mad.

In almost all of the pictures Anti posted, even where he’s smiling, he looks pissed. His expression is tight, less of a smile and more of a grimace or snarl. He’s not smiling at all in the other two, glaring into the camera. We made him angry, we didn’t give him the attention he wanted, and so he had no choice but to yell and scream at us, to make us listen. But we didn’t listen, we just yelled back and begged him to ‘post the next video and get it over with’. Not because we wanted to see him again, but because we wanted him to be done and go.

So he did. He never posted the next video. He went back to his Jack facade (or possibly let Jack go) and left us alone, because that’s the only way he’s going to get attention. And he hates it. He hates being excluded like this.

So what do we do about it?

I propose that the next time Anti shows up, if he shows up again, we give an overwhelmingly positive response. Anti is a little messed up in the head, he may be psychopathic or sociopathic to some extent, but that doesn’t mean he’s not looking for our attention, our approval. He’s always watching us, watching us watch him, looking at our reaction to see if he’s doing it right, if he’s doing what we want him to do.

If we give him loving responses, tell him how happy we are to see him again and draw fanart of just him, put the spotlight back on him, maybe he won’t be so upset. Maybe that’s how we apologize for hurting his feelings. For making him mad. We give him what he wants, and maybe he’ll see he’s just as important to us as the other parts of Jack are, and that he doesn’t need to threaten them get our attention. He doesn’t want to be Jack, he doesn’t want to kill Jack. He wants us to love him just like we love Jack. He wants the attention, the love and support Jack has, that Chase and Schneep and Jackieboy Man and Marvin the Magician and even SepticEye Sam have. He’s always treated as a demon or a monster, or some outside virus.

But he’s not. He’s part of Jack. And I think we need to show him that we understand that.

We love you, Anti. Please come back. <3

tl;dr - Anti is a part of Jack, and we need to love and respect him.

[illusionlockarchive]

Belief and Persuasion- Chapter 8 (Finale)

hey folks! i’ve been working on a little batim prequel fanfic for a while n its finally done! its a little long, so im dividing it in 8 chapters total!

if you want to read more, i’ll be tagging this under ‘bap fic’ on my blog!

summary:

Joey Drew gives an interview about how he managed to build his empire, and focuses on the two things needed most: belief and persuasion, the latter of which is trickier. As he talks about his philosophy, we can see examples of his influence at work.

This chapter: Joey finishes giving his interview, only to be confronted by Bendy.

(note: when Bendy “speaks” in this fanfiction, it’s not that he is actually speaking, but rather whistling, and everyone can just understand him, hence the parenthesis. It’s an old silly little trope, but I like it.)

"So, I think that will be all, don't you agree? You've learned quite a lot!" Joey seemed to be joking around, but the interviewer now seemed confused, as if the roles had been flipped.

He looked at his notebook to find scribbles and notes of some strange philosophy bordering in manipulation, things that he hadn't realized he was so absent mindedly writing, so compliant. Joey drew had really taken him for a spin. It really was true what they said about that man, he could have anyone wrapped up in his world in no time. But still, he had to leave.

"Thank you for having me, Mr. Drew." He stammered, getting up, almost not quite sure how to answer. "I will surely remember this, uh. I'll be making my leave now."

"Sure, sure, see you then!" Joey laughed gently as he watched the man make his way out.

After he had turned the corner, Joey moved into his wheelchair and rolled out, only to be confronted by Bendy, who seemed to have been snooping around, hidden from sight. He did not look happy, with his arms crossed and frowning.

"Why, what's this, Bendy? You look as sour as a lemon!" Joey joked, but Bendy had none of it.

"(I know what you did now. Alice and Susie are like this because you did it, didn't you? All of this, everything you do, it's just a game to you! You don't really care about making us stars, you only really care about what you want for the company. Well newsflash! I'm done bowing to you like a loyal little puppy dog, and Boris shouldn't either, no matter how much food you give him!)" Bendy whistled, pointing at him accusingly.

Joey seemed quiet for a minute, seeming genuinely caught in his deceitful manipulative behavior. Then, he nodded solemnly, and spoke again: "Bendy, you don't understand the true predicament I'm in. If I am rushing things, if I am using deceit and persuasion and every resource I can, it's because I'm truly desperate. I'm dying Bendy. The polio is eating me away." He then grabbed his toon's gloved hands, almost as if pleading.

"(What?)" Bendy took a step back. "(What- I'm sorry, that's really awful, but I still think what you did wasn't right.)"

"Yes, but there is a way to help me, to help this, I can be better, we can be better, together!" Joey grabbed Bendy's hands again, this time holding him firmly, as if not letting him get away.

"(... You... Are you honestly still...)" Bendy looked at him in dismay, trying to wriggle free of his grasp.

"Yes, Bendy, let's become one and the same, then I won't have to ever worry about death again! Won't you save me? Save your dear old creator? And let this studio prosper again? Really, killing two birds with one stone!" Joey kept holding him firmly, trapping him almost.

"(I can't believe it! You're doing it again, even when you're sick like this you're still thinking of what you can do to expand your greed! What about what I want? I'm not ready to have what happened to Alice happen to me!)" Bendy stared at him, visibly upset, his whistles growing louder and more aggressive.

"What you want? How can you possibly be so selfish when the one that has brought you to life is dying? You look positively despicable with that frown you know that! Now you better be smiling up and proud again because you are going to help me or you know what's going to happen? Without me, this whole studio's gonna come crumbling to the ground!" Joey snarled, now actually getting angry seeing as his initial persuasion didn't work.

But Bendy kept shaking his head in disbelief: "(No, no, I refuse to get the blame of YOU wanting to have a perfect little cartoon to dance for you. Maybe you should have never made me, if you weren't ready for me to disagree with you.)" Finally, he managed to tear himself free and ran off down the hall.

Joey huffed in anger and went after him; he had a feeling he knew where the little devil was going to.

Sure enough, Joey found him clawing and pounding at the ink machine, but so obviously unsure of how to attack it (if you could even call it an attack, so meek it was) that it made him laugh.

"Bendy." Joey laughed gently, but obviously mocking him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"(I'm going to destroy this wretched machine. Once it's gone, you won't be able to do any of your weird ideas anymore!)" Bendy growled between whistles, taking out random nuts and bolts and whatever he could out of it. Finally, he managed to reach one of the bigger gears, and started to pull it off, it was almost coming completely loose when...

"Bendy, no!" Joey screamed.

Bendy stopped, startled enough by how loud Joey had yelled.

"If you pull that, the pressure will de-stabilize and the whole studio's going to flood! Don't. Do that. Just gently ease it back into place and-" Joey couldn't finish.

Bendy, even if really had not moved the piece fully away from the machine, had already pulled on it so much it just came loose, and the machine immediately did its job, pipes bursting and flooding the room immediately, large amounts of ink washing over them in waves, pulling both Joey and Henry from where they were in swirls of black liquid. It quickly spread over to the other rooms, the work desks and chairs being knocked over, the items on the pedestals being washed out and spread around, the projectors violently swaying in the ink...

Alice Angel, or rather, Alice and Susie, now made into one being, heard it, from the level she stood, where she was still trying to accommodate her home, to come to terms with who she was now. Even with her having failed miserably at becoming perfect, she had still convinced the others to let her stay. But now, she thought it might not have been such a good idea. The employees that were also in that level immediately looked up, hearing it too, feeling the ceiling rumble. Then came the ink, first dripping down in small droplets, then coming down the elevator shaft, the pipes bursting. Something big and terrible was happening.

"Oh no... Oh my god..." Alice said to herself. Then she looked around, to her ex-colleagues, grabbed a microphone from a nearby booth and connected it to the speakers of the studio, shouting: "Get a move people go, go, go! This place is going to flood! Those who can, get into the elevator shaft, those who can't-"

She stopped herself, thinking about whether there was any other solution. She didn't want any of these people to die, but... No. She couldn't think of anything else. "Listen up people, try your best to keep swimming around the ink if you can, and stay atop big structures if possible! After a while, toons are going to start to form, and... and if you can't hold on until this all passes, and if you fear it's your last moment, coat yourselves in ink and become one with them. I'm serious, it's the only way, I'm immune to the ink, you will be too, but for now, try to stay alive!"

Back upstairs, Joey, who was at least trying to make an effort to hold onto the doorframe, felt himself slipping as the levels of ink rose higher and higher. Bendy on the other side of the room, had managed to hold on still to the top of the ink machine.

"Bendy..." Joey pleaded. "I don't think I'll hold on much longer..."

Bendy kept quiet, almost as if he was trying to ignore him.

"Bendy, look at me! You're the one that's doomed us all and you still refuse to help me?!" He tried an angrier approach, but that only earned him another silent distrustful and angry look from the demon.

Joey gulped, seeing as his last two fingers slipped off. "Bendy!" He yelled, as his hands finally gave out and he got washed away, engulfed by the ink. He tried one more time, using his last energy to yell: "Bendy please! You know I can't swim like this!"

Finally, guilt got the best of the little cartoon demon as he let go of the machine and swam with ease, diving towards Joey, who was now nearly drowning in the ink. Bendy was a toon, so he could keep his eyes open under the ink, and looking at Joey now, nearly unconscious, he did feel in the end, a pang of pity... His creator had been awful to him, his friends and the employees, but surely, Bendy went too far...

Suddenly, Joey's eyes shot up, blood red as they immediately reacted by being in contact with the ink, the human man grabbing the little toon and forcefully pulling him next to him. Bendy whistled and squealed in despair, his sounds muffled out by the layers and layers of ink, as he was pulled in closer and closer to the dark inky figure that had become of Joey...

Finally, the ink machine had given it all it could. The pressure had become extremely low, its fuel, whatever it was, had stopped functioning, it had for all purposes exhausted itself. At the surface of the black sea of ink, all was still for a moment, nearly peaceful.

Then a figure rose from the ink, tall, imposing, almost like a shark emerging from the sea waters, screeching and howling like and unnatural beast being born. But the most peculiar thing about this new monster was its happy grin that went from cheek to cheek.

[geek-gem]

Infinite's An Asshole

Just saying I’ve been thinking about this for some time and even mentioned in my last post about Chaos in Sonic Forces. Including when searching up Tumblr infinite sonic forces I’ve decided and even thought more when liking some stuff of finally making this.

Including I thought of making more where it’s other characters from other forms of media.

I know with the lyrics in Infinite’s theme seems like he has a tragic back story. Which seems very nice I like that. Yet what your about to read is very harsh yet funny. The characters even make some 4th wall mentions because they don’t give a shit. Including just I keep thinking Infinite is just the biggest asshole…also it may have some of my own thoughts in it.

Please be aware of not just spoilers but very…brutal and kind of dark things said in this that might bother you. Yet supposed to be done in a funny way.

Infinite to Shadow.

Infinite: Your whole existence is the reason why everyone on the Ark died. You are basically the reason why Maria died. Basically you killed your own family by existing.

Shadow: *looking disgusted and pissed off* how dare you.

Infinite to Sonic.

Infinite: Your up beat positivity and outlook on life sickens me. One of these days your gonna break down and realize how much of a failure you are. Your the reason why I exist and why the world’s gone to shit being taken over by Eggman and me. It’s all your fault.

Sonic:…the game hasn’t released yet and I don’t know if I know you in anyway. Also the breaking down thing I’m feeling depressed at times I’ll think about it…or wait till I see what the game has to offer.

Infinite to Chaos.

Infinite: All Chao’s deserve to die. Your a piss ass guardian and Chao’s are weak and deserved to be slaughtered to out right extinction.

*Chaos now instead of one middle finger and now puts up his arms, forms huge hands and puts up both middle fingers with his eyes looking like he’s pissed*

Infinite to Metal Sonic.

Infinite: You a weak copy of the real Sonic. You will never beat him and never be the real Sonic. Your life is filled with misery, your father hates you because you fail to do the one thing you were born to do. I’m surprised you haven’t decided to end your life yet. You will always the worst thing Eggman has ever built.

Metal Sonic: Must…kill…now. *puts up both middle fingers and his red eyes flash*

Infinite to Zavok.

Infinite: Nobody will give a shit about your achievements in Sonic Lost World. You will always be forgotten and never considered one of the greats. Even people didn’t know who you were in the E3 trailer. Shows how much of an impact you left because you hardly left an impact.

Zavok: *sigh* it’s true. *He looks down to the ground just being all depressed as fuck*

Infinite to Dr. Eggman.

Infinite: I find it embarrassing of working for you despite the game isn’t out yet. I don’t care how threatening you are and what achievements you’ve done in your life. Your a weak villain who can never beat Sonic until now and you had my help. I’m surprised you haven’t committed suicide yet. In fact Ken Penders is more of a villain then you and we all hate him.

Dr. Eggman: Orbot hold my beer. *Left hand gives beer to Orbot* Exuse me while I get the Egg Dragoon and kill this sorry exuse of a villain WHO SAID KEN PENDERS WAS MORE OF A VILLAIN THEN ME!

Infinite to Silver.

Infinite: I honestly feel sorry for you. Your birth is so tainted in a game were sick of joking about. Yet our memory still stays strong remembering your horrible exuse of a debut. Unless Sega and Sonic Team reinvents you in canon. You’ll forever be taunted and your potential will never be reached and remain as a joke forever.

Silver: I’m sorry ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY! *Has tears being formed in his eyes*

Infinite to Mephiles. Had to look on Google twice for Mephile’s name.

Infinite: I don’t care what people say. You were never the greatest Sonic villain. Your such a dumbass that you would of killed Elise at any chance. I don’t care if you wanted to be an asshole just for the sake of it. The way you are written. Also even when Elise dies old everyone’s gonna die anyway. Your plan is so flawed…you just fucking suck and the game you debuted in sucks.

Mephiles: *sigh* I know. *Like Zavok just looks to the ground being depressed as all fuck*

Infinite to Classic Sonic.

Infinite: I don’t care if your pandering. You have no exuse to me here with your pandering ass even if I talked about that. Your a God damn punk ass who was inspired by Mickey Mouse and Felix The Cat and might never speak in this game maybe.

*Classic Sonic just looks sad with tears forming in his eyes. Along with his mouth being messy*

Infinite to Buddy the wolf the custom character.

Infinite: YOU FUCKING SUCK YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE IN THIS GAME! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE! THEY SHOULD OF LET ME BE THE THIRD PLAYABLE CHARACTER! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE EXISTING AND NEVER SHOULD OF EVEN BEING IN THIS GAME IN THE FIRST PLACE! I’LL BE ALMOST SICKENED IF IM RELATED TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVE NO LOVE JUST NOTHING!

*Buddy just falls to the ground crying sobbing uncontrollably kind of like a baby but in his own voice*

Sonic: Jesus Christ Infinite what the fuck is wrong with you!

Infinite: What I’m an asshole!

Sonic: You didn’t have to make him cry like that my God seriously you made him feel more like shit then the others.

Infinite: I’ve been wanting to save the worse for him cause he deserves it.

Sonic: This is just GeekGem speaking isn’t it.

Infinite: What if GeekGem is Infinite.

Sonic: What.

Infinite: Or Jessie Eisenberg is Infinite.

Sonic: GOD DAMN IT INFINITE CAN YOU WAIT UNTIL THE GAME IS OUT!

Infinite: Damn it I just hope I’m really cool and I pick up buildings and throw them at people and me screaming I AM THE DEVIL I AM SATAN! Yeah I need to chill out and wait but I’m still an asshole.

Sonic: Damn it just Jesus Infinite.

Went to tags by mistake on that last part when choosing the word Infinite. To be honest the Classic Sonic part I don’t mind as long as they well the dimensions thing is an explanation.

Yet the custom character. I actually said in my head looked when making the you don’t deserve to be in this game I thought in my head or some shit the design looks cool. Seriously my head saying random shit okay it does don’t lie to self.

I’ve even made a post saying when I play the game I will make my own opinion about if I like the custom character or not. Saying I will not do anything special by just making the custom character look like what he’s been looking like. Because I rather not give a shit. Just don’t like to myself I could hate it or not.

We just have to wait and see. I wanted to make these pretty maybe not as harsh ha normal to smile yet well the funny parts are of how characters react Infinite’s insulting basically roasting them.

Well got tags down and forgot to mention Sonic Mania fuck it that looks good as fuck just as Sonic Forces and some new messages 4 by the same person scared me when getting the tags down.

edit this is funny read what I typed. Also fixed oh to or on the Jessie Eisenberg part

[jinjikook]

Sugar Sweet | 2 | (M) [Discontinued]

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut + a little fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: there’s very very verrrry slight dubcon, but in the end it’s consenting by both parties. just in case that isn’t your cup of tea, but i promise it’s as minimal as possible. trust me.

part 1 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 

masterlist

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Here was the man who gave you admittedly one of the best orgasms of your entire life and managed to make your heart go all kinds of tender within one night who also nearly tossed you out of the apartment you’d never thought you’d go to, less than 6 hours ago.

He blinked a few times before everything finally seemed to click, almost audible to your ears as his entire expression shifted. Kihyun smiled smugly at you, bowing slightly as a proper greeting before sliding into the booth next to Changkyun.

“Um, Y/N? Aren’t you going to say hi? Or at least clean up the mess you made? Which by the way, gross.” Changkyun pointed out the puddles of half coffee half spit on your table and you shook out of your trance to reach for some napkins, busying yourself with cleaning so you wouldn’t have to look up and make eye contact with the devil himself.

You heard a throat clear before Kihyun’s voice began to travel to your ears, just as melodious as it was this morning.

“So Y/N, is it?” You nodded. “You look familiar, have we met before?” You were going to strangle him. Hell, you would’ve done it right here and right now, damn any witnesses inside the café, if Changkyun wasn’t there. He seemed excited to have met Kihyun, for what reason you have no idea, and the last thing you wanted was to take away a friend from him. Especially since his best friend Jooheon is constantly busy with schoolwork lately and Hyungwon is always too lazy to do anything. He needed another guy friend around and he seemed dead set on making that Kihyun. Unfortunately for you.

Silence.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to answer him. You didn’t even want to acknowledge his presence, let alone play his little game. But then you peeked up and saw Changkyun’s puppy eyes, the ones that you were always so weak for. He got whatever he wanted anytime he put them to use and it became a deadly weapon for him when he really wanted something. But this time, his eyes were soft and shaking, waiting for you to answer his friend. His friend you thought, sighing loudly and realizing that you can’t act sour and mess this up for him. He meant too much for you and just because you couldn’t keep your legs shut doesn’t mean you should make his life miserable.

“No Kihyun, I don’t think we’ve ever crossed paths before. Trust me, I think I would’ve remembered.”

Your biting sarcasm went right over Changkyun’s head, his pure little mind too enveloped in his best friend and new friend finally properly communicating.

“No, no, I’m certain I’ve seen you before Y/N. Maybe on the news or something?” You gave him a dirty look, wondering where he was going with this.

“Kihyun, I don’t think Y/N knows you, she says she would’ve remembered you and I believe her. I mean, after all, you’re really handsome and you have bright pink hair that I think would be hard to forget.” Changkyun innocently interjected as he sipped on his drink.

He wasn’t wrong, that pink hair was definitely something you couldn’t toss out of your memory no matter how hard you tried. All you could think about was how you gripped it when he rammed you into the wall, tearing moans out from you. You pressed your thighs together, trying to put a stop to both your thoughts and feelings before you were too far gone. He wasn’t that good, was he?

Kihyun smirked again, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he began to speak again. “Oh! Now I remember! It was from something my friend Hoseok showed me, a picture from Instagram about this hot girl and her friends. You were on the side or something, I think.”

You knew exactly what photo he was talking about.

It was a stupid dare Changkyun made you do. The local sorority was hosting a car wash for “charity” and all the girls were wearing bathing suits under huge white t-shirts, soaked until they were see-through and clinging to their bodies. Changkyun had asked one of your friends who was in the sorority if you could join them, as you were just dying to help out the cause.

Next thing you knew, you were changed into your bathing suit and they had given you your shirt, already instructing you to wash some fuck boy’s huge pickup truck. Along with some of the other girls and your friend, who was much more attractive than you in your opinion.

You knew Changkyun and his friends were watching, hooting and hollering whenever one of the girls got soaked or when it was time to start rinsing a car. You felt completely out of your element but a couple of guys had complimented you as you worked on the truck, making you feel at least subpar to the other girls.

It was afterwards when the guy who owned the truck wanted a picture with all the girls who worked on it and you reluctantly lined up with the rest of them, your friend grabbing you close by the hip and telling you to relax and just smile. The picture had ended up all over social media, your friend reposting it on her own Instagram and tagging you in it.

This same friend had an on-again-off-again fuck buddy thing with a physical education major named Shin Hoseok, which was no doubt the same Hoseok that Kihyun had been talking about, who would of course have that picture saved on his phone.

You were beginning to realize that this world is far too small.

“Y/N I think he’s talking about the Mu Sigma Upsilon annual charity car wash that you helped out at! I told her to join them, she’s always so lame and boring that I dared her to do something interesting for once!” Changkyun boasted, not knowing just how adventurous you actually were, if having sex with a random guy in his apartment just an hour short of having an argument with him was anything to go by. “Didn’t she look smoking? The wet t-shirt look really works for her, if wasn’t so close to her, I’d tap that.”

Once again, you choked on your drink. Changkyun needed to learn how to use a damn filter. Or at least warn you before one of these times you do actually choke and die on your drinks. That’d be an interested tombstone for sure.

Before you could derail the conversation and steer it away from talk about you and your body in a wet tee, Changkyun gestured to Kihyun to scoot out of the booth to let him out. He excused himself to go off to the restroom and that left Kihyun and you sitting at the table awkwardly.

“So…” you began, hoping to ease the tangible unease that hung in the air.

“Would you ever do it again?”

You looked up at him and confusion struck your face, “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” He asserted himself, relaxing back into the booth and looking cockier than ever. You wanted to smack the damn smirk off his face. Or maybe get under the table and suck him off right then and there.

You really needed to stop.

A twinge of arousal shot between your legs and you closed them tight, needed to stamp out every one of your dirty thoughts before you really did something you’d regret. You cleared your throat as you tried to figure out how to answer his question. You assumed he was asking if you’d ever sleep with him again and your mind screamed for you to answer no but your body refused to leave it at that. If he gave the opportunity to hop on his lap and ride him until he broke, you weren’t sure you could reject such an offer. And that’s what truly scared you. No one ever got under your skin this much, usually you could get over it with a quick fuck or a night with your favorite vibrator. But here was this asshole with his smug grin and stupid hair that you wanted to tug on until he whined and begged you to take him all in. You wanted to abandon every belief system you had regarding one night stands, willing to toss out the rule book you had mentally created back in high school when you first started fooling around with the opposite sex.

“If I gave you one of my t-shirts, would you wear it to it?” Kihyun’s voice rang out, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you realize you had yet to answer him. But this follow-up question didn’t make any sense and just confused you further. What was he talking about ‘his t-shirt’?

Kihyun scoffed, looking off around the café before tearing his back off the booth to lean forward on the table, into your personal space. It obviously looked like he was trying to hide something, to keep it low enough that prying ears wouldn’t hear. “Are you deaf? Those car washes are annual, right? And you looked different enough to the point that I’d assume it was roughly about a year ago. So when they announce it, will you join again but this time wear my t-shirt?”

The words came as a surprise, not at all what you were expecting or imagining. He was insinuating he wanted to see you first hand, wearing something of his that’ll cling to your frame and give him plenty to imagine. Usually the girls’ boyfriends or boy toys would give the girls the shirt off their backs, a symbol of their possession on them. It was superficial at best but it was still really hot for both parties involved. And here was Kihyun, a man you barely knew and most likely despised, asking you to wear his shirt as if he owned you. The thought both offended and aroused you.

You were going to have whiplash by the end of the day just from your emotions whirling around your brain.

“As if. That’d mean I’m yours, which I most certainly am not.” You shook your head and tried to act as coolly as you could, trying to keep your body language from giving him the wrong message. The one that was begging him to take you right here and show everyone who you really belonged to.

He laughed at you. Literally laughed. Clearly you weren’t any good at hiding your true feelings.

Changkyun came back to the table and you silently thanked him for his timing but when you spared him a glance, you saw his entire front was soaking wet.

Kihyun saw as well and began, “Do I even want to ask?”

When Changkyun shook his head no, you started laughing at his misery, deciding it was karma for him befriending your douchebag hook-up. “What ‘Kyun, does your aim suck that much?” You teased, laughing louder when he only responded with a deadpan expression and a middle finger shot straight in your direction. You were going to milk this for all its worth and he certainly wasn’t going to live it down.

“Shut up Y/N. For your information, the damn urinal broke and sprayed me. Probably couldn’t believe how big I am.” He tried to save face by acting coy but you only laughed harder at the truth of the situation. Kihyun had joined you as well and Changkyun truly couldn’t believe that just a few minutes a lone with you already turned him evil.

Oh, if only he knew…

“Whatever, I need to head back to the apartment to shower and Kihyun and I have a class in like an hour so he can come with.”

That got you to shut your mouth. You knew it was too good to be true, fate never shown its bright light on you often and it rarely lasted long. You began to sputter, trying to find some semblance of an excuse to keep him away from your home, your safe haven, the one and only place he can’t attack you with his damned good looks or sinful hands. But all your efforts proved futile as Changkyun tossed you the keys to the car and demanded you drive.

As you walked to the car, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on the back of you, watching your every move. You don’t really know if it made you uncomfortable or if it just spurred on your ego, giving you something to be smug about. You weren’t Kihyun, you didn’t channel cocky energy like it’s nothing. Confidence alone was a tough issue for you, constantly feeling like less than those around you even though they’ve reassured you plenty of times that you’re pretty enough, smart enough, good enough.

The car ride was relatively quiet, as surprising as it was that Kihyun was capable of keeping his big mouth shut for longer than 2 seconds. Even when he had his mouth plenty occupied, he managed to make sounds and you knew that all too well. So you weren’t shy of impressed when you finally got home and unlocked the door to yet have heard a peep from the other boy.

Changkyun quickly invited in Kihyun, giving him a small tour and instructions on how to work the TV, giving him permission to eat whatever and watch whatever as long as he didn’t delete his Bewitched recordings. Why he loved that show so much was beyond you.

He left the room and you heard the shower head power on, a loud stream pelting the bathtub and indicating that Changkyun most likely already undressed and inside the shower already. You sighed and took off your coat, slumping down on your couch, as far as Kihyun as possible.

He smirked at your clear body language and how you were trying to avoid the inevitable. You were trapped in your small apartment with the man you loathed, the mere sight of him seething your blood and every nerve inside you, down to the bone. And you were still trying to act like you could just make him disappear if you ignore him long enough.

Unfortunately, that wonderful silence from earlier didn’t last much longer. It was nice was it lasted.

“So you never really answered my question. Just tell me the truth.”

The TV powered on as you tried to tune him out to the show selections you were trying to choose from.

He humphed and sat down on the couch next you, a little too close for comfort. “The silent treatment, huh? Listen, just get over yourself and realize you’re attracted to me. It’ll make things so much easier on you, trust me.”

“Trust you? Why in the ever loving fuck would I do that? What am I, some kind of mad woman?” You thought you could keep your head level but everything about Kihyun just made your blood boil and you couldn’t decide if it made you want him more or not.

“What’s your problem? You act like last night wasn’t good for you too. Last time I checked, you were crying out my name and working me like it was your damn job.”

You were going to kill him, no doubt about it.

“It was wrong! I barely know you and I knew you even less last night! It was such a dumb thing to do, I wasn’t thinking clearly. All I wanted was to go home with someone and have a good time and instead I got you and—“

“And? You had a good time, didn’t you? What’s it matter that it was with me? Looked to me like you were flirting with plenty of people last night, and I’m pretty sure you knew just about as much of them as you know of me.”

He had a point. And you hated that. You were at a loss for words, wanting not to be proven wrong because that meant he was right and that’d skyrocket his ego so high up you’d never be able to live it down.

“At least those people had manners, they were nice to me. You were just rude and callous and wrong. Everything that a woman should hate.”

“But?”

“What do you mean ‘but’? What I said is what I said.” You were seriously getting frustrated with this kid. How you were holding back from swinging was beyond you.

“Clearly you’re attracted to me, so obviously something about me makes up for all those bad things you think I am.” That damn smirk made a comeback, forever plastered on his flawless face. It just wasn’t fair.

“There is no ‘but’, you’re a terrible person. Period. Nothing about you is attractive and I certainly will not be doing a repeat of—“

“Oh my god, just shut up. Do us both a favor and get on my lap already.”

Air literally escaped your lungs at his words, leaving you speechless. Did you hear right? What is he talking about?

Just in that moment, you glanced over at his lap, finding it tented and obviously hiding his raging hard on. Why was he hard? You were literally just insulting him, he shouldn’t be getting hard over that? Just what was he implying?

“Don’t act like you don’t want it, c’mon. I’m hard for you so just do something already.”

This guy, thinking he had control over you like that. You wanted to hit him across the head, teach him that that’s’ not how you speak to woman and certainly not how you get on her good side. But he was just so stupidly tempting and his lap looked inviting, your libido from last night coming back to haunt you once more.

‘Just say no, say no Y/N’ You thought to yourself. But your body was a traitor to everything you believed in and all the sudden everything you were lecturing him on was out the window.

He reached for your wrist, tugging you onto him to straddle his lap. You’d be lying if you said you resisted. Not even a little bit. You should be ashamed at how quick was able to turn you into putty but the feeling of his clothed length against you made all your thoughts disappear in an instant.

He groaned and let his head fall back against the couch, finally feeling some sort of relief. His hands settled onto your hips, fingers digging into the material of your jeans. “Why, why of all things you probably own did you have to wear jeans today?” Kihyun griped, hands holding tighter as his hips began to move. You vaguely wondered what this would feel like without any clothes on but suddenly you felt pleasure erupt all over your nerve endings. You’d never been into dry humping before but the way his hips were circling into your own was something you could seriously get into.

Kihyun kept his noises at bay with a tight hold of his lip in-between his teeth, eyes focused on where your own crotch unconsciously grinding against him eagerly. Shame was long gone as now you just worried if he was going to make you come right here, on your couch in your jeans with your roommate just a door away.

You hadn’t even registered that you were being loud until one of Kihyun’s hands detached itself from your hips to slap over your mouth, effectively muffling your heavy breathing and hiccupped moans. He continued to circle his hips and gyrate against you, finally opening his mouth to talk again. He probably loved to hear himself talk, if you had to be honest. Not like you didn’t love it too. But he didn’t have to know that.

“God, you’re so fucking loud. As hot as that is sweetheart, you don’t want your roommate to come out here and see what a good little slut you are, right?” Muffled moans were the only response you could get out because you slipped down his legs a little and it placed his bulge right where you needed him the most. Your underwear was no doubt soaked by now as Kihyun fucked up into you, the very head of his cock rubbing tantalizing circles into your clit. The friction alone was getting you to edge, all dirty talk and potential voyeurism aside.

“Think you could come like this? Cream in your panties like the filthy girl I know you are?” Kihyun continued to attack you with his words, the mere mention of coming having you reeling. You wanted to come, so bad. At this point it didn’t matter how or where. Kihyun licked his lips and dove in to suck at the junction between your shoulder and neck, a secret spot that you were oddly sensitive in. The feeling of his plush lips latched made you buck harder into him. You felt him growl against your skin as his grip slipped down from your hip to your ass, coaxing you to move once more like you had before. The hand that was pressed against your mouth pulled away only for a second as Kihyun chose to shove two fingers inside instead.

You gagged on his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips flat against your tongue all while he continued to push up against you. You were so close, at the very precipice of coming undone when Kihyun stopped, pulling away his hand from your mouth. He brought his hand down, finally giving you a chance to close your mouth and relish in how sore he already made your jaw. But he had also ceased his movements, making you cry out in frustration at just how close you were.

In response to your whine, Kihyun chuckled lowly, returning both hand to your hips to steady them as you continued to chase the high he had abruptly put a stop to. You stopped and tried to think rationally for a moment, now that you weren’t rutting against each other like horny teenagers. Maybe he had heard something, like Changkyun finishing up in the shower? You perked your ears and tried to focus on the sounds from the hallway restroom, only finding the shower still running and what seemed to be Changkyun loudly singing ‘Closer’ off-key.

So why’d he stop?

“Baby girl, do you really want to come?” Kihyun asked, bringing your attention back to him. You nodded violently, wanting nothing more in the moment. His eyes glinted with a predator-like lust that only served to fuel your libido. He smiled like that was the exact answer he wanted before he dove his hand down to the button of your jeans, swiftly undoing everything before unceremoniously shoving his hand down your pants. He rubbed his palm over your clothed core, your breath hitching at the abrupt touches to your sex.

It had been nearly a minute of you shamelessly grinding against his palm as he ran his tongue all over your sweet spot on your neck before he pushed your panties to the side and roughly shoved two fingers in without warning. You choked on a moan as his fingers fucked into you in a way that had you back on the edge in no time. He sat back and you followed, not wanting his fingers to slip out from inside you. Clearly he was making himself comfortable. You just didn’t know it was for the show you were about to give him.

The hand that wasn’t currently deep inside you came up to the nape of your neck, bringing your face in close to his. You thought he was pulling you in for a kiss so you pursed your lips until his mouth skimmed past your cheek to land right by your ear. You focused on his heavy breaths and unsteady breathing before he finally told you what he wanted. He gave you your ticket to come.

“Bounce on my fingers until you come. Now.”

You couldn’t say no to that, instantly acquiescing to his request. You rode his fingers, wondering dumbly just how deep you could get them inside you when he forced his hand upwards, giving you exactly what you needed. If he was a mind reader, it would explain just how he knew how much you got under his skin and how much you wanted to get under him.

Before you knew it, white-hot pleasure coursed through your body and you shook in his hold, muffling out your cries against his mouth. His tongue licked around yours, his hand coming up and gripping your hair tightly as he forced to continue fucking down on his fingers. He pulled harshly, making you head crane back and his tongue found itself running up from your clavicles up to your chin, all while he made his fingers continue to attack your now over-sensitive walls.

“You wanted to come so badly, now you’re gonna get to keep coming.” Kihyun whispered harshly against your ear, the air from his voice hitting the shell of your ear and making you shiver. His fingers didn’t let up, if anything it seemed like they got rougher. You wanted to cry, tears stinging the brim of your eyes as your core was being abused. The craziest part of all of this was how much you were enjoying it, despite the oversensitivity and humiliation of it all. His rough treatment and filthy words were making you wetter, as much as you hated to admit it.

Kihyun could tell though, you clenched hard around his fingers as he continued his heavy petting. “God, you’re so tight I don’t even know how you could be this damn tight. Can’t wait to get inside you again baby girl, gonna make it worth your while. It’s pretty nice to finally see your mouth not running like usual though, could get used to this.” Embarrassment rose at his words and you wished you had more self-control or willpower to put a stop it, to tell him you’re not just some sex object he can shut up and use whenever he pleased. You couldn’t tell him that because that’s precisely what you wanted.

With another sharp thrust of his fingers, he had you coming again, wrapped around his fingers as you held on tight to his shirt and cried against his neck. He let out a shuddered breath against the shell of your ear and finally pulled his fingers out of you. You couldn’t look up, mind still reeling as you tried to catch your breath with your face buried against him. You heard his mouth working by your ear and you instantly knew that he was tasting you on his fingers, the thought of him doing it made you keen against him. You whined into his ear and grinded down, his name a small whimper on your lips before Kihyun’s hands flew to your waist to keep you pressed down against him.

His hips stuttered against you, small but powerful thrusts as he kept you pressed taut against him. You registered his movements and sounds, realizing that he was coming in his pants just as you did just prior. Pride gleamed on your face as you pulled back to see his expression, obviously fucked out from coming the way he did. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, not caring that you were staring at him in both awe and satisfaction.

His skin was glowing from what you’d assume was the sex, you wondered if you ever looked that good after a round or two of sex. Kihyun just smiled, his eyes still closed while his hands softly ran circles in the junction of your hips, a small sliver of skin exposed between your top and pants. You decided to play a risky game, as if you weren’t already, and leaned forward to give him a chaste peck to the lips. Pulling back immediately, you were met with wide eyes, Kihyun’s cute dumbfounded face looking like a small hamster’s. You giggled at your genius comparison and stored away the name for later insults.

The sound of the bathroom door clicking open had you flying off Kihyun’s lap, both you and him speedily trying to make yourselves presentable and not like you had hypothetical sex right there on the couch. You tapped Kihyun on the shoulder to silently ask if you looked decent, his response a simple thumbs up and gesturing to himself to ask the same question to you. While he did looked fucked out and gorgeous, you figured Changkyun would brush past it, already admitting how pretty Kihyun effortlessly was. But at you brought your gaze lower, you were met with a dark spot on his jeans and your eyes widened at the sight. You tossed him a pillow and he hastily covered himself, just in time as Changkyun came out with a towel slung around his hips.

“Hey, I’m just gonna get dressed and then we can go, okay?” Kihyun smiled and nodded, trying to look as casual as one could be with come sticking inside his underwear. “You guys were okay while I was gone? I didn’t hear much.”

You and Kihyun exchanged glances, knowing full and well just how loud you two had really been but it was a dirty little secret for you to keep so you simply shrugged.

“It was probably hard to hear over your terrible singing. Which by the way dude, we’re gonna get complaints from the neighbors.” Changkyun flicked you off again and claimed he was ‘the best singer’ despite how true it was that you’ve gotten complaints about some shrill sounding animal dying inside your apartment just a few too many times.

After Changkyun returned to his bedroom, you let out a laugh. Mostly out of relief, due to your very incriminating situation. Kihyun let out a few small laughs himself, the kinds that make you stop and stare. It made you want more than this, than just rough fucks in wrong places. But you knew better than that and you stopped them quickly, getting up to shaky legs. Kihyun watched as you took small steps, your legs clearly an unreliable source as they betrayed your wish to walk.

“Nice moves Y/N, is that a new fad?”

You threw the nearest pillow at him as you passed the couch, “Actually it is asshole, haven’t you ever heard of Ariana Grande’s ‘Side to Side’?”

“Yeah but that’s from actual fucking, you’re just weak in the knees because how good my fingers are.”

“Listen here jackass, I’m getting up to help you. Try not to regret being so rude to me.” You retorted as you reached the coat rack by your front door, where Kihyun hung his coat when you all arrived. Luckily it was a long trench coat, not to heavy so he wouldn’t be sweating bullets later on but just enough to close up over the front of his pants until he could get a chance to change. You tossed it at him, landing it square over his head and you watched in amusement as he freaked out, arms flailing at the foreign object attacking him. After a miniature struggle with his own jacket, he finally was able to fight it off his head and glare at you before letting out a small grumble that suspiciously sounded like thank you.

It’d pass for now. Next you’d make him make it up to you.

If there was a next time, that is.

Changkyun came out of his room and beckoned Kihyun to follow him, waving goodbye to you and telling you what he wanted for dinner tonight. You returned to your usual witty banter with your best friend and watched as he left with Kihyun. Not before Kihyun could give you a wink before closing the door behind him, telling you to lock up.

God you hated him and you especially hated what he did to your body. No matter how amazing it felt.

[demoisellebeauty]

It seems I have been tagged by my partner in crime @princebete to write a shitty explanation of my character so AWAAAY WE GO

Hello, my name is Belle which means “beauty” and damn did my parents have good foresight because I’m a banging piece of ass. Or well when I say parents I mean my dad since my mom was brutally murdered by the company that made this movie for the sole reason that she is my mom and I’m not allowed to have a mom except to have her memories make my dad angsty and shit because if there’s one thing that really needed explanation it was the reason that I’m living in a village? Not really a question I had as I’m more interested in wondering why I can’t have a mom but what are you gonna do?

Anyways this village is pretty much the French equivalent of Hicksville, probably including the incest for all I know. Like we’re talking ultra conservative “women who wear their hair down are going to the Devil” type people. So obvs they don’t like the fact that I’m literate even tho let’s be real they’re probably also jelly of my mad skills at simultaneous reading and walking without bumping into shit. I got that fucking mastered and I’d like to see you try it and look as fly as I do. And I really just wanna get the fuck outta here but because I have a dad who’s dangerously close to blowing up himself and our house at any given moment I don’t have a lot of choice. Also we’re poor and if you’re poor you’re kinda fucked if you’re not spending every waking moment working your ass off.

It doesn’t help that there’s this fuckboi named Gaston who doesn’t know the meaning of “you ain’t getting NONE of this.” Damn jerk always throwing my books in the mud, do you know how expensive books are in this time period? Ass. And then he talks some shit about how women shouldn’t be reading and thinking and I’m like... ew. Like Gaston’s pretty hot but if his looks are a 9 out of 10 his personality is a 0. And I’m a pretty modern girl for my time, right? Like I’m all about women’s rights so it REALLY fucking sucks to be stuck in a time period where all they want you to do is get married and pop out babies until you die of the plague.

So I’m pretty damn happy that Dad’s finally got his amazing if probably lethal judging from how it can either chop you into pieces or give you a concussion invention and he goes off to a convenient fair so that we can get rich and get the fuck out of this place leaving me by myself which, really? You couldn’t take me with just this once? I know we got a farm to take care of and all but you remember fuckboi Gaston? BARGES THE FUCK INTO MY HOUSE AND PROPOSES TO ME, AFTER GETTING MUD ON ANOTHER ONE OF MY BOOKS. Did I mention he already had the wedding set up because he didn’t think there was any way I would say no? What a douche. NOT TO MENTION THAT I DON’T KNOW HOW HE HASN’T PICKED UP ON THE FACT THAT GETTING MUD ON MY BOOKS DOES NOT TURN ME ON.

After very literally dumping fuckboi in the dirt Philippe just HAS to interrupt my wistful longings for a better life to let me know that Dad somehow managed to fuck up a simple trip to the fair meaning that I have go and find him.

Naturally, my Dad just HAD to turn out to be in a spooky haunted castle straight out every gothic novel ever ruled by a giant ass talking and rly extra dramatic buffalo-lion thing that’s fugly as hell. I don’t know at the time whether he’s actually a giant animal or just a furry but both options are not ideal. I end up promising fugly buffalo-lion guy that I’ll stay in exchange for dad’s freedom and he agrees only for the asshat to drag my dad out without even letting me get to say goodbye smh. But I barely have time to think about that before it turns out that to make the castle even creepier, a shitton of the furniture is alive and walking and talking and it’s horrifying in a “I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream” kind of way. It’s really messed up when you try to think about what that must be like. But that said, dancing plates makesfor great dinner theatre, Toby’s should hire these guys.

Once I’m done with dinner I sneak out into the West Wing. Yeah, buffalo-lion guy said not to but I DO WHAT I WANT OK. And I mean yeesh if he’d wanted me to stay out of his room, maybe he should have told me that it was his room instead of forbidding it. Guy was asking for someone to come a-knocking. But damn, his room is more trashed than the aftermath of the worst frat boy party you’ve ever seen but hey, at least there’s a portrait of some random but hella fine dude but oh wait, there’s a pretty glowing floating rose that’s pretty obviously magic so I do what any reasonable person would do and try to touch said shiny floaty flower.

Of course I nearly shit myself when buffalo guy just comes in out of nowhere and starts screaming at me for invading his man cave (beast cave?) and tells me to gtfo I’m like “I can do that. I’m noping out, that’s it. im out bitches” Except maybe it wasn’t a brilliant idea to ride a horse out into a blizzard and thick woods filled with starving wolves. Thankfully buffalo guy saves me before dramatically collapsing and making me having to drag his ass back to his castle. Do you have any idea how much that guy weighs? It’s a good thing I work out cause I was this close to giving up. Its around then that I start to realize Buffalo guys (who’s name I never catch for whatever reason) might look scary but he’s actually just a large hairy man child and once he gets his shit together he’s not that bad a guy I guess.

Course it doesn’t hurt that he gave me a whole library. definitely turns me on more than dropping my book into mud. Not that buffalo guy turns me on but like he’s nice, you know, actually kind of sweet but im not thinking about him that way ya nasties. except ok maybe a little cause like we had this dance and everything and it got really sensual and idk what would’ve happened if I hadn’t cockblocked us by wondering about dad. Which, turns out buffalo guy (how do I still not know his name?) has a magic mirror that shows you shit (and I really hope he hasn’t been using it to look at me at certain times in the evening cause usually around then im either singing off key in the shower or masturbating over weird kinky beast sex).

dad’s in trouble fucking AGAIN cause the poor guy can’t go ten minutes without me around to bail out his ass and Buffalo guy lets me know and its really nice but I friendzone him for the moment and out to find dad and take him to the village instead of the castle where we might find better medical care and comfortable conditions for him. not one of my greatest ideas I admit. Things still would’ve been if only GASTON MCFUCKBOI hadn’t come to fuck everything up by trying to extort me into marrying him by throwing my dad into the insane asylum, which yes, he’s a little insane but like I’m into bestiality so... I can’t judge him. I try to wipe the smile off fuckboi’s face by proving buffalo guy exists only... now fuckboi wants to kill buffalo guy so I kinda fucked up . 

I eventually get back to the castle just in time to save buffalo guy only not really because GUESS WHO FUCKS ITS UP FOR EVERYONE? if you guessed fuckboi you’d be right cause he just goes full Shakespeare and stabs buffalo guy right before falling to his death, which sucks maybe but I’m more sad about buffalo guy (SERIOUSLY WHAT’S HIS NAME) dying before I could tell him that I was up for kinky beast sex but instead of that I just tell him I love him.

Then I swear it was like I had an acid trip or something because Buffalo guy suddenly starts floating and glowing and going through a magical girl transformation into the hella fine dude from that portrait in his room and- ooooooh I get it he was cursed it was super obvious, you’d think a smart girl like me would’ve caught on to something like that but I guess not. 

But the good news is that buffalo guy is human so I don’t have to worry about being into bestiality and we kiss and there are actual literal fireworks which is awesome and there’s something about a spell or whatever idk but i’m more concerned with asking WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR REAL NAME SO I CAN SCREAM IT IN BED.

But yeah we live happily ever after and all that jazz cause I’m a princess now and don’t have to do my own shit anymore. Moral of the story is find a hairy sugar daddy cause he’ll turn out to be secretly hot and not mind your weird kinks.

TAGGING: all the shitty muses