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acklesterritory · 4 years ago

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Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

And reblog so the others see this post too. Thanks

**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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anika-ann · 5 years ago

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No Apologies Needed - Pt.2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 1940

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, violence, mentions of death, mentions of non-consensual drug use

Summary: You kinda wished to have the worst hangover in your life; anything would be better than the reality you found yourself in. See, that’s what happens when you let handsome strangers kiss you!

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An unpleasant sensation of cold tickling your feet woke you up – or maybe it was the pounding headache, you weren’t sure. But you definitely wanted to bury yourself deeper in your covers and sleep for at least a week. You wanted to pull the covers over your head, but your limbs felt way too heavy to complete the task.

The memories of yesterday night were a bit hazier than you would like; you couldn’t even remember getting home, so maybe this was the universe punishing you for getting so royally drunk. You groaned and tried harder to muffle yourself and keep yourself warm; only to realize you indeed couldn’t move your hands. Or your legs for that matter.

In fact, you weren’t even lying. You were sitting upright, your back rather narrow against a flat hard surface and you had a cramp in your neck as your head had been hanging down.

Your eyes snapped the moment your heart started beating its way out of your chest, your breathing turning frantic. You weren’t hit by the sharp morning light peeking from under the curtains of your room and you were definitely not staring at your dark purple carpet. You were staring at a concrete floor, where your bare feet were resting, tied to legs of a chair you were sitting on.

Your mind turned blank, your blood roaring in your ears, only adding to the headache. The shiver running down your spine had nothing to do with the cold now.

You looked around the dimly illuminated room – messy and cold… a warehouse? Jesus. – only to find a guy sitting on a chair opposite to you staring right back. He was leant forward, his elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced. And he was grinning at you cockily.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

He slowly rose to his feet, making his way to you predatorily. You subconsciously backed against the chair, tugging at the cuffs restraining your wrists to your sides. His smile widened. You pulled harder, tears of fear filling your eyes.

Even with the terrible headache, with what could be a serious hangover, it was way too easy to figure out what was happening. It didn’t exactly take a genius; you were kidnapped. Or maybe you had gone willingly, because you had drunk your ass off with like four margaritas and your brain had totally switched off.

And now were going to get hurt.

But why?!

Why would someone take you? Why would anyone want you of all people? And if they didn’t care about you personally, why— why were you still alive? If they only wanted the cash you had, they could have taken it. If they wanted to-- you heart stopped as the idea hit you like a train, all of your focus on how your body felt, everywhere. They hadn’t--- they hadn’t touched you, right? You would feel that, they---

Shit. Fucking shit, this wasn’t happening. What if they… what if they wanted to sell you? You always read about the human trafficking rings, targeting women or kids, selling them the highest bidder. And then raping them again and again, torturing them until they wished they were dead.

Your chest tightened in horror, tears rolling down your cheeks. No matter the restraints, your body trembled in fear and desperation.

No, no, no, god, please, no-

“How’s the head, Sweetcheeks? Had a little too much to drink last night? Or more than just drinks?” he called out, stopping two feet from you, leaning forward so his face was right in front of yours.

His dark gaze was piercing yours, amused and so mean. You squeezed your eyes shut, more tears escaping them. You felt his hand on your chin, calloused fingers gripping it tightly. You sobbed, your body too overwhelmed to make an attempt to escape his touch.

Not that you would stand a chance. You were tied to a chair.

And apparently been drugged, your mind supplied helpfully.

“Aww, Babe, don’t cry. Do you want me to distract you? Have a little fun…?” his sleazy voice offered and you let out a whimper at the terrifying – and so, so disgusting – idea. Your stomach rolled over and you were sure you were gonna puke.

“Milles, stop playin’ with food,” another man admonished him, annoyed, and you jumped at the sound of the newcomer’s voice. The hand fell off of your face.

“Why? We’re gonna kill her anyway. I would take a picture, ya’ know. I bet it would piss him off even more.”

You sobbed again, your whole body aching and paralyzed at his words.

Have a little fun. Playing with food. Kill her anyway. Your brain refused to understand those words, but at the same time, you were painfully aware of their meaning.

You were gonna die.

You yanked against the cuffs with all your strength, but they didn’t move an inch. You did it again, feeling the rope cutting through your skin mercilessly, but the burn was almost pleasant, because it meant you were doing something, instead of sitting here and waiting for them to kill you. Cold sweat was running down your back, but you ignored it, tugging as much as you could until you couldn’t find the strength to move anymore, your muscles aching and feeling like belonging to someone else.

You stopped with a frustrated huff, snapping your eyes open, finding the two men staring at you with raised eyebrows. The new guy actually looked a bit familiar, but it was probably just your terrified brain imagining things.

“Really, Babe? Aren’t ya’ a stubborn one?” Milles questioned wryly, exchanging a look with his friend.

Your vision was blurry as your gaze flickered between them desperately. You still had your life in front of you. Practically your whole life, for god’s sake, you just got your degree. You wanted to live your life. And you were not above begging to achieve that.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me. Just let me go, please-“

“Jesus, shut up. My ears ain’t built for that,” the other guy complained, pacing to you with his hand stretched out for a strike.

You immediately fell silent and he cocked his head to side.

“Huh. That’s better. Go check what’s taking Turner so fuckin’ long. I watch her for a bit.”

You breathed in shakily as Milles rolled his eyes and left via the very same door this man had probably come in.

Like a masochist, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the hitman who was in charge of you now. You had no idea why; maybe it was the strange familiarity.

“So. Tell me. Who are you, Girlie? Why you?”

You looked at him as if he was crazy, the absurdity of the question making you let out a helpless laugh.

Why me? Why don’t you tell me?

“Why me what?” you whispered breathlessly.

“Why did you catch his eye? What so special ‘bout you?”

“Whose eye?”

His eyebrows shot up as you were watching him with a mixture of confusion, disbelief and fear. He examined your face closely, until a surprised bark of laughter escaped him.

“You have no idea, do you?” he asked incredulously, laughing again. “That’s rich. I thought you were just pretendin’, but you really have no friggin’ idea. Well, fuck me. You have no clue who he was.”

Your breath hitched as your mind cleared out, the realization hitting you like a truck.

Oh god. Oh god, he was talking about the guy from the bar. The handsome one. What was his— Steve. This man – and you finally realized why you had the feeling of knowing him, he was the bartender, hell, maybe even the person who had somehow slipped you the drug – was talking about Steve. If that was his name anyway.

You truly had got yourself into a mess because of him, hadn’t you? A kiss. One goddamn kiss with a stranger, who might and might not have been a spy or whatever, and you were tied to a fucking chair in a fucking warehouse, your feet freezing despite the middle of May strolling, and with a death and rape threat hanging above your head like a sword of Damocles.

This man’s ‘fuck me’ suddenly felt like an appropriate reaction. Your mind was racing.

“I… I don’t. Please, I swear I don’t know what’s going on and if you let me go, I won’t tell-“

A sharp burn at your cheek shut you up, your words dying in your throat as you cried out.

“Told ya’ not to do that, Girlie. You’re dead either way, ‘cause we won’t need you anymore. You see, that door will soon be wired to a bomb our guy’s still workin’ on and whoever will come through will blow up, his insides paintin’ these shitty walls in pretty red. Not even he can be C4-proof.”

Your brain and stomach politely ignored the mental image the ‘bartender’ just gave you.

Who the hell was he? Who the hell you had met yesterday? Why was he so important? What was this? Some senseless gang war? No, Steve – or whoever he was – couldn’t be a gangster, he must have been military, but-- what the fuck was this about?

And why on Earth it had to be you who got caught up in it?

Your lips trembled just like the rest of your body as the said door flew open and four men, all dressed in black or dark blue, came through carrying guns.

White male, 5 feat 9 tall, dark hair, athletic built… the words, painfully clear, replayed in your head as you saw a man matching the description. Another three came in and you had another winner. You felt a sadistic delight at that, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

Not that it mattered, because you were gonna die. Well, at least you would leave one less unfinished business behind if you knew what was going on here. The thought was nauseating.

The man entering as last stopped at the door, laying down what he was carrying. Your heart jumped into your throat. A bomb. He was planting a bomb.

Jesus fucking Christ, this wasn’t happening.

“He answered?” your interrogator asked casually as he turned to the other thugs.

One of them rolled his eyes. “Tried to call us. Then it was just a fuckin’ spray of texts like ‘don’t hurt her’, ‘what do you want’, shit like that.”

Had they… had they tried to blackmail the Steve guy? What the hell?

Oh. Oh. He probably wouldn’t come unless he had a reason. Right. You fought the silly warmth around your heart when you realized he would come and that he made some sort of a plea against them hurting you. Then again, he would be rushing towards the jaws of death, which… which sucked, yeah.

Fuck.

“Aww, look at that, he cares about her. Did you know she had no clue who he was? She doesn’t even know who made out with her. Too bad she won’t get another chance to tweet about that or somethin’.”

You didn’t even try to understand now. You were just too exhausted to do so.

With so many men around, there was no way you were getting out. Not even if you freed yourself from the cuffs, even if your legs weren’t freezing and feeling as heavy as they were.

You were gonna die. And you were about to take the polite handsome stranger with you, whether you liked it or not. You sent a silent prayer and an apology to those who knew him and cared for him. And to those who cared for you as well.

And you cried.

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iicewitch · 4 years ago

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☀️ cult of dionysus

a playlist for my friend caz link to playlist: here tracklist and favorite lyrics below

1. only as good as my god - everything everything And on the steps of my church There, I'm chasing down a red girl with my hooves upon a- Ooh - Wild Ooh - Child If they crawl out of the mud Wash them away in a flood I'm only as good as my god Burnt hair and more money 2. disciples - captain murphy Don't you want devoted followers? Who leave their families for you Give their money to you Give their bodies to you Give up their lives for you Consider you God, and will kill for you Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open You can fill that void, here is how 3. dionysus - bts Just get drunk like Dionysus Drink in one hand, Thyrsus on the other Art splashing inside this clear crystal cup Art is alcohol too, if you can drink it, you'll get drunk fool I'm now in front of the door to the world The cheers I hear when I get up on stage Can’t you see my stacked broken thyrsus At last I’m reborn 4. good hand - turbowolf And I say No pain, no gain That's the mantra I'm repeating No sun, no rain That's the mantra I'm repeating No pain, no gain, no sun, no No pain, no gain, no sun, no rain 5. addicted to love - robert palmer Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine 6. cult of dionysus - the orion experience Or start a secret society for the wild and free Our ideology is "You can do what you want Too much is never enough" We are the Life, we are the light We are the envy of the Gods above 7. hitting on all sevens - lyndon smith Make of me a subject caste Pressed and kept beneath thy glass Every heart thy sent in heaven Always hitting on all sevens One by one as ordered Flank to flank and facing forward Hanging by the word In chapter, verse and sentence heard 8. touch tone telephone - lemon demon Don't hang up yet, I'm not done I'm an expert, I'm the one The one who was right all along Better to be laughed at than wrong I'm an expert in my field UFOlogy, yes, it's all real Ancient aliens, it's all true I'm an expert just like you 9. sundial - lemon demon Don't mind me, I've just got some problems to work out I'm only passing through or maybe just right out Somehow something set my sundial backwards tilted and upside-down Now the shadow hand is pointing time right out of town I don't remember what it is that I just said to you I've got Anubis on my back and something in my shoe 10. mother’s talk - tears for fears It's not that you're not good enough It's just that we can make you better Given that you pay the price We can keep you young and tender Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre You were paid not to listen now your house is on fire 11. light up the night - the protomen There is a city that this darkness can't hide. There are the embers of a fire that's gone out, But I can still feel the heat on my skin. This mess we're in, well you and I, Maybe you and I, We can light up the night. 12. pure morning - placebo A friend in need's a friend indeed, A friend who'll tease is better, Our thoughts compressed, Which makes us blessed, And makes for stormy weather, 13. aspiring fires - mother mother Baby, so you think you know crazy I think you know what you know, But what you know you don't know for sure A little advice for aspiring fires You'll get put out if you don't get a little wild Try again, try again, it ain't right You don't got the due diligence to lose your mind You're not getting it right 14. oh ana - mother mother I'll play god I'll play god I'll play god I'll play god today Ante up and play that god a poker game Walk away with all our little God's spare change Playing this god it can't be good for— Ana's safety, Ana hear me ! 15. this devil’s workday - modest mouse So I ate the wedding cake 'til the whole damn thing was gone. And I'm gonna drown the ocean. Now ain't none o' that so wrong? I could buy myself a reason. I could sell myself a job. I could hang myself on treason. Oh I am my own damn god. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha 16. kiss me son of god - they might be giants I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" 17. personal jesus - depeche mode Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver 18. charlie’s inferno - that handsome devil Catch you later, I'm off to see the man upstairs They all look like ants from here Stars and crystal chandeliers Excuse me, sir! There must be someone you've confused me for If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform I go to church on sunday, truly, usually more! Screaming at the angels while they pushed him through the door! 19. old 45s - chromeo Don't wanna settle Or didn't you get the memo You only get a date if you're walking in stilettos This is enough to drive you mad If you think romance is dead and gone Find an old jukebox full of 45's Pop a nickel in it and it all comes back 20. down at the midnight rectory - ted neeley Down, down, down at the midnight rectory! With jiggle juice frisking under the marquee! The peacocks are strutting behind velvet ropes, Sipping away on their heavenly dope. Gimme two alleluia's and an amen! 21. elevate - dj khalil Can't stop me, can't break me (can't break) What don't kill me, gon' make me (gon' make) Shoot for the stars, no safety (no safety) And now I see clear in HD 'Cause I win, over and over again Battlin' evil, I'm hopin' to win Fightin' my demons, I'm nice for a reason Enticed with the bleedin', I'm showin' my sins 22. come along - cosmo sheldrake We'll dance and sing 'til sundown And feast with abandon We'll sleep when the morning comes And we'll rise by the sound of the birdsongs We'll be here when the world slows down And the sunbeams fade away Keeping time by a pendulum As the fabric starts to fray 23. just one yesterday - fall out boy I thought of angels Choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water See how dirty I can get them Pulling out their fragile teeth And clip their tiny wings If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday 24. church - fall out boy And if death is the last appointment Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom If you were church, yeah I'd get on my knees Confess my love, I'd know where to be My sanctuary, you're holy to me 25. beast dance - kurage p Cast aside your humanity, before you have to grovel on the ground, being at the bottom of society. You want to be loved? In that case, come on. ”Roar roar roar roar roar roar” Inside the cage, ‘kay? 26. black and white - MASA Pour the gospel echoing through the world into your glass. Black&White! Practice your faith through shots and prayers. Open the bottle. Black&White! 27. sister’s mercy - hitoshizuku-p Jesus!! Pray and pray Believer, if you demand for salvation Oh Yeah!! Then pay up more and more for this Bright Red, now! Cheers!! Pour and pour When you’ve filled your stomach with this bright Red, Aa! All your wishes will come true 28. inferno pt. 2 - the buttress The depth of my breadth is unmet I'm becoming unraveled on the road less traveled I know Jesus wept But I abhor the Lord Fell on my sword Forever slept 29. let’s just live - casey lee williams Let's just live Just one day Let's forget about our problems Let's fall in love with life And just be free The sun will never fade The night won't steal our day Let's dance and laugh and love And let's just live 30. ignite - casey lee williams Fool, you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire You're goin' to regret this little fight You don't wanna mess with me, I'm something higher You'll watch yourself suffer You'll watch me ignite 31. god’s gonna cut you down - johnny cash Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's down in the dark will be brought to the light 32. royals - lorde Let me be your ruler (Ruler) You can call me queen bee And baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule) Let me live that fantasy 33. you should see me in a crown - billie eilish Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, one One by one by You should see me in a crown 34. rev 22:20 - puscifer Pray til I go blind (Pray) Pray cause no one ever survives Prayin' to stay in her arms just to die longer Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens and lies 35. this must be the place - talking heads Home, is where I want to be But I guess I'm already there I come home, she lifted up her wings I guess that this must be the place I'm just an animal looking for a home and Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead 36. razzle dazzle - richard gere Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle Dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bead and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes? 37. you’ll be back - jonathan groff You say our love is draining and you can't go on You'll be the one complaining when I am gone And no, don't change the subject 'Cause you're my favorite subject My sweet, submissive subject My loyal, royal subject Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever 38. no light, no light - florence and the machine No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can't choose what stays and what fades away 'Cause it's so easy, To say it to a crowd But it's so hard, my love, To say it to you out loud 39. shiny happy people - r.e.m Meet me in the crowd, people, people Throw your love around, love me, love me Take it into town, happy, happy Put it in the ground where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people holding hands Shiny happy people laughing 40. a good song never dies - saint motel There was a moment, a hole opened in the sky A chance to join that pantheon For all the times they never heard your battle cry Now be an angel, sing along 'Cause a good song never dies It just reminds you of where you were The first time it made you cry The first time you felt alive 41. king of the clouds - panic at the disco Some only live to die, I'm alive to fly higher Than angels in outfields inside of my mind I'm ascendin' these ladders, I'm climbin', say goodbye This old world, this old world I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the sun I don't feel anything At all 42. battle for the sun - placebo I, I, I will battle for the sun, sun, sun, sun And I, I, I, I am the bones you couldn't break Break, break, break, break, break, break, break 43. walk like an egyptian - the bangles All the school kids so sick of books They like the punk and the metal band When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh) They're walking like an Egyptian All the school kids so sick of books They like the punk and the metal band When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh) They're walking like an Egyptian 44. credens justitiam - yuriko kaida and eri itoh Free, they are With no malice they sing quietly And they told me that my song was louder/lighter Their song Releases the day of all malice I want to be like them And my mind (their minds are) Free 45. 99.9 - mob choir The protagonist of this stage is me Cryin' my life, cryin' my psyche Cryin' my heart in such commonplaces Is this my ideal? Is this my mind? Ahh, I’m looking for the answer ! 46. cruel angels thesis - yoko takahasi But someday you will notice On those shoulders of yours There are strong wings To guide you to the far future. If there is any meaning In the fate that pulled us together, Then I am, yes, the Bible That teaches you of freedom. A cruel angel's thesis And then sorrow comes forth 47. peace and love on the planet earth - zach callison I guess we're already here I guess we already know We've all got something to fear We've all got nowhere to go I think you're all insane! But I guess I am too Is there anything that's worth more? Is there anything that's worth more? Is there anything that's worth more Than peace and love on the planet Earth? 48. now we can see - the thermals We were born in the desert We were reared in a cave We conquered in the sun but we lived in the shade We were born on an island we grew out of the sand Never saw another creature never knew another man 49. love today - mika I said Everybody's gonna love today Gonna love today, gonna love today I said Everybody's gonna love today Gonna love today Anyway you want to, anyway you've got to Love, love me, love, love me, love, love 50. where is my mind? - the pixies With your feet on the air and your head on the ground Try this trick and spin it, yeah Your head will collapse If there's nothing in it And you'll ask yourself .. Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

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miserylovescompanyfanfic · 5 years ago

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MLC Ch: 2

A standard day for Emilia Wine involved with getting up at 7:30 am during the weekdays, throwing on her leggings and slipping a bra on under her t-shirt, yawning as she made a smoothie and squinted against the bright light and white kitchen décor. It usually involved a thought along the lines of “I really need to redecorate,” sipping a bit of the smoothie as she stretched listening to the news, before slipping on her tennis shoes and grabbing her phone with some earbuds, finally jogging out the door.

Emilia’s first thing in the morning jog was usually the worst part of her day, mainly just because of how early she forced herself to get up. Though it was only an hour and she ran a few miles all together from her apartment down the few blocks to the main park in the center of the city, around that track a few times, then down to the coffee shop that she worked at in the afternoons, and back home-- it was still about 9 miles a day give or take.

It wasn’t a fun experience, especially since she never really enjoyed running in the first place-- though all the years she spent chasing after Sonic toned her for the endeavor, also it was a decent way to stay in shape and up her endurance.

Though, she was doing a bit more these days to stay in shape as well, running was just the easiest to accomplish with her busy schedule.

Today was only slightly different though compared to the rest of her days. The coffee shop was a little busier than normal, but that wasn’t too much of a unique thing. No, it was as Amy was leaving, waving her goodbyes to the sweet Badger girl named Sticks who always worked the early morning shift that while she was pushing the door open she accidentally ran into another body.

See, even though Emilia didn’t look like she had a lot of muscle-- she was still very strong. She ran nearly full force into the other person, heard a grunt and slam from their side of the glass door.

They were a hedgehog like herself, but he had unique coloring (like she did too but that isn’t important); he held his head where she assumed she smacked him in the face with it, and also noticed the coffee cup in his hand.

Her eyes widened as an apology was on her lips, but the sharp look he gave her had her pause. His eyes were a sharp, vivid red, brighter than anything she had ever seen… set against his coal black fur they glowed like embers.

His mouth opened to say or yell or shout or curse or something but she beat him to it. “I’ll pay for your dry cleaning!”

She closed the door behind her as they moved farther from the entrance, he huffed and looked at the blue button down shirt he had. Emilia looked him over, noticing a little swelling developing on his temple but nothing else.

“Here, look at me.” She held her finger up at him and slowly moved it in front of his face. His eyebrows pinched as he looked at her finger than at her.

“What the hell are you doing?” He demanded, his voice deep with a slight baritone to it. Emilia placed a hand on her hip and blew her bangs out of her face.

“Checking to make sure you don’t have a concussion. Now, watch my finger.” He was taken aback, eyes widened as he started following her finger. “I’ve got painkillers with me if you need them.” He shook his head after a moment and looked down at his phone.

“Gah, I don’t have time for this. Don’t bother.” He threw away the rest of his coffee in the garbage outside the café, casting one last glance at her. “Don’t worry about the shirt.”

He moved past her, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he was striding down the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry!” She called to him, his ear twitched so she knew he heard her. Emilia placed her hands on her hips for a moment before putting her earbuds back in, checking the time along with picking a new song, and getting back to the day ahead of her.

It was a big city after all, what are the chances she would run into him again, anyways?

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She made it back to her apartment at nearly 9:00, which is a little too late for her comfort but there wasn’t much she could do about the situation. Instead she hoped in the shower for a quick wash, downed the rest of her smoothie from earlier with some toast to accommodate it, and then went to revising one of her papers that was due at 2:59 pm at the end of class that day.

Emilia Wine was a senior in college in her last year of a bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering and Computer Sciences; the subject of which she found utterly fascinating and had tried to decide whether or not she was going to follow her studies further.

Though, at the moment, she was happy.

Yes, when she was still known as Amy Rose she threw herself into her studies immediately, immensely, and got one of the highest grades-- much to Tails delight (seeing as he already finished all of his schooling by the time he was 12, but… whatever.) Getting to be Emilia Wine wasn’t just an overnight decision, though. It took months of planning, and a lot of strings to be pulled by government officials, even the Royal Family themselves had to be involved in the process to allow Amy to change her name and move away.

But it was done, in the city of Empire Amy Rose was officially, and legally, Emilia Wine.

Who was a top student at ECU in her program, which she was very proud to report back to her friends at home.

Though, there were plenty of friends she made here, like…

“Emiliaaaaaa,” there was a singing voice as it bounded down the tiled hallways. Little heels clipping along the hallway as Emilia turned around to watch with a small smile as her best friend came up to her.

“Hey Cream,” Cream the Rabbit wasn’t quite as tall as Emilia was now, though they were about the same age (Emilia was just only slightly older) even with her heels on. Cream and her had been friends since the beginning of school when they were put together as roommates in their first year together.

“You Bitch!” She yelled at Emilia after catching her breath for a moment. Her orange sweater was bunched around her waist where a pastel blue skirt was ruffled from her “run”. “You said you were going to wait!” Cream mock hit Emilia, pouting the entire time.

Emilia laughed, grabbing Cream’s hand as she pulled the other girl outside. “Cream you’re gonna get us kicked out if you keep yelling Bitch at me.”

“Well then stop being one!”

Emilia tapped her cheek for a moment, giving a sly smile to Cream as she patted the other girls head. “Then I wouldn’t be me, would I?”

“That’s the point.” Cream pouted, crossing her arms as the two walked towards the library.

“But then you wouldn’t love me.” Emilia batted her eyelashes at Cream, who scoffed and rolled her honey yellow eyes.

“Sounds like your loss.” Cream put her nose in the air, stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pockets.

Emilia lurked behind Cream at that point, giving a sickly sweet smile from over the girls shoulder.

“But what if… I make you cookies?”

“Mmmm…” Cream looked at Emilia for a moment, before shaking her head. “Sorry, you gotta try a bit harder.”

“I’m not a “try hard” like you are,” Emilia flipped her quills over her shoulder, now significantly longer and pulled into a high ponytail to keep them manageable.

Cream gasped at her, throwing her book bag at Emilia.

“Emi!” Emilia laughed as she ran, Cream grabbing her bag from the ground and running after the peach hedgehog. “You whore!”

“Stop talking about yourself like that.” Emilia called over her shoulder, ducking from the bag Cream threw at her again.

Emilia finally made it into the library, flashing a guilty smile to the librarian at the front desk as she skipped the elevator and ran up the spiral staircase, going rather quickly as she made it to the third floor by the time that Cream got to the entryway.

Emilia could tell because of the clicking of Cream’s heels on the flooring.

Emilia stifled a laugh, holding her hand over her mouth as she moved deeper into the bookshelves towards a slightly darker part of the library. She turned around, walking backwards among the shelves as she watched with excitement for Cream.

Hands suddenly touched her arms, and made Emilia squeal. She turned around quickly, ready to see Cream there but-- there was empty air.

Emilia could still feel the hands on her arms though, and the grip slowly loosened. There was stillness for a moment before the world in front of her moved. Purple manifested where there was open air just a moment before.

“Sorry,” a voice said, a calming rumble like thunder. “You were backing up so quickly and then I realized that you probably didn’t see me.” A chameleon stood in front of her rather suddenly, and Emilia blinked in surprise.

“Oh, I should’ve been paying more attention. I’m sorry for almost running you over.” Emilia shifted her bag over her shoulder to sit more comfortably.

“Why were you running anyways?” he asked her, and she felt rather embarrassed to say she was playing an impromptu game with her friend.

“I, umm…” she rubbed her arm then. “Well, it’s going to sound kind of silly, but I’m hiding from my friend.”

The chameleon smiled then, nodding. “As long as you’re not in trouble.” There was silence for a moment.

“I’m Espio by the way, I’m a student teacher here for the time being.” He held his hand out to her. Emilia smiled easily and took it in her own to shake.

“Emilia, I’m finishing up my last year for my bachelor’s degree. I’ve gotta say you don’t look like a student teacher.”

Espio gave a light hearted chuckle at that. “Yeah, I’m not much older than the majority of students here. I just finished most of my schooling early.”

“Ah, one of my best friends is like that.” Emilia nodded. Though the conversation didn’t go much farther than that when Cream barreled down the row of books and tackled Amy to the ground.

Thankfully Espio was faster than either of them, as he moved out of the way before Emilia and Cream flew by him and into the floor.

“I found you!” Cream hissed in triumph, sitting on top of her friend with arms crossed. Espio looked between the two of them before hiding his laughter behind his hand.

“It was great to meet you Emilia.” Espio said eventually, Emilia gave him a weak thumbs up from the ground. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he wandered down the rows of books before turning invisible again.

“Who was that?” Cream asked once she decided to let Emilia up. Emilia brushed herself off and shouldered her bag.

“His name is Espio, apparently he’s a student teacher here.”

“Weird, who for?” Emilia shrugged. Cream tapped her chin.

“Well, I haven’t seen him before.”

Emilia gave a sly smile to Cream once again.

“I’m surprised actually, with how many people you’ve slept with around campus you know everyone by proxy.”

Cream hit Emilia on the arm with an encyclopedia from the book shelves. Emilia laughed and then softly cried out “Owww I have to use this arm tonight.”

Cream’s cheeks were blazing red. “At least I’m classy enough to not try to seduce my teachers.” She sniffed.

Emilia blushed crimson.

“It was a completely accidental and giant misunderstanding!”

#misery loves company #misery loves company fanfic #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #sth #sonic au #shadamy #fanfiction #fanfic #cream the rabbit #espio the chameleon

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Powerless Part 2 (Branjie) -athena2

A/N: Here’s part 2! Thank you to everyone read Part 1!

Vanessa settles onto her couch with a bowl of chips so large it almost takes her super-strength to hold it.

Please let things be quiet tonight. Please let things be quiet tonight. She repeats her mantra as Netflix queues up. She needs a night off, her entire body aching from last night’s drug-ring takedown. Unfortunately, super-healing didn’t come with the whole firebug package.

Netflix just flashes onto the homescreen when her bracelet beeps. Silk insisted they were better than phones, and untraceable to boot. “For fuck’s sake!” Vanessa growls. “Can’t these people keep it together for one night?!”

She reluctantly receives the call. If only she could harness that untraceability. Sometimes she wishes she could just disappear and never be found.

“We got trouble, Vanjie,” Silk’s voice booms.

Vanjie now, she tells herself, flicking off the TV and almost shedding a tear as she puts her chips down. No more Vanessa tonight.

“Of course we do. And I just wanted to eat some damn chips,” she replies. She shoves the communication device in her ear and tugs on her crimson red bodysuit, giant V across the chest.

“Chips gon’ have to wait. It’s that Frost bitch. She’s at the science lab on 29th. You might want to hurry.”

“On it.” Vanjie ends the call, steps into her knee-high black boots, and fixes the black mask over her face, not that her identity is even worth hiding. She didn’t have anyone left that she cared about, that she needed to protect her identity for. And it’s not like her identity mattered. She could announce her full name on the news and no one would care. No one even knew she had survived the fire. Vanessa didn’t matter. Vanjie did. It was Vanjie people called for when they needed help, when they wanted someone to save them. Vanjie who they trusted to keep them safe and wipe out the bad guys.

Vanessa was nothing. Vanjie was the hero.

She’s on her motorcycle and down the street like a bat out of hell, reviewing what she knows about Frost, which, admittedly, isn’t much. Silk ticks off the points in her ear comm: ice powers, destroyed two science labs in the past month, sent three people to the hospital with hypothermia last week, associates unknown. Silk suspects she works for some secret organization, which could be helpful information, but the whole point of a secret organization is to be, well, secret, so they had no leads on that either.

She slams on the brakes in front of the lab, her match-stick short legs getting caught on the seat as she dismounts and sending her sprawling on her face. At least no one’s around to see her look so un-like a badass.

The front doors are shattered into a pool of twinkling glass and shiny ice crystals.

“She froze the security system,” Vanjie tells Silk. “No cops yet.”

Vanjie struts through the broken glass like it’s a runway, excitement coursing through her veins. No cops, and Frost is inside the building like a rat in a cage. Maybe this could be the night she finally nabs the bitch.

She tears down the hall so fast she runs right into the ice bitch, who towers over Vanjie even in her heeled boots. A chill spreads across Vanjie’s chest as Frost’s coldness seeps through the blonde’s royal blue spandex suit that wraps around her like a second skin. She’s got a nice body, Vanjie admits, admiring the green utility belt that cinches her waist. The obnoxiously bright neon green mask distracts from the soft green of her eyes, rising to a smooth, pale forehead and short blonde hair.

“‘Sup, Snow Queen?” Vanjie teases. “Whatcha’ been up to? Stealing? Killing for fun?”

She is met with silence as Frost shoves her to the ground. Frost’s hand unclenches, and Vanjie glimpses blood staining her fingers and smeared across her palm. What’s the bitch been up to?

Vanjie picks herself back up, grinning broadly. “You know, I gave up chips for this. You could at least play along to make it more fun.”

“Would you like me to call you Hephaestus?” Frost inquires, casually dodging Vanjie’s fist.

“Who the hell is Hep-hepatitis?” Confused, Frost’s next hit lands square in her chest and takes her breath away.

“The Greek god of fire and the forge.”

“Alright, you know what, blondie, just go back to being quiet,” she jabbers, finally landing a punch that sends Frost to the ground and should bruise, Vanjie thinks proudly.

Frost leaps to her feet, and there’s a certain grace to the way she moves. Even scraping herself off the floor, she’s almost…elegant, those long limbs flowing like they’re meant to do something else, something beautiful and exquisite. And then that long, graceful arm lobs an ice blast at Vanjie, and her legs are frozen to the floor while she curses and heats her hands to melt it. By the time she’s free, Frost is already out in the street.

“Don’t run away from me, Elsa!” she screeches the lame insult, a product of her frequent hours binging Disney movies in an effort to feel normal again.

She shoots a fireball at Frost, watching in awe as she twirls out of the way like a fucking ballerina, the awe turning to horror as the fire hits a streetlight instead, cleanly separating the heavy metal from its support base. The rest happens in slow motion. The severed light teeters and begins a descent to the sidewalk. There’s a kid standing in its path, because there’s always a kid where they shouldn’t be– Christ, didn’t people watch their kids anymore–frozen on the spot, and Vanjie runs but she knows she won’t make it. She sprints down the sidewalk, the light just feet away, closer, closer– she won’t make it–but it doesn’t matter because–

Vanjie rubs her eyes, checks that this is reality. Frost stands in front of the kid, holding the streetlight in her bare hands like it’s made of paper. She drops it effortlessly on the sidewalk and stares at it, both hands pressed tightly to her head, then vanishes into the night.

Vanjie doesn’t bother to chase after her, knowing she’ll be gone. She goes to check on the girl, who is young, maybe 15, with long black hair.

“She-she saved me,” the kid whispers incredulously.

“Go home, kid,” Vanjie mutters. She wishes she could take her own advice, but there’s more work to be done.

“Frost got away. I’m gonna search the lab before the cops get here,” she informs Silk over ear comm.

“Don’t be too long,” Silk cautions.

She searches the room Frost came out of, but nothing’s disturbed, except for a random mound of ice on the floor. She observes bits of bloody glass and a cork topper mixed in, but she has no idea what they used to be, what secrets they might hold. The cork, though. Maybe a vial? But why smash it on the floor and freeze it? Everything else seems intact, so Frost was either careful about what she did and took something unnoticeable, or she didn’t take anything.

But what about the ice on the floor? Why was her hand bleeding? Why come here for nothing?

“Bank robbery on 36th,” Silk buzzes loudly in her ear. One of these days Vanjie’s gonna rip that thing out and smash it under her boots.

She races to the bank and surrenders to the monotony, lets it become white noise. A punch here, a jab there, a kick here. She doesn’t think, doesn’t banter or taunt. She barely even registers the black-masked criminals as she kicks their asses. Every night the same. Every night stopping bad people, thinking she had done some good, only to go back out the next night and stop more bad people.

She never thought the superhero gig would be so exhausting.

It’s not until she’s home and in the shower that she allows herself to ask the real question. Why did Frost save that kid? It didn’t make sense. Frost hurt people. She destroyed buildings, and stole from people, and she had tried to kill Vanjie dozens of times in the past few months. So why had she saved a random kid?

The water drips down her bruised body, slowly washing Vanjie away and letting Vanessa come back. The grime and despair and misery cling to her stubbornly, lasting longer than the bruises do.

It’s hard to get Vanessa back these days.

She falls onto the couch, too tired to eat her chips, and calls Silk.

“You got any info on that lab? Maybe it’ll tell us why Frost was there.” Vanessa privately decides not to mention the broken glass, the bloody hand, or Frost saving the kid. They feel connected but she just can’t see how, missing however many pieces she needs to put the puzzle together. She wants to keep it to herself for now.

“Memstar Labs. Specializes in memory drugs. Been working on this new one named Memoriax. Supposed to restore memory loss. It’s really new. Like, no one even knows they’re working on it because it’s so new,” Silk rattles off. “But I got my ways of knowing,” she adds proudly.

“Got it. Let me know if you hear anything,” Vanessa signs off and rubs a hand over her face as she sighs.

So the science lab experimented with memory drugs. They had a brand new drug that no one could possibly know about, unless they have the kind of connections that Silk has. That Frost probably has. Could the drug have been the reason for Frost’s visit? Could she have taken something that would go unnoticed, like the drug formula?

Vanessa groans in frustration, shuffling off to her bedroom. New bruises bloom over her petite body and the numbness of sleep is all she has to look forward to. She falls into a deep sleep that is dotted with images of Frost elegantly moving through the darkness, and wakes up inexplicably sad that the dream is gone.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #angst #hurt/comfort #lesbian au #superhero au #powerless #athena2 #tw violence #tw blood #tw mild injury #concrit welcome #submission

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thatguythatcoulddraw · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Q&A!

Tagged by @primasveraas <3

Are you staying home from work/school?

Yee, the VA Governor closed all schools and recreational businesses for a hot few months, so my junior year is technically done. Online schooling til hopefully just August!

If you're staying home, who's staying with you?

I'm actually hosting one of my close friends, an exchange student from Serbia, for two weeks while her main host fam's under a strict quarantine themselves! Without her here I think I'd be mad by now, I love my parents to death but god, seeing the same ANYONE everyday for weeks on end would drive me crazy!! So while she's here I'm sane, but with the exchange programs constantly changing due to Covid-19, she could be sent home any day :(

Are you a homeboy?

Nope. Don't get me wrong, I love weekends at home and spending time relaxing alone, but I'm an extrovert and get cabin fever suuuper easily, so yeah I'm dying. Send help, please, just one movie night, I beg anyone 😭😭😭😭

Any events you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

Gosh, where to begin. The W&L University Singers and my dad (the conductor)'s home performances of Considering Matthew Shepherd, my SAT's, my AP tests, prom, the Equality Gala, my opportunity to sing for a local restaurant, voice lessons, a friend's soccer game I was gonna cheer him on at, my dance recital, my choir concert, the talent show, SO. MUCH. STUFF, LIFE GOT CANCELLED ALL IN ONE DAY AND YES I AM MOTHER FREAKING SALTY!!!!!!!!

Movies/Shows you've been watching?

New Movies!

What's Eating Gilbert Grape

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

Shrek (YES, IK, DONT @ ME XD)

Rewatched!

Knives Out

Jojo Rabbit

Frozen 2

The whole LOTR trilogy + our ultra nerdy 11+ hours of behind the scenes content Dad got cuz we all neeeeeeerdz

To Be Seen!

Parasite

Your Name

New Shows!

Schitt's Creek

Gravity Falls

Rewatched!

Sherlock

Star Wars the Clone Wars

To Be Seen!

Killing Eve (got to see ep 1, def want more!)

Music?

Lots of the same old stuff, happy Dodie songs, og Steven Universe, Six the musical and anything Broadway, anything that's upbeat and not such a downer in these downer times :)

Also lots of lofi, for studying :)))

Books?

New Reads: the Crazy Rich Asian series (1 million outta 10, its SO GOOD), Good Omens finally, Call Me By Your Name, and lots more on my ever growing reading list :)

Rereads: I want to read Red, White, and Royal Blue again, the Virals series (by Brandon and. ) which is legit my favorite book series and the greatest one out there fight me, Crier's War, and Resistance Reborn because I want to forget Rise of Skywalker happened.

My top TBRs: Bonds of Brass (GAY SCIFI/CYPERPUNK FINNPOE I LOVE IT) and The Savior's Champion fiiinally

(All of these lists also have so much AO3 fanfic on each of them but we can't get into that or we'll be here til the virus leaves)

What are you doing for self care?

Video calling friends, volunteering at my local food pantry, staying active online with internet friends while avoiding toxic or anxiety-inducing news. I've been baking a ton and trying lots of fun, weird drinks using coffee and matcha just cuz and I've found so many I'd die for. I've started working out more regularly, I drink far more water than I did during school, I pulled out sixth-grade-me's hidden MASSIVE BOX of Bath and Body Work's hand sanitizers and am slowly going thru those. Overall I'm trying not to loose myself or let myself go right now. It's hard, and my mental health is taking a lot of hits right now, but just finding one thing a day to do, no matter what it is, and doing that thing, makes me feel so, so much better. This whole thing is hard. The world is scary and downright weird right now, in a limbo between fragments of normalcy and emergency. I don't know what's gonna happen, no one does. The best we can do is keep our chins up in the face of it all, keep taking deep breaths when it gets too hard, and keep living another day, even when that seems like the worst thing you could do.

We'll all get through this, together. I know we will.

Humanity is kinda batshit crazy. Our collective single braincell by some diety survived this long.

We can survive now too.

I'm not tagging anyone bc I legit know no mutuals here who'd do this who haven't already, so hey @scifigrl47 I love your work and you are my inspiration so uh... if you wanna, try this?

Mmkk that's enough rambling today, wash ya hands and stay safe out there, mates :)

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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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The Truth Between Us | 03

[!!] Co-written with @gukyi

⇒ Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 [Finale] || epilogue

⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there

⇒ word count: 15.6k

⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama

⇒ warnings: uhh...teeth-rooting fluff and a ‘little’ stabbing angst. very little.

⇒ a/n: part three woo-hoo!! As usual, please hit @gukyi up and shower her with that praise. the first portion of this chapter is honestly all on her and i bow down to her as the master of that au. anyways, please enjoy this chapter!! it gets a lot more intense from here on out!!!

Color fades in and out, vivid hues and vibrant shades sucked away like a vacuum, reverting a children’s coloring book into its previous unmarred state. And in the instant that a blinding brightness sears into the back of your eyeballs, the world slams into you once more.

『The universe has formed.』

Matter weaves together, buildings and forests created, growing underneath the white sky that ripples to a baby blue. Pigments and stains rush to fill objects, assembling right in front of your irises. But as castle walls and towers begin to surround your body, you know there’s something different in this place.

The tingling in your fingertips tells you so.

“Wake up, Y/N.” Someone’s shaking you and immediately, you jolt awake, eyes opening towards an intricate canopy and long hair prickling at your nose. “You’re going to be late for breakfast.”

Your friend giggles, moving away to sit at the vanity mirror and you slowly rise from the comfortable bed, hair in a disarray and eyes weary. “What the—” But you’ve been through this enough times and you clear your throat, scanning the premise. “Where are we?”

It’s a circular room that’s relatively spacious. Ten beds follow the round walls, each of them obviously belonging to a specific person with the way it's decorated. There’s a broomstick by one, royal blue bed sheets spread on another, and you blink hard when you catch the inside of a poster moving. But your attention is stolen away by a rattling trunk to the bed next to you.

“What do you mean ‘where are we’?” She frowns, turning around with her rosy powder cushion still pressed against her cheek.

You recognize the female as Irene and while last time, she had been shaking in front of the conference room under your stare, this time she’s more at eased and relaxed. It wasn’t uncommon for you to use similar characters and celebrities in the little stories you used to write.

“I...uhh..” Your vision strays off to an owl sleeping by a wooden stand nearby, an oozing vial on someone’s nightstand but more importantly, by the wooden stick beside you.

“Boy, your head must’ve taken a real hit yesterday after Yoongi zapped you with that aguamenti charm.”

“....Yoongi?”

“I know you guys like ‘hate each other’,” She makes air quotations with her fingers and exaggerates her voice, rolling her eyes to add onto the theatrics as well. “But like, can you not flirt in front of everyone? It makes my single-ass feel bad and you guys can be so cheesy, it’s pretty disgusting.”

“What?”

“You don’t remember?” Her face scrunches up, and she turns back, sprinting floral perfume by her neck. “Why are you making me re-tell your damn love story? Ugh. Fine, you were pretty knocked out anyways. Yesterday, we were in Charms practicing the water-making spell, and I was trying to be a good student but of course, you were giggling with Yoongi behind the class and before everyone knew it, you were drenched from head to toe. Apparently, he blasted your skull with the end of his wand, hard enough for you to fall over and hit your head on the ground.”

Although you barely have an inkling of your location or the realm you’re in, hearing the story, makes your blood boil and you scoff. Everything that transpired a few seconds ago, the little ‘confessions’ of yours retreats into the hollows of your kind. You're once again reminded as to why he's so goddamn annoying.

“Excuse me?! That doesn’t sound like a love story. Why is he such an ass?!” Even in this universe Yoongi is just as unbearable as he used to be.

“Uh-huh. You said the same thing yesterday but tell that to Yoongi.” A smirk appears on her lips, and she stares at you through her mirror, a mischievous glint in her irises. “He was the one who kept apologizing, looking like he was gonna cry, and he carried you to the infirmary...like ‘princess style’ in front of everyone. And he skipped the rest of his classes to be with you, dinner too. There was sherbert lemon pie for dessert, and he missed that shit for you. If that ain’t love, I don’t know what is.”

“And look,” she suddenly points next to you and your eyes follow, finding a cute bouquet of sunny daffodils lying on your bedside table, held together with a single red ribbon. “He even transfigured flowers for you as an apology. It’s so romantic, it’s disgusting.”

Your mouth draws open but before you can retort or your tongue can stumble out any incoherent words, she beats you to the punch with a scoff of her own, “Enemies, my ass.”

“W-Where is he?”

It’s all that you manage to utter from your frozen lips and her smirk grows. “Your lover boy? Probably in the Hufflepuff common room. Why?”

Before she can get another word out, you’re darting out of bed, scrambling to put on the right uniform over your shabby t-shirt and pajama shorts. Hopefully, you remember the films well enough to figure out what the uniforms are supposed to look like. There’s not even enough time to ogle at the world around you—finally, a chance to be a witch, like you’ve always dreamed of!—as your slipping into your shoes, your socks two different lengths but you hardly care. Irene looks practically speechless as she watches you fumble around your desk for your various possessions, not even bothering to take off your pajamas as you change.

You start to bolt out of the dormitory, hand rubbing at your eyes in a desperate attempt to rid them of any sleep gunk, when Irene calls after you, “And you always said you didn’t care about him!”

You’re out of the common room in a flash, barely enough time to say hello to whoever is calling your name by the fire. Stumbling through the hallways, you finally allow your brain to catch up with your feet as you stare at the surrounding castle. You can hardly believe that you’re in Hogwarts, magic at the tips of your fingers, surrounded by something you had only thought was make-believe. You’re itching to try something out, say any spell your mind can muster up with the wand in your pocket, but you know that you’d better avoid that, at least until you find a certain Min Yoongi.

“Y/N!” Someone calls.

You dart your head around to find a nameless Gryffindor, a boy who looks to be only a year or so younger than you.

“Feeling any better?” He asks as he jogs up to catch you, books pressed against his chest by a single arm.

“What?” You ask before you remember the story Irene had told you. “Oh, yeah, just needed to sleep it off, I guess,” you say awkwardly.

“Good. That was a real fall,” the boy says. “I’m surprised they didn’t punish Min harder.”

“Have you seen him?” You ask, almost too excitedly, at the mention of his name. God, when did you get so damn desperate?

“Who? Min?” The boy questions, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “Not since this morning. I heard he’d been acting strange, though. Like he’d lost his memory, or something. Probably do best to ask Jung, though, since they’re pretty close.”

God, what shenanigans could Yoongi get up to now? You’re pretty sure you remember him saying something about how he never got into the Harry Potter franchise, so you can only imagine his surprise at being spontaneously thrusted into the universe.

“I’ll find him,” you say, shrugging off your concern. “Gotta beat him up for doing that to me. Thanks, though.”

“Hope he gets what he deserves!” the boy calls out to you as you rush off in the opposite direction.

There’s no time to waste as you whip yourself down corridors and through courtyards, struggling to navigate the maze-like campgrounds of the castle. You ask a few professors for directions, and they just manage to tell you which way before you’re off again. They scold you for sprinting around and you have barely half a mind to shout an apology.

Students slowly shuffle to breakfast, ghosts yawning from their naps but you dive head first into groups and cliques, ignoring the complaints and dirty looks. It’s only when you’re out of completely breath, lungs ready to shrivel up, chest heaving up and down that you notice a familiar head of black hair.

“YOONGI!”

You scream his name with the remaining air left in your raw throat and the boy darts his head over, his eyes lighting up, and he wobbles forward with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

Like you, the person approaching looks sixteen or seventeen. It reminds you of the previous High School Yoongi that was on the tennis court. But this time, his exterior is more disoriented. His dark hair is curled into a soft cloud with strands sticking upwards, round glasses on the tip of his nose and his robes hang off his shoulders in a sloppy manner. His face is tender again, chubby cheeks pinched pink, and he looks irritatingly adorable.

“Y/N?!” He grins happily and you’re caught off guard by his rare enthusiasm. “What is this place?!”

“It’s Hogwarts.” Your lips curl against your will. “You know, the world that Harry Potter is from.”

Yoongi blinks at you and then shifts to scan the surroundings. A long time ago, he called you a nerd and ‘basic’ for being a fan of the Harry Potter series. Apparently it’s too ‘mainstream’ for his liking and now, you’re preparing yourself to face more of his whining but-

“This is amazing!”

Your eyes widen. “It is?”

“Are you kidding me?! This is so fucking cool!” He leans over the open window archway, pupils lighting up at the vast valley landscapes. As he takes in the scenery, he then pulls a wooden stick from his sleeve and bounces on his toes back to you. “Look, I have a wand too! And I saw moving paintings before I got here, like the pictures move, and I even talked to them! Did you see the staircases? They move too! The architecture is so beautiful and I don’t even think you could see this kind of thing even if you travelled abroad, Y/N! Like not even New Zealand's landscapes are this gorgeous. This is the best fucking universe I’ve been to, hands down.”

There’s a pause and then uncontrollable giggles spill from your lips.

Yoongi pouts, watching you completely lose it, and he pokes your arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You wipe your eyes, smile ever growing. “You’re just a dork, that’s all.”

There’s no way possible way he can refute, so, he only lets out a half-heated, “Psh.”

As a few groups of students pass the pair of you, ghosts moving through the brick walls, the whomping willow swaying to the warm breeze, you take a moment, stepping back to gaze at your companion. The yellow and black of his tie inherently rips a gasp from your throat.

“Oh my God, you’re a Hufflepuff?”

Yoongi stares down to where you’re pointing, and he frowns. Quirking an eyebrow, he asks: “What?”

“Why are you a Hufflepuff? The hell? You should be in Slytherin or something,” you inform him pointedly, wondering if it was you that made the male lead a Hufflepuff or if this is just a practical joke pulled by the Gods that got you trapped in this universes in the first place.

Yoongi is, to put it simply, the last person you would ever think to be in Hufflepuff. Sure, he might be dedicated… and hardworking, but that’s it. And those are qualities that match every house, you swear. You can’t remember the last time you heard the Sorting Hat’s little rhyme about each of the houses, but you swear that Yoongi and Hufflepuff do not mix. Maybe, if you were being particularly generous, he could be considered loyal. After all, he’s stuck with you for so long. But he was far from patient… and kind, wasn’t he?

Upon his blank expression, having absolutely no clue to what you’re talking about, you pinch the bridge of your nose, explaining yourself, “Hogwarts has four houses that you can be sorted into. Slytherin for the cunning, Gryffindor for the brave, Hufflepuff for the kind and Ravenclaw for the intelligent. Obviously, I’m an intellectual, so, I’m in Ravenclaw. The main color of the house is blue and bronze. See?” You point to your own tie and then to his. “Apparently, you’re in Hufflepuff.”

Yoongi snorts at your incessant rambling, his lips twitching into a slight smirk. “And you’re calling me the dork.”

With one more glance at you, he spins around on his toes, black robes swishing in the air. You barely manage to catch up to his large strides. “Where are you going?”

“Exploring.”

Yoongi doesn’t ask for the ending of the story or how to escape this universe and you’re not complaining either. It’s wondrous and surreal to be in the world that you’ve read about as a child and seen through theater screens. Not to mention, this isn’t an amusement park either or a re-creation. It’s the real thing, or at least your version of it.

This story was written as a guilty pleasure like the previous one too, one that you created mindlessly in your university years. There was no way you could publish an actual novel when JK Rowling had ownership of the franchise. So, it was your little secret, filled with embarrassing fantasies of hot celebrities as your wizard classmates. Except now, you were sharing it with Yoongi.

“Is that…?”

He squints, meagerly being able to make out the blonde man approaching from a distance but by the stiffening of your body, your sharp inhale and the back of his mind ringing a bell, he knows this person is familiar.

“Oh my God.” You tug on Yoongi’s arm, and he flinches when your tone moves up to a teenage-girl screeching pitch. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

It’s motherfucking Kim Taehyung again. You feel your heart soar.

And as Yoongi scowls, you practically swoon on the spot.

“How’s my favourite Ravenclaw doing?” The older, seventh-year prefect strides up to you, throwing his arm leisurely over your shoulder and pulling you close. Yoongi swears you almost combust right then and there.

Taehyung gives you a light and playful noogie before his hand reaches up to pet your head. An incoherent string of syllables slip off your tongue, steam practically rising out of your ears. The actor, that was now a Hogwarts Gryffindor, releases you and sends a mischievous look at Yoongi.

“Min, you better not be harassing my favourite Ravenclaw. I heard what you did yesterday,” Taehyung warns with a pointed expression. It’s obvious that Yoongi and Taehyung’s relationship, whatever it may be, isn’t on the best of terms. “I better keep an eye on you, Y/N. Make sure he isn’t hurting you.”

You don’t recall writing that into the piece.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Yoongi’s eyes narrow, arm reaching out and his hand captures your wrist. Yoongi tugs you in towards him and you’re caught off guard, stumbling until your head meets his hard chest and his arm has snuck around your waist, holding you close. “I can take care of her perfectly fine.”

Taehyung cocks a brow, crossing his arms in amusement and sends a knowing look towards Yoongi, one that you can’t decipher. You’re already bewildered at Yoongi, blinking up at him and wondering why this sixteen year old Yoongi was taller than you. Maybe he hit his growth spurt quicker than Tennis Yoongi.

“Well, I’ll leave you both to your own devices. I have a Herbology assignment to submit.” Taehyung begins to walk away and you whimper, hands twitching to reach out to your all-time crush. However, you don’t get the chance, not when Yoongi takes the opportunity and smoothly interlaces your open fingers with his. “Don’t get up to any trouble, you two, or else I’ll have to write you up for detention.”

The gorgeous, glowing angel sends one wink towards your companion before he turns fully and disappears. You begin to sulk, having yet again lost the opportunity of getting an autograph from him but no sooner are you being hauled into the opposite direction.

Yoongi’s palm is still clasped around yours, his hand firm and somehow comforting. You’re too preoccupied with meeting his quick steps to question it. “W-where are we going? We have classes to go to, Yoongi! And there’s breakfast in the Great Hall—”

“Y/N.” He quirks his head over to stare into your eyes. “You know you’re not really a student here, right?” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He’s not wrong.

Soon, your footsteps are synchronized with Yoongi’s as you scour the castle together, peeking in every nook and cranny, skipping classes and running in the other direction when professors are walking past. The pair of you snicker and giggle like children, hiding behind shelves and pillars before the coast is clear, and he takes your hand once more, tugging you along.

You’ve never seen Yoongi so childish and excited before. He’s practically a kid, himself, and it makes you giddy too.

“Y/N, Y/N, look!” The two of you were in the East Wing courtyard, alone while the students were in their classes. Yoongi’s got a book he’d stolen from the library earlier under his arm, one copy of a Standard Book of Spells. He’d almost nabbed one about flowers, too, but it was absurdly heavy and not worth lugging around.

“Yoongi, it’s dangerous! Don’t—”

He looks down into his hand holding the textbook, and he flickers his other wrist in two gentle motions, letting the wood of his wand dip down slightly in the second movement. “W-Wingar…dium Levi...Leviosa…?”

Suddenly, a rock a few meters away is lifted into the air, levitating. Your jaw drops. Yoongi bursts from enthusiasm and hops up and down. “Look Y/N, look!”

“Holy shit! How did you do that?”

“Try it!”

Magic doesn’t come as easily to you as it does into Yoongi. It’s unfair since you were a fan first but no matter the different pronunciations you try or the ways you move your hand, it doesn’t work. Your frustration multiples until Yoongi sighs, walking up and grabbing hold of your wrist again.

“It’s Levi-O-sa,” Yoongi stresses, hand gripping yours tightly as he guides your want movement. “Emphasize the ‘O’ part. Not the ‘A’ part,” he instructs dutifully.

You try to ignore the way your chest shakes as Yoongi teaches you the spell, instead hoping to focus on the anger that should be bubbling up in your core from how unjust the fact is that he’s better at magic when you’re the one who even got him into this universe in the first place.

Together, Yoongi coaches you through the spell, until your voices are soft and your movements are natural as you say, hand in hand, “Wingardium Leviosa.”

“Oh my God, it’s working.”

Albeit, you’re lifting a feather instead of a goddamn rock, it’s still levitating mid-air and laughter breaks from your mouth. Yoongi matches your grin. “We should try the fire-making spell next.”

He lets go of you, moving to sit on the grassy lawn and flip through the old pages. You frown but you continue to make the feather float. “What if we accidentally set the school on fire, and we alter the story too much, and we can’t leave?”

“Relax.” His finger lines the endless sentences. “This is a grade-one book. If eleven year olds can do this, so can we.”

“But we’re not really wizards or witches, Yoongi.”

“In this world, we are.” He’s much too eager. You’re not even sure if Yoongi wants to leave this universe. But you let him have his fun, watching as he draws a flame with his wand and mutters ‘Incendio’, setting leaves into an orange inferno. Yes...for once, you let him have his fun.

That is...until he figures out how to white sparks and begins to zap you with it.

“Yoongi! Stop it!” You’re running as fast as you can while he’s hot on your tail, laughing maniacally like the evil, little bitch that he is. “This isn’t funny!”

“I’ll stop running if you stop running!”

Even if the white sparks don’t hurt you in any way, shape or form, it still freaks you out. The sparks are like mini-explosions or fireworks, and they way it crackles is loud. Not to mention, when he keeps flickering them at you, the fog makes it difficult to see and breathe.

“I swear I’m going to kill you!”

He shoots another one towards your feet. “I’d like to see you try!”

You cackle, spinning around and zapping one at his face. “Ha! Take that!”

He barely manages to dodge. “Oh, it’s on now, witch!”

“Yeah?” You stop by a tree, sticking out your tongue and mocking him. “Is it now?”

Yoongi’s preparing to launch another attack on you, maybe tackle you down onto the soft bed of grass as well. All you do is squeal and shut your eyes, preparing for another white firework eruption but-

“HEY!”

There’s a bloodcurdling shriek from the open corridor and you both, simultaneously, crane your heads around. There’s a mysterious professor with a gold pendulum hanging off his neck, robes a dark blue and hair a stark carmine. His brows are so furrowed, it almost looks like the wrinkles will permanently crease into his skin. From his age, you could probably assume they already have.

Oh God, you hope you didn’t write Professor Snape into this piece. Imagine the horror.

“What are you doing?!” He squawks and begins to march up, Yoongi taking a step back in fear. It’s unusual since he’s never really afraid of anything but completely understandable at the same time. The professor looks like he’s about to have a hernia. “Don’t you have classes to attend? I’m immediately docking forty points each off of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw because of your irresponsibility and buffoonery!”

Maybe if you were actually students here, you’d feel a little bad. From what you can gather, at least you are a well-liked individual here at Hogwarts, whereas Yoongi, not so much. You wonder what your make-believe peers would think if they found out you were the reasons their houses are in last place.

You can only grimace guiltily as the professor drones on about responsibility and ‘being mature’ and other nonsense that neither you nor Yoongi seem to care about. Even though he’s hidden his wand up his sleeve, it’s clear that he’s itching to get to try something else, cast another spell or see another magical moving object. You wonder if it’s Quidditch season yet—maybe you can take Yoongi to a game. You know he’ll enjoy it more when he’s not the one engaging in the sport. Besides, he’s always been a basketball fan—you remember him mentioning the fact offhand during one of your meetings. Quidditch is like, basically the same thing. Except on brooms. And with three balls. Two of which fly around on their own accord.

Shrugging, you hope that this universe’s you doesn’t have a penchant for mischief, because you’re about to ruin that reputation very quickly.

“Professor,” you say, voice sickeningly sweet as you interrupt his spiel, “can you tell me about Harry Potter?”

The professor seems taken aback. “Harry Potter? Why?”

“I just want to know more about him. Is it true that he survived the Killing curse?” You ask, feigning interest. You already know everything there is to know and more about The Boy Who Lived.

“Well, there’s not really much to say,” the professor says. “Four years ago, He Who Must Not Be Named tried to murder him, but he survived. We know very little about what happened to him, but I believe he is being taken care of by Muggle relatives.”

Aha! So this universe is before Harry Potter’s time. Thank God, really. You don’t know what you would have done if you had to deal with getting yourself and Yoongi out of this universe while at the same time having to fight off the forces of Lord Voldemort. There’s a limit.

“Oh, thank you Professor!” You say as though the man just cured cancer. “I had heard they were just rumors. Well, we best be off to class, goodbye!” You cry quickly before grabbing onto Yoongi’s hand and dragging him away from the professor before he can berate you for anything else. Yoongi’s cackling the entire way back to the castle, unable to stop laughing at the façade you put on in front of the teachers.

“Wow, are you sure you’re not Slytherin?” Yoongi asks, very obviously pleased with himself that he’s finally getting a grasp on the magical jargon of this realm. You have to admit, it’s kind of cute, how satisfied he looks with himself.

You purposely bump into his shoulder, a rather playful movement that has him grinning. “Please, if I was a Slytherin, with my beauty and brains, this world would be doomed. You’d never make it out alive.”

Come to think of it, there are so many goddamn dangerous things in the magical world of Harry Potter that it’s as if death waits around every corner. Suddenly, you feel much more responsibility to make sure Yoongi doesn’t trap himself in a Devil’s Snare or bump into the Whomping Willow by accident. Knowing him, of course, he absolutely would.

“We should probably stick closer to the castle,” you tell him as you begin walking down the open hallway. “Just in case we get caught. I could probably lie about something. It seems like everyone likes me in this universe,” you say happily. “Well, everyone except you.”

You poke Yoongi in the chest as you walk along, nodding hello to the ghosts that pass you by. They don’t give a shit about whether or not you’re in class, thankfully. He curls into himself adorably, like one of those pillbugs, soft smile growing on his face.

“Hey,” he says indignantly, pouting. “I like you. Everyone thinks that, at least. And I mean, I think so, too.”

“How many universes did it take?” You joke, holding out your fingers to count. “Five? Six?”

Yoongi frowns. “You can’t even remember how many universes we’ve been through?”

You cross your arms in front of your chest as you turn a corner, nearly knocking into a statue that would probably shout in surprise if you did. “Can you?” You ask as a rebuttal.

Yoongi keeps his eyes trained on the ground. “I lose track of time when I’m with you,” he mutters under his breath. It’s so quiet that you almost don’t hear him. Almost.

You pause as your mind processes the words, like it requires so much brain-power to comprehend and turn them into a thought you can coherently respond to that you need to come to a full-blown stop. Yoongi seems so distracted that he nearly keeps going, leaving you behind, but notices at the last second that you’ve strayed away.

“Did you… did you say something?” You ask, blinking, as if that’s going to help.

“Me? No, no,” Yoongi says, shrugging. Strange. You swear he did. Maybe you’re just fucking with yourself. There’s no way Yoongi would ever flirt with you. “Hey, what’s that closet over there?”

He manages to distract you easily, pointing towards a wooden door with a black sign plastered over it that reads: NO STUDENTS ALLOWED. Well, that’s practically got your names written on it. As you scurry over, you can hear a familiar monotonous voice from the room next door, and that’s when it hits. This is the Potions closet.

Oh God, if Snape catches the two of you, you’re dead meat. Maybe you can pull the Herbology card if desperate times call for desperate measures. Lord knows Sprout’s always been quite the gullible professor.

As you approach, you can clearly make out Snape berating what sounds to be a first year, if the crying on the other end of the conversation is anything to go by. Oh, classic Snape. Thank God you’re skipping all of your classes today. And for the rest of the time you’re here. Hopefully, his voice is so loud that he won’t be able to hear you and Yoongi sneaking into a closet that you will definitely get detention for being in.

“Quietus,” you cast, vaguely remembering the spell from one of the books. You point your wand at your footsteps, hoping the charm will silence them as you near the closet. “Alohomora.”

Easily, the door opens. Damn, Snape needs to work on his door locking techniques if it’s so damn simple for two students who know very little about Hogwarts to get inside. You shush Yoongi as you tug him inside by the collar, quickly shutting the door behind you and hoping that nobody saw.

“Lumos,” you say, allowing light to pierce the end of your want (and your retinas) so you can scan the shelves, glancing at anything that catches your eyes.

There are vials filled with sparkling purples, deep matte blues, bright yellows, lime greens, and everything in between. A few of them ooze and give off strange fumes, others foaming and frothy. Some of them have labels, and some of them don’t. Yoongi mimics your actions until his wand also starts to glow, excitedly peering in every nook and cranny. It seems that he doesn’t want to miss a second in a world like this.

“Don’t touch anything,” you advise Yoongi, knowing well enough that you are unfamiliar with most, if not all of these potions, and that consuming any one of them would be more than just a terrible idea. It would be straight disastrous.

“What’s Amortentia?” Yoongi asks as he plucks a small bottle from the top shelf. It’s gleams a mother-of-pearl type sheen, soft and pink, and when Yoongi removes the cap, it emits steam in the shape of spirals. “Smells good.”

“Yoongi, don’t—!” You cry out softly, but it’s too late, as Yoongi is already downing the entire bottle like a dehydrated madman and stuffing the emptied glass into his pocket for safekeeping. Your eyes widen at the sight of him as the color seems to drain right from his body for a mere few moments before returning, his lips colored a dusty rose.

“It didn’t do anything,” Yoongi says, disappointed. “I don’t feel any different.”

“God dammit, Yoongi,” you exclaim to yourself, shaking your head as you reach over to grab his hand. “Thought I told you not to touch anything.”

“You don’t understand, Y/N. It smelled amazing. I can’t—I can’t figure out what that scent was, but it was perfect. I want to take that scent and turn it into a personalized Febreze bottle, so I can have it for the rest of my life,” Yoongi says. He leans in close you to, pressing his head into the crook of your neck for a solid five seconds as you freeze up at the touch. “Come to think of it, it smells like you.”

“Me?” You ask, shocked. You push his head away instinctively, unsure how to feel at the touch. It was foreign and familiar, all at once. Yoongi seems to have that effect on you. “Why on earth would it smell like me?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi says, shrugging. “You smell like… paper. And ink. And new books. You know that new book smell, when you go to Barnes and Noble and buy a brand-new novel and you’re in the line for the cashier and you just sniff the pages because they are so crisp and untouched and perfect? That’s what you smell like.”

“You have a good nose,” you point out.

“It’s easy to distinguish,” Yoongi says in return. “But there’s something else I spell that I can’t put my figure on,” he mumbles but then shrugs it off. “What was Amortentia even supposed to do? It’s like I drank it and then nothing happened. You’re still you and I’m still me. No body-swapping, or anything. Boo.”

“I really don’t think that’s what Amortentia is supposed to do, unless it goes horribly wrong,” you say warily, eyes wide at the thought. This universe business is enough, imagine if you had to go through it trapped in Yoongi’s tiny frame! “It’s a love potion, as far as I remember.”

Yoongi looks as though he’s seen a ghost. A real one that’s meant to spook you, not like the ones that parade around Hogwarts greeting you. “A… a love potion?”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding to yourself. “Except maybe this one was just faulty, since nothing changed when you took it. I mean, who were you even supposed to fall in love with, then?”

Yoongi’s silent. Guess he doesn’t have an answer.

You grab onto his hand, directing your illuminate wand towards the door to the closet. “We should probably get out of here before Snape finds us and skins us alive,” you say, hoping classes haven’t finished yet and the hallways are clear for you to continue fooling around.

Yoongi nods, eyes glinting in the light from the spell as you shine the light close to him, just to make sure he hasn’t drifted off somewhere. The door creaks ever so slightly as you peer out, making sure the coast is clear. When there’s nobody in sight, you and Yoongi slowly tiptoe out, Yoongi’s hand held firmly in yours as you lead the two of you from the closet and hope that nobody catches you.

Once you’re down the hallway, safe and sound from any trouble, you and Yoongi make the executive decision of camping yourselves on one of the benches as you wait for whatever’s next.

“Are you sure nothing changed when you drank that potion?” You ask as you lean in close, just to make sure Yoongi’s eyes haven’t turned an ominous red, or anything. You swear, that’s the only reason you’re staring into them. Seriously.

Yoongi looks himself up and down and shakes his head. “I feel the same.”

“Huh,” you say to yourself, positively perplexed. You doubt Snape would keep a faulty love potion in his closet full of things that are strictly prohibited from students, but you can’t think of any other explanation for the lack of change in Yoongi’s behavior. Maybe potions magic didn’t work on you since you were actually a muggle. Still, that doesn’t explain your ability to cast all the charms you have. Unless…

No, you must be going crazy. There’s absolutely no way.

“What next?” Yoongi asks as he stares out into the little courtyard that rests right next to you, a single tree growing out from the ground in the center. The campus seems so quiet when you two are the only ones making noise.

“We figure out what we need to do to get home,” you say.

“Mr. Min! Miss Y/L/N!”

The unfamiliar voice of a female teacher catches the both of you off guard. It’s no McGonagall that’s approaching you. Instead, it’s the vaguely memorable face of who you believe to be the Muggle Studies teacher that’s sauntering towards both of you, hands firmly planted on her hips.

“What are you two both doing out of class?” She asks, but she doesn’t seem particularly threatening.

“We were just taking a break,” you say, truthfully. “I don’t really understand what’s happening in class right now, and I was hoping Yoongi could explain it to me.”

You sweeten your voice, batting your lashes back and forth in order to alleviate the situation. In the meanwhile, Yoongi stares at your profile and stifles back a snort. Unfortunately, however, the professor isn’t as susceptible to your cunning charms as much as the other one.

“Well, you two certainly have some chemistry,” she comments. Even the teachers are in on it? Damn, maybe you’re more popular than you thought. “I’d suggest going back to class before someone punishes the both of you. You have Defense Against the Dark Arts right now, correct?”

She knows your schedule better than the both of you, so you nod. At least you appear to have escaped any sort of punishment. You can hardly imagine how disappointed your house would be if they found out that you were the reason that you lost all of those house points, because you were traipsing around the castle with Yoongi. Irene would never let you hear the end of it.

“Well, move along then,” she says, motioning to the door across the hall. “Don’t want to see the two of you out here during class time again, understand?”

You and Yoongi firmly shake your heads, nodding like the diligent and respectful students you apparently are as you awkwardly approach the thick wooden door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Like fate would have it, you were conveniently right beside it the entire time. Hopefully nobody will think too much of two students sneaking into class halfway through it. You’ve lost enough points already.

Luckily, you and Yoongi manage to find your seats—right next to each other—without drawing too much attention to yourselves, opening your textbooks immediately and pretending as if you were there the entire time. It doesn’t look like the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher—whoever they are, since you’re before Harry Potter’s time—pays very much attention to the class at all.

Sometime during the lecture, Irene whips her head around from where she’s sitting and spots the two of you. She gives you this incredulous look, like a sort of “What the fuck are you doing and where the fuck did you come from?” kind of expression, one that has you smiling guiltily in return with Min Yoongi’s head resting in the crook of your neck.

“The Patronus charm is one of the most powerful defensive spells in a wizard or witch’s arsenal. But, it is also one of the most difficult,” you catch the professor saying, paying minimal attention since you just so happen to know most of the information about it. “The corporeal Patronus takes the shape of a guardian spirit, typically an animal. They are often animals with which you share a strong bond with, whether it be physical or emotional, but the guardian’s form can also change should you experience an unwavering, eternal love of some sort.”

Just at that moment, Yoongi’s hand brushes over yours. You pay little attention to it, instead choosing to focus on the professor.

“Today, we will be practicing it, just so that you can all get a feel for the spell. I want an essay of two rolls of parchment on its uses and its history on my desk in exactly a week, though,” the professor instructs, whipping out his wand. “In order to conjure it, you must think of the happiest memory you have, one that brings you nothing but the biggest of smiles, as you say the words: Expecto Patronum.”

You hear Yoongi next to you, muttering the spell under his breath. Is he actually going to try to cast it? You recall The Order of the Phoenix—you remember how difficult it was for Harry to teach everyone how to cast it. And those were skilled wizards, too. Not just any random human, plucked off of the street. Like Yoongi.

“You will make a circular motion with your wand and say the incantation, but be careful not to point your wand at anybody, as the light that the spell emits is quite bright,” the professor warns. “Watch.”

With a simple twist of his wand, he says, “Expecto Patronum.” From the end of his wand bursts forth a simple white light before it morphs into the shape of a fox, bounding from one end of the room to the other. The students are mesmerized—and so is Yoongi—as they watch it leap around the room, a trail of white dust following it until it disintegrates into the air.

“Now, for your turn. Remember, circular motions,” the professor advises, stepping off of the platform to begin inspecting students’ techniques.

“What’s the incantation, again?” Yoongi asks as he stands up, readying himself.

“Expecto Patronum,” you repeat from memory. Prisoner of Azkaban was always your favorite book. “What memory are you using, Yoongi?”

“Uh…” Yoongi says, pausing. “When I was six. And I won my school’s spelling bee. Yeah, that’s it,” he quickly tells you.

“Born to correct other people’s spelling errors,” you joke, nudging him slightly.

What Yoongi doesn’t tell you, though, is how his happiest memory is merely from the prior universe. It’s seeing you, standing in front of him in a jumpsuit that brings out the deep color of your eyes, telling him that there’s nobody you’d rather be with than him. Even though the confession was only so that you could move onto the next universe, you didn’t really mean what you said, it is something that Yoongi will cherish for as long as he can, for as long as he knows you and more. He knows that once you are freed from these universe travels you will go back to hating each other, so he savors every moment by your side.

“How about we cast them together?” Yoongi suggests. “Just to see.”

“We are probably the least qualified sixth years to be doing this spell, just saying,” you point out as you stand up next to him, wand at the ready.

Yoongi chuckles. “I think that makes this even better.”

“Okay,” you say, breathing out, thinking of the happiest memory you can. You try and tell yourself it’s when you graduated from high school, or had a 3AM bonfire with friends during the summer of your junior year of university, but what seems to cover them all is Yoongi’s face. Memories with him are limited but overwhelmingly present, like your brain is insisting that your happiest moment has occurred with him. And that’s when you realize. Your happiest moment is right now, is every universe before this and every universe after because you don’t think you’ve ever had as much fun in your life. Maybe you’re trapped with Yoongi but that’s alright, because you can’t help the smile on your face when you see who each universe has turned him into, a little different but still the Yoongi you know so well. You’re living through your happiest moments because you are next to him every step of the way, every world you enter and every world you leave. He is your happiest memory.

Together, the two of you follow through with the movements of your wands and say, gazing at each other the entire time, “Expecto Patronum.”

Yoongi’s is the one you notice first. It materializes from a collection of white dust, sparking under the firelight of the classroom as it travels around the room, slowly forming the shape of a cat. It’s calico—you can tell from the clear markings that decorate its fur—and it meows, just for good measure before running back to Yoongi’s wand and disappearing.

And then you see yours. It’s a poodle. Of all things, a poodle, barking happily as it jumps around the room, the dust circling you and Yoongi excitedly before vanishing in front of your eyes. You and Yoongi are speechless as you stare at your wands, wondering what your patronuses mean. You can’t say you’ve ever felt connected with a poodle, of all animals.

“A cat?” Yoongi asks loudly, sort of in shock. “Why a cat? I don’t even like them.”

You scoff. “Cats are my favorite animal, alright? Back off. I mean, mine was a freaking poodle, of all things, so it’s not like you’re the only one who got snubbed.”

“I had a poodle when I was little,” Yoongi points out randomly. “His name was Holly.”

“You did?” You ask, turning to him. “I didn’t know that.”

Before Yoongi can say something else, Irene begins laughing. She bursts into giggles from her seat across the way, having forgotten entirely about the Patronus charm as she doubles over. You and Yoongi look her way, equal amounts of bewildered. The rest of your classmates have also turned to stare, their wands dropping, none of them yet able to create a patronus like you and Yoongi. Even the professor, himself, is amazed at your magical abilities.

“Are you guys serious?” She asks between laughs. “Seriously? You don’t even know?”

“Know what?” You ask, an eyebrow raised.

“Oh my God, you guys are crazy. Are you seriously that blind?” She asks like you’re missing the elephant in the room, like the answer is staring you down but you can’t even see it. “You guys wouldn’t know love even if it punched you in the face.”

Love? What’s love got to do with it? You furrow your brows in an attempt to increase your understanding, hoping to figure out why Irene looks so incredulous, why she’s acting like you and Yoongi are in a constant state of beating around the bush. The professor had said that the Patronuses are only affected when you are in an eternal love, but what does that mean for you?

Immediately, your mind drifts back to the Potions closet. The Amortentia. Yoongi drank it without experiencing any effects in return, but maybe he didn’t need to. Maybe the love potion wasn’t going to do anything anyway. And now, you’re standing here with Min Yoongi casting his patronus as your favorite animal, and you’re casting his, and suddenly it seems fairly obvious.

“You don’t think…?” You ask, unsure if you’re directing your question at Yoongi or at Irene.

Irene rolls her eyes. “It’s high time the two of you realized that you were in love!”

A few of your peers are snickering at the exclaimed proclamation and the professor smiles discreetly, turning away to help a few struggling students.

It’s one thing to have this feeling under your skin, this subtle awareness of the fact, and it’s another for a fictional character to blatantly spell it out for you. Now that you’re hearing it out loud, coming from someone’s mouth, it suddenly feels easier to argue against. Like it’s easier to disregard, to disprove, only because everyone’s acting as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“We’re not in love,” you say defensively.

Maybe it’s just your characters. Maybe you’re just embodying the protagonists that you had created for this universe, maybe they are the ones that are supposed to be in love and you and Yoongi are just mimicking their actions, their personalities. That would explain Yoongi’s placement in Hufflepuff. Your mind rattles as it tries to grab onto any semblance of logic, of reasoning, any explanation for the strangely romantic behavior in this universe other than your true emotions. It’s almost like you refuse to accept the end result for what it is. Like you can’t ever comprehend the idea of Yoongi actually caring for you, or vice versa.

You swear, if you were back in your own world, you’d still hate each other. It’s just the Universe Effect™.

Irene scoffs. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when You Know Who comes back.”

“Actually—” You begin.

“Just kiss him already!” Another boy calls out in exasperation. He earns a chorus of agreement.

Yoongi looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole, and you have to admit, you’re with him on this one.

“Min Yoongi, can you explain this?” You inquire, turning to him.

He’s silent.

It’s just this universe. It’s the magic that’s making your brain delusional, tricking you into thinking Min Yoongi, of all people, is in love with you. Sure, through each universe you’ve retained your core personalities, but maybe this world has just placed you more firmly into the shoes of the characters you created. The characters are supposed to be madly in love, not you and Yoongi. That would explain the Amortentia. And the Patronuses.

You and Yoongi aren’t in love, right?!

You grab hold of Min Yoongi’s collar, staring him dead in the eyes. Everyone around you begins to cheer, to chant, but all you can see is him. Even as the world begins to twist and turn, to morph into an indistinguishable blob of nothingness, he is the only thing your gaze rests upon.

Once more, like all the other times before, the world is ripped away from your fingertips.

Your surroundings wash away, your vision being blinded by light and your body floating like a feather in an empty abyss, just waiting to be placed in a different galaxy. The tingling sensation of magic, of a wondrous supernatural wizardry is torn from your blood and bones. But instead of feeling hollow and barren, something else has shifted inside your chest. Although you cannot forth spells or charms with the flicker of your wrist or enchant another being with syllables rolling off the tip of your tongue, you are far from feeling desolate. The magic has simply moved elsewhere.

And you only feel it when you think of Yoongi.

『The universe has formed.』

“Y/N. Wake up.” The voice is more urgent this time around, a note of panic ripping through the sweet and soft timbre. “Why are you sleeping?”

“W-what?” It’s difficult to peel back your eyelids. You haven’t felt so weary and exhausted in such a long time. It’s as if your muscles have been overly-exerted and your bones are brittle, the feeling of being famished embedded into your flesh. You are weak. You are weary.

“My wedding is tonight. Hurry.”

You sit up from your spot on the floor, having curled up into fetal position in the corner of the room. And once your rise on your trembling legs, you are met with the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

She is the same stature as you but the lady stands taller from her wealth, radiating the confidence that you do not have. Her skin is smooth and polished, hair perfectly combed back into braids that build beautifully at her crown, multiple jeweled hair pins sticking from her locks. Her lips are two daffodil petals, cheeks pinched into a roseate shade, gown made from the finest silk fabrics, red skirt imprinted with black swirls and intricate loops.

“Heo Yeonhwa…” The young lady’s name is already rolling from your tongue without a single thought.

She is one of your most memorable characters. She was the first fictional being that you ever cried for. She is someone that has always been real inside of your mind, someone who suffered her entire life and even in the end, found nothing for her future. Yet, she embodies the person you’ve always wanted to be.

Dignified. Fearless. Beautiful.

Her brow lifts from your impolite speech, directly calling her name without any sort of proper title attached to it. But she allows it to pass, pacing until she meets the murky vanity and sets herself down on the seat. “Re-do my hair. It’s hurting my scalp.”

“O-okay.”

As you approach, you catch your reflection. You are nothing but a lowly maid, face permanently dirtied and sunburnt, cheeks hollow and outline of bones visible, hair matted down and tucked into a low ponytail. Your clothes are of dull colors, browns and soiled whites. You are nothing in this world. And that makes it all the much harder to accept the ending to this story.

An ending that you know like the back of your hand.

With gentle fingers, you carefully undo the pins and clips, letting her braids fall before you unwrap them. Against your will, your hands begin to tremble as you brush her soft, long hair. Guilt and remorse begins to envelop your being. Facing your own character makes you wonder why you used your pen on paper, why you let your fingers tap against the keys, to make her destiny so horrible. Maybe it’s true after all that writers are the most evil of them all.

For the first time, you truly feel like the villain.

“Why are your hands shaking, maid?!” Her tone is clipped, sharp and venomous. You wince, and she rips her own strands away from your grasps with a huff, doing it herself.

“I-I’m sorry.” You jump back, grabbing fistfuls of your skirt and downcasting your head, bottom lip quivering. You lack the courage to look her in her eyes, but she does not.

“—Your highness,” she corrects.

“Your highness.” You nod. “I’m sorry, your highness.”

A sigh spills from her pretty lips and her fingers work her locks, braiding it tightly without a single piece loose. “Soon, it’ll be princess. And one day, you’ll have to call me Empress.”

There’s a silence. She gazes at you through the mirror and her body softens. “Y/N,” the lady calls you quietly, “look at me.”

With hesitance, you lift your chin, locking your gaze upon her.

“You don’t have to be afraid. Be at ease.” A tiny smile graces her lips, and she nods at you, gentler and becoming almost a maternal presence. “There was no need for you to apologize.”

“I—”

“And there’s no need for you to call me such a title, at least when we’re alone.” Supposedly, you grew up together, practically sisters at this point. But you feel like you know her on a deeper level. You wrote her, you know all her emotions and experiences, you created her.

In a way, you are her.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been harsh to you.” She drapes her braids behind her back, hands folded into her lap. “Things have been getting out of hand at the palace. I haven’t been feeling well.”

“There’s no need for you to apologize to me, your highness.” You’re compelled to speak to her as delicately as you can, afraid that the fragile girl will shatter in your hands. She is no less than your age but has lived through more than five lifetimes worth of pain. At least, that’s what you’ve written her as.

You step forward, raising your hands to do her hair again, at least to the best of your abilities.

There’s a quiet and peaceful moment, the morning air seeping through the open window, the birds swooping across the azure sky and chirping their lively lullabies. The sun gleams down, rays pouring through the paper walls and a sort of serenity fills your soul.

“Do you think he’ll ever love me?”

Lady Yeonhwa stares at you carefully through the mirror. It’s a test, a deliberate question. But her gaze tells that she already knows too much about your own inner feelings.

“The crown prince.” She clarifies, “Min Yoongi.”

You swallow down the thick lump in your throat. “I’m not sure.”

“Love is fickle. At least that’s what my mother told me all my life. It’s what she told me before we came here.”

You don’t know what to say to her, how to make things better, how to lessen the agony that is to come. Sure, you’re not attached to this universe, you don’t shoulder any real responsibilities, there’s no need to feel any guilt. But you cannot bear to hurt her, the person who is all too real in front of you.

“So are humans,” you add on hesitantly, wondering if it’s right to speak up when she’s in the middle of voicing her own worries. “A-are you ready?” Your cotton-filled mouth manages to stumble something coherent out, though you wince at the next words. “To marry Min Yoongi.”

“I don’t have a choice, ready or not. It is my duty to marry him.” Anything less of that would ruin her reputation, soil her family name. After all, her own family was the one who forced her into this position, and they would never accept her back if anything else happened. It’s a life of suffering. “I cannot run away.”

You speak nothing, uttering no syllables. Merely, you force your fingers to stop quivering and you fix her up-do as best as you can before she takes over, polishing the flyaways and sitting back when you place the pins back into her tightly knotted strands.

Once it’s complete, you step away.

Lady Yeonhwa is the one that parts her lips to whisper first- “Y/N, have I wronged you in any way?”

Your blood runs to ice. “Pardon?”

The young girl turns in her seat, eyes desperately reading yours. “I’ve been gracious to you since the day you set foot into our manor. We lived together, grew up together. I shared the same bed as you for many years, and we learnt how to read, write, together. I love you like a sister born from the same parents and I know lately, lately, we haven’t been as close. I’ve been distant to you, cold, but let me make one request.”

She drops down to her knees. Your eyes widen. If you knew anything about this girl that you created with your own hands and thoughts, it’s that she never begged anyone.

“Lady Yeonhwa—”

“I have no one.” She faces the ground. “My parents, my brothers, they’ve all left me. I’ve been sold to the royal family and I know it won’t take long before I’ll be thrown away again. He’ll find a million other concubines in place of me. I’m nothing but a pawn, but…but, Y/N, I—”

There’s scattered footsteps outside of the door, rattling the frame. “The Crown Prince awaits.”

The doors burst open and it’s Min Yoongi, the person you’ve been waiting for.

Except, this time, you don’t want to be taken away by him. Still, he marches forward, without giving the other woman in the room a single glance, grabbing onto your wrist and leading you outside. “W-wait—” you stutter, but he stops you.

“We need to talk, Y/N. Like, now.”

The four guards don’t ask any questions, even if he’s of royal status, personally talking to a lowly maid like you. In the story, he’s the prince and his word is final. And as you’re dragged away, you turn your head one last time, catching a glimpse of Yeonhwa, how she’s still bowing on the ground and how tears have begun to trickle from her lash line. The doors shut.

“Thank God you’re here.” Once he’s lead you to the secluded gardens, Yoongi turns and embraces your body, pulling you close until your chest is pressed against his. A broken gasp spills from your lips and your hands tremble, lifting to return the touch, grasping at him.

You clutch him close, like he’s your only lifeline. Your nose digs into the crook of his neck and you hold back a heart wrenching sob. One question rings inside your mind: why is it so difficult to have him close to you?

“I missed you,” he murmurs and you nod, weakly humming a single note.

You were taken away so abruptly from him. One moment, his eyes had grown wide when you grabbed a hold of the collar of his shirt, and the next, you had dissipated from his grasps. As disappointing as it is to Yoongi for leaving the wonderful world of Hogwarts, there are more pressing matters at hand.

“I missed you too.” It stings when you pull away, an itch underneath your flesh that screams for you to hold onto him before he’s taken from you.

You both face each other and a smile finds its way up your lips when you see how well he is in this place. He looks healthy, dressed adequately, hat and blue robes with the emblem of a dragon on his clothes. In contrast, you are the complete opposite, weak and feeble. Yoongi could feel your bones when he hugged you close and to see you in such a state, it’s painful.

“Y/N—” He holds your hand, his furrowed brows marring his face. “We…..I...I’m getting married in a few hours.”

You suck in a breath, swallowing down the thick lump in your throat. “I know.”

“Well, we need to think of something now. Fictional or not, I can’t marry someone I don’t know.” His voice is quiet but urgent, stressed with a hint of panic. He sweeps your blank features, confused as to your strange composure. “We need to run away.”

You and Yoongi, it would never work. At least, not in this universe. It was far too forbidden.

You tear your gaze away. “We can’t.”

“What do you mean we can’t? What are we supposed to do then? What is the ending supposed to be?” When you don’t respond, he begins to piece it together himself. In his historical setting, if you’re a maid, and he’s a prince-

“I’m right, aren’t I? We need to run away together.”

You shake your head, letting go of him to ball your fists together. “I...can’t do that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Give me a good reason why not.”

“This entire time, we’ve been doing things without any major consequences. We had no responsibilities, not attachments, no empathy but that girl in there.” You stare into his eyes, unwavering and you point back to the small home. “That girl that you’re supposed to marry, I can’t hurt her like I’m supposed to.”

He doesn’t understand. “What?”

“She...she’s important to me.” His gaze becomes too much and you turn away, facing the endless sky that seems more like a prison and less like freedom. “I..I wrote her after my first breakup. She is everything that I’ve always wanted to be. She’s the reason why I became serious about writing. She is the first character that my heart ever ached for and I...I can’t hurt her like I planned.”

“So, what are we supposed to do? Are you going to watch me marry her? Are we going to be stuck in this universe?” His stare bores holes into your skin. Yoongi’s voice nearly gives out as it drops into a murmur. “Are you going to give up on me so easily?”

You sigh. “Yoongi.”

“Y/N, I...I—” His features are contorted into distress. It seems like there’s something he wants to say, something that he’s been craving and aching to let loose, but he’s unable to let it tumble out. “Never mind. Just...think about what to do then. We still have some time.”

Without much else, he spins around and leaves. His entourage of guards and other servants soon follow and you watch as his silhouette fades into the environment. For some reason, your chest twinges in a dull pain.

It seems like no matter what choice you make, it’s bound to hurt someone.

Anger pulsates through his veins. Each of his strides carries a heavy weight, booming against the gravel and then the floorboards. The servants bow their heads lower, affected by the darker aura of the crown prince. Min Yoongi does not understand you and he never will.

After all you’ve both been through, the countless realms and circumstances, the strife and fight to return to reality, you were so ready to throw away. But he finds himself less furious and more frustrated—the expression written across your visage is one that he has never witnessed before.

He has known you for years, pulled apart the meaning of your earnest words written in the most lonely of times, been by your side through lifetimes, but he does not know you. Truly.

The man has never known your tears, your sadness, your suffering. He only knows of your rage and the small glimpses of happiness. And to see you in such a state, broken and weary, tired and drained, he is frustrated to the point of ire. There is nothing he can do, no way to mend your wounds.

“Your highness,” a croaking voice interrupts his trance, and he turns towards the elder speaking. The guards stand down and Yoongi supposes the stranger must be a royal advisor of sorts. “Why do you appear so grim? Do you not know today is your wedding celebration?”

He scoffs. “No, it isn’t.”

An amused smile takes place on the old man’s lips, and he settles down on the stone bench by the tree of the courtyard. “But it clearly is. Tonight, you will wed to Lady Yeonhwa and the country will be united again. Eventually, she will become your empress and bear a son who will someday be crowned Emperor as well.”

The way this elder smiles, a mischievous glint in his irises, the corners of his lips turned upwards, it reminds Yoongi of his boss, Jeon Jungkook. But the latter man was never this eloquent and astute despite having a full time job as the head of a publishing company. The young kid was always a bit erratic and panicked, rather than composed. Even so, the man before Yoongi just seems to echo his boss uncannily.

Yoongi doesn’t care about this universe. Unlike you, he has no connection or attachments to these people and as unprincely as it may be, he continues to himself, brash and angry.

“I won’t marry her, whoever she is. Why should I?” He inhales a sharp breath. “I don’t love her.”

The advisor stares at him. “Then who do you love?”

There’s a silence.

“Love is indeed fickle.” The elder says, looking up towards the cirrus clouds and soaking in the sunlight through his wrinkled skin, skin that has touched thunderstorms and hurricanes, blizzards and scorching droughts. “It changes and alters with time. You can grow to love someone, fall out of love with someone, learn to utilize love as a weapon. How do you think it’s possible to that matrimony can unify countries, make one stronger and prevent warfare?”

“You will learn to love Lady Yeonhwa. Over time, the partnership can easily alter into affection and infatuation. It’s your duty to marry her — for the better of our people and the kingdom.” The elder smiles at the grimacing prince whose patience is running thin. “You are no ordinary boy. You are the prince. Your selfish wants must be sacrificed.” He chuckles and somehow it oddly reminds Yoongi of someone familiar, “You’ve probably heard this all your life, haven’t you?”

“But child, to me, you are not simply bounded to your noble title. You are a boy I have tended to since the dawn of time. You are Min Yoongi.” The call of his name has his attention snapped back into focus. In the short time he’s been in this place, no one has called him directly, except for you and now, this old man who stares directly into his eyes in an unwavering and unsettling manner.

“And if you make no mistake and truly bear the feelings of love towards another, take it before it’s gone and hold it close to you. While love cannot overcome all barriers, it makes it easier to uphold to suffering, and only the universe knows how much suffering there is.”

For the most part, Yoongi is unfazed by the inspirational pep-talk by some random man that is apparently like his adopted grandfather in this realm. But there’s still a part that resonates within him, tugging his chest, and he clears his throat. “Are you suggesting I run?”

“I would never, your highness. The Emperor and Empress would immediately skin me alive and boil me upside down if I urged you to go against your duties.” There’s a playful sparkle in his irises. “I am merely speaking about your innermost feelings, am I not?”

A noncommittal noise leaves the back of Yoongi’s throat.

The advisor continues on with a mindless ramble, “There is no fault with feeling. Sometimes we are the most human when we are devoid from thought and simply feel.”

“You’re pretty wise, aren’t you, Jungkook?”

“I am,” the old man quips back at him playfully and stares at the profile of the prince as he settles down beside him. Yoongi isn’t sure which part of the question the man is responding to. “And you aren’t the boy I taught, are you?”

Yoongi’s caught off guard and the elder merely chuckles, saying nothing else.

On the other side of the palace grounds, your fingers are quick at work, knees bruised from kneeling on the ground. “Will you hurry up?!”

The head-maid barks and you fumble, tugging the fabrics tighter to hug against the lady’s body. A pained exhale leaves her lungs and you wince apologetically, trying your best to quicken your pace. The wedding attire is gorgeous, silk reds and golden flowers imprinted into the skirt and sleeves. Compared to your own clothes, you are nothing.

There are other maids, younger and older, who are swarming Yeonhwa. They fix any loose strand of hair, keeping her locks wrapped tightly against her skull with heavy pins digging into her head. Jewels and rings adorn each of her fingers, precious stones hanging off her ears. The clothes begin to drown her frame and although she is otherworldly beautiful-

“Take it off!”

She screams and shrieks, beginning to cry in front of the full-length mirror. The younger girls are startled, stepping back and immediately, the middle-aged head maid comes over in hasty steps. “My lady, we mustn't. The wedding is in a three hours, and we have to prepare.”

“I don’t care!” She begins to hyperventilate and without further instructions, you begin to undo the layers and layers. The young girl continues to have her meltdown, crying and weeping, heaving in breaths. “I need to get out of this! I need to!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you mutter, attempting to placate her. The other woman is baffled and watches as you undo the efforts of the past half-hour, calming Yeonhwa as you slowly begin to untie the laces of her corset. The court ladies try to approach you again, but know better than to go against your actions as you slowly remove layer by layer of satin and silk until Yeonhwa is left in nothing but a simple white slip dress. You even release her hair from the tight knots and braids, pulling out clips and ribbons, jewels and the daffodil flower hair pins. It helps - at least visibly, she seems to have stopped shaking.

Once she’s completely freed, she turns around to snatch your hand within her own. “I need a bath. Y/N will accompany me, do not bother us.”

None of them argue, not when they’re afraid of upsetting someone who will soon be crowned Princess, then Empress. So, she turns towards the bathhouse and you barely have the time to bow your head slightly towards the other women.

In silence, you draw her a warm bath in the wooden tub, filling it slowly, bucket by bucket. You hold her hand, coaxing her into it, and she eases, a shallow exhale spilling from her lips with the temperature of the water. As you dip your fingers in, you hiss, the heat scorching and soothing all at once.

“Are you feeling any better, your highness?” You ask gently, reaching over to dip a soft hand-towel in the water. The fabric slowly absorbs the water, and you gently drag it along the skin of the princess.

She frowns. “Don’t call me by that title,” she orders sternly before becoming gentler. “Please, not here, Y/N. If no one else, I can at least be straightforward with you.”

You nod, but she isn’t even looking at you, so you hope she takes the silence as acceptance. You don’t really know what else to say, know if bringing up the wedding, Yoongi, anything, is appropriate. It feels wrong to want to mention him. So, you keep your lips pressed firmly together as the water sloshes around her body and the tub. You lightly scrub, admiring the suppleness of her youthful skin, but at the same time, there’s a kind of pity inside you that is inerasable.

Almost, you think that the remainder of her bath will be spent in silence, but then she speaks up. “I’ve always envied you.”

It’s no slip of the tongue. It sounds like a confession, an earnest secret hidden in the depths of her mind for as long as she could muster before letting it slip out, tumbling from her mouth like vomit. She sounds pained.

You freeze. “What?”

Yeonhwa sighs, like she’s regretting ever opening her mouth. “You have everything that I don’t,” she tells you sadly. “Freedom. Hope. Love.” The final word sounds as though it’s being wretched from her throat. Sounds like a plea, a cry for help.

Coming from the soon-to-be Princess, of all people, it catches you off guard. They are words you never thought you’d hear. At least, not from her. To you, she has everything. Even Yoongi.

It’s absurd. It’s ridiculous. “But… but Yeonhwa… you’re dignified. Confident. You’re…” You’re fumbling for the right words. Yeonhwa is everything you’ve ever wanted to be, and more. “You’re beautiful.”

She scoffs bitterly. “And you think that means anything? My grace, my beauty, they are meaningless. I have no one.” You feel like you need to say something, tell her anything, but she continues without ceasing. “That won’t change. I live alone, and I will die alone. I am alone.”

It’s strange, chilling. It’s as if she’s already aware of her destiny, aware of the ending you’ve written for her. Like she knows that you’ve created her only to abandon her in the end, leave her in favor of the protagonist you’re meant to care about.

Without even realizing it, your vision has begun to blur. You find yourself kneeling on the hard stone floor as if you’re begging for her forgiveness, atoning for your sins. It’s peculiar. Strange. You feel as though you’re having an out-of-body experience, like you’re watching a mirror image of yourself. Because in a way, you are. You’ve written Yeonhwa to reflect yourself, your beliefs. That was the whole damn point. She is you, and you are her.

You had always thought you’d die alone. But watching it now, seeing your thoughts play out in front of you, it feels different. It feels like there’s something that needs changing.

“That’s not true,” you say softly, even if you can’t believe it yourself.

“How is it not, maid?” Her voice is cold, distant, emotionless.

For years, you had thought this way, felt as though you were hopelessly lost, hopelessly alone. Nobody would love you, nobody would help shoulder your hardships, your pain. No matter how many stories you create, how many characters you build and come to know, how many fantasies you construct, how many universes you see, you have always woken up alone, nothing more than a laptop beside you or a pen in your hand, the static of your screens the only noise other than the thumping in your head.

You have always been alon-

“You’re wrong,” you find yourself saying, mustering up as much courage as you can. She turns to you, a doubtful look lacing her expression. “You have me.”

You were never alone. You aren’t alone. You’ll never be alone. There has always been someone there for you, time and time again, a certain someone who broke down your door with wine in his hand, who invaded your space with minute smiles and sneaky grins, who knew you and your writing, your words, better than you ever have, who has travelled with you across galaxies, across timelines.

His name is Min Yoongi.

And you had never been on your own. Yoongi would never have let you. He’d always be there, bothering you every step of the way.

You could hardly imagine a world, at this point, where he wouldn’t be by your side.

“Y/N…” Yeonhwa says softly, trailing off into nothingness.

“And you deserve love, Yeonhwa. More than you know,” you tell her firmly, blinking away the water in your eyes as you reach over to embrace her, pulling her in tight. The droplets on her back seep into the thin fabric that covers your body but you can’t find it in you to care. “Never give up on that. It’s waiting for you, you know? It’s out there. You have me, so don’t think, for even a second, that you’re alone. I’ll always be here.”

She grins softly, mostly to herself. “And what happens when you leave?”

Yeonhwa knows.

“I’ll still be here,” you promise, and it’s a promise you can keep but only because you’ve hand-stitched this world together, built it brick by brick. You know it like the back of your hand, have walked through space and time in these universes. Even though you’ll vanish, watch your surroundings disintegrate before your eyes, you know she’ll never forget you. You know that your presence will remain, long after you do not.

“No matter where you or I go, I’ll always be right by your side,” you tell her.

Yeonhwa chuckles to herself softly, shaking her head. “How is it that I can believe you so easily?”

“Because it’s true,” you solemnly vow. “I’ll never leave you.”

Yeonhwa hums to herself, like she’s thinking of what to say next. Maybe your characters, Yeonhwa and this maid, have grown up together, watched each other mature into the young ladies you are now, but you, you as a person, as a traveller, you feel like you have a greater connection. You forged her out of your own insecurities, molded together a character that is everything you’ve ever wanted and everything you’ve ever been. Being with her is like being with you, a version of you that you are slowly beginning to realize, has it all wrong. You wish you could go back in time, tell yourself that you aren’t alone, that there will always be somebody by your side. Being with her is like watching your insecurities blossom into a real human being, a girl who is just as scared as you once were, and now, you want to fix that.

“Then go.”

“What?” You inquire, looking into her deep brown eyes. “Go?”

You pull away from her, but not because you’ve been repelled, or because she’s told you to. You can recall the original ending—remember how Yeonhwa is supposed to turn bitter and resentful, hatred overwhelming her once forgiving being, but in present time, her soft smile says nothing of the sort. In fact, it appears to be the opposite.

“There’s no one I would rather be happy for than you,” she admits. “You love him, don’t you?”

You don’t even have to say his name to know who she’s talking about.

Slowly, you find yourself nodding.

“If what you say is true, then I suppose I have no reason to be lonely,” she tells you, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. She’s letting both you and the only person she once believed would ever grow to love her go?

That wasn’t part of the original script.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” you mutter out, unable to formulate something better to say. You feel as though you at least owe her an apology for writing her like this, for letting her turn into someone who can hardly see the color in a rainbow. You have no other words, nothing but sympathy for her, for a girl that once was meant to mirror you but no longer does.

She shakes her head. “No need to apologize. Go to Yoongi. He must be waiting for you.”

“Don’t you want help with draining your bath?” You ask, a final offer for any extra help. It’s sort of like a last request, like the last line in this chapter of your life.

She sighs, perfectly content with wading in the water until someone else comes and orders her return. Finally, she is at peace. “I’m alright.”

You nod, getting up and dusting off your cotton dress. There are no more words left to say, not as you open the door to her room to begin your a new quest to find him.

“Y/N?” She calls out. You turn around, meeting her eyes for a final time. She beams. “Thank you.”

It sounds like she’s not only thanking you for teaching her to love herself, she’s thanking you for being there. For creating her, for allowing her to live truly and freely and independently. You grin in response before walking from the room, letting the door shut softly behind you.

It turns out, finding the man in question isn’t as difficult as you thought it would be.

The grand palace grounds are a maze in and of themselves but nothing far from Hogwarts and it isn’t confusing to navigate considering there’s a horde of people surrounding the crown prince. They’re all trying to placate him, following along like tiny minions as he paces the courtyard, refusing to put on any wedding attire or even nibble on any of the food that’s to be served in the evening.

“Your highness,” one of the men bows his head and speaks gruffly, “the Empress will not be happy if you don’t begin your wedding preparations.”

“I don’t care,” he growls out, snapping back at them with the stringency of Mafia Leader Yoongi that you still remember. The memory brings a slight smile to your face and you take a step forward from the shadows.

“Yoon—”

Before you can even call his name, you’re being yanked back. “What do you think you��re doing, maid?!”

A man has ripped you back, practically screaming in your face and his spit splattering on your skin. Once the guard takes a good look at you, his grip loosens. “Wait a minute, aren’t you the personal servant of Lady Yeonhwa? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”

“I..uh—”

You’re scared, a little stunned and unnerved that you’ll be taken some place elsewhere that someone of your status would belong, dragged far from Yoongi who’s waiting for you only a few paces away. But there’s not a chance to make a squeak in front of the looming guard or plead your case, not when there’s a ear-shattering shout.

“Y/N!” He saw you. There’s no reason to be afraid. It’s okay to trust him. “Let her go this instant, you idiot!”

The guard is shocked from the prince’s vulgarities and immediately jumps back, releasing his hold on you. The parade of attendants and officiants barely get to trail after him as Yoongi marches up to you, a stupidly happy grin spreading across his face. “Y/N! Finally! I was waiting for you. Is everything alright?”

“It’s fine.” You smile meekly, lowering your head as the crowd of men are staring daggers into your form. Yoongi seems to sense your unease almost instinctively, and he turns around with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you all still standing here?!” He hisses with his ultimate pissed-off-bitch-resting-face and it causes you to stifle back a laugh. It seems like Yoongi’s ran out of patience with the overbearing servants. “Can’t you see I’m trying to have a private conversation?!”

“But your highness,” one of them pipes up out of desperation, “We really, really need to get you prepared for the wedding. There’s a lot to do and you haven’t even gotten dressed—”

All it takes is for Yoongi to glare.

His dark brown eyes almost turn black, a muscle in his cheek twitching, his jaw clenching and teeth grating together. They scatter immediately, some reluctant and others out of fear.

Finally, you’re left with alone with Yoongi.

It takes a second for you to regain full consciousness of your surroundings. You’re gazing at him with a new-found perspective, a sort of appreciation for his presence even if he annoys you to no end and likes to provoke you for his enjoyment. You have an urge to reach up and kiss his cheek. But of course, you haven’t lost all your brain cells…yet.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No.” You shake your head. “It’s just your ugliness is really showing today.”

His eye twitches and you hold back your giggle, ultimately failing. “Don’t blame me if I end up punching you in the face.”

“Hey, I’m just kidding, you know.” You hit him in a playful manner, one that would probably get your hand severed off by a guillotine if anyone else were to witness in this universe. But alas, this is not a poor maid and the crown prince. It’s you and Yoongi.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and grinning. The pair of you are put at ease for the first time since being in this place. It finally feels like its return back to normal, the little banters and quips, the endless teasing that feels more playful than before when malice was laced in every other syllable.

“Did you think of a solution yet?” Yoongi asks. “These people are really insistent and it’s driving me up the goddamn wall. I really don’t want to marry someone, Y/N. I know it’s fictional and all that but it still feels weird. If I get tied to them, I swear if they come back to our ‘reality’ and they haunt me, I’m seriously going to kill y—”

“Let’s run.”

“Run?” His infamous gummy grin returns, plastering across his face like the fool that he is. “Are you sure? Thought you were against my idea. So, I guess this is my chance to say ‘I told you so’?”

You snort, beginning to pull him along, opposite of the courtyard and into an empty hallway. “Shut up, dork.”

“Do you even know where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

He laughs but still trusts you to lead the way. It works for a while, navigating the grounds and deflecting any of the noble guests who have come for the ceremony. You even catch the Empress at some point, a distinguished older woman that is supposedly is Yoongi’s mother in this realm and you make sure to sprint in the opposite direction.

“We just need to find a horse or a carriage or something.” You vaguely remember the details of the ending, just that you needed to escape but going by feet would certainly be futile. “Do you—”

Suddenly, Yoongi tugs you in towards his chest, hugging you close and spinning his body around to hide behind a wooden pillar. You make muffled noises against the palm of his hand, something along the lines of ‘what the fuck’ but he reaches down, shushing you against your ear and his breath against your nape has you sealing your lips.

“Have you seen the crown prince?!”

“No! Where did he go?! The Emperor is calling for him!”

“He was just talking to the maid girl, and then they both disappeared when we turned around!”

“What the—” There’s a pause and their steps get closer. You gulp, trying to steal a peek but Yoongi doesn’t let you, shuffling your bodies away from the naggy attendants. “Well search for him quickly and quietly! If it gets out that the groom is missing, there’s gonna be big trouble!”

“Oh dear, oh dear!” There are notes of panic within their voices but it thankfully fades off.

Once it becomes silent, Yoongi wraps his hand around yours, lacing his fingers together. He takes one glance both ways and the two of you book it. You do your best to keep your steps quiet, huffs leaving your mouth as you rip down hallways and the outside, hiding in the shadows, past guards and guests alike. There’s already music being played to welcome the nobility, drums and a wooden flute, a singer using their powerful vocals in a trot style.

And eventually, by sheer chance and luck, an opening is seen.

“Hey, Y/N,” he whispers while you’re both hidden behind a tree. “Can you ride a horse?”

“No.” You look at him. “Can you?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nadda.”

Well shit. But there’s no other choice, no possible solution, at least not when he decides there’s no more discussion needed and begins to pull you out into broad daylight.

Instantly, a guard is hopping onto the scene, shouting, “Hey!”

The two female aristocrats gasp. “Is that Prince Yoongi?!” And they’re more appalled that he’s touching a dirty, lowly maid like you. But there’s no time to think.

It’s absolute mayhem.

One second, you have a fistful of your dress, sprinting full speed and the next, Yoongi’s lead you to climb on top of the horse. The coachman was shoved to the ground, landing with an ‘oof’ and saying no more as he watched the prince struggle to clamber up after you.

“Hee-yah!” The man behind you whips the reins but the horse doesn’t move, still munching on some grass that he found on the side of the dirt road. “Hee-yah! Move, you fucking animal!”

“Yelling it is not gonna help!” You shout back at him in panic and pet the creature with a gentle hand, attempting to coax it. “Giddy up, horsey.”

Still, the pony tortures you both, standing as still as a statue, fluffy tail whirling in the air like the blades of a mini-helicopter

“Prince Yoongi!” There are more shouts, guards who rush over with spears and the entire horde of stubby servants and minion attendants are hysterically chasing after the two of you. “Prince Min Yoongi! Crown Prince Yoongi! Please! Your father is looking for you! The wedding! The wedding—!”

“Come on, come on!” Yoongi says, trying his very best to egg the horse on before the palace staff catch up. “Move, goddamnit! Move!”

The servants are shrieking. The attendants are scampering. They get closer and closer while the guests are still shell-shocked from his vulgarities, merely watching the chaos. But as the guard with their pointed weapons approach, suddenly, the horse puffs out air through its nose.

A fingertips reach away from snatching you, the horse begins to dart.

You nearly break your neck, getting whiplash and Yoongi screams behind you, holding the reins and his other arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling. The old horse on the other hand is free from dragging along a two hundred pound carriage and tears through the dirt roads, past guards and servants who shout after Yoongi on the top of their lungs.

The wild animal kicks down the small red gate doors and bounds towards the empty, open road towards the forest.

The palace is left behind you.

A giggle spills from your lips and eventually, you have the courage to loosen your grip from the animal. The wind weaves into your hair, kissing against your cheeks and reddening them with the rush. It’s glorious.

Yoongi doesn’t seem to think the same. “Wh...at t..he f-fuck—” He’s let you take the reins, instead, holding you with both his arms, his eyes shut tight in fear and his head hiding in the crook of your neck.

You cackle and shout above the whistling winds, “Should we go faster, Min?!”

“No!” He cries softly into your skin, “Stop teasing me!”

“I think we’re gonna need to go faster!” You whip the reins, laughing and taking a look back to make sure a new mob of guards aren’t hot on your heels. Thankfully, it seems like you’re safe for now. “I just robbed the groom from the alter, I want to make sure I don’t get caught!”

He lightly pinches your side, causing another fit of giggles from you. “I’m seriously going to kill you when I get off this thing!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

Who knows how long you’re galloping into the wilderness for, horse’s hooves marking into the dirt, causing a puff of dust to be left behind in your trail. The forest becomes thicker until the path has diminished into grass and the trees are all you see, canopies covering the evening sky and orange light filtered through the lush greenery. You eventually slow down, stopping to a halt a little ways off.

You jump off the creature, barely with Yoongi’s iron grip still around you. With a hand held up high, he pouts before he takes it, hopping off too. You pet the horse, running your fingers through its mane and thanking it for taking you so far. It even nuzzles into you, causing a snickering laugh to leave your chest and Yoongi watches, waiting patiently.

“What’s the plan, princess?”

It’s an ironic pet name considering your current status but you don’t mind. Hand-in-hand, you’re walking through the bushes on the forest floor and you take a moment to steal a glimpse of Yoongi, smiling. “We run a little bit more before they can catch up. You trust me?”

He returns the smile. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

There’s one more exchanged laughter and then you’re leaping through the forest, following lights and listening to the birds. Any sounds created by other humans fade into nature’s background and soon, you’ve found yourself at a clearing, an open field that will lead you to the border of the country.

It’s freedom.

Yoongi clasps his palm tight against yours. You intertwine your fingers together, laughing and making the last sprint. He follows alongside you, giddy with excitement and holding you close to him. While he abandons his dutiful matrimony, a new promise of marriage is on the horizon.

The ending to the story is finally fulfilled and the universe morphs to white.

Writers notes: Once again, please feel free to message me or gukyi at any time!! Any message is worthwhile. The next part will be posted over at gukyi’s blog, so, check out her awesome-sauce stuff!

CO-WRITTEN WITH @gukyi

#bts fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi angst #bts scenario #bts scenarios #i'd like to think of this series as an elevator #ever chapter and every world we go up another level #anyways i think the next chapter is my favourite one!!! WOO!!

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goddessofthundathighs · 6 years ago

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Hoe Ass Erik: The Expensive Little Bitch

Pairings: MIT/ Dom!Erik x Black OC

Warning: NSFW; Daddy Kink; Orgasm Denial; Bondage

Word Count: 2,000

Erik arrived at BOA promptly at 6:30 and made his way to the private dining area Hennessy had reserved. He observed the other couples seated in the space before his eyes fell on her. She was one of the most beautiful and expensive looking women he had ever laid eyes. What exactly does an expensive woman look like, you ask? She was wearing a red leather Alexander McQueen pencil skirt paired with the matching secretary blouse, black and white polka dot Louboutin pumps, and a red leather Birkin bag. To say that she was breathtaking is an understatement.

“Excuse me, miss, is this seat taken?” he asks in a teasing manner.

“It is actually, so unless you’ve come to take my order, you can remove yourself from my presence,” the expensive little bitch spoke, not taking her eyes from her menu.

Erik quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nah, I ain’t ya waiter ma, and if I’m not mistaken, your lonely ass wanted my dick.”

The brashness of his voice made the expensive little bitch tear her eyes from the menu to see who would dare talk to her in such a way. Her mouth nearly watered at the sight of him.

“Erik! I’m sorry, I did —“

He put a finger up to silence her.

“You good ma, just don’t let it happen again if you know what’s good for you,” he responded, taking his seat at the table. He already knew enough about her, thanks to the biography and list of kinks Henny had provided for him.

Jaelyn Greer, or Jae for short, was a trust fund baby with a lengthy list of sugar daddies at her disposal, but she had grown bored. All they wanted was to dote on her and give her everything her tiny heart desired, and while that was perfectly fine with her, she wanted more. She was a brat in every sense of the word and needed to be put in her place. Deciding to test Erik and his threat, she continued with her behavior.

“And who exactly do you think you are?” she asks incredulously. “Yes I did seek you out, but I haven’t paid you yet so you might wanna watch your damn tone before I send ya dusty ass home with blue balls!” she snapped. STRIKE 1

Erik only chuckled in response. They were sitting in close enough proximity that he could easily slip his fingers under her skirt, but he decided to play it cool for now.

“Aight, Ms. Greer, let’s reel this back in. First off, you’re right, you haven’t paid me yet, but I GUARANTEE by the end of the night you’ll be throwing dollars at me. He hooked his index finger into her blouse and pulled her close to his face. Second and most importantly, if we’re gonna do this I need to make one thing clear: you don’t run shit, you aren’t in control of shit, and if you raise your voice at me one more time, I WILL take your little bratty ass over my knee right here in this restaurant and you won’t cum not one time tonight. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she responds immediately.

“Good girl, I didn’t even have to tell you my name,” he replied smugly.

As dinner progressed the two settled into comfortable banter. They discussed her kinks as well as limits and the price she was willing to pay. This date would cost her $10,000 and she was hoping that the shit was worth it. Confident in the fact that Erik seemed to be amused by her innocent, yet bratty demeanor, she decides to test the waters again.

“You remind me of this one nigga I know,” she says, amused at the similarities between Erik and a certain patchy bearded celebrity.

“Oh word?” Erik asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yea. He does the escort shit too, but he don’t really fuck with black girls,” she says matter of factly. STRIKE 2

“Aye, don’t compare me to that nigga!” Erik replied harshly. Henny was always teasing him about how their beards had the same little patch and how their fingers were the same size.

Jae tries her hardest to stifle a laugh at Erik’s annoyance.

“Oh, that’s funny to you, little girl?” Erik asked caressing the top of her thigh before delivering a harsh smack to it.

He ignored the stares they received from the other couples as well as the hungry look in Jae’s eyes and the pair continued their evening in comfortable silence.

As they made their way to Jae’s limo, she couldn’t resist the urge to press his buttons one last time. He had given her a taste of his dominant side and the expensive little bitch was aching for more.

“Why you so damn aggressive?” she asks as he not so gently helps her into the back seat. “Overcompensating for something?” she asks, eyes traveling directly to his crotch. STRIKE 3

She knew she had fucked up when she saw the sinister look in his eyes. Erik slips into the limo beside her and turns his attention to her driver, Charlie.

“Charlie, this partition is soundproof, correct?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Stevens,” Charlie responds, oblivious to the danger his boss is in.

“Perfect,” Erik responds, before pressing the button to close them away from Charlie.

In an instant Erik has Jae across his lap, both arms secured in his left hand while his right hand is delivering harsh smacks to her ass. She mentally chastised herself for opting not to wear panties on the date, but she knew what she had signed up for.

“I tried to warn ya little disrespectful ass about testing me,” he says in between smacks.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted a nigga to put you in your place tonight, huh?”

Her words were caught in her throat. She wanted desperately to answer him but she was too focused on the pleasure she was receiving.

*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*

Both Erik and Jae could feel the heat collecting between her thighs. This nigga was really about to make her cum from spanking.

“Who’s my expensive little bitch?” he asks, rubbing her ass to soothe the stings.

“I am Daddy,” she eagerly responds, teetering on the cusp of her orgasm.

Erik’s ministrations was abruptly stop once they arrive at Jae’s condo.

He lifts her off his lap and the pair make their way into the space.

Jae leads Erik to her lavish bedroom and instructs him to sit on the bed while she changes.

When she re-emerges, she’s clad in only a gold emerald collar and black patent leather So Kate pumps.

“Have you ever fucked a goddess, Erik?” she asks, attempting to regain control of this arrangement.

“Nah, but you about to get some royal dick,” he responds, grabbing her by the wrists and tossing her on the bed like a rag doll. He had been eying the handcuffs on the nightstand since he entered the room and decided to put them to use. He grabs both wrists and secures them behind her back.

“You’ve been testing me all night, Ms. Greer,” Erik says lowly into her ear. Her body tenses as he begins to trail kisses down her spine. “You obviously don’t think that I’ll fuck you to the edge of consciousness, bring you back, and do it all over again. Is that what it is, ma?” he asks, stopping at the junction of her thighs.

“You talking all this shit, yet you’re still fully clothed. Maybe I should’ve hooked up with ya girl Shy instead. Whatchu waiting for, daddy,” the extra emphasis she adds to the word elicits an immediate reaction. He produces the satin scarf from his pocket and secures it around her mouth.

“You talk to fucking much! If I hear one peep outta you, you’ll regret it,” he threatens before diving headfirst into her wetness.

Jae tried hard to contain herself, but the man knew how to work his tongue. He alternated between long licks up her slit and quick flicks on her clit. With each roll of his tongue he felt her clenching around him.

“You close babygirl?” he teased.

She nodded her head in response, eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“Aww, that’s too bad,” he responds ceasing all movements.

She groaned loudly in annoyance. His left hand delivered a hard smack to her ass while his right hand grabbed a generous amount of her twists.

“Got some shit to say lil girl?” he asks menacingly. She shakes her head vigorously.

“Nah, you look like you got a problem. Maybe I should go get Shy and let her finish you off,” he says before moving to get off the bed.

“No, no, no!” she screams through her makeshift gag. Erik wished he could frame the look of desperation on her face. He inserted two fingers into her wetness and watched her body writhe beneath him. Sensing her orgasm building again, he removes his fingers once more.

“ERIK PLEASE!” she screamed out, tears pouring down her cheeks.

He chuckled lowly.

“You know you cute as shit when you begging, Jae,” he says removing his pants and the scarf.

“You want this dick, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me,” she whines.

Erik rolled on the condom and wasted no time diving into her slickness. He usually gave his partners time to adjust to just size, but Jae needed to be punished. He wanted to puncture her cervix with his length and leave her a shaking, moaning mess beneath him. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. It had been building since she first laid eyes on him and it felt damn good to release.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum,” Ms. Greer, Erik hissed.

“Oh fuck” she thought to herself.

Erik removed her cuffs before roughly flipping her on her back.

“Now we’re gonna try this again. I’m about to wreck ya shit & you better not cum without my permission, got it?”

She nodded her head sheepishly. Unsatisfied with her answer, Erik smacked the top of both of her thighs.

“Words baby girl,” he said, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Yes daddyyyyyy,” she whines as he enters her for the second time without warning. The sounds of her screams and their bodies slapping filled the room. Erik would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the way she felt wrapped around him as though he were her savior. She looked almost ethereal coming undone beneath him. Much like the goddess she claimed to be.

He pounded into her relentlessly, chasing both of their orgasms.

“Open your eyes, Jae,” Erik cooed. “I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum for me.”

Jae opened her eyes and something within her snapped. Just the sight of him, brows furrowed and dreads a mess atop of his head, was her undoing. She came harder than she ever had before, singing praises to the heavens above for this beautiful man and his devil dick. Erik found his release shortly after her. After cleaning the two of them up, Erik tucked the expensive little bitch into bed before ordering an Uber home.

“Hey there lover boy,” Henny called to him from the kitchen. Erik only grunted in acknowledgement before heading to his room.

The next morning, he woke to find her already awake and making breakfast.

“I take it your date went well,” she said, sitting his plate in front of him.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” he responded, taking a bite of bacon.

“Great. You might wanna get some rest though,” she replied, barely containing her laughter.

“Why is that?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Because, on top of the $10,000 for last night, she just dropped an extra $100,000 to keep you for the rest of the week.”

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allstarsstorymode867 · 6 years ago

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“Tomorrow Will Be Better Than The Last...” [Prequel of All-Stars -Story Mode-]

[WARNING: This will contained spoilers about my Pyro’s gender, you are warned]

[FINISHED]

Engineer had been up late on his work on his building, he yawned but he wanted to finished the new sentry for tomorrow’s next King of The Hill, one of the War Games that is known in Gravel War in all of the Badlands.

“Aw hell...” He muttered as he took the googles off but half-way stopping to his forehead to rub his temples. “Engie?” A soft shy female voice perked up that made Dell turned around to see who it was.

“Yeah?”

“You’ve been up late, don’t you think it’s time to sleep?” The voice softly questioned, Engineer only turned his head back to the building with a groan. “Ah’d can’t, Ah can’t let the BLU Spy...” but he couldn’t seem to finished his sentence as he lowered his head onto the desk as the figure walked over to her dear teammate with a pillow and blanket in her hands.

Like on autopilot, she took the hardhat and goggles off of him and placed them aside him before lifting his head up just a little bit to place the pillow under him and let’s it land on it with a flop.

Then she placed the blanket onto his back and shoulders before kissing him good night. ��Py...”

“Just sleep Engie, tomorrow will be better than the last.”

“Alright... ‘Night, Pyro...” he snored, Pyro smiled through her deep red brunt mark done to her face before replying “Goodnight Engie.” before leaving the room.

Morning came on the canyons of the Badlands, on one canyon of Offblast as a rooster caws at the morning light, signaling that it’s time to get up and get ready.

Everyone does so, getting dress, cleaning their knives off of the blood and reloading and gathering the ammo for them. All but Demoman who had slept through the morning call like a rock after drinking himself with Scrumpy in his room last night. It was somewhat peaceful until-

*DING!!DING!!DING!!DING!!DING!!*

Soldier walks on top of the RED base with riding crop in hand, he stood there as he declared “Attention soldiers! Get in positions, you’ll be late for war!”

Eight mercenaries scrambled all over each other as the alarm kept ringing as red lights flashing all the while Soldier is barking out “Left, right! Right! Left! Right! Left! On your right and on Demoman’s left!” before turning his attention towards the Scout and said “Get over to your position, son.” before hitting him on the rear end with the crop, making Scout squeal in pain.

“Discipline! Order!” Soldier said while Pyro, who is now dressed with a gas mask and fire-proof asbestos-lined suit, gently pushed Spy out of the way and then lets Engineer get in line as the Spy scoffs and Soldier saying “Sun Tzu wouldn’t want his men to be lazy or careless in the heat of the battle! When the horn blows out its call of duty and you must be ready to charge in to attack!”

“Soldier, please” Medic said first, “Zhey just wanted to make sure zhat ve’re ready for zhe today’s mission.” as Soldier looked at him with a glare, “How dare you German,” he rebuked, “Talking back to your superior leader of the team!”

“The mission begins in 30 seconds.”

Engineer looked up when the Administrator said that as others did the same, looking over to Soldier and ushered “Soldier, it’s gonna begin soon, get in line.” over to Soldier who heard him and said “Alright.” as he mushed himself between Heavy and Scout in line as Scout was shoved out of the way,

“The mission begins in 10 seconds.”

“Now be strong in battle and laugh at the face of danger, Private.” Soldier whispered to the Heavy who is holding his minigun, leaning over to Medic and said “We go together, Doktor.” as Medic looked over him before nodding.

“5... 4... 3... 2... 1...”

Then the alarm called out it’s siren as metal chain-link doorway opened up, Soldier yelled out “Give ‘em hell, boys!” and ran out of the door first as others ran out with him.

BLU Team are look-a-likes as the RED Team but wearing blue-colored uniforms that are the same as their’s as they too prepared to fight.

It started out as usual, the air is filling with the sounds of gunfire, rockets, explosions and screams of pain and agony. It’s nothing special, really but they didn’t seemed to realized that all of that, the war games or to each other. It’s all about to change and this time it’s isn’t Merasmus the Magician or robots.

It’s different, so different this time.

A Glitched Disembodied Lady’s Voice softly cackled so poisonous “They're perfect for my little game of life...”

(From Team Fortress 2 [4] wallpaper and Wallpaperplay)

“Perfect for my BIG game of a Battle Royale...!” before laughed so vile as Evil itself will only describe.

-Later on...-

Engineer is finishing up getting his sentry to Level 3, then a familiar zap and buzz of his Dispenser after being sapped by the sapper, the AM/FM Ultra-Sapper, is the default building weapon for the Spy. It is a small electric generator inscribed 'ELECTRO-SAPPER', with a carrying handle, two long yellow wires and a meter.

“Spy’s sapping mah dispenser!” Engie yelled as he begins to smack it off as the BLU Spy uncloaks himself with the Black Rose knife as he raised it into the air, ready to bring it down onto the Texan’s back as it turned for a moment.

*HACK*

A thunk of an ax to BLU Spy’s shoulder as a sheering spike of pain rushed through him, the Frenchman screamed and drops the knife down, that made the Engineer turned around as he gets out the Frontier Justice in one hand and firing a round to Spy’s head, making it exploded into a bloody splatter like a water balloon but with the water being replaced with blood and chunks of bone inside.

Both Pyro and the Engineer covered in blood, she pulled it out of the corpse and watched it dropped to the floor while the Engineer finished getting the sapper out off of the dispenser, allowing to function well again.

“Thanks Pyro.” Engineer looked at her, she mumbled “Anytime Engie.” as she places the ax on her shoulder while he turned back to fix the dispenser.

Then a sight rumble started, they both can feel it under their feet as they looked around. “What in Sam Hill....?” he asked but somehow lost the confidence to finish the question as he scratched the back of his head in confusion and fear when the Administrator begins to say “Alert! Alert! Alert!” as the alarms are beginning to sound off across Offblast.

“Engineer...” Pyro wheezed, “It’s time to go.” as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Engineer looked at her, he now knows that it’s time to abandon his buildings to get out of Offblast. “Alright then.” he muttered, “Let’s go!” he ran as Pyro followed suit to the outside of the base and saw the a dark shade of gray clouds covering up the skies. The ground bellow them rumbled more harder as they stumbled a little, nearly towards the edge of the cliff.

“W-What in What in tarnation is going on!?” Engineer said as he and Pyro catches their balance on the pillars of their base as BLU versions of Scout and Medic lost it and then fell off the canyon to their deaths. “I-I don’t know!” Pyro stuttered as bits of rubble fallen down on their heads then to the ground.

“Aaaaah!” “Mehdic!”

They looked to where RED Medic and Heavy are and they saw to their shock is Heavy holding on to the frame of the window with one hand while using the other to hold Medic from... Being sucked into the sky when a light purple and cyan glow had appeared after the clouds began swirling.

“Doc!” “Medic!”

Medic is holding on for dear life as Heavy is trying to pull them back into the base but failing in the process as the force of it is getting stronger by the minute. Then they are pulled into the sky as they screamed.

Without another word, they began running now as everything around them is falling apart. They are trying to push through the force of the wind blowing through them but as they are halfway to their base, Engineer had to grabbed onto the frame of the doorway while holding onto Pyro’s hand as the winds are getting too strong.

“Hold’ on, Matches!” Engineer yelled as he has a death grip on the door frame, Engineer then looked to see that Soldier is doing the same thing as well, hearing Scout screaming as he is digging his nails into the hard wood floor before being forcefully pulled into the skies but Soldier managed to grabbed him before that could happen.

Scout was terrified, he was screamed “I knew this will one day happened! I foresaw dis!! Soldier! This is the end of the-” “Do not use that tone of doubt on me, Private!” Soldier splat him in as he held onto his teammate with determination.

“Engie... I... Can’t.... Hold on...!” Pyro grunted as she is losing grip on the Engineer’s hand, he held onto it tighter than ever; refusing to let her go up there.

They then heard Sniper screaming and flying onto Soldier, knocking him and Scout into the skies with him as they screamed, then the ground shook violently as Engineer felt it and... the door frame broke, sending him and Pyro into the sky with a scream as everything gone white before suddenly; darkness.

“*Groan* ....What in buzzard‘s breakfest... How many beers did I have last night...?” he groaned as he rubbed his head while his hardhat is still on as he pulled himself off the wooden floor with a headache.

He groaned as he looked at the window and saw that there’s a forest outside and an old western town with the 1940′s, 60′s and 70′s Medical/Mental hospital and a train station.

Has he fell asleep during the mission but it soon came to him: He was in Offblast and he’s now in a map that he doesn’t know. It’s not a dream, something else... Is going on right now.

He needs to find the rest of his team and figure this out, he got up and ran out of the building as zombies are digging themselves out of the ground, hungry for flesh and sole thirst for blood.

Welcome to.....

All-Stars Battle Royale

>Press Start to Begin!

#Prequel #All-Stars -Story Mode-#Team Fortress 2 #Pyro #Engineer #Soldier #Scout #Medic #Heavy #Demoman #Sniper #Spy #The Administrator

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jswdmb1 · 6 years ago

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You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet

“Here's something, here's something

your never gonna forget”

- Bachman Turner Overdrive

For months my 11-year old son has been lobbying to go to Canada on Spring Break. Since his sister seemed open to the idea and didn’t have a preference of her own, we obliged. I have been telling people that I have no idea why he is so obsessed with The Great White North, but that is a lie. He just may have got it from me. I too love our gracious neighbors to the north and they proved themselves once more on our trip there last week that they are the kings and queens of hospitality on this continent.

Now, before you go there, let me stop the thought that this is an anti-America opinion piece. I love my country and am not turning my back on it. Not especially now with the way things are. Running away and ceding it to whomever thinks they have more right to my home country is the last thing on my mind. No, this is simply a pro-Canadian rant. While it will never be my home, it will be a place I always treasure. And, I’m confident enough in the greatness of my land to admit there are a few things they do better, which keeps bringing me back:

Money - we may have the world’s preferred currency in the U.S. greenback, but the physical form of our money is lame. It’s all the same color, rips easily, and has absolutely no pizzazz. In Canada, you get brightly colored bills that are made out of a strong, waterproof type of paper some of which depict cool wildlife scenes. The best are the dollar and two dollar coins that depict loons (the “loonie” and “toonie”). They are also smart about it by having no paper bills under $5 and eliminating pennies all together (cash transactions are rounded to the nearest nickel). Only Canadians could put such a fun, whimsical spin on currency, and I love it.

Candy Bars & Coffee - forget Snickers bars and Starbucks. What you need is a Coffee Crisp and some Tim Horton’s. The former is the best candy bar on the planet. It is a series of thin vanilla wafers with a lightly coffee flavored cream in between them with it all covered in milk chocolate. That’s it and no other flavors or varieties of the bar exist and there is a good reason for that. It’s because you can’t improve upon perfection. Think a Little Debbie Nutty Bar with better chocolate and a hint of mocha instead of all that peanut butter. As for Tim Horton’s, calling it the Canadian Dunkin’ Donuts Donuts is unfair because it’s way better. Their focus is a good cup of coffee at a reasonable price. A large dark roast with cream runs about $2 CAD which is less than $1.50 in the states. It is a perfectly balanced blend half way between Dunkin’ Donuts and Starbucks (stronger than DD but without the bitterness of Starbucks). Plus you can get a box of 10 Timbits (munchkins) for another $2. Call it the Canadian Breakfast of Champions if you want, but I wish I could get it anywhere to start my day.

Progressive Rock Power Trios - this part of the post should be unnecessary but I hate passing up an opportunity to talk about Rush. I was about eight when a friends older brother played “A Passage to Bangkok” on his turntable. Later on, my first concert was when the Presto tour hit Alpine Valley and I have been a fan ever since. Their inclusion in the Rock and Roll Hall-of-Fame was long overdue, but anyone who is anyone knows that they didn’t need such validation to prove their chops. Plus, Geddy Lee was a guest vocal on Bob & Doug McKenzie’s “Take Off’ which just adds to their legend. Now go get your record player out and find a copy of Moving Pictures and jam to the sounds of the true North.

Football - everyone thinks America has a monopoly on the sport, but they have been playing it just as long in Canada with better rules. Bigger end zones with a field that is wider and longer. 12 men on a side and players on offense can sprint to the line of scrimmage before the ball is hiked. No touchbacks unless you are willing to give up a point (a “rouge”). And the best part - only three downs so you better not waste any of them with boring plays. All the teams play outdoors (Vancouver has a retractable roof but we’ll give them that) and the Grey Cup championship game is often played in the snow. Everything people love about the sport in one package and it’s labeled C-F-L. Oh, and they review pass interference calls so crap like that non call in the NFC Championship don’t happen. It’s basically NFL football but actually interesting and with none of the bullshit. You can have your Super Bowl, the Big party in my house will be to watch the Grey Cup on the fourth Saturday in November.

National Symbols - this will get me in trouble, but Canada has the best national symbols around. The maple leaf is a beautiful representation of the country at it looks perfect in red and white on the Canadian flag. As for a national police force, nothing is cooler than the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. And then there’s that anthem. I always love seeing the Blue Jays come to Sox park so I get to hear it live. Stirring, succinct lyrics sung to a soaring melody that make everyone feel proud of the country whether they are Canadian or not make it the best national anthem on the planet. And don’t let me forget Bob & Doug McKenzie. What better representation of what Canada is all about than those two. Just watch “Strange Brew” and tell me you don’t want to spend as much time as you can in the land of touques and back bacon.

Late Night Comedy Sketch Shows - if you think Saturday Night Live is the granddaddy of sketch comedy you need to get some copies of SCTV episodes. Far more original skits without the need to feel cool produced some wacky and fun comedy (that’s where Bob & Doug came from). The talent there was awesome as well - Eugene Levy, John Candy, Andrea Martin, Catherine O’Hara, Martin Short, Rick Moranis are just a few. The jokes can be on the dry side, but that is so Canadian how could it be any other way. SCTV finally hit the States in the early 80′s, but it didn’t stick around like SNL, which is too bad because outside of David Letterman, it was the funniest stuff on TV in the 80′s..

I could go on but I should probably stop. Given the current state of affairs here at home, my passport has probably been revoked. Just remember though, the south is not the only direction to go when on vacation. There is a wonderful world to be explored to the north of us with super friendly people, a fabulous culture all it’s own and a friendly exchange rate to boot. Just make sure to bring me back some Coffee Crisp bars. They are really hard to find in the States.

Take off,

Jim

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magratpudifoot · 6 years ago

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Anti-Love Collection Track List

Below the cut is a list of every track on every disc of the Anti-Love Album. I thought pretty seriously about going through and linking to music videos and bandcamp and whatnot, but, yeah, that’s not happening tonight.

Disc One(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises)

1. Could You Use Me? Harry Groener and Jodi Benson 2. Hit the Road, Jack Ray Charles and the Raelettes 3. Down with Love Caxton Swing 4. You're No Good Linda Ronstadt 5. It Ain't Me, Babe The Turtles 6. Already Gone The Eagles 7. Paradise By the Dashboard Light Meatloaf 8. Don't Believe a Word Andy Taylor 9. I Will Survive Gloria Gaynor 10. I've Done Everything for You Rick Springfield 11. Love Stinks The J. Geils Band 12. Don't You Want Me The Human League 13. Goodbye to You Scandal 14. Love's Been a Little Bit Hard on Me Juice Newton 15. I Could Be Happy Altered Images 16. What Do All the People Know The Monroes 17. Jukebox (Don't Put Another Dime) The Flirts 18. No More Words Berlin 19. She Don't Love Nobody Nick Lowe 20. So In Love Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 21. Let Your Love Go Bread

Disc Two(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Would I Lie to You Eurythmics 2. Keep Your Hands to Yourself The Georgia Satellites 3. Twisting They Might Be Giants 4. I Don't Want Your Love Duran Duran 5. One More Minute Weird Al Yankovic 6. What Part of No Cactus Country 7. Itty Bitty Little Single Solitary Piece O' My Heart Lari White 8. That Was Yesterday Wynonna Judd 9. Jane Barenaked Ladies 10. Better Things to Do Terri Clark 11. Bury the Shovel Clay Walker 12. No News Lonestar 13. Spiderwebs �� No Doubt 14. She Won't Change Her Mind The Band with Rocks In 15. Me Neither Brad Paisley 16. Waste Smash Mouth 17. Goodbye Earl Dixie Chicks 18. Giving up on Love Ataris 19. Kiss This Aaron Tippin 20. Last Chance to Lose Your Keys Brand New 21. It's Only Me (The Wizard of Magicland) Barenaked Ladies

Disc Three(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Can't Hold Us Down Christina Aguilera feat. Lil Kim 2. The Frug Rilo Kiley 3. A Man/Me/Then Jim Rilo Kiley 4. Nothing Came Out The Mouldy Peaches 5. All That She Wants Ace of Base 6. You Oughta Know Alanis Morissette 7. The More You Ruv Someone Avenue Q 8. Roses Outkast 9. Day Tripper Live 10. Sexx Laws Beck 11. Vienna Billy Joel 12. Sunday Girl Blondie 13. You Don't Own Me The Blow Monkeys 14. You Give Love a Bad Name Bon Jovi 15. Protons, Neutrons, Electrons Cat Empire 16. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Cyndi Lauper 17. Mix Tape Avenue Q 18. 31st & M The Daycare Stranglers 19. Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back) Eamon 20. Inside Out Eve 6 21. Beep The Pussycat Dolls feat. will.i.am

Disc Four(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Just One of Those Things Frank Sinatra 2. Just Friends Gavin Degraw 3. Defying Gravity Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth 4. Sugar Tick Tick Boom Cast 5. Gold Digger Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx 6. Bag of Money The Low Life 7. Scotty Doesn't Know Lustra 8. I'm So Alone The Mad Caddies 9. World at Large Modest Mouse 10. Get Over It OK Go 11. People Got to Be Free The Rascals 12. Tainted Love Soft Cell 13. Don't Do Me Like That Tom Petty 14. What's Love Got to Do with It Tina Turner 15. He Wasn't Man Enough Toni Braxton 16. Undone (The Sweater Song) Weezer 17. Funny Honey Renee Zellweger 18. I'll Never Be Jealous Again Reta Shaw and Eddie Foy, Jr. 19. Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me Ambient Irony 20. Dirty Little Secret All American Rejects

Disc Five(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Will you Love Me Tomorrow The Shirelles 2. Desperate But Not Serious Adam Ant 3. Ready to Run Dixie Chicks 4. I'm Gonna Miss Her Brad Paisley 5. Love Is Hell Ryan Adams 6. It Ain't None of Your Business Missing Persons 7. Stupid Boy Keith Urban 8. Before He Cheats Carrie Underwood 9. You Don't Love Me Anymore Weird Al Yankovic 10. The Song That Goes Like This Christopher Sieber and Sara Ramirez 11. (I'm Gonna) Run Away Joan Jett and the Blackhearts 12. I'm Not in Love Talking Heads 13. You Keep Me Hangin' On Kim Wilde 14. Don't Let's Start Common Rotation 15. That's Enough of That Mila Mason 16. Leave in Silence Depeche Mode 17. Sign of the Times The Belle Stars 18. Break Your Heart Barenaked Ladies 19. Signs of Life Journey 20. Cell Block Tango The Six Merry Murderesses of Cook County Jail

Disc Six(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Designated Drinker Alan Jackson and George Strait 2. Video Game Heart All Girl Summer Fun Band 3. Twisting They Might Be Giants 4. Fighter Christina Aguilera 5. Found Out About You Gin Blossom 6. What Is This Feeling Kristin Chenoweth and Idina Menzel 7. Therapy Amy Spranger and Raul Esparza 8. Since U Been Gone Kelly Clarkson 9. Number One John Legend feat. Kanye West 10. Material Girl Madonna 11. Build Me Up, Buttercup The Goops 12. Schadenfreude Natalie Venetia Belcon and Rick Lyon 13. Happy Now Gwen Stefani 14. Why Don't You Get a Job Offspring 15. Cry Me a River Justin Timberlake 16. Ugly Ugly Mustache Girl The Skakabobs 17. You Don't Know How It Feels Tom Petty 18. Pink Triangle Weezer 19. Let Me Be Lonely Will Hoge 20. Buttons The Pussycat Dolls 21. My Love (The Christian Bale Experience) Sweet Tired Kitten

Disc Seven(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Let's Hear It For Love Smoking Popes 2. She Hates Me Puddle of Mudd 3. In and Out of My Life (In a Day) The Pandoras 4. Cry of the Wild Goose Frankie Laine 5. Way Away Yellowcard 6. Blue Monday New Order 7. Kerosene Miranda Lambert 8. Don't Shed a Tear Paul Carrack 9. Ghost of Love The Proclaimers 10. I Write Sins Not Tragedies Panic at the Disco 11. Smile Lily Allen 12. Goodbye Says It All BlackHawk 13. Careless Memories Duran Duran 14. Nowhere Girl B-Movie 15. Hard to Be a Husband, Hard to Be a Wife Chely Wright and Brad Paisley 16. Not About Love Fiona Apple 17. Take Out the Trash They Might Be Giants 18. U + Ur Hand Pink 19. Good News Neurotic Outsiders 20. Love You Jack Ingram 21. Time for Me to Fly REO Speedwagon 22. What Is This Thing Called Love? John Barrowman

Disc Eight(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Stripped, Part 2 Christina Aguilera 2. Girls Lie, Too Terri Clark 3. What Goes Around Comes Around Justin Timberlake 4. Believe Cher 5. Subtract One Love (Multiply the Heartaches) Cake 6. Knock 'Em Out Lily Allen 7. All That She Wants Ace of Base 8. You Don't Love Me The Kooks 9. You're So Damn Hot OK Go 10. Billie Jean Michael Jackson 11. Losin' You Amy Millan 12. Oh, Goddamnit Hot Hot Heat 13. You Oughta Know Alanis Morissette 14. You Don't Own Me The Blow Monkeys 15. Girls Beastie Boys 16. Next Ex-Girlfriend Bowling for Soup 17. Never There Cake 18. You Are Everything The Low Life

Disc Nine(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Love Potion No. 9 The Searchers 2. My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) En Vogue 3. Liberty Duran Duran 4. Da Da Da I Don't Love You You Don't Love Me Aha Aha Aha Trio 5. Hole in My Head Dixie Chicks 6. Your Woman White Town 7. Murderess Power Station 8. Good as Gone Little Big Town 9. One Night in Bangkok Murray Head 10. Endicott Kid Creole & the Coconuts 11. Kiss You Off Scissor Sisters 12. I'll Take You Back Brad Paisley 13. New Toy Lene Lovich 14. Every Word Means No Let's Active 15. Broke in Two They Might Be Giants 16. My Friends Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter 17. He Can't Quit Her Gary Allan 18. When You're in Love The Proclaimers 19. Don't Think You'll Be Missed Aileen Stanley with the Virginians 20. Why Say Anything Nice? Barenaked Ladies

Disc Ten(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Don't Trust Me 3OH!3 2. Atari Lucky Boys Confusion 3. Get Over It OK Go 4. So What Pink 5. Have I Been a Fool Jack Penate 6. Flavor of the Weak American Hi-Fi 7. There's a Fine, Fine Line Stephanie D'Abrazzo 8. 99 Problems Jay-Z 9. Don't Want You Back Backstreet Boys 10. You Turn the Screws Cake 11. Breakin' Up Rilo Kiley 12. More Boys I Meet Carrie Underwood 13. They'll Need a Crane They Might Be Giants 14. Should've Said No Taylor Swift 15. Hound Dog Elvis Presley 16. Take Me or Leave Me Rent 17. Your Kisses are Wasted on Me The Pipettes 18. Just a Girl No Doubt 19. Bust Your Windows Jazmine Sullivan 20. Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) Beyonce Knowles 21. There You Go Pink

Disc Eleven(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. I Hate Myself for Loving You Joan Jett 2. Her Royal Majesty James Darren 3. What If I'm Right? Sandi Thom 4. I Hear You Knockin' Fats Domino 5. Go Your Own Way Fleetwood Mac 6. He'll Have to Stay Jeanne Black 7. Du Hast Rammstein 8. Ampersand Amanda Palmer 9. Another Girl The Beatles 10. Can't Do It Today Gary Allan 11. No Scrubs TLC 12. Cold Cold Heart Tony Bennett 13. Gunpowder and Lead Miranda Lambert 14. True Romance She Wants Revenge 15. Brand New Lover Dead or Alive 16. Ex-Girlfriend No Doubt 17. Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit Neil Patrick Harris, et al 18. Don't Say You Love Me Erasure 19. Red Rubber Ball Cyrkle 20. Strange Reba McEntire 21. Mr. Spock Nerf Herder 22. See You Later Alligator Bill Haley and His Comets

Disc Twelve(Aberration, Inc.) 1. Right as Rain Adele 2. She Ain't Got LeToya Luckett 3. Fly on the Wall Miley Cyrus 4. Telephone Lady Gaga feat. Beyoncé 5. Love Drunk Boys Like Girls 6. Bye Bye JoDee Messina 7. Analysis of a 1970s Divorce David Dondero 8. I'm Not Crying Flight of the Conchords 9. Every Breath You Take Police 10. You Owe Me an IOU Hot Hot Heat 11. It's Over John Legend feat. Kanye West 12. Mood Ring Relient K 13. Picture to Burn Taylor Swift 14. Gives You Hell All American Rejects 15. Hit Em Up Style Blu Cantrell 16. Beautiful Girls Sean Kingston 17. It's Oh So Quiet Bjork 18. Pastures Lil' Justice

Disc Thirteen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Fox on the Run Sweet 2. Angel in Your Arms Hot 3. Say It Right Nelly Furtado 4. Gimme Three Steps Lynyrd Skynyrd 5. Heartbreaker Pat Benatar 6. Don't Bet Money, Honey Linda Scott 7. Two Out of Three Ain't Bad Meatloaf 8. Too Many Fish in the Sea The Marvelettes 9. Pet Name They Might Be Giants 10. Cold as Ice Foreigner 11. Jezebel Frankie Laine 12. Dark Lady Cher 13. (She's So) Selfish The Knack 14. Evil Woman Electric Light Orchestra 15. Lipstick on Your Collar Connie Francis 16. Stereo John Legend 17. Too Fast James Marsters 18. I Don't Wanna Go on with You Like That Elton John 19. It's My Life Talk Talk 20. Cold Hearted Paula Abdul

Disc Fourteen: Suck It, Marshall(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Told You So Barenaked Ladies 2. The Sign Ace of Base 3. Bulletproof La Roux 4. Victim of Love Erasure 5. I'll Never Fall in Love Again Kristin Chenoweth and Sean Hayes 6. Are You Fucking Kidding Me? Kate Miller-Heidke 7. Leeds United Amanda Palmer and the Born Again Horny Men of Edinburgh 8. Bringin' Me Down Andy Taylor 9. Alejandro Lady Gaga 10. Go Where You Wanna Go The Mamas and the Papas 11. Hate on Me Jill Scott 12. Shop Around Smokey Robinson and the Miracles 13. Anti-Love Song Raven-Symoné 14. Don't Come Around Here No More Tom Petty 15. King of Anything Sara Bareilles 16. Endgame Tommy Körberg and Barbara Dickson 17. I Am a Rock Simon and Garfunkel 18. Don't Ask Me OK Go 19. Gonna Get Along Without Ya Now Patience and Prudence 20. I Quit Hepburn 21. The Mixed Tape Jack's Mannequin

Disc Fourteen-and-a-Half: The Robot Falls in Love (Static Cling) 1. Rolling in the Deep Adele 2. Rolling in the Deep David Choi 3. Rolling in the Deep Jodie Aysha 4. Rolling in the Deep Kina Grannis 5. Rolling in the Deep�� David Cook 6. Rolling in the Deep Wonderland 7. Rolling in the Deep PS22 Chorus feat. Denise 8. Rolling in the Deep Adele, Jay-Z, Biggie Smalls, and Voodoo Farm 9. Rolling in the Deep Tahj Mowry 10. Rolling in the Deep Tim Halperin 11. Rolling in the Deep Melissa Tojones 12. Rolling in the Deep Mike Posner 13. Rolling in the Deep Chris Ning 14. Rolling in the Deep Haley Reinhart 15. Rolling in the Deep Darius Dante 16. Rolling in the Deep John Legend 17. Rolling in the Deep (live on Ellen) Adele

Disc Fifteen(Aberration, Inc.)

1. Just You Wait My Fair Lady 2. You Can Make Him Like You The Hold Steady 3. Like a Boy Ciara 4. Marionette The Marvelettes 5. Through with You Maroon 5 6. Bye Bye Baby Janis Joplin 7. Let It Die Foo Fighters 8. Blow It Out Ludacris 9. Take It Easy (Love Nothing) Bright Eyes 10. The Line Skakabobs 11. Fuck You Cee Lo Green 12. Grenade Bruno Mars 13. Jar of Hearts Christina Perri 14. Love the Way You Lie Eminem feat. Rihanna 15. Potential Break-Up song Aly & AJ 16. Cooler Than Me Mike Posner 17. What the Hell Avril Lavigne 18. Tired Adele 19. My Give a Damn's Busted JoDee Messina 20. Ignorance Paramore 21. Hot and Cold Katy Perry

Disc Sixteen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Almost Sorry Scissor Sisters 2. Drama! Erasure 3. Stop Draggin' My Heart Around Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty 4. Runaway Baby Bruno Mars 5. I Have Learned Barenaked Ladies 6. All Cried Out Redux Jill Scott (feat. Doug E. Fresh) 7. If Only Grey Delisle and Neil Patrick Harris 8. Nobody's Side Elaine Paige and Murray Head 9. Human Charlene Kaye 10. Maneater Hall & Oates 11. Mr. Big Stuff Jean Knight 12. Used to Love U John Legend 13. Bad Medicine Bon Jovi 14. Treat Me Right Pat Benatar 15. We'll Sing in the Sunshine Gale Garnett 16. The Last Song Tim Halperin 17. Bills, Bills, Bills Darren Criss and the Warblers 18. Modern Girl Sheena Easton 19. Chain of Fools Aretha Franklin 20. Dreams Be Dreams Jack Johnson

Disc Seventeen(Chaotic/Static Cling Enterprises) 1. Dead Memories Slipknot 2. Poison Alice Cooper 3. Paper Gangsta Lady Gaga 4. Maneater Nelly Furtado 5. These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Nancy Sinatra 6. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover Paul Simon 7. Stutter Joe Walker 8. Solitaire Laura Branigan 9. Runaround Sue Dion and the Beltones 10. Life Goes On Little Texas 11. Me Party Amy Adams and Eric Jacobsen 12. Coin-Operated Boy The Dresden Dolls 13. Smoochy Smoochy Pukey Pukey Harry and the Potters 14. I Know There's Something Going On Frida 15. Evil Ways Santana 16. Your Cheating Heart Joni James 17. Harden My Heart Quarterflash 18. Rest in Peace James Marsters 19. That'll Be the Day Linda Ronstadt 20. (I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone The Monkees 21. Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye Steam

Disc Seventeen-Plus(Static Cling) 1. Ready to Go (excerpt) Nicholas Strauss and Brian Holden 2. Please Don't Touch Me Megan Mullally 3. I Want You, But I Don't Need You Momus 4. The Longest Text Message Childish Gambino 5. Makin' Whoopie Amanda Palmer 6. Fuck You/Gonna Get Over You Sara Bareilles 7. Getting Rid of Britta Eric Christian Olsen, Chevy Chase, and Tom Wolfe 8. Geek in the Pink Jason Mraz 9. Look It Up Ashton Shepherd 10. Poison Bel Biv DeVoe 11. Used to Love Her Guns N' Roses 12. Irreplaceable Beyoncé (feat. Ghostface Killah) 13. How to Write a Love Song Axis of Awesome 14. The Girl Next Door (To Everybody Else) George Watsky 15. I'm Tired Madeline Kahn 16. Jubilation Day Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers 17. Making Circles Christian Kane 18. Tyrone Erykah Badu 19. The Rake's Song The Decemberists 20. The Succubus Isaac Hayes and Trey Parker 21. There Ain't Nothing Like a Dick Nicholas Strauss and Devin Lytle

Disc Eighteen(Static Cling) 1. She Runs Tim Halperin 2. Boy Toy Tanya and the Hot Girls 3. Misery Maroon 5 4. Grown Man Cry Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra 5. Ooh La La Counting Crows 6. The Truth About Love P!nk 7. Bones Gary Allan 8. Good Girl Carrie Underwood 9. I Don't Think She's in Love Anymore Charlie Pride 10. I'm Not Your Toy La Roux 11. Kids Childish Gambino 12. Lesson in Leavin' Jo Dee Messina 13. Mockingbird Rob Thomas 14. Say You're Sorry Sara Bareilles 15. Can't Wait to Say No to You TalkFine 16. You Lie The Band Perry 17. I'll Feel a Whole Let Better The Byrds 18. Turn on the Radio Reba McEntire 19. Bye Bye Baby OK Go 20. Leave the Pieces The Wreckers

Disc Nineteen(Static Cling) 1. Rumour Has It Adele 2. Woman Up Charlene Kaye 3. No Surprise Daughtry 4. Nylons in a Rip Nikka Costa 5. How Am I Doin'? Dierks Bentley 6. Hermione The Moaning Myrtles 7. Baby Don't Get Hooked on Me Mac Davis 8. The Apartment Song Tom Petty 9. I'm Like a Bird Nelly Furtado 10. At Seventeen Janis Ian 11. Le Disko Shiny Toy Guns 12. Strippers Ghost of the Robot 13. You Don't Like Me They Might Be Giants 14. Shame on You Jerry Minor 15. The More I Learn (The Less I Understand About Love) Ronna Reeves 16. Bad Blood Natalie Lungley 17. To Be a Man Brian Holden and Joseph Walker 18. Her Daddy Was a Dalek, Her Mummy Was a Non-Stick Frying Pan Martin Gordon 19. Men The Forester Sisters 20. Rashida Jones Prometheus Brown and Bambu 21. All You Really Need Is Love Brad Paisley 22. Alone with You Jake Owen 23. Wind It Up Barenaked Ladies

Disc Twenty(Static Cling) 1. You Will See Me dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip 2. Pumpkin Soup Kate Nash 3. Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff 4. Sigh No More Catherine Tate and David Tennant 5. Tough Goodbye Gary Allan 6. Survivor Destiny's Child 7. Trade Mistakes Panic at the Disco 8. I Don't Wanna Be in Love Good Charlotte 9. Poison Apple Charlene Kaye 10. Hey Robin, Jolly Robin Paterson Joseph 11. Sitting, Waiting, Wishing Jack Johnson 12. Blow Me (One Last Kiss) P!nk 13. Better off with Him A 14. Let Her Rip Dixie Chicks 15. Don't Think Twice It's All Right Bob Dylan 16. Shut Up Black Eyed Peas 17. I Hate Everything About You Three Day's Grace 18. Eden Sara Bareilles 19. Amsterdam Guster 20. Erase Me Ben Folds Five 21. Good Day The Dresden Dolls

Disc Twenty.Five: Keep Your Hands off Will You Damn Fancy Cannibal(Static Cling) 1. Goldberg Variations: Aria Glenn Gould 2. Sympathy for the Devil The Rolling Stones 3. Fee Fi Fo The Cranberries 4. Civilized Man James Marsters 5. A Place Called Home Kim Richey 6. Gravity The Dresden Dolls 7. For Reasons Unknown The Killers 8. A Formidable Marinade Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen 9. Your Own Worst Enemy They Might Be Giants 10. Temptation VAST 11. Exterminate, Regenerate Chameleon Circuit 12. Thankless Job Anthony Stewart Head 13. Demons Guster 14. Let's Kill Tonight Panic at the Disco 15. Crime and Passion Duran Duran 16. Polly Nirvana 17. Hello, My Treacherous Friends OK Go 18. I Know Things Now Danielle Ferland 19. Monster Lady Gaga 20. One Tiny Thing 8in8 21. Stand By Me Mona 22. Vide Cor Meum Patrick Cassidy 23. Hannibal (Censored) oswinlost

Disc Twenty-One: The Oklahoma Legacy OR Musical Anachronism(Static Cling) 1. Girl in a Country Song Maddie & Tae 2. Mister Nice Guy Invisible Inc. 3. You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told) The White Stripes 4. What You Call Love Guster 5. Because It's Not Love (But It's Still a Feeling) The Pipettes 6. Upside Down Barenaked Ladies 7. Lasso Sister Sparrow and the Dirty Birds 8. Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Nico Vega 9. If Your Kisses Can't Hold the Man That You Love Rasputina 10. Epiphany Chrisette Michele 11. Wishing He Was Dead The Like 12. Stunner dan le sac Vs Scroobius Pip 13. Forgot to Laugh Bridgit Mendler 14. Delayed Devotion Duffy 15. Switch TLC 16. I Love It Icona Pop feat. Charli XCX 17. Leaving You Behind Amanda Blank 18. Love Don't Love You En Vogue 19. Drowning Banks 20. Building a Wall Brian d'Arcy James 21. Truce The Dresden Dolls

Disc Twenty-Two(Static Cling) 1. Dickhead Kate Nash 2. Love Is Like a Bottle of Gin The Magnetic Fields 3. Same Old Love Selena Gomez 4. Burn Phillipa Soo 5. Turn Me Loose Loverboy 6. So Long Guster 7. Free Fallin' Tom Petty 8. Love Sick Bob Dylan 9. Look for the Woman dan le sac and Scroobius Pip 10. Opposite of Blue Raining Jane 11. Leave Barenaked Ladies 12. L.A. Devotee Panic at the Disco 13. How to Be a Heartbreaker Marina and the Diamonds 14. The Sad Truth Shauna Carrick 15. Here Alessia Cara 16. Hungover Heart Gary Allan 17. Cupid's Got a Shotgun Carrie Underwood 18. Ex's & Oh's Elle King 19. If This Is It Huey Lewis and the News 20. You Rascal You Hanni El Khatib 21. Merry Happy Kate Nash

Disc Twenty-Three(Static Cling) 1. Casanova (Your Playing Days Are Over) Ruby Andrews 2. You Finally Said Something Good (When You Said Goodbye) Teddy Thompson 3. Allez-vous En Kate & Anna McGarrigle 4. By the Sea Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp 5. One Night Stand The Pipettes 6. You Can't Go By That Ricochet 7. Goodies Ciara feat. Petey Pablo 8. Neutron Dance Pointer Sisters 9. Trouble Avicii 10. Smoke Rings in the Dark Gary Allan 11. So Gone John Legend 12. You're Easy on the Eyes Terri Clark 13. Better to Leave Jordan Brown 14. Second Chance Shinedown 15. Ballad of Mr. Steak Kishi Bashi 16. Hunter's Kiss Rasputina 17. The Jeep Song The Dresden Dolls 18. My First Stalker Watsky 19. Parasites San Fermin 20. End Love OK Go

Disc Twenty-Four(Static Cling) 1. Doin' It By Myself Guster 2. Me, Myself, and I G-Eazy feat. Bebe Rexha 3. Duct Tape Heart Barenaked Ladies 4. Instant Pleasure Rufus Wainwright 5. Please Don't Tell Her Jason Mraz 6. Mr. Know It All Kelly Clarkson 7. Set Me Free Leela James 8. Turning Tables Adele 9. Hard Hearted Hannah Bea Arthur 10. Here I Go Again Whitesnake 11. 455 Rocket Kathy Matea 12. She Had the World Panic! at the Disco 13. Heartbeat Childish Gambino 14. Your Love Is a Lie Simple Plan 15. Flake Jack Johnson 16. Little Rock Reba McEntire 17. Four Little Diamonds Electric Light Orchestra 18. What Makes You Cry The Proclaimers 19. The Fog Overcoats 20. Sorry Beyonce 21. Motherfucker Got Fucked Up Folk Uke

Disc Twenty-Five(Static Cling) 1. Welcome to Hell Saoirse Ronan, Cecliy Strong, Kate McKinnon, Aidy Bryant 2. A Kiss Is Not a Contract Flight of the Conchords 3. Leave Me Alone The Veronicas 4. Simple Machine Guster 5. I'm Moving On Chyvonne Scott 6. Daddy Lessons Beyonce 7. As the Crow Flies Gary Allan 8. Five Minutes dan le sac vs. Scroobius Pip 9. Love Will Tear Us Apart Joy Division 10. Now I Know Lari White 11. That's My Girl Fifth Harmony 12. Bling Bling Junglepussy 13. Bye Bye Bye *NSync 14. It Was a Shit Show Santino Fontana 15. Paper Mache (Single A.F.) Miss Eaves 16. Daria Cake 17. Sleeping Beauty Helen Trevillion 18. Justice for Lavender Shauna Carrick 19. Philosopher San Fermin 20. No Means No (But So Do Other Things, Too!) Grumpy Princess 21. Flirtin' El Pus 22. Pink Lemonade Watsky with Invisible Inc. 23. Stake a Claim dan le sac vs. Scroobius Pip

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