#and then there was a staircase that came down around the house from the upper floor

[queerpyracy]

haunted and vexed all day by the fact that the beach house i dreamed about, which was cylindrical and the lower floor was made to look like a big bookshelf on the outside for some reason, doesn't exist

[girliism]

70s cult leader art who picked up your friend from the grocery store on day and you haven’t seen her since.

“hello” you hear a voice you haven’t heard in months.

“oh my god? are you ok no ones seen you for months. i thought you died.”

“died?” she laughs through the phone. “i haven’t died in fact i feel more alive than ever.”

“well, where the hell have been?”

“that’s what i called you for, i want you to come visit me. it’s been so long and i missed you dearly. he even said you could spend the weekend.” he?

you don’t question it to much telling her you’ll be there. she gives you the address and says to come on friday.

you leave early in that morning, the california sun beating down on you through the window as you approach a huge house. you eagerly park your car getting out to see your friend.

“i’m so glad you came.” she pulls you in for a tight hug. “god, i missed you so much.” you hold her just a little bit longer before pulling notice something on her upper arm. “what’s this?” you stroke the mark on her arm. “looks like a tattoo but worse.” she pulls away from you. “it’s nothing. come on i’ll show you around. and don’t worry about your bags someone will grab them.”

the house was beautiful. a giant staircase and a crystal chandelier hangs in the foyer. “holy shit.” you stare in awe. your friend laughs at your reaction. “i know right wait til you see the rest of the house.”

“and this is where you’ll be sleeping here with me.” it was a huge room, lots of windows and six beds lined up next to each other. “you can have the bed on the end-” “girls.” you turn around to a man with blonde curly hair dressed in a long silk rob and tiny underwear. “art!” your friend goes up to place a kiss on his lips. oh? “art, this is my friend the one i was telling you about.” you hold you hand out for him to shake but his immediately pulls you in for a hug. “it’s so great to finally meet you. i hope you have a fun time here.” he pulls away with a big smile on his face before leaving. “isn’t he just so great.” your friend stared at the now empty door way. “anyways you should probably change out of those jeans before i show you outside. it gets terribly hot.”

dressed in a loose white dress you and your friend walk through the garden. “this is our garden all of our produce is grown here by our garden members.” they were all naked sporting the same mark on their arm as your friend. she showed you the rest of the huge property and soon it was time for dinner.

the dining room was full of talking and laughing. three long tables placed next to each other. you sat in the middle one. the room got quite when art walked in. “family, today we are joined by a new friend. i hope you all made her feel welcome.” yes is echoed throughout the room. “join hands and thank the divine for blessing us with such a beautiful harvest and such a beautiful guest.” they all joined hands thanking the divine before passing food around starting up conversations again.

art watched you the whole night. they way your lips wrapped around the fork how easy you got a long with every one. maybe you were what was missing from the house.

“you got so lucky tonight. you got to sit at his table right next to him.” you friend said to you from her bed. it was night and you and your friend were talking about the day you had. “what’s so great about this art guy.” you say. everyone here seems so obsessed with him. “he’s amazing. when he found me i was so sad and hiding it from you, but he saw that and he helped me.” you hummed. “well i’m glad you’re happier now.”

you get awoken in the middle of the night by howling and the urge to pee.

the old house creeks below you feet as you walk back from the bathroom when you hear it. moans. they were coming from a room and the door wasn’t all the way closed, so against your better judgment you looked through the crack. you saw bodies fucking in a perfect circle with art in the middle, two people going down on him. what the fuck? you accidentally push the door causing it to creek. art snaps his eye to yours making quick contact with you. you gasp moving back immediately making your way back to the room. you replay the scene in your head pushing a pillow in between your legs grinding against it softly.

the kitchen is busy that morning, people moving in and out of it. your friend spots you coming up to hug you. “good morning. how was your sleep?” “it was fine. um what’s going on here.” you pick up and apple from the fruit bowl but it’s ripped out your hand. “no eating that those are for tonight.” you ask what tonight was. “the first full moon of the summer. we’re gonna be camping outside, oh i do hope you stay for it.” “oh uh i wouldn’t want to intrude.” you say shaking your head. your friend smile drops “that’s ok. it’s been so much fun either way i do hope you come back and visit.” she shrugs going back to preparing for tonight.

you were packing your bag up getting ready to leave when someone comes in tell you art what’s to see you in his office. you make your way to his office knocking on his door. you hear a soft come in and you walk in taking a seat in front of him. “i hear you’re not gonna stay for the full moon camp out.” art says leaning back in his chair blue eyes locking with yours. you draw a breath looking away. “i just as an outsider wouldn’t want to crash you know.” art laughs getting up to take a seat on the desk in front of you holding your hands in his lap. “please, we would love to have you join us.” his thumbs stroke the back of your hands.

so you find your in another white flowy dress walking bare foot up a hill arm hooked with your friends. “i’m so happy you decided to stay you’re gonna have so much fun.” you friend smiles.

“drink this and find a spot.” you drink the mysterious drink the guy at the top of the hill. you start to fill whatever it is you drank, your muscles feel loose and the flames in front of you look as if they are waving. you see your friend encourage you to get up and dance with her so you do. jumping and twisting dancing around the fire getting lost in the night. art watches from his spot before getting up to dance too, grabbing your hand pulling you off to a more secluded area.

art pushes you to lay on the grass hovering over you pulling the strap of your dress down. you moan at how his touch shockes you. whatever you drank has you overly sensitive and needy. “i saw you watching us last night in the shadows.” your bare tits get exposed to the cold night air nipples harden. “you wanted to join just us or did you want me all to yourself.” art pulls your head that was rolling to the side smacking your cheek to get your eyes to open. “yes, i wanted you i even went back in my bed and touched myself.” you whine at the filling of art’s fingers teasing your cunt.

you were so high. your eyes glossed over and drool spilling out of your mouth that art licks ups slipping his tongue in your mouth. “want you to fuck me with your cock.” the small sober part of you was confused on why you were acting like this, but the major part of your mind felt fuzzy, and art hands holding your thighs open made you want to cum on the spot just from his touch.

art chuckled at your directness. “i can do that.” art pulls is cock out of his pants pushing it into your wet heat. “fuck.” he grunts bottoming out. the second he enters you, you feel reborn like his cock was what was missing from your life. “oh my god.” your eyes roll back. art shakes his head. “no, not god. the divine.” he smiles at you bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder and starts fucking into you.

“i thank the divine for bringing you here for bringing me such a welcoming pussy to lay my sperm.” art kisses all over your face gripping your breast hard, panting like a dog in your ear.

“art art art - oh fuck - fuck me harder.” you whine. the twigs on the ground scrap your back, and art is punching the sweet spot inside you with his dick.

art starts licking and sucking on your breast, leaving faint bite marks there. “the best fucking pussy. need you to stay with me, rule with me in my divine kingdom.” everything art’s saying and how his thumbs moves fast on your clit has you blanking. absolutely nothing is being thought. the only thing echoing up there is arts pleads of staying with him.

“i think i’m gonna come.” you dig your nail into his arm as your cum gushes down his cock. you don’t know when art cums in you but he does. the only thing you do know is how you feeling like your floating. everything around you seems so bright and vibrant. is this the divine?

you come back to reality when art kisses your lips asking if your were ok. “i’m more than ok, i’m perfect.” you breathe out. art smiles down at you. “so you’ll stay with me?” art ask taking advantage of the state you were in.

“yes, i’ll do whatever for you.” you and art lay there under the full moon.

(poor girl was tripping off shrooms thinking she’s having a religious experience 🙂‍↔️)

[luvrgreyy]

LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER, ii

leon kennedy x religious f!reader

word count: 3k summary: realizing parents don’t always know whats best. masterlist | taglist | ko-fi

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18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE. religious themes, religious trauma, neglectful/abusive parents, physical abuse(not by leon), mentions of bruises and physical injury, age gap(reader is 19, leon is 27), reader tries coffee for the first time. there will be smut in future chapters.

a/n: sorry for making you guys wait, i wasn’t really contented with the first version i made of this so i decided to redo most of it, which didn’t turn out that good either. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

you had returned from leon’s house, the familiar scent of home enveloping you. the floral aroma of your mother's cleaning products mingled with the rich scent of your father's coffee, yet neither could dispel the unease that clung to you. the house was empty, amplifying the loneliness that settled like a weight in your chest.

of course, the chores. you still needed to finish them before your parents returned. you rushed to sweep the kitchen floor, hastening to the laundry next. the clock ticked ominously, each second a reminder of how little time you had.

but leon’s image haunted you, an uninvited specter in your mind. you tried to forget, to focus on your tasks, but your hands trembled as you attempted to fold a shirt, the fabric slipping from your grasp. frustration welled up within you, a sigh escaping your lips, as you envisioned his eyes, his smile, the warmth that seemed so foreign in your own home.

you moved onto the dishes, hoping the mundanity of the task would distract you. but the clattering plates only evoked memories of leon’s chuckle, his voice echoing in your thoughts, a gentle reminder of the fleeting moments you shared.

and despite your efforts, the chores remained unfinished. the broom leaned against the wall, dishes piled high in the sink, and the laundry lay untouched on the living room floor. the weight of your failure pressed down on you, a physical ache that matched the emotional turmoil.

you couldn’t recall how it happened, your mind always foggy afterward. one moment you were rushing to complete your tasks, the next you were lying on the floor, pain throbbing in your head. vision blurred, you struggled to sit up, the room spinning around you. you reached out, steadying yourself against the coffee table, the cold surface grounding you in reality.

that's when you noticed them — bruises blooming on your arms, smaller ones on your knees, cuts shallow but jagged on your knees and elbows, and tiny splinters embedded in your fingers. each mark a testament to the chaos that reigned in your home.

your parents towered over you, a sight you'd grown used to. their faces were contorted into rage, though you weren't entirely sure what you had done to deserve it. their anger was a constant companion, an ever-present threat.

your father grabbed you by the hair, yanking your head back painfully. "ain't this all you had to do before we came home? 'ts not so hard, is it? don't get what you had to do that's so much more important than what we tell you." you opened your mouth, but only a groan emerged, the pain throbbing in your head, each word a dagger to your heart.

your mother knelt down, roughly grabbing your chin to force you to look at her. "don't you dare act like you're hurt, missy. ain't nothin' hurt. you just want an excuse not to do your chores." her grip tightened, nails digging into your skin.

"we'll give you an excuse, you spoiled brat."

your mother kicked you hard in the side, a shout of pain escaping your lips. your father dragged you to your feet, his grip iron on your upper arm. he wrenched you toward the staircase, each step a reminder of your helplessness.

"up to your room, young lady. don't wanna see you down here till morning." you stumbled up the stairs, each step sending jolts of pain through your bruised body.

you remember it vividly, collapsing onto your bed that night, tears pricking at your eyes, attempting to sob quietly in the darkness of your room.

a storm brewed closer, and you sat in your disheveled cream-colored dress, swinging your legs from the trunk of a tree that stood between your house and his. your face was streaked with dirt and wind-blown hair. you gazed into the distance, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your thigh, oblivious to the world around you.

the front door creaked open, but you remained unaware, lost in your thoughts.

"hi, neighbor," you heard. your head snapped down, eyes meeting his, a flicker of surprise crossing your features.

"hi," a small peep escaped your lips, your voice barely above a whisper.

he stood there, looking up at you, concern etched on his face.

"everything okay up there?" he gestured vaguely at the branches surrounding you. you opened your mouth, but no words came out. just gasps and wheezes. your lungs felt like they were on fire. and all you managed was a quiet hum, just enough for him to hear.

his attempts to climb the tree were futile, making it halfway before he stood on the ground. "you know, there's a perfectly good porch down here. the grass is really nice this time of year too." his voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness you were accustomed to.

you awkwardly shifted on the branch, attempting to cover your legs, the bark digging into your thighs through your dress. "how'd you get those?" his eyes lingered on your bruises, concern deepening.

"i— i'm not supposed to talk to you," you try to avoid eye contact. "sorry."

his brow furrowed slightly at your whispered response. "oh, come on. don't be like that," he leaned against the trunk, looking up at you with intense blue eyes. "talk to me." his voice was low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine, a strange comfort in his persistence.

"i can't," your voice barely reached his ears, but he caught it. "i'm not supposed to tell."

"not supposed to tell what?" he sounded genuinely curious and a little amused, like he thought you were playing a game. his gaze drifted over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. "honey, you can tell me anything. i'm your neighbor, remember? you even bought me cookies. we're friends now."

you glanced down, then back up, then down again. your eyes darted around, worried someone might be watching. when they flicked back up to him, your brows furrowed, eyes frightened. "please, you can't tell anyone, okay? i'd get in so much trouble if my parents found out i told you..." you trailed off, biting your lip. your hands curled tightly around the branches above your head. you trembled slightly, the fear palpable.

"i promise, i won't."

"you gotta tell me why you're so scared to talk. what's going on at home?" his eyes... they just kept looking at you, seeing right through you. you swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. how could you explain? they'd hate you more if you told. and leon... he'd probably think you were weird. or broken. or worse.

but he asked. and he seemed like he wanted to know. and you really didn't want to cry in front of him. so you took a deep breath and told him the truth. "my parents... they hit me. only sometimes. when i don't do what they want." tears pricked your eyes, and you bit your lip hard, trying to hold them back.

you weren't crying. you weren't crying. you weren't... a sob escaped your throat, and soon you were hiccuping and sniffling, clinging to the branches as you cried. he just looked at you as you cried. "sorry."

he didn't say anything. didn't move. just kept looking at you as you cried. this was so embarrassing. but it also felt like a relief, finally telling someone the truth. even if that someone was a boy from next door you barely knew. after a few moments, he finally spoke.

"you know i'm here for you, right? you can talk to me, about anything." his voice was gentle now, not gravelly and teasing like before. "care to come down now?"

"can't," you timidly shook your head and turned away slightly. "it's almost dinner."

the wind whipped through the branches, the only sound echoing through the neighborhood. you looked down at him, his gaze fixed on you. the tears wouldn't stop. "please don't look at me like that," you sniffled, wiping your tear-streaked face with the back of your hands, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

his lips parted as if to say something, but he was interrupted by the door squeaking open, your mother calling out.

"dinner's ready!” the sternness in her voice made you go rigid. your eyes widened, and your hand quickly slapped over your mouth to hold back a whimper. there wasn't much time left. you clambered down the tree, wincing with each bruise pushed to its limit.

halfway down, he reached up to help, his hand grasping your arm to steady you. your feet planted on the grass, you were met with a reassuring smile. "i'll see you later, yeah?"

"okay."

you turned back to your house, swallowing the dread building in your stomach. your mother stood at the front door, arms crossed, a stern look on her face.

"where've you been?" she snapped as you approached. "dinner's been waiting, you know."

"sorry," you swallowed your words. "i— i was outside. in the garden."

"in the garden," she repeated, a hint of suspicion in her voice, masked behind false care. she scrutinized you with her piercing gaze, taking note of your messy hair, dress covered in twigs, dirt stains. the evidence was all over you, each mark a silent accusation.

"well, c'mon then. no point in standing out here all night," she snapped. "go clean up. you're filthy."

later that night, after dinner and chores, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. thoughts fixated on leon. the way he looked at you. the way he listened. the way he didn't judge. his presence was a balm to your wounded soul, a flicker of hope in the darkness.

hours ticked by, sleep eluding you. every time your eyes shut, images of him popped into your head. his intense gaze, the small quirks of his expression, the timbre of his voice, and that slight, warm smile. each memory a lifeline, a reminder that someone cared.

you rolled over, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself, trying to push away the strange feelings stirring within. the uncertainty gnawed at you, a constant companion.

eventually, after hours of tossing and turning, sleep came at last. but it did not bring peace. your fears came to life in your dreams, the pain and dread all too real, haunting you, a relentless reminder of your reality.

the following morning, rain pelted against your window, the sound echoing through your small room. the weather matched your mood, a reflection of the storm within. groggily, you lifted yourself off the bed, body covered in aches and bruises from the previous day.

the rain continued, drumming against the roof. you stood at your window, staring into the gloom, mind wandering back to yesterday. to leon. to the way his presence had offered a momentary respite from your suffering.

a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a clap of thunder. you flinched, heart racing. the pain in your body faded as unease washed over you, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within, each rumble a reminder of your unrest.

your groggy mind struggled to shake off sleep's haze. you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the nightmare's memories lingered like a bad taste. rain lashed the window, creating a steady rhythm that filled the morning air, a symphony of sorrow.

carefully, you climbed out of bed, feeling the throb in your body, and pulled on the first outfit you found, not bothering to change into something clean. your hair was a mess, eyes heavy with unshed tears, the weight of the previous day still hanging over you.

you hesitated at the door, the rain's sound intensifying. but something pushed you forward. maybe it was the need for distraction, the curiosity of seeing leon again, or just the need for human interaction. the need to feel less alone.

you made your way to his house, shivering as cold droplets soaked through your clothes. the front door creaked open at your knock, revealing leon in all his disheveled glory. he looked as tired as you felt, but seeing him lifted a weight off your chest, a small comfort amidst the chaos.

"hey," he greeted, voice rough from sleep, his eyes warming as he took in your bedraggled appearance.

"hi," you smiled awkwardly. "i hope you don't mind, i was hoping we could kind of..."

"i don’t know, talk… i guess."

he blinked, slowly registering your smile. he stepped aside, allowing you in, his presence a silent reassurance.

"mind? are you kidding me? you're soaked. come in." he led you into the living room, closing the door behind you, the warmth of his home a stark contrast to the cold outside.

you shivered again, and he noticed, throwing you a towel. "here, dry off a bit." as you wrapped the towel around your shoulders, you noticed his eyes lingering on you, his gaze seeming to strip you bare. it made you shiver for an entirely different reason, a strange warmth spreading through you.

"i was just about to make coffee. want some?" he asked, gesturing to the kitchen, his voice a gentle invitation.

"no, thank you."

"are you sure? i just brewed a fresh pot," he stands there expectantly, hands resting on his hips. his gaze bores into you, studying you. like he's trying to figure out what's going on in that head of yours. you shift uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny.

"okay," he eventually drops it. "so, what're you doing here this early?" he gestured, his curiosity evident.

why did you come here? oh right. to distract yourself. and also, because you sort of wanted... to see him. "i just... i had some free time, and i thought..." you trailed off, unable to meet his eyes. this felt so awkward, so vulnerable. he filled the silence with his understanding.

"no need to explain," he said. his voice was casual, but his eyes held concern. he studied you for a moment. "i get it."

the way your hair stuck to your face, the slight trembling in your fingers, the faint tinge of pink on your cheeks. you were vulnerable, and he sensed your deep troubles. he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, his presence a silent support.

"you're shivering," he pointed out, voice concerned. "are you sure you don't want coffee?"

you shook your head. "i don't drink coffee," you cleared your throat. "my parents don't let me."

he quirked a brow, confusion and disbelief washing over his features. but his response held no judgment, just a matter-of-fact tone, his concern evident.

"your parents don't let you?" his voice was calm, yet his words carried a subtle bite.

you nodded. the tension was palpable. the silence that followed was filled with understanding, deeper than words. he saw through you, understood what you weren't saying, his gaze a silent promise.

"you're kidding,” he continued. "what kind of parents don't let their kid drink coffee?"

he said it half-jokingly, but not to tease. he was genuinely surprised at your strict situation, an absurdity to him, his disbelief a reflection of his concern.

"it's just coffee," he muttered. "not like its hard drugs or anything,"

"yeah," you chuckled uncomfortably, the sound a weak attempt to lighten the mood.

he stepped closer, leaning down to get a better look at you, eyes searching your face. "your parents... they don't let you do a lot of things, do they?"

"no," you mumbled, eyes shifting away. "but they say it's what's best for me."

his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as you confirmed his hunch. your relationship with your parents wasn't healthy, a truth that weighed heavily on him.

he scoffed softly, pulling back. "right," he said, voice dripping with cynicism. "because your parents clearly know what's best for you, huh?"

"of course they do," your voice cracks. "they're my parents—“

"so what? being a parent means controlling your kid’s life?" he scoffed. "bullshit."

despite his bluntness, he didn't raise his voice. he wasn't angry, just frustrated. he wanted you to see the fallacy in your logic. it was difficult for him to witness your treatment, his concern a silent plea for you to see the truth.

he paused, gaze softening. he saw how much you held back, the tension in your shoulders, the nervous fiddling with your shirt's hem, each movement a silent cry for help.

"i—" you wanted to say something, but your voice was strained, just quiet squeaks, the words caught in your throat.

his face softened, realizing pushing further wouldn't help. his concern a gentle reminder that he was there for you.

"how about that coffee? i'll even make it decaf, so you don’t get those caffeine jitters," he smiled. "sound good?"

you nodded. "yeah, okay."

satisfied, he headed to the kitchen, returning with a steaming mug. placing it in your hands, he ensured your fingers were securely wrapped around it before letting go. his actions were gentle but firm, fearing you might crumble if too rough, his presence a silent comfort.

"careful," he cautioned. "it's hot."

the rain had stopped, replaced by a gentle patter of raindrops on the windowpane. finally, you broke the silence.

"thank you," you said softly. for the coffee, yes, but for everything else too.

tags: @lottiies @arcane5019 @crowleyco @catnipchannie

[iwabaam]

Shameless

Synopsis: An overwhelming night out turned into an unexpected meeting with a stranger.

Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, pnv, nipple sucking, reader and Choso are both drunk, dubcon, premature ejaculation

Word Count: 3.7k

It was a Saturday night on a summer day, and the air outside was moist and clammy. At a house party that your friends dragged you to, you figured that it might be better inside the house rather than outside. Boy, were you wrong.

Despite the fact that you were wearing nothing but shorts and a thin tank top, inside the house, it just may have been worse. Sweaty bodies collide against each other as music bounces off of the walls at an alarming rate, your shoes stuck to the floor with every step, alcohol, soda, and whatever else could be on the floor, making you cringe. You’re not sure why you let your friends drag you out this time. Maybe your body craved some fun, or maybe it craved to get loose. Unfortunately, being here only makes you even more tense.

 

The little bit of alcohol that you had downed just an hour before arriving was getting to you now, making you slightly dizzy as you tried to navigate through the crowd to find somewhere, anywhere, to finally be able to breathe. Your friends had long since dashed off into different directions, no longer caring about what the hell you were doing, and to be honest, you didn’t necessarily care, either. 

 

Trudging through the crowd, you finally found a place less crowded. The staircase. Now, you didn’t know whose house this was, or if you were even allowed upstairs, but the few people hanging out on the stairs told you that it was okay. And if it wasn’t…you’d worry about that later. You tried to bypass your dizziness as you walked up the stairs, gripping tight on the staircase. You pushed past a few people that were in your way, muttering a few 'sorrys’ as you did so.

 

Eventually, you made it to the second floor, and you finally felt like you could breathe. There were a few people up there, but most of them were just chatting and drinking, likely up there for the same reason as you. You sighed, suddenly feeling the urge to pee, and you fanned yourself while looking around at the closed doors throughout the hallway of the upper floor. Man, it was hot…

 

There had to be a bathroom up here behind one of these doors, though. You started to walk down the hallway, opening door after door, before you stumbled on a bedroom. Looking inside, you saw that no one was there, which was a rarity when it came to this overly crowded party. You tip-toed inside, seeing an open bathroom door within the room, and you closed the bedroom door behind you. You then went to use the bathroom, not bothering to close the bathroom door all the way before you sat on the toilet, sighing in relief. You still felt a bit dizzy from the alcohol, so you shook your head as if to shake the drunkenness away. Despite your little ‘attempt’, that did not work.

 

After flushing the toilet, you quickly washed your hands before you made your way to leave the bathroom, opening the door but not realizing the shadow that cast in the crack of the door, and before you knew it, you collided right into something—or someone—feeling a horrid wetness spilling down your shirt.

“O-oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” Said a male voice, and you blinked a few times, your vision coming into focus to see that you had bumped into a man. A very fine one at that. His eyebrows were twisted into worry as he gazed at you, his pupils slightly dilated, likely out of drunkenness.

 

“Uh, no, you’re good.” You said, though a bit awkwardly. You then pointed to the bathroom behind you. “Do you need to use the bathroom? It’s free. I’ll just, uh…go.” Hesitating for a moment, you turned to leave the room, but not before you felt a hand grab your wrist.

 

“Wait, no-” The man spoke, and you turned around, perplexed. “You can’t go out.”

 

“Huh?” You jeered at him. Why was this random dude telling you what to do? You sucked your teeth before you yanked your arm out of his grip, making your way back to the door once more without another word, a bit of a stumble in your gait as you did so, the alcohol in your system not making it any easier.

 

“No!” Before you could open the door, the man grabbed your waist, pulling you from the door. “You can’t leave, not…not like that.”

 

“What are you even-” Before you could finish your sentence, you stopped, seeing his gaze on something else. Following his line of sight, you saw how drenched your shirt was in the front, your nipples being showcased as clear as day. Your eyes widened, suddenly remembering that wetness that had spilled down your shirt just a minute ago.

 

“I didn’t mean to, you just caught me off guard, and…” You could visibly see him gulp, his adam's apple bobbing, as he shamelessly looked down at your breasts. He then shook his head, closing his eyes tightly, before he moved you from the door, his hands still on your waist. “B-but that’s why you can’t go out. You—we have to do something.”

 

“We?” You asked in confusion, and you scrunched your nose in distaste, the smell of the alcohol spilled on you, pungent in your nostrils. “The hell is this, what was in that cup?”

 

“Just vodka.” He said it nonchalantly with a shrug, apparently not being able to get his eyes off of your breasts.

 

“Why…why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, curling in on yourself so that you wouldn’t be as exposed as you were.

 

“Wait-” You weren’t expecting his hands to grab at your wrists, preventing you from fully covering yourself up, but then he quickly let go. “Shit, I’m sorry. Please don’t think I’m weird.” He then turned away, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, I know! You can have my shirt, that way, you don’t have to be exposed.” Before you could say anything, he was quick to take his shirt off, leaving his top half bare to your eyes.

 

“Hey, wait, that’s not necessary,” You said, though you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his well built chest, not exactly expecting that to be underneath his shirt. Maybe it was due to the alcohol in your system, but damn…it felt like the room was getting hotter.

 

Choso looked at you incredulously. “Wha…are you sure? Your…your, uh…” He looked back down at your breasts before whispering. “I can see them.”

 

You sucked your teeth at him, looking at him with a deadpan expression. “Yeah, I know, I can see them, too.” You retorted, and his face dropped a little. “I’ll just stay in here until my shirt dries. I don’t need your shirt, but thanks.”

 

“Aw, man, but I can’t leave you like this.” He said, a small whine coming out of him. “It’s all my fault.” He held his head in his hands dramatically.

 

“Then don’t leave, I guess.” You shrugged.

 

“But, if I don’t leave, I’ll…” For what seemed like the 1,000th time tonight, his eyes were glued back on your breasts, and you saw him gulp once more, as if saliva was just threatening to drip from the corners of his mouth. “I’m Choso.”

 

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by his rather random introduction, a laugh emitting from your lips. “Okay?” You said with a tilt of your head. “I’m Y/N.”

 

“Nice to meet you…Y/N.” He said, your name rolling off his tongue easily. “They’re very n-nice.” You furrowed your brows in confusion before he shook his head, realizing that what he said was rather cryptic. “I mean your tits.” Now, he wasn’t hiding it at all, the tip of his tongue leaping out to wet his lips.

 

“You’re not very subtle.” There was a lilt in your voice, one that would make it obvious to most that you were merely teasing.

 

“It’s kinda hard to be subtle when you look like that…” He said, his voice getting quieter as it seemed like he was leaning in closer to your nearly exposed nipples. Wait, no…he was leaning closer. “I’m just a lil’ drunk, so don’t mind if I-”

 

A startled yelp leapt from your lips as he eventually closed in on you, his face going directly into the wet cavern of your cleavage. “What the fuck!?” Was this guy serious?

 

“Mmmh,” He hummed, nuzzling his face further. “Forgive me…Y/N was your name, right?” He spoke, lifting his head up a bit to look at you, the sudden eye contact almost sent a shiver down your spine. His face was coated with the thinnest sheen of the vodka he had spilled on your shirt, his tongue poking out to wet his lips once more. “You wouldn’t mind if I jus’...” Your breath hitched as his large hands caressed up your waist before reaching the mounds of your breasts, slightly squeezing.

Now, any other time or place, you would’ve slapped the shit out of him, and hell, you still might. Yet, the way he groped you made a forced groan spill from your lips, your body tensing up for a split second.

 

Well, shit…did you like this? The slight desperation and lust mixed in with alcohol clouded his pretty eyes as he looked up at you, and there was no doubt that he saw how he affected you in such a short time. He took this as a green light, his palms pushing your breasts together through your shirt, the ceiling light gleaming on the wet mounds before he leaned in closer, letting his tongue brush against one of your nipples.

 

“Shit…” You whispered, your back arching towards him. You blinked a few times in surprise as you tried to come to your senses, despite the fact that your panties were starting to stick to your lower lips. “Yo, Choso, hold on a sec, w-what are you doing?”

 

“Tiddies.” He simply mumbled before he slipped a clothed nipple in his mouth, sucking the vodka out of your shirt.

 

Your lips parted as you whimpered at his ministrations, trying to speak once more. “I know- hah- I know that’s what they are, but who said you could-”

 

“Please.” He pleaded, his voice dripping with desperation as he looked back up at you through his lashes, groping your tits with more fervor. “Lemme jus’ enjoy this, I’ll give you something real good after.” He said, not bothering to wait for an answer before he was quick to lift your shirt up over your boobs, the subtle bounce enticing him more than anything else. “So pretty…” He groaned, diving in between your mounds to flatten his tongue on your sternum, licking from the bottom up.

 

At this point, you didn’t even want to argue about it, your hands coming up to tangle in his messy locks that were pulled into two ponytails. “Ah, what the fuck ever-” You mumbled as you allowed him to lick down your breasts, cleaning the spilled vodka off of your skin. A muffled groan left him as he once again attached his lips to your right nipple, kissing it before enveloping it in his warm mouth, sucking on the bud. With his other hand, he groped your left breast, kneading it into his palm. 

 

It was almost as if he was obsessed, switching between both of your tits to get his fix until he had sucked and licked every drop of vodka off of your skin. He relished in the sounds that you made, every breath and whimper going straight down to his already rock hard cock, begging to be set free from his boxers. 

 

Once he finally let up from your tits, he looked you in the eye, slowly backing you up until the back of your knees hit the bed, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise as you fell backward.

 

“Fuck, your tits are so pretty.” He groaned, moving to hover over you on the bed. Shit, whose bed was this, anyway? What if someone walked in?

“Wait-” You stammered out, lowkey feeling a bit nervous at the straight lust penetrating you with just his eyes, your palm resting on his chest. “You’re not, like, planning on fucking me, right? Do you know whose bed this is?”

 

He stared down at you in silence for a moment before spreading your legs and resting his body in between them. “I do plan on fucking you.” He simply said, lowering himself down far enough that you felt his warm breath tickle your lips. “And no, I don’t know whose bed this is. That doesn’t matter.”

 

“It kinda does matter.” You retorted with a nervous chuckle, though the moisture between your thighs was telling you that you needed dick, now.

 

“No.” He shook his head, wetting his lips as he lowered his hips to meet yours.

 

“Oh…!” You gasped once you felt his hardness press hard into your covered folds, your hips bucking up out of your control.

 

“Fuck…” He whispered, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them back up. “C’mon, princess, please? I’ll make you feel really good.” He groaned, biting his lip as he grinded his hips down into you, rubbing down directly on your clothed clit. “Jus’ once…jus’ one time, p-please?” He begged, his voice dying down to a whine as a shiver went through him, his cock twitching in his pants.

 

You didn’t know how long you could possibly try and act like he wasn’t affecting you. This man, whom you had met less than 30 minutes ago, was the cause of your soaked panties and spit-shined tits. Your pussy clenched around nothing, as if begging you to cut the act and let him shove his cock into her already.

 

It took just one more delicious grind of his hips before you had made up your mind, your brows furrowing in frustration. “Fine, you can-” Before you could even finish your sentence, Choso had already sat up on his knees, working on unbuttoning his jeans. He was quick to hook his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down along with his jeans, his cock springing out of its confines. 

 

Your jaw dropped. Choso’s cock was big. Big and thick, one big vein underneath the shaft from the balls to right under the mushroom tip. It was red and angry, pre-cum dripping from his tip, so much of it, that his whole cock glistened in the light. You gulped, your mouth watering at the sight, but you only snapped out of it once you felt your clit throb again, pleading for attention. 

 

“Choso, you have to be quick, someone could walk in at any time.” You said, though that was only partly true. Other than the fact that you were in a house that neither of you owned nor lived in, there was also the fact that you wanted—no, you needed him to fill you up as soon as possible.

 

“Oh, I’ll be quick.” He grunted, wasting no time to pull your shorts off in a hurry, the clothing dangling on one leg as he spread your thighs once more. He groaned at the sight of your thin panties sticking to your soaking pussy, your lips outlined in the fabric. “You’re so wet, shit.” He nearly whined before moving your panties to the side and sliding a thick finger through your messy folds, causing your hips to twitch ever so slightly.

 

His eyes were locked on your pussy, a lip in between his teeth as he focused on every little squelch, clench, and twitch on your most sensitive area.

 

“Choso…” You whined, starting to get impatient. “Quick, remember?”

 

It was as if Choso was knocked back to reality, his eyes widening for a moment as he looked back up at you. “Right, right, my bad.” he apologized breathlessly, a glassy look in his eye as he got back to business. “Quick.” He whispered to himself before he aligned the tip of his cock at your sopping entrance, wasting no more time before he breached your walls.

 

You sucked in a breath through your teeth as his fat tip slowly started bullying itself into you, the stretch stinging yet it felt so painfully good. He shut his eyes tight, holding his breath as he sank into your wet heat inch by inch.

 

“Ah, fuuuck, you’re s-so tight.” He groaned, his fists balling the sheets beside your head as he hovered above you, a slight tremble in his hips as he sank further and further. Your lips parted in a soft moan as he filled you up slowly, his pelvis meeting with yours. He paused as he let out a shaky breath, his self control slipping. God, he felt like he was about to bust already. You were so tight and wet, your cavern clenching around his throbbing cock like a glove. 

 

You were about to tell him to start moving already, but it seemed like he was a step ahead of you, his hands going down to grasp at your hips before he pulled back until only the tip was inside of you before slowly inching back in. A plethora of profanities spilled from his lips as he pushed back into your tight heat, a shiver going down his spine.

 

His cock felt fucking magnificent already, dragging along your walls as he set a steady pace, relishing your moans and the faces you made as you took his cock.

 

A heavy blush set on his face as he realized that he might just cum a little too quickly. He was barely 10 pumps in, and his whines were louder than yours as he quickened his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder within the room. Your body jerked with each thrust, and the bed started to creak under the weight of both of you.

 

Choso bent down to nuzzle his head in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing kisses there as he tried not to cum on the spot. “You f-feel so good,” He moaned, moving his hand to grab your thigh as he pushed it further up to give him more space to angle his hips as he pushed into you.

 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your head dropping onto the mattress underneath you as you hissed through your teeth once you felt him push harder into you.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum-” His grip on your thigh tightened as his nails dug into your skin, and you were too far gone to even register what was said, his cock slamming into your walls at a now merciless pace, your toes curled as your thighs jiggled with the impact of his thrusts. You could feel your high start to build up, a lewd moan torn from your throat as you felt his tip press at your cervix, causing you to buck up into him.

 

You don’t even notice him getting whiner and whinier as he kept fucking into you until his cock wildly twitched inside of you, and he was quick to pull out. “C-cumming,” He groaned, brows furrowed, as his cum shot out of his slit in thick ropes, coating your wet lips and your stomach. His hips bucked with every spurt of his cum, making a mess out of you for what seemed like forever until he finally calmed down. “Oh shit-” The tips of his ears went stark red as he realized how quick he just came, especially after the promise of making you feel good.

 

“Uh…” You didn't know what to say. Sure, you didn't want to make him feel bad about cumming, but damn, you wanted to cum so bad. 

 

Before you could say anything to try and make this less awkward, Choso jumped at the opportunity. “Don't worry, I'll make it up to you-” He said quickly, sliding off the bed and dragging you to the edge of the bed before going down to his knees.

 

But, you couldn't even get excited at the prospect of feeling his tongue on your clit, a sharp knock on the door snapped the both of you out of it, freezing as you looked at the door.

 

“Yo, why the hell is my door locked?” A voice called out on the other side of the wooden door, annoyance radiating through the wood.

 

Choso looked at you incredulously, and you frowned.

 

“Why are you looking at me like I did it?” You said with a scowl, frustrated that you couldn't even get off tonight. 

 

Choso growled in annoyance before standing up from the floor, pulling his pants up to hide his half-hard cock. He hesitated for a moment in confusion before picking his shirt up off of the floor, using it to clean the sticky cum off of your pussy lips and stomach, flinching once the person on the other door started banging on it. “Ah, shit.” Choso sighed, his face almost pained as you moved quickly to put your clothes back on. Before you could make any other moves to book it out of here, Choso grabbed ahold of your chin, making you face him. “This isn't over, okay?” He said, voice firm, despite just how weak your pussy made him.

 

“What are you-”

 

“Give me your number.” He said, it almost came off as a command if it wasn't for the pleading whine in his voice. There was another harsh bang on the door, followed by some incoherent shouting and the aggressive wiggling of the door.

 

Anxiety spiked, you shook your head, looking between the door and him. “We don't have ti-”

 

“Fuck that, I don't care about that.” He interrupted curtly, eyes determined. “I need your number. You won't regret it, I promise.” 

 

You sucked your teeth before you snatched the phone that he was handing you, and you were quick to input your number, almost throwing it back at him. Choso, though, didn't seem to care much as he looked at the saved contact with a relieved smile. 

 

“Thanks, princess.” He chuckled before he leaned in to give you a quick, yet unexpected, kiss on the lips before he stood up straight, heading for the door. “See you soon, then.”

 

You then watched him open the door, whatever commotion was going on outside the door falling on deaf ears as you imagined just how he could possibly make up for not getting you off, and just how soon it was going to happen…

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Not sure what to think of the design of this 1982 contemporary in Pikeville, KY. 3bds, 4ba, 3,800 sq ft, $1.2m.

Enter the glass tower. That ladder is impressive- it slides almost completely around the room. Can you imagine deciding on a book on the top shelf?

There's a fireplace, a loft, and while I don't mind wallpaper on the shelving, I don't think that I would choose that particular pattern.

Lots of stairs. This is another sitting room with a stone fireplace soaring up 2 floors.

Look at all the levels.

Here's the dining area, and there are several surrounding seating spaces.

There's even a small seating nook tucked under the stairs.

And, there's also a guest 1/2 bath.

I was liking the warm woods and stone, so I was taken aback when I came to this starkly gray and white kitchen. I didn't expect it.

At least they added a wood dining set.

In the loft, the living room shelves continue to a corner office area. There's also seating and more shelving.

The door by the desk opens conveniently to the primary bedroom suite.

It's large with a seating area.

Back down to the living room, a smaller staircase and hall goes off to another bedroom.

It could be a nice, private guest suite.

I'm getting lost. This is a mezzanine with more bedrooms and baths.

Large bedroom and en-suite up here.

I have no idea where this is. It looks like an upper floor, but then it also looks like a basement door over at the end by the closet.

There isn't much of a yard b/c the terrain is so uneven.

But, there's a very large deck.

And, this fenced in pool and patio is nice.

There's some flat grass here.

Quite a hike from the garage to the kitchen, though.

The 5.33 acre lot is next to the pool and far from the house, itself. It looks like another house can be built on that flat land.

https://www.zillow.com/homes/870-Stone-Coal-Rd-Pikeville,-KY-41501_rb/2127190338_zpid/?

[misseviehyde]

BITS AND PIECES

Molly was beginning to regret entering the cursed dolls house with her friend Emma. True they'd been running away from their bitchy bully Madison and her clique and the strange abandoned house on the edge of town had seemed a safe refuge - but some feeling had told her at the time that they were putting themselves in terrible danger.

As they'd entered the old house, its evil magic had taken effect. The girls had groaned as their bodies changed. Plastic skin gleamed as joints became articulated and in a matter of minutes they'd been transformed into living animate dolls. Emma and Molly now looked like toys... but toys that could walk and talk.

They tried to leave, but the mansion also appeared to be bigger on the inside than the outside and now they were trapped clopping around in the impossible maze-like dimensions of the house.

"Oh my goodness," gasped Emma in horror at her new plastic body. "This... this can't be possible!" She reached over to touch her own arm and screamed as she accidentally detached it from the articulated joint with a pop. Then she calmed, realising it didn't hurt and there was no blood.

Molly looked at her friend in shock. "Looks like we have detachable parts now. Just like a real doll," mused Emma - and before Molly could stop her, she had yanked Molly's arm till it came out with a pop.

Molly watched in sick fascination as Emma popped Molly's arm into her socket and pushed her orignal arm into Molly.

Emma giggled, she now had Molly's sleeve of tattoos and she wiggled her new arm with fascination.

"Looks like we can swap body parts now. I wonder if we get out of the house, would this become permanent?"

"Hey! Give me my arm back!"

"Mmmmh. Later. This feels kinda good..."

Ignoring Molly'd protests, the two of them began looking around and finding a staircase they climbed up it hoping to possibly find a window or something on the upper floor.

They found nothing, so wandering around for a few minutes they returned to the staircase - only to find Madison flanked by her bitchy lieutenants waiting.

She and her cohorts were also now plastic dolls. Madison looked like a demented Barbie.

"I don't know how you nerds turned us into these dolls, but you'll pay for this," screamed the plastic bully as she waved her jointed arms around in rage.

But before she could do anything all three girls began to scream as Emma suddenly rushed at them and pushed them down the stairs.

They tumbled and fell backwards, their plastic bodies breaking and falling into pieces as they fell down the stairs. Their heads rolled away from their torsos and other bits broke off as they landed in a heap of bits and pieces.

Molly looked at her friend in horror. "You... you killed them."

"No, they aren't dead. The magic seems to make us invulnerable. We can put them back together again later. But before we do..."

A wicked grin came over Emma's plastic face. Walking down the stairs she picked up one of Madison's legs. It was long and sexy, smoother and shapelier than her own. Popping her own leg off she attached Madison's instead and then grabbing the other one did the same.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck that feels good."

Giggling Emma stood up. She was now taller and her legs looked amazing. "Oh fuckkkk. I feel so much more powerful and dominant. Soooo confident. Mmmmh these body parts come with feels and I LIKE it. Taking your arm felt good, but this is even better."

Admiring her legs, Emma began looking around with a hungry look on her face. There was a wild gleam in her eyes.

"Wh... what are you doing?" gasped Molly in sick fascination.

"Just making a few other improvements," smirked Emma. "After all if we have changeable parts now... why not?"

She grinned as she found what she was looking for. Lucy, Madison's minion, had the biggest tits at school. They were huge and round - massive fucking milkers that jiggled and wobbled enticingly. Now those tits lay ready to be used.

Lifting them up, Emma detached her own small breasts and with a click, pushed Lucy's onto her chest. "Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels good," she groaned in pleasure as they attached. "I feel like such a... such a fucking bitch. I need MORE."

Turning round she laughed. She now towered over Molly and her massive tits dominated the room.

Emma mashed her plastic tits with glee. "These are gonna feel so fucking good when I become a real girl again, but they are already making me feel so powerful. Mmmmmh I think I'd like to be a bully. Being pathetic boring Emma is so dull."

"Emma, this is crazy. You can't do this. It's wrong."

"You're right," giggled Emma. "It is wrong but it feels so fucking good. Besides I won't be Emma for long. I'm sick of being so weak and pathetic. My body is in control now and it needs a new head. This body deserves to be bitchy. I can take it all. I can become the bully."

Picking up Madison's lifeless looking blonde head from the floor, Emma laughed madly as she reached up and to Molly's shock casually ripped off her own head.

Her body simply tossed her old head aside like it didn't need it, then with a groan of pleasure pushed Madison's slutty blonde head into the neck socket till it clicked.

Evil eyes fluttered open and the new super bitch stretched happily. "Mmmmh yummy, feels so good to have a new personality in the driving seat. I AM Madison now."

"E.... Emma?"

"In a manner of speaking loser. There's bits of her inside my perfect new body - but I'm like totes the best parts of all you sluts now. Haha, now let's rebuild my minions and then I can leave and start my new hot life as a super bitch. Lucy will just have to cope with smaller tits. Think I'll help myself to a better ass and a tighter pussy too whilst we are at it. Hey... you're a virgin right loser? Bet your pussy is super tight..."

Molly whimpered as her new bully approached with a mad gleam in her cruel eyes and she screamed as the new Madison began to tear her apart...

****

Madison groaned as she exited the house and plastic became flesh again. She loved the sensation as all of her new body parts finally merged and turned her into the slutty bimbo bitch she deserved to be. She was now a mix of all the best parts of the girls and rubbing her massive tits she could feel her new superior pussy start to tingle.

Her two minions exited behind her, now looking smaller and weaker without the assets she had taken.

"What about that loser Molly, you aren't gonna leave her like that are you Madison?" asked Lucy sulking at her now small tits.

"What loser?" laughed Madison as she strode away. "I don't remember any loser. What a shame, imagine being trapped in that house forever."

And deep inside the cursed mansion, a plastic mouth screamed from amongst a discarded pile of bits and pieces...

THE END

[zeroclockk]

— ⋆˙⟡ Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter two

- Making Mistakes₊˚⊹♡

He looks in my eyes, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You look good today” he says. That's it, I kiss him.

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 6.6k

Warning: this chapter includes explicit scenes⚠️

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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It's a perfect warm spring day, perfect for a party. I see the bus coming into my peripheral vision, looking up from my phone. AirPods in my ears, blasting some ransom hype playlist Spotify made for me. I check in and sit down.

Last party I've been to must've been a few weeks ago, so needless to say I'm quite excited for tonight. Need to get my mind off of school for a second. The bus ride feels slow. Arriving at Jia's and Nabi's place, a little before 6.30.

They only live 5 minutes away from campus. Bought their own little apartment when they enrolled here. It's nothing fancy, right outside of the campus area, into an alley. It's mostly 20+ year olds living here since it's so close to school.

They all got to know each other over time. To the left are the residential units. They look like the big Minecraft houses. The two story oak plank houses, with double doors, staircase in the middle and a farm in front of it.

It's basically like that. Big two story house, staircase in the middle of it, leading to two doors. One on the left and one on the the right.

It's basically split in four parts. Jia and Nabi live on the left upper floor. The bottom floor belongs to someone else.

On the right side you have the exact same layout, only mirrored. The person who has the top floor is blessed with an attic, whilst the bottom floor can enjoy a little bit of garden space.

It might look small, but it's actually not. It'll surprise you how spacious it is. There's 3 of these units pasted next to each other, Counting a left and right side of a unit one.

On the right side of the alley there's a convenience store. At the end of the path it curves left around the store, to access either the big road or more units.  Never been there, so I wouldn’t really know.

Jia and Nabi live in unit one. the first one to your right, as you walk through the alley. I go up the stairs, turn my body to the left and ring the doorbell.

Staring at the welcome mat beneath my feet, I hear some rummaging behind the door. At the same time I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and I look to see who’s approaching me. It’s Minnie.

"HEYY!" I say opening my arms to hug her. "Missed you yesterday you know" I smiled.

"Sorry" she giggles, smile from ear to ear.

We hear a big thud from behind the door, turning our heads to where the sound came from. "Ouch"

I try not to laugh, pressing my lips together and covering them with my hand. Then the door swings open. "FINALLY!" Jia says

"We're on time Gi" I say setting foot in their house.

“EVEN ME!” Minnie says. She does tend to get late.

"Expected you earlier" she says walking past us, running upstairs. Both Minnie and I follow her, to the attic. They've got two bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and a kitchen, on the first floor.

They turned the entire attic into a walk in closet, devided into two parts. One side for Nabi, vanity on the left wall. Other side for Jia, mirroring Nabi's side.

"So.. I was thinking" Jia starts "Black denim, mini skirts" she smiles.

"I hear ya" I say.

She starts frantically looking through her closet. "We need to look hot and sexy, but also casual"

"Gigi it's just a house party" Minnie rolls her eyes, sitting down in her vanity chair.

"Kai's house party" she says "Wrong.. the football teams house party" She answers. Tilting her head back,  dyed platinum blonde hair hanging over the back rest. "Yeah and Kai is gonna be there"

She continues pulling out pieces of clothing from her closet, occasionally moving to Nabi's side to find specific pieces of clothing. Slowly creating 4 different, matching outfits.

"Where's Nabi at?" I wonder. "Oh! She's getting groceries, she's cooking pasta" she answers. Head buried in between the clothes.

There's not really much to do for me. Nabi's in charge of dinner, and Jia's in charge of the outfits.

Outfit one:

Classic black denim mini skirt, has a light wash to it. White crop top on top of it. White socks, and platform converses for foot wear.

Outfit two:

Same classic black denim mini skirt, with the light wash to it. A black crop top. And again the same white sock, and platform converses.

Outfit three:

Black denim mini skirt again, it has a star on the right side of it. Classic black crop top. White socks, black adidas campus shoes.

Outfit four:

Black denim mini skirt, this time it ruffles midway through. Instead of the usual tight fit. White crop top. Again white socks, white new balance 550's. It's certainly matching.

"This one's for Minnie" she says. Grabbing the stacked pieces of clothing in one hand, the shoes in the other.

"Ruffles for you" she smiles, eyes sparkling. Stretching her arms out, handing her the outfit.

"No platform for you two since you're the tallest ones" she once smiles again. Chin down a little. Eyes up, looking at Minnie through her lashes.

It's true, we're not specifically 'tall'. Nabi and Jia are just really short. Had fought about it many times to see who’s taller. Since Nabi and I only have a height difference of two centimeters. The rest doesn’t need discussion, Minnie sticks out compared to the rest of us. And Jia well… you can certainly see she’s the shortest. Shes 153cm, only wears platforms to appear taller. Minnie is right about 167cm. I'm next reaching 160cm.

She walks back to where she's put the different outfits, then we hear the door open. It must be Nabi coming back from the store, she's a really good cook.

There was this time. I couldnt to stay home, for many reasons. Ran to their unit, crying. Phone was smashed, cards left at home. I was unable to pay for the bus, took me a while to get there. They took me in for about 3 weeks, until I decided it was enough. Couldn't keep living under their roof for ever.

Nabi even gave up her room for me, slept in a bed with Jia the entire time. They told me not to worry, and that I'm welcome anytime. Just felt like I was being a burden sometimes, when they had guests of family over.

Needless to say I know what her cooking tastes like, and it never disappoints.

"NABS COME UP HERE, BRING WINE!" Jia yells, from her closet. And not much later, Nabi comes upstairs. Four wine glasses, and a bottle of rosé in her hands.

"Heyy!!" She says to us. Lifting the bottle of wine up in the air, swinging it a little as she smiles. Scurrying over to Jia's vanity, the one Minnie's sitting at again.

She places down the four glasses, and fills them with the rosé.

"Ohh we're matching matching?" She asks. looking up at Jia, giving her, her glass.

"What? How could you tell?" I say laughing within the words. Utterly confused, I mean there's still three outfits lying there.

She turns around, looking at me. "Do you really think she'd give you the platforms? It’s an easy giveaway, you're second tallest" she explains. It’ll always be a petty competition. You’re taller, you do it! Whilst the gap isn’t even that big. Jia shrugs, satisfied smile plastered on her face “What can I say, she knows me” I gotta give her that.

Then Nabi walks over to me, gives me one of the glasses she's holding and sits next to me on the stool. The kind of stools you see in one of those fancy walk in closets, I guess you could call this a fancy walk in closet.

"Sooo.. Minnie" I laugh, leaning over to look at her, past Nabi. "Who's the lucky guy?" I raise my eye brows. She groans, leaning her head back once again.

"You know we'll find out one day, especially with Jia's detective skills" Nabi says.

"Oh please let me know once you do, I'll enjoy the privacy in the mean time" she answers, sipping her wine. Everyone just sighs, clicking their tongues.

"Okay okay, calm down" she says, Signing with her hands to 'sush' us. "He's tall, black hair, broad shoulders, he's got thick lips and is utterly handsome, he's funny, a gentleman and he goes to our school" she says.

"Oh god, do we know him?" I ask. "Stop no this is so exciting!!" Jia exclaims. Minnie just stays quiet, keeps on sipping her wine.

"C'mon, show us a picture" I say, but all she does is just shake his head. "Someday babes, just not today" she laughs.

"Enough about mystery boy, you guys should get changed."

"Here" Jia says, grabbing My outfit. The one with the star on the skirt, and gives it to me.

Walks back to the two outfits that are left. Grabs the one with the black top, and gives it to Nabi. Getting all of us changed, Jia then does our hair and makeup. Doesnt forget to drench herself in glitter spray, shes always so glittery. It suits her personality though.

All of us are already have a hard time getting out the glitter she leaves on us, let alone if we spray ourselves aswell.

Nabi cooks us dinner, chicken pasta. Already drooling at the name of it. Usually with a bunch of garlic, but not today. They're planning on getting it on with their crushes, what worse than to smell like a humanied piece of garlic. It tastes delicious though, even with the lack of garlic.

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"Alrightyy let's go!" Nabi cheers

We all down the shots infront of us. Shake away the burning sensation in our throats, and walk towards the door. Asses nearly out, but still casual enough for it to not be weird.

I secretly I hope the outfit grabs the attention of a certain someone, won't admit it to them though. Though I wear mini skirts more often, it’s nothing special for me.

We walk over the big of campus. Dark out, all four of our arms intertwined with each other. I can hear the party's music from far, the cheers of people. It makes me feel excited, sounds like tonight will be fun.

Jia is immediately welcomed by many people, won't take her long to find Kai.

I look around the room, filled with people. They've got drinks in their hands, talking to their friends. Some are even dancing.

It doesn't take me long to spot the kitchen. Sometimes I think my kitchens dirty, this takes it to a whole other level. I grab Minnie's hand from behind me, sign to her that I know where the alcohols at.

We walk past Jia and Nabi, who are still saying hi to random people. I place my hands on front of me, on the kitchen counter. Stretched out, leaning on them.

"So, what you want 'm lady?" I ask Minnie.

"I have a strong desire for a vodka sunset ma'am" she replies. Pursing her lips, keeping a formal tone to her voice. "It is my pleasure" I smile, turning around on my heels.

Found the orange juice, in the fridge. and some strawberry syrup next to it, on the counter. Vodka wasn't difficult to find, and so I have all ingredients to make a 'vodka sunset', my specialty.

I see Jia and Nabi walking up to us, automatically assume they'll want sunsets too. Put them in front of them, as they sit down.

“Welcome ladies!” I hear behind me.

The look on Jia's and Nabi's face gives away easily who's standing behind me, so I turn around. Keeping my cool, hear absolutely going insane.

"Hello boys" I say, we all smile. "Craving some sunsets? It's my specialty" I look up at Taehyung standing in front of me. He’s so gorgeous, even up close. As much as you can call it 'in front' though, they're not that close.

They're standing there as if they're in a movie, clearly popular guys. Taehyung, Kai and Jimin. He laughs "Sure" And so I make three more sunsets. I could get addicted to that laugh, feel like I’m gonna fall to my knees just be looking at it.

"Extra sweet for the pretty ones amongst us" I joke. Clearly flirting, as I look up into Taehyungs eyes.

We all say cheers, down our shots.

"Damn, these really are your specialty" he says. Jia and Nabi are clearly eyeing the other two boys.

"So.. you guys party a lot?" Jimin asks. Jia looks down, shes shy. Shes never really 'shy', shes the social butterfly amongst us. Seems like she might really have an eye on Kai, standing next to Jimin.

Nabi had decided to sit down on the bar stool, that's placed beside the kitchen island. Legs crossed, chin leaning on her hand. Batting her eyelashes, as Jimin speaks.

I’m standing closer to the guys, therefore decide to answer his question. "Jia does! Personally not really tho" Turning my head to look at the girls, behind me. Jia looks up. She smiles softly, and raises her hand a little.

"We noticed some.. new followings on insta" I say teasingly. Taehyung laughs a little. He looks down at the floor, his hand reaching for the back of his neck. I swear I’m going insane.

"Aha yeah.. well we noticed some fangirls so"

I try not to laugh at that, smiles obvious on my face. Close my eyes, and shake my head just a little. Before turning my heels, back to the kitchen island.

These men i swear to god.

He’s charming, Taehyung. I’ve heard the stories, girls go feral for him. Talking so casually to him like this, makes me feel as if I have a chance with him. Works me in my delusions, something I’ve dreamed of for months now.

"Another round?" I look around myself, everyone agrees. So I make 7 new sunsets. We talk, we have fun. Nabi started talking to Jimin, finally. And Jia to Kai. Minnie wondered off, probably meeting her boyfriend somewhere.

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"So why haven't we spoken before" he laughs. "I don't know" i respond, rolling my eyes playfully.

"Maybe because I don't want all of the girls in school to hate me! I don't know our status are just too different I guess" I laugh. It's true. He's a popular school jock, I'm a well.. a normal student.

"Jia is quite popular, could've gotten to us through her for sure" he answers. Sorta is what happened. If it wasn't for Nabi and Jia's fangirling, i wouldnt have sat here.

We're sat on a couch at this point. It's late, don't know what time though. It's still full, it's a Saturday so I don't expect anyone to leave soon.

Taehyung is sat next to me, my legs over his lap. Too far gone to go insane, we're chatting nicely. Some girls walking past have eyed me, but the amounts of alcohol I've had by now makes me not care about that.

With the stress of all the homework and tests I've been having, I feel like I'm allowed to treat myself. "You want another drink?" I say, getting up from the couch.

"Oh no I'm alright" he says. I get up, and walk back to the kitchen again.

Working myself through the crowd of people, there's not too many people though. Stumbling across the room, nearly tripping over my feet multiple times. I manage to get myself to the kitchen counter. "Ugh what do I fancy~"

I lean onto the counter with the palms of my hands, rocking on my feet a little. One of them red, American, cups will do. I scan the messy counter, different kinds of alcohol, different brands, different sodas.

I could kill for a vodka Red Bull actually, doesn't matter that I've probably already had enough alcohol for the day.

Can't even bother to measure my drink out, it's probably gonna taste like shit. And when I take a sip, it confirms my assumptions.. yeah tastes like shit.

I turn around, decide to make my way back to Taehyung.

This is why I hate partying. There's sweaty people crawling the place, and I don't even have to bother with the cleanup. Can't imagine what a real club is like, this is just a normal house party.

I do have to say, it loosened up my conversations with Taehyung. I'm not particularly the shy type, just don't like stepping out to others that much. Especially since Taehyung and I are in such different status levels, it would've been weird if I just randomly started speaking to him. Gosh he'd laugh in my face if I’d done that.

I never expected him to be this nice though, he seems actually interested. Well he shows interest in my private life. Looks at me a certain way that makes my cheeks burn hot. And for what reason? He doesn’t like me. We literally just met. I could definitely see him being my first boyfriend, have been.. I mean can you blame me? He’s complete and total bout-

What..

I stop my tracks, eyes wide. I feel as if I'm somewhere I shouldn't be, as if I just caught someone and should apologize profusely.

In the small amount of time it took me to get my drink and get back, he managed to move onto the next girl.. someone who's a lot easier than me apparently.

Took him too long to get into my pants and figured to just get some easy slut to do the job or something?

There's.. a girl. On his.. lap? Really?

Five minutes, FIVE MINUTES ID BEEN GONE??

God why do I even care, I've known the guy for what. Two hours? Still the short scene, makes my world spin a little.

I chug down the drink I had just gotten, and go back to the kitchen to make another one. More vodka in it than last time, tastes even more disgusting than the first one. Chugging it down, nearly gagging, hanging over the sink.

"YOO BUNNY" there's only one person who calls me that. "Didn't expect you here"

He stands next to me, ass leaning onto the counter. Arms crossed, looking into the crowd.

I look up at him, out of breath as if I just puked my brains out. Eyes pained. "You alright?" Jungkook asks.

"Uhm" I clear my throat. "Yeah no ofcourse" I say whilst shaking my head.

"Why are you here?" Stupid question, anyone can just come in and join. Don't need a special invitation or anything.

"Well, sorry for interrupting Yun. Let's dance, it'll take ur mind off of things" He tends to be be the kind of person that takes your mind off of things, rather than talking about it. If I do need to have a serious talk, he's always there for me.

He grabs my wrist, and drags me to the dance floor. There isn't really a 'dance floor', the living room has just been repurposed as one.

The world spins a tiny bit, just nothing too bad. I don't feel like I'm about to throw up anymore, like I've felt copious amounts of times. I genuinely hate it.

I have my back turned to the sofa, Taehyung and I were sitting at. I didn't check if he was still sitting there, as we walked over. But the way Jungkook shifts his gaze between me and the sofa, has me guessing that he is.

"Gon’ tell me what happened?" He asks

I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to talk about it. "Wanna make him jealous?" He then asks again. I raise my eyebrows. "Jealous?"

He doesn't say anything. He places his hands on my hips, to make me step closer. He then takes my arms, and places them on top of his shoulders behind his neck.

He placed his hands on my hips again. Moves his hips himself, swaying to the music. Guiding my hips with his hands to do the exact same thing, 'swaying to the music'.

The moment, somewhat caught me off guard. The alcohol is getting to my head, and it's making me that that Jungkook is looking a little too good tonight.

It's probably the way my stomach just turned, when I saw Taehyung there. To have someone's attention feels nice. It's dark in the room, music is blasting through my ears. And all I can seem to focus on, is the way he's so in the moment.

He seems so unbothered, faint smile on his face from the drinks he's had. The smallest trail of sweat running down the side of his neck, because of how hot it is in here. Yet he doesn't smell bad, good even.

"Yun!" He says, raising his voice just a little bit. "Huh what?" I say, shaken out of my own thoughts.

"Taehyung, he's watching" he nudges his head a little, to where Taehyung was sitting. Now knowing that Taehyung is watching, I wanted to get revenge.

Taehyung probably wouldn't even care, but atleast it's for my peace of mind. Anyone can tell the droopy, sad, expression on my face. I really just want to leave.

But still I choose to not admit to that just yet, focusing on Jungkook once again. Following his guide, to dancing together.

Though, I feel like my emotions are making him feel sad as well. "You here with someone?" I ask him.

Im done with this party, it's been an emotional roller coaster. I was having fun, and I'm letting some useless boy ruin that.

He shakes his head. "Can I stay at yours?"

I don't want to go home, be put up with Yoongi. He'll see right through me, will investigate who hurt me. Just to run off and hurt them.

On one hand, it's nice to have someone care like that. On the other hand, it hurts me too. I keep being left alone, dealing with myself. And having to take care of mum, with Yoongi ran off.

I'm just not in the mood for it tonight. Plus, I've stayed at Jungkooks house copious amounts of times.

He doesn't seem to have a problem with it. Leading me out of the house. Him up front, hand stuck out behind him to stabilize me a little.

He doesn't live too far. But walking is certainly the longer route. Will take a while.

Jungkook is definitely a better drunk, than me. I can tell by the way he looks, smells and acts, that he's had quite some drinks. Though he's still able to walk properly, act somewhat normal.

Were walking on the sidewalk, I try not to stumble. Focusing on the pavement, watching my feet closely. One foot in front of the other and switch. But it doesn't work, I trip. Face down.

"Ah!" I immediately reach for the stinging sensation on my knee. It's not terrible, nothing I'd usually cry over. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"Nayun! Are you okay?" Jungkook immediately rushes over to me. "Ah yeah, my knee just hurts."

I sit down on the ground, as Jungkook kneels beside me

He grazes his fingers over my hurt knee, blows on it. “Just a little scratch, can you walk?” He asks as he helps me up.

I’m on the verge of tears, world crashing down. As if he knows, he crouches down in front of me, signing for me to get in his back. “U sure you can handle my weight” I ask. “Yun. don’t even start, I can handle you perfectly fine” he reassures me.

I get on his back, even though I could’ve just walked myself. The gesture is nice.

Not really in the mood to talk we eventually reach his apartment. He shares it with his friend, Mingyu. He’s nice, only really see him whenever I stay over.

He sets me down on my feet in front of his apartment, and opens the door for me. “Mingyu’s not home, I can take his bed if you want”

Usually we grab 2 separate covers, and sleep in his bed.

I don’t move, don’t know why. My expression feels droopy, empty, hurt. Mustn’t look nice from a third persons perspective. Can’t seem to take my eyes off him. his fluffy hair, that’s wildly distributed because of his dancing. His big hands that are holding the door open. His pretty face that looks at me as he asks.

“Is everything okay?” Answering him feels too difficult, with what’s going on in my head. I’ve never denied the fact that he grew up to be good looking, but to observe him the way I have tonight? Were there shrooms in the pasta or something?

So I don’t answer at all. switch my gaze to look inside of his apartment, and walk in.

“Go sit on the kitchen counter” he tells me, I silently obey his words. Walking to the kitchen and sitting on the empty counter, next to the sink.

He takes a little before he walks over to me, box in his hands. Places it beside me and inspects my knee. I watch him carefully as he takes the disinfection spray, sprays it on my knee. It stings a little but I’ve felt worse.

“Hurts?” He asks looking up at me. I quickly look at me knee, pretending I hadn’t had my eyes glued on him since he started taking care of my knee. Shake me head, because it doesn’t.

He wets a cloth with warm water and dabs in on the skin, before he dries it of plasters it shut with a band aid.

Hips leaning on the counter, hands on both sides of my legs on the counter. He looks in my eyes, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I gulp, for some reason.

“You look good today” he says.

Why. Why does he say that? I’m not in the right state of mind to be handling this right now. I’m afraid I'm going to make wrong decisions, decisions I shouldn’t. But he looks so damn good.. so damn good..

My eyes search his face, no expression. I like my lips, clearly some version of nervous. Still somewhere drunk, I cup his cheeks with my hands. Lean in, close my eyes, and kiss him. And he kisses me back, he actually kisses back. He doesn’t move a lot though, but also doesn’t move away.

As if a switch in my mind flipped, I break the kiss. Hands off him. “Omg, I-I’m so sorry” I apologize. Get back on my feet, ready to flee the scene walking past him.

But he catches my wrist, I swing around back to him. Hair flying around me, almost cinematically. And he kisses me again. More forceful this time, pushing my back against the counter again. He brushes a hand through my hair and rests it on my neck. Before placing me on top of it again.

He licks the bottom of my lip, testing the waters. I copy his movements. Tongue exploring my mouth, I let a moan slip. With the amount of alcohol I’ve had today, embarrassing is a stage I’ve far surpassed.

He takes it as a sign. kisses me along my jaw, down my neck. Moving my head to the side to give him easy access. His hands on my waist.

“You look good too I guess” I say. He laughs at that, sending vibrations all through my body.

“Shut up” he says with a slight chuckle in his voice.

“Make me” what in the word possessed me to say that. He’s my best friend, I don’t want this. Expected it to be Taehyung.

He stops what he’s doing, looks me in the eyes. “Sure?” He says. “yes..” I whisper. No, no is what I should’ve said. But it feels too good to stop, feels wrong for it to be him. But feels so good.

As if he doesn’t need telling twice, he connects his lips with mine again. Rougher this time, as if they’ve been wanting it for years. Though it’s just a one time thing. Doesn’t see him like that.

He picks me up from the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist. No idea where he brings me to as my back is turned to the apartment, too busy focusing on his lips.

“Gon make you feel so good” he says between kisses. Until my back hits the back of his bed. Legs still wrapped around his waist.

He takes off his shirt, he’s certainly been working out. Big biceps, soft skin, toned abs. Oh do I love muscles.. “Like the view huh?” He cocks. GOD do I want to roll my eyes at him. But instead I take my shirt off as well. Left in my bra, and skirt.

“Expected someone?” Is the first thing he said at the sight of my bra. “No” I lied. He doesn’t respond. far too occupied kissing my chest now, as my moans occupy the room.

He trails his fingers across my thighs, teasing me. He stops kissing me, looks me in my eyes. Don’t know what to say to him. No words come to mind. Brows furrowed, biting down on my lip.

“What you want bunny” he teases higher up on my inner thighs, should’ve worn safety shorts but decided not to. Wearing a baby pink, lacy thong, that matches my bra.

“Don’t call me that” I say breathily, hate it when he calls me that. Called him bunny once because I thought it was funny, he’d call me bunny too. Mine stuck, his didn’t. He knows I hate it.

“What?.. Bunny?” As he says that, he presses down on my clit. Receiving a soft moan from me. “Seems like you like it” he smirks. Hate that smirk.

He dares to shoot even lower, finger at my entrance. He circles around, not wanting to put them in yet.

I want to speak up, talk back. Tell him to shut his mouth. “I-ah, fuck” failed miserably. Just as I want to tell him off, he dips one finger in.

“Fuck, you’re so wet bunny” that stupid name again. My hand shoots up to his bicep, holding onto it for dear life. “More” he’s not even really doing anything, yet I want his big hands to stretch me out further.

He obliges, adding another finger.

“How bad do you want it bun” he asks, pumping his fingers in and out painfully slow.

“Shut up” I hiss. Though u have to admit, I clench around his fingers as he calls me that.

“Tell me” he says again and still his fingers completely. “Finger me Koo” I look at him, doe eyed. I can feel him fucking twitch against my leg as I say that. He looks at me for a few seconds, completely still “Koo?” He breathes in heavily, leaving a groan as he releases his breath.

He crashes his lips against mine, moving his fingers again. He's certainly skilled to say the least. two fingers moving in and out of me again, curling inside of me, hitting the exact right places. Thumb on my clit circling around it.

My mouth falters open, unable to kiss him back. The back of my head burying deep in the mattress. Eyes shut. Fuck it feels good.

He kisses down my collarbone. If he continues like this I'm actually going to come soon.

"Fuck, Koo" I moan loudly, he can feel my walls clench around his fingers. He stops kissing me. "Look at me when you cum" He says, well.. more like demands. "Look who's making you feel like this yun" I absolutely try my best to look at him, eyes faltering shut before opening them again. "That's it" He praises, That's what it does for me. My orgasm hitting me hard, as I try my absolute best to look at him. Tears nearly peeping through.

Both our heads snap at his door, before we look at each other shocked. "I thought you said Mingyu wasn't home" I say as he quickly pulls his fingers out of me, feeling empty inside. "He told me he was staying at his girlfriends house" quickly closing his bedroom door as the front door opens.

We both find our discarded shirts on the ground putting them back on. I run to his mirror checking if I look presentable. we both stay completely silent, holding our breath afraid to make a single sound.

We can hear Mingyu walk past the door, to his own bedroom slamming his door shut. both letting out a breath we've been holding for far too long.

Jungkook leans his head back against the door. I can see the disappointment in his face. the walls are thin, heard Mingyu in action one time.

I feel disappointed, bad for him. Poor dude getting blue balled. I'm afraid to admit I was kind of looking forward to returning the favour to him.

Who says we still can't?

I walk over to him, as quiet as I can. As soon as I approach him I trail my finger across his abdomen, placing kisses on his shoulder and collarbone.

"Bun? what ar-" I cut him off, shushing him wish a kiss to his mouth. "Just stay quiet" I whisper against his ear. my hands at his waist band, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. dropping down to my knees.

to be honest I have no idea what I'm doing. mimicking things I've seen, and read. Pulling his jeans down a little, placing a kiss on his clothed cock. I can feel he's still rock hard. I can hear his breath hitch as I place a kiss on it.

Not wanting to waste too much time, I pull his boxers down too. nearly jump scaring me as he springs free. I need a moment to register what I'm seeing, I've always seen dicks as something pretty ugly. But having him in front of me like this, makes me think otherwise. He's big. Bigger than I thought existed in real life. But nothing abnormal. "Stop staring" He whispers. I meet his eyes. shaking me out of my thoughts. There's no way in hell I can take all of him.

I place my hands at his base, Notice he's struggling not to moan at my touch. Place a kiss on the side of his cock, licking a long stripe across the vein that goes from the base to his tip. placing a kiss on it as I reach the end. swiping my tongue across his slit, tasting his precum. And take him in my mouth.

I can tell he's struggling to keep quiet, his hand finding it's way into my hair. I try to take as much of him as I can, without trying to gag on him. bobbing my head up and down, moving my hands wherever I cant reach.

Never would I have thought, giving a blowjob can be arousing for the one whose giving it as well. noticing I'm rubbing my thighs together as if I didn't just orgasm around the same fingers that are in my hair right now.

he pushes my head down a little, making me moan softly against him making him groan in response. I look at him through my lashes, eyes meeting his as he was already looking at me.

I squish his balls lightly, sending him over the edge. he pushes my head down hard, tears peeking through the corner of my eyes. he comes down my throat. soft humming coming from above me as he tries his best to stay quiet. warm liquid trickling down my throat as I swallow all of it.

sucking him empty and letting go with a plop. He wipes the corner of my mouth, as I smile at him proudly. "Good girl" he says, making me clench on absolutely nothing.

He puts himself back in his boxers, putting his jeans back on as well as I get back to my feet. He nudges his head to his door that he's still leaning against.

"U can take a shower if you want to. take a tee of mine" I nod at him, swinging around to his dresser stealing one of his shirts. running off to the bathroom.

Been to his house so many times is normal for me to be here.

I walk back to his room after my shower, hair blow dried, big shirt of Jungkook's. he switches places with me and disappears into the bathroom.

suddenly it all feels empty again, quiet. events of this evening reoccurring in my head. Jungkook seemed to take my mind of Taehyung for a little. but now that, that moment is over, it all comes flushing back.

I feel so stupid to think I had an actual chance with him.

I make my way to Jungkook's bed, curling up under his covers. Too empty to even open my phone to see my missed messages. Or to look at TikTok to pass the time.

Time passes so slowly, staring right in front of me. No thoughts running through my mind, but at the same time so many.

Jungkook makes his way back into his room. I didn’t even notice until he was in squatting next to me. tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as I'm laid on my side. I look at him, only my eyes moving to find his.

"you sure you're alright?" I don't want to answer him, feel embarrassed about what happened. I feel so naïve.

"Lets pretend nothing happened okay?" I tell him. He nods. a simple "okay" leaving his mouth.

he walks over to the other side of his bed. back facing me, my back facing him. I feel like I shouldn't leave him in the dark on what happened.

"had a crush on Taehyung" I admit to him, feel like I'm admitting it to myself as I tell him. "Was talking with him at the party for like 2 hours.." he stays silent, not sure if he's listening or maybe already sleeping. "left for a drink, saw another girl on his lap when I came back"

"I felt so naïve, to think he'd like me back. but he just wanted to get in my pants. was devastated when I saw them, felt like I was gonna throw up" I tell him "Oh yeah and then I fell." I add.

He's completely silent. no clue if he's even awake, maybe he's wearing headphones. maybe he fell asleep, I don't know.

"Koo?" I say softly. I get a soft "yeah?" back, almost like a whisper.

"Wasn’t sure if you were listening" I say. there's so much room between us. I left to his house to feel comfortable, to not be alone. knew my brother would be a pain in the arse at home. and if he wouldn't, than mum would be. I feel.. empty, even tough my night was so full.

After everything that happened with Jungkook tonight, how is my mind still with Taehyung? "Koo?.." I say again. "yeah?.." Somehow I’m nervous for what I'm about to ask him, afraid he’ll reject me. Part of me knows he wouldn't. Part of me knows it isn't usually weird. Just after what happened today I'm unsure.

"Can we cuddle?" I ask quietly, Almost embarrassed.

He doesn't reply, all he does I move. Move closer to me in his bed. And as I look over I see him holding his arm up. Open for me to join him. Not a single moment in my mind that doubts rolling over to him.

He wraps me up in his arms as I hug his waist tightly, not wanting to let go of someone else at the moment. So desperately in need of physical touch, is sad.

A tear falls down from my face. too much going on at the moment. too much for me to handle. I know he can feel me sob in his embrace, I know his shirt is getting salty wet because of my tears. he doesn't mention it. caresses my hair and suits circles on my back. even places a kiss on my forehead.

"Back to normal tomorrow m'kay?" He whispers, hearing the vibrations from his chest through my cheeks, are soothing. secretly wishing they could last forever.

I nod, and fall asleep quite vastly.

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Withering Petal ( Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 2

Chapter 2

Everything was going great. For the first time in a while, Amora was having a smooth day. She finished working on a side project for a client that she did not like at all because he was an absolute asshole to her every chance he got, but said client is paying her to where she's set her financially well for about a year, and she won't have to deal with him until the next year. Her giant black schnauzer, Bowser, didn't act up today when she took him to his trainer. Even her own training sessions at her Muay Thair lessons went well, and lastly, it helped that she didn't have any nightmares, which always gave her relief.

Amora stood up from her office seat, stretched her body, and went to walk over to the full-length gold-framed mirror she had tucked in the corner. Taking a quick look at herself, she took in the sight of her brown smooth skin cladded only in a red lacy nightgown with her jet-black hair coiled down her back. She took a closer look in the mirror at her hair and grabbed the rattail comb she kept on her desk to fix the middle part since it looked a little crooked. A sigh escaped her full lips as she finished fixing her hair, scowling at her reflection. 

“I need to call Yana for a touch-up,” she thought. She steps back from the mirror and gives herself one final look before calling for Bowser and walking to the staircase that's to the left of her upstairs loft.

She heard his collar jiggle and the pitter-patter of his paws coming from her bedroom as she waited for him so they could go downstairs for his last walk before it got dark. Her fur baby rounded the corner, looking like a void of black fur, coming at her with full speed. She felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips before she gave him the stern command, “Sawaru.” 

Immediately he sat, but only for about 30 seconds before he got up on his feet, placing his paws on her upper bare thighs, trying to get some affection. She rolled her dark eyes, but the full-blown smile gave away her true feelings, and she couldn't help but start giving him love. 

“You’re such a cutie; awe, yes, you are. Who's a good boy? You areeee” After a minute of showering him some love, she took him downstairs and put on her outside slippers, grabbing his doggy pop bags and the gun she kept behind the black entrance table, making sure it was properly loaded, like usual since she’s never had to use it. 

“At least I don't have to use it yet,” she thought bitterly, and she was outside the door, letting Bowser speed past her into her own private land. She wasn't worried about anyone seeing her since she was the only house in her area for at least half a mile. She moved to the railing she had on her porch and looked around her surroundings, appreciating the beauty of nature in front of her. The sun was setting, coloring the sky pretty pink and orange-looking, and the gleams of the sun were hitting beautifully on the small woods to the right of her house. 

She scanned the trees to make sure she saw nothing hiding in the tree lines. A slight paranoia broke into her mind as she was stuck scanning the trees until bowser bark cut through her mind. Immediately she tensed and gripped her gun, snapping her head to where the bark came from, but relaxed once she saw he was only chasing after a bird flying around his lead. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with her freshly done French-tip almond nails. 

“Come on, Amor, get out of your head; everything is fine, and we’re safe,” she said out loud. She took two deep breaths to battle the rising panic she felt edging slowly over her body. 

Bowser barked again, and she looked his way, seeing that he was about to use the bathroom. She gripped the doggy bag and sped away to clean up after him and bring him inside since the last of the sunset had gone away and what was left in the sky was only a blanket of stars.

Taking one last look at the tree line, she hurried inside and set her alarm system, making sure everything was locked as it needed to be. The front and back doors, all the windows upstairs and downstairs, and the kitchen and living room were locked. When she was done doing everything, she placed her gun back on the table, turned on the two lamps she had in the living room, sat on her big black couch, and grabbed the blanket and the book she was reading earlier, thinking she was going to have a peaceful night. But she only got 10 minutes into the book until she heard her robotic alarm system go off. 

“Motion sensor activated, right side of house”

Immediately, she jumped up, ran to the library wall she had on the right of her couch, and grabbed the shotgun that was in the secret compartment. She quickly ran to the front door, Bowser right at her feet trailing along. 

"Alat," she told him, and he went into his protective stance. In front of her, she opened the front door, taking a deep breath before holding up the shotgun that was shaking in her hands and quickly walking to the right side, where she saw the monitor lights shine. She quickly scanned the area and saw nothing out of the ordinary until Bowser started growling as they got closer to the lights. 

Amora froze as she saw it—or him. It was a man leaning over in all black, blood dried up over his tan skin, with weapons attached to his body. She saw that he was gripping his right side and had a hand up that was blocking the light. But that hand, too, had blood pouring down it. She saw him look in her direction, but as he did, he fell to his knees and landed face forward in the grass, unmoving. 

She let out a shaky breath and stepped closer to get a better look at the intruder. She picked up a rock that was near her and threw it at the stranger's head, seeing it bounce off his curly hair, but he was still unmoving. 

“Kansatsu Suru,” she commanded, and Bowser ran over to the stranger, sniffing and shoving him. He whined and looked at her, but still, the stranger did not move. 

She walked up to the man, looked around the area, making sure she saw nothing else, and looked down at the man before kneeling to grab his arm to drag him to the house. 

Authors Note: and that’s chapter twooo. I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully it’s not too slow and not too fast.

I almost forgot here are translation for whenever she’s speaking to Bowser

Japanese - I am not fluent in Japanese, but I did try researching these words to make sure I’m using them correctly.

Sawaru- sit

Alat- Alert

Kansatsu Suru- Observe

[still-not-over-transformers]

“Strictly Professional”

(Knockout x Reader-insert)

Takes place after the events of Season 1 Episode 11: Speed Metal. An event that left Knockout without his driver-side door.

“Do you know how difficult that is to replace!?”

(Y/N) were bored. Painfully bored. Looking outside a mahogany-lined window pane, you had a stunning unobscured view of the sunset. The rolling hills were a lush green, and the sunset painted the sky gradient hues of gold, crimson, and lavender bordered by a tree-line comprised of spruce, pine, and cedar. It was a gorgeous view you had seen again, and again, and…. Again. (Y/N) sighed. Growing up in a stunning villa in upper New York state had its perks, but despite being able to do whatever you wanted you never seemed entertained. You see, money can buy a lot of things: houses, luxury cars, private jets, trips around the world, etc. But it could never seem to stop the ever-constant boredom you often experienced as nothing was ever unexpected. As if something else was missing.

*BUZZ*

*BUZZ*

*BUZZ*

You looked at your phone to see a reminder you had set for the Exotic Car Show you were attending that evening. You were mostly ready as it was, just touching up your makeup a bit. Then you grabbed your phone and clutch purse before making your way down the spiral staircase to the front doors. You had chosen to dawn an elegant but edgy silver dress with an asymmetrical hem and a single sleeve on the right arm. Your footwear of choice were classic black heels, but with a reasonable pump-height so you didn’t break your ankles. The doors were held open by your family butlers, as you made your way to the curb of the driveway at the front of your family villa.

Your family’s wealth came from a combination of significant shares in various luxury-brand car manufacturers; your father being on the board of directors for Mercedes, and your mother the Logistics Manager also for Mercedes. Obviously the same workplace is how your parents met. Throughout your life, your parents had given you the world, albeit requiring you to maintain a job. So you work alongside your mother as her assistant. For the past month, your mother had been off who knows where in Europe on a business retreat. While you had been invited, you knew it would be nothing but hanging around other snooty rich business-types whom were always dull company. Also, why were rich guys always old and/or ugly?

Your chauffeur was waiting with the car door open. You entered the vehicle and soon you were off to the car expo. On the drive, you had been reading up on the potential reveals and demos that might be at the event. You were primarily excited about the exotic vehicle demos, as you had an appreciation of exotic cars. The horsepower, design, curvatures of the body frame, were nothing short of thrilling.

As your ride pulled up to the event, you exited the vehicle as your chauffeur assisted you. You acknowledged the chauffeur curtly, before entering the event space. There were a few minor celebrities taking photo ops; some wannabe playboys posing near their cars with groupies and models; and then the actual cars themselves scattered about a massive lot. Each vehicle had an attendant to provide information as well as prevent unwanted touching of the cars. You passed a silver Bugatti Chiron, a brand new Corvette Stingray, luxury Jaguar and Cadillac models… But something else caught your eye. A glint of red made you turn and approach a vehicle off to the side.

As you got closer you saw a stunning bright scarlet Aston Martin One-77 with white highlights. You couldn’t deny that this was a sexy-ass car. “Damn…” (Y/N) muttered. You approached the luxury vehicle and drank in its sleek form, the curvature of the design, the stunning richness of the paint job. As you walked around the car, you were jarred at the realization that the driver-side door was completely gone. “What the fuck happened to you?” (Y/N) exclaimed, “Who in their right mind wouldn’t have replaced that by now?” Come to think of it, it was odd that this one car in-particular lacked an attendant which all other cars had present.

With the missing door, the temptation to climb inside was intense. The one thing her family wasn’t big on spending money on were cars. Your parents thought that spending money on lavish vehicles was an unnecessary expense. Fucking ironic. Even if you couldn’t have it, you were going to briefly experience the thrill of having such a stunning vehicle. You climbed into the driver’s seat and drank in the elaborate console, the impeccably clean interior, it even smelled brand new. You gently ran your hands over the steering wheel, imagining what it would feel like to drive it. As you indulged yourself for a moment longer, suddenly you found that the seatbelt was latched around you. “What the fuck? …When did i…?” (Y/N) said in confusion.

Before you knew it, the car shifted into gear and peeled out from its spot. Multiple attendees of the event panicked and flung themselves out of the way. (Y/N) shrieked once before desperately pumping the brakes, but to no avail. When you tried to move the gear shift into neutral, you found that it didn’t budge at all. After a few minutes of sheer terror and panic, you were no longer at the exotic vehicle venue, but instead on the outskirts of the city in a maze of alleyways. As the vehicle finally came to a stop, you heard strange sounds akin to shifting parts and an electronic sound. Before you knew it you were aloft in the air. In the hand of a giant robot who was giving you a highly-offended glare. You were frozen. You struggled to comprehend the situation, wondering if you might have lost your mind.

“Humans have no sense of respect! It’s bad enough that I’m missing a part, but now you decide it’s a bright idea to climb into a vehicle you don’t know” the Decepticon exclaimed. It talked (Y/N) thought. Knockout looked down at the tiny human in his grasp, “I hope you enjoyed the brief joy ride, but I think now I’ll punish you for daring to touch me.” With his free servo, Knockout’s servo transforms into a buzzsaw. You begin to panic, squirming briefly in the grip of the large metal hand around your waist before pausing. “WAIT! WAIT A SECOND AND I CAN HELP YOU!” (Y/N) shouted. The Decepticon raised an optic ridge and paused, “Oh? And how could an insignificant human as yourself possibly help me?” You took a deep breath to compose yourself, clearing your throat before speaking further. “I can replace your missing door. I have resources.”

Knockout was clearly interested in where this was going, as he had been having a nightmare trying to replace that door. “Go on…” You continued, “My job is literally ordering supplies and parts for luxury and exotic cars, I’m pretty sure I can order a replacement for you. Aston Martin One-77 right?” Knockout thought to himself for a moment, wondering when he would have such an opportunity to make himself whole again. The Decepticon turned his helm back towards the helpless human within his grip, “Correct. I see you do know your vehicles, human. If you can indeed supply me with the replacement part I require, I will hold off on exterminating you.”

(Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief, “I can make the call right away, if I would be allowed to reach my phone? And t-trust me, I’m not stupid enough to try to run in these heels.” “So now you make wise decisions. Very well.” Knockout chided before slowly lowering (Y/N) to the ground and releasing you. You briefly adjusted your dress and hair before opening your phone and making a call. You didn’t attempt any funny business, and reached out to one of your business contacts at Aston Martin Works. After a brief amount of small talk, you ordered the part and arranged its delivery. As you ended the phone call, you returned your gaze to the massive robot before you. “Alright I had the part ordered for you. And With express shipping.”

Knockout looked down at you, surprised you hadn’t soiled yourself as most humans would have by now. “And how am I supposed to receive this part? For all I know, if I let you out of my sight you’ll disappear and I’ll be left high and dry” he mused. Finding your confidence you replied to him calmly, “The part will be shipped to my home address at 11am sharp tomorrow. To prove I’m good for it, you can drive me home so you’ll know where to knock if I’m lying.” The Decepticon scientist was taken aback by this human. Giving up her home address so willingly confounded him. Knockout could easily decimate her and her entire home, yet this human was so willing to cooperate despite her best interest. “…You are a very strange human. You do understand I will squash you if you’re lying?” He placed a servo on his hip sassily. You watched his mannerisms and couldn’t help but grin slightly, he was so sassy.

“You are a giant transforming robot with a buzzsaw hand, and I’m not an idiot. I’ll keep my word. Besides, you’ll know exactly where I am since you’ll be taking me home. And stop calling me ‘human’ my name is (Y/N)” you smirked. Knockout raised an optic ridge, albeit impressed with this strange human. “Very well… but touch anything and I will crush you” he said before transforming back into vehicle-form. You took a pause before climbing into the driver’s seat, being careful not to touch anything. As the engine starts, you had expected the same aggressive driving as your previous abduction. To your surprise, the drive was fast but smooth. You tried to avoid speaking as much as possible, not wanting to push your luck, so instead you thought. You thought about the events prior to your encounter and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. It could’ve been worse to be honest. You could’ve been kidnapped by an ugly white pedophile van. At least you were taken by a sexy Aston Martin.

After what felt like brief moments, your captor arrived at the gates of your family estate. You punched in the security code in the keypad and the gates opened. Knockout pulled up to the front doors and parked. As you tried to exit the vehicle, the seatbelt wouldn’t unlatch and you looked back. “Remember, I’ll be close-by until our deal is seen through” Knockout hummed. You paused, “You sure are untrusting for a robot. I don’t have a car of my own so no worries on me going anywhere.” With that, the seatbelt released and you were able to make it inside of your home. As you climbed the staircase towards your room, you couldn’t help but clutch her chest. You felt a surge of adrenaline and you knew it wasn’t fear. No, this felt more like butterflies… You went into your room and immediately climbed into your bed. As your eyelids felt heavy, your only thoughts were of the intoxicating voice replaying in your mind. Until you fell asleep….

You felt slightly groggy as you awoke the next morning. Slowly as you climbed out of bed you remembered the last night’s events. Just to be sure you hadn’t dreamt it, you rushed to your window to look at the driveway. Sure enough, you saw the red and white Aston Martin parked there. A brief double-honk was audible, and you realized the robot could see you from the window. Your phone buzzed and as you opened it, you saw a security notification from the gates. You approved access and a delivery vehicle made its way up the driveway and delivered the part you had ordered. You made your way outside and signed for the delivery and the delivery employees carefully loaded the part into the Knockout’s trunk. As soon as the delivery men had departed from the property, you approached the driver’s side door and leaned forwards, “Looks like I came through on my promise. Think that makes us square?”

Knockout hesitated briefly before replying, “We shall see. After all you are technically a loose end, knowing of my existence and all. We will see if you’re worth more alive than dead.” As you lingered a moment longer, you couldn’t help but ask a question that had been burning within, “Just in case you do decide to continue doing business with me, may I at least know your name?” Dead silence was the initial response and it lingered in the air for what felt like an eternity. “You may address me as Knockout.” With that, Knockout revved his engine and quickly drove down the driveway and onto the main road. As he gained more distance between himself and the villa, Knockout questioned what he was to do about this human. He could’ve just killed her and be done with it, after all he did have the part he had needed. But a part of him didn’t want to end this odd human. He brushed it off as a start to a strictly professional relationship, and a potential supplier if he needed any more replacement parts in the future.

A couple months later….

After your first encounter with Knockout, you felt reinvigorated. That fateful encounter provided you with more excitement and adrenaline than you had ever experienced. After you had provided Knockout with the spare part, you were certain you would never lay eyes upon that robot again. To your surprise, you would have many more encounters with him. Apparently there were other giant robots whom Knockout would get into battles with, and would result in him needing replacement parts. With each encounter, you found yourself enjoying his company more and more. Finding both yourself and him to be fellow automobile enthusiasts. Your conversations even included some witty banter and jokes here and there. More than anything else, you found that your heart fluttered every time you laid eyes on him. You weren’t quite sure why, but nonetheless you enjoyed being around Knockout.

It was a Thursday afternoon and you had met with Knockout at your villa to provide another spare part, as Knockout had lost a side-view mirror in a scuffle with what you knew as “Autobots.” You had wanted to attempt a more friendly relationship with Knockout, but never wanted to risk it. Today was the day you decided to be bold. After all, you had sent the staff home early. You approached Knockout at the curb of your driveway, “You know, there is an International Auto Show being held in New York tomorrow night that will consist of the most expensive and luxurious vehicles from across the planet. I’ve got a ticket, but I’m afraid I’m short on a stunning ride to show up with.”

Knockout transformed from his vehicle mode and towered over you. He raised his optic ridge, wondering what on earth she was getting at, “You do understand I’m a highly advanced cybernetic being, not a taxi service? Besides, our relationship is strictly… professional and exists because I’ve chosen not to squash you. Yet.” You nod your head as you watch his body language. “Mhm. Mhm. All true, except for the fact I don’t think you’d want to squash me. I think you’ve gotten fond of our “professional” relationship,” she uses air quotes and smirks. “That and I don’t think a vehicle enthusiast such as yourself would want to miss out on an exclusive reveal of new models before the rest of the planet. A shame you’ll squash me and never experience it,” she says with an open smirk.

Knockout turns towards (Y/N) and gives her a look, a servo on his hip in his sassy mannerism, “Now now, I didn’t say no. Honestly it would be embarrassing if you showed up in anything less stylish than yours truly.” You could feel your heart skip a beat as you tried to reply in a nonchalant manner, “So you’re saying yes? I guess it’s a date then. The event starts at 7, so we should get an early start since it’s an hour drive.”

Knockout chuckles briefly before replying, “I’ll be here at 7. Always best to be fashionably late.” He smirks before transforming, the shine from his polished chassis gleaming in the light of the setting sun. He dramatically peels out of the expansive and large driveway before leaving the property. As the Decepticon’s frame disappeared from view, (Y/N) sighed softly to herself, “Always so dramatic…”

As Knockout began his drive back to the pickup coordinated for the Nemesis, he couldn’t help but have his gaze linger at the quickly disappearing villa in his rear view mirror. Perhaps the relationship between him and this human was a bit more than… strictly professional.

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[oneshotnewbie]

Hiiii! So, since it's allowed to send some requests in..I have an angsty one (I think i mentioned it months ago) 😁 Alex Danvers x reader. They are childhood sweethearts, now happily married, reader is not part of the DEO tho she knows everything. Somehow, another Alex from different Earth comes through a portal, having lost her own wife. She is kinda mean though. She temporarily disables "our Alex" and kidnaps reader, taking her to her Earth, leaving the Superfriends look for them in order to bring reader back. - happily ever after or not, I'd leave it up to you 😁 thank you! 😊

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Authors note: Originally I wanted to write something completely different but my hands and mind led me to something else 😂 Hope you like it and have fun reading ♥

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The day was filled with a rare clarity as Kara flew her way through the lush landscape. The villa, an architectural masterpiece of bygone times, sat majestically on a hill, surrounded by a lush garden framed by magnificent trees. The last rays of sunshine of the day bathed the scene in a golden light as the blonde took in the silence and atmosphere of the nature around her.

You outdid yourself in choosing the location for celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary with Alex. The old, vine-covered, red-brick house with its large, bordered green park was glorious in the summertime and brought out the bright colors you have carried in your heart from the day you met the redhead.

A gentle wind blew through the treetops, carrying with it the quiet hum of birds. Kara arrived on the ground and immediately climbed the stone steps to the entrance, where the massive doors stood wide open, welcoming her warmly. A faint hint of nostalgia hung in the air in the spacious entrance hall. Antique furnishings filled the room, from silver-plated mirrors to a grand, curved staircase that led elegantly to the upper floors.

A soft murmur and the quiet clatter of tools came from outside. She followed the sound and found herself on a balcony. The vantage point offered a breathtaking view of the garden and surrounding countryside. Down there, the workers spread all over the white gravel road and seemed busy as they were making some arrangements and put the finishing touches to the decorations.

The hammering and knocking mingled with the humming of the bees buzzing around in the garden's blossoms. Elegant tables and chairs were arranged, garlands were artfully draped and bright, yellowish lights were placed in the trees. It was as if the place itself was preparing to have an unforgettable evening filled with people you both loved.

Kara leaned against the railing of the balcony and watched the hustle and bustle below her. It was impressive how each move seemed perfectly coordinated with the next. It was clear that you worked for your anniversary with a passion for detail and beauty.

The blonde could not be present at the preparations for your wedding, she was busy saving the city from a dangerous alien. But this time she enjoyed it much more intensively, knowing that both her sister and you could not be happier than at this point in time. The people her sister had dated were nice but could never compare to you. You brought forth something in the eldest Danvers that no one had done before.

In the midst of all this hectic activity and her deep thoughts, you suddenly appeared behind her, a bright smile on your lips, your hair slightly disheveled from work. She could tell right away that you wore a smile that was full of anticipation and mystery. "Kara!"

“Y/n, it looks really spectacular. Alex will be thrilled." The blonde exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and relief, walking the last steps that separated the two of you to wrap you in a tight hug. After a while, you separated yourself from her and stepped next to her closer to the edge of the balcony. You nodded vigorously, unable to take off your wide grin. "I hope so. I have all of her favorite things here, and the guest list is also full of all our friends and family. It's going to be an evening full of joy and memories.“

Kara gently placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to her. "Believe me, she'll love it," with a kiss on your temple, you rested your head on her shoulder and joined her in surveying the final preparations that were being completed, ready to reveal the secret of the evening and mark the beginning of an unforgettable fifth anniversary.

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The sunlight slowly dipped towards the horizon and the first stars began to twinkle lightly in the sky. Kara´s bedroom glowed with a warm light coming from the numerous candles on the surfaces of her furniture and the fireplace. A soft scent of vanilla and red roses hung in the air as you eagerly prepared to head off to your own anniversary party with Alex. Kara had suggested that you get ready at her place so that Alex wouldn't see you beforehand. After all, everything should be a surprise - including what you wore.

In her bedroom, a happy melody floated through the atmosphere as you stood in front of the large mirror. Your dress, an elegant, long evening gown in a shimmering burgundy red, hung on the door behind you. With a hint of excitement in your eyes, you gave yourself a smile in the mirror as you began your makeup.

The sounds of jazz music came from your phone, where the playlist for the evening was already rehearsing. The memories of five years of ups and downs flowed through your mind, and a warm feeling of gratitude spread through your heart before you prepared to sit at the dressing table, surrounded by a fine selection of lipsticks, eye shadows and perfumes.

You opened a bottle of your favorite scent, which even the redhead found hard to resist, and let the floral scent fill the air. The sparkling silver earrings Alex gave you for your first wedding anniversary were waiting on the table to be put on.

As you were applying your makeup, you suddenly felt a strange energy flowing through the room and heard a soft, magical hum. With a brush in your hand, you walked confusedly towards the door that separated you from what was happening in the anteroom. “Kara?” you asked, unsure about your sister-in-law, not actually expecting her here at this time. The blonde had promised you that she would look after the location while you got ready. “Is everything okay? I thought you wanted to-"

As you poked your head through the crack, you saw a glowing portal open in the middle of the room. Out of the shimmering light emerged a figure that seemed familiar at first glance. It wasn't until you took a second look that you saw Alex, appearing in a swirl of colors and sparks. "Babe, are you okay? I thought you were on your way to Sam," you asked with a mixture of fear and surprise, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her closely. The clothes she wore were strange and definitely not something she ever seemed to wear. The redhead seemed worn out and there was no love or happiness shining in her eyes like it used to. Just a dark shadow, while the features of her face seemed unnaturally hard.

"Y/n," she spoke in a voice that cut icy through the night and sent a shiver down your spine. She walked towards you with slow steps and a mischievous grin and you immediately sensed that something was wrong. "You have to come with me. Right now."

You took a step back, gripped by an inexplicable unease. You stared at the person who was acting differently than your partner, feeling a strange feeling arise within you as she continued to walk towards you with slow and dangerous steps. "Why? Where do you want to take me? And who are you anyway?"

Alex twisted her face into a mocking smile and snorted contemptuously. "I'm your wife, silly. Just from another dimension. My wife is lost forever and now I'm here to take you with me." she spoke delicately, a devilish smile slipping across her black painted lips. Her hand placed itself on your shoulder and gently moved down until she reached your wrist and gripped it painfully. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suppress the flash of pain in your forearm. "You can't just show up here and expect me to come with you. You're a stranger."

She glared at you with reddish, shiny eyes, that sent shivers down your spine. Her grip on your wrist tightened, her cold fingers wrapping around your bare skin. She was angry. Very angry, but you could see a hint of sadness in her icy eyes. And despite the unpleasant situation, you felt a mixture of sympathy and irritation. "I may be able to help you, but not if you treat me like this. I'm sorry you lost your wife but I won't go with you. My Alex is here and I won't leave her.“

"But I am stronger, smarter and more determined while your Alex is weak and naive. You would be better off with me than with anyone else who only shares their physical resemblance with me." With a quick movement she raised her hand and released a beam of crimson energy at you. "You will follow me whether you want to or not. In my world there are possibilities that you cannot even imagine."

Without waiting for an answer, she violently pulled you through the portal. Reality blurred and a light briefly blinded you. As the veil lifted, you stumbled through the swirl of color, dazed and with a sharp pain in your head.

"What have you done?" You whispered, staggering and trying to focus on your surroundings. Disoriented and irritated, you looked at the dark, distorted version of National City as you knew it. Dark Alex, as you had already called her in your head, smiled triumphantly and looked down at you as you got on all fours, still trying to free yourself from the spinning dizziness that was taking over you. "Welcome to my world, my darling. Here we will see how strong you really are and whether you can do justice as my wife."

You felt trapped in a strange, hostile and cold dimension. Ignorance of what was going on and burning concern for your real wife led to a mixture of fear and determination. But what you didn't know was that your real Alex, left on her own Earth, was locked in a box somewhere far away from the city, temporarily switched off by unconsciousness and magical chains that rendered her unable to move even the slightest.

You knew that a battle would begin to rage between dimensions to determine your whereabouts.

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The festively decorated hall was filled with a lively murmur and the clinking of champagne glasses as Kara, the Superfriends, and other guests excitedly waited for you and Alex. The room glowed with a warm light in the darkness of the evening as the candles flickered on the tables and soft melodies floated through the air.

The blonde, in an elegant dress, walked nervously through the crowd, her super ears alert to every noise, while Lena, Winn and Sam stood at the entrance of the hall, looking for you. The anticipation in the air gradually faded as the minutes passed and neither of you showed up. "It's unusual for these two to be so late," said Winn, looking worriedly at his watch and swaying nervously on his feet.

Lena frowned her brow in worry. She also found it strange. You were particularly punctual in everything else you did. "I tried calling y/n but it only goes to voicemail. Maybe they're late or stuck in traffic? I really hope everything is okay."

The mood among the guests became increasingly nervous as more time passed and the two of you still didn't show up. Kara felt a vague unrest inside her, as if something had gone terribly wrong. She decided to investigate the situation and set out to look for her sister and sister-in-law.

In the meantime, a tense silence filled the hall. The guests whispered worriedly to each other as the music in the background grew quieter and quieter. Lena, Winn, Sam and J'onn tried in vain to call any of you, but all attempts to contact failed.

Finally Kara returned, her face expressionless. The tension between the superfriends was palpable as the blonde walked sternly towards them and addressed the concerned guests. "I couldn't find her. Alex isn't home and y/n isn't in my apartment. However, her dress is still hanging untouched in my bedroom and-" she paused for a moment, pulling a small electronic device out of her jacket pocket. "This is y/n's cell phone. The music was still playing on it when I got to my apartment but she wasn't there. Something is wrong."

A hint of unease crossed the crew's faces. The anniversary celebration, which was planned to be full of joy and celebration, turned into a worrying situation of waiting and uncertainty. "What do we do now?" Sam asked questioningly.

"We have to find out what happened. I'm going to work with J'onn and fly to the DEO. Maybe we can find something out there," she replied with a firm look on her face, the growing concern for the both of you only increasing. "Winn and Lena, can you please go to my apartment and see if you can spot any alien activity?"

The Superfriends nodded solemnly as Kara headed off with J'onn to take action. The once happy atmosphere of the day was tinged with worry and anxiety as everyone hoped that you and Alex would return safely to celebrate your anniversary.

The night fell like a dark cloak over National City as Supergirl flew through the streets with a worried look in her eyes. Her super senses were at their peak as she searched for signs of her sister. The unsettling thought that something was wrong made her heart beat faster by the minute.

On a quiet side street, a faint sign of life pierced her super ears. Supergirl slowed her trajectory to locate the source of the sound, her X-ray ability sweeping over the abandoned factory before breaking through the light metal garage door. In a flash she landed next to a dark box, ripping the lid off the nails, seeing her sister lying there with iron chains and a purple aura surrounding her. "Alex.."

Her hands shot out to check the redhead's pulse. The heartbeat was slow, almost imperceptible. She immediately contacted J'onn and the DEO through the comms she had set up before her flight. But the chains made it much more difficult for her to bring the young agent to the DEO. The metal magically burned through her skin upon contact. She had to hurry up. "J'onn, I found Alex. She is unconscious and her heartbeat is extremely weak. I am taking her to the medical department immediately."

Meanwhile, Winn and Lena were already in Kara's apartment, looking for clues to your whereabouts. The room was in pristine condition, but the sight of your abandoned dress on the bedroom door worried the two of them. Lena held it carefully between her fingers and examined it as Winn used the DEO's technology to search for alien activity in the area.

The two continued searching the blonde's apartment when suddenly Winn's detectors picked up on some unusual, changing air. They looked at each other as they noticed that the particle sensors in the air were revealing their presence in the apartment. "I knew something was wrong. She would never abandon us without a reason. Especially not Alex."

"That's strange," Winn muttered, pointing to the display on his monitor as he rapidly typed something on the keyboard. "There are some alternate dimension particles in the air here. That suggests a portal was recently opened here. Lena frowned. "A portal? Here? But how is that possible?"

Winn re-examined the readings and discovered some kind of energetic pattern in the room. "It looks like a portal was active here, but it's been closed. It seems like y/n went through a portal."

"But why? And who could be responsible for it? After all, she has no ability to open such a portal," the black-haired woman speculated and Winn looked up. "Good questions that unfortunately we can only get answers from y/n."

As the two desperately tried to search for answers, uncertainty hung over them. A mystery seemed to be unfolding, and those who knew you best sensed that something big was afoot. They stayed in the apartment with the feeling that a strange, mysterious world had forced its way into their lives and taken one of them with it. The magic of the portal and the unsolved mysteries about your stay hung like a shadow over the two of them.

Meanwhile, Supergirl had arrived at the DEO with Alex. The doctors immediately took over medical care while Supergirl waited nervously nearby. J'onn walked up, his eyes worrying. "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know. But what I know is that something serious must have happened,“ she said with a sigh. Her shaky and slightly sweaty hand cupped her forehead and laboriously brushed away the wrinkles that appeared as she frowned. "Have Winn and Lena at least found out something about my sister-in-law yet?"

"Yes, they did. And you won't like it," he replied, putting his hands on his hips. He watched the expression on her face, the panic that overtook her, even if she didn't want to show it on the outside. "They found particles that Winn was able to trace back to a portal."

As the Martian continued to show her more details about the discoveries in her own apartment, the redhead slowly began to regain consciousness when the DEO's resources were used to successfully remove the iron chains from her. She struggled to sit up in bed against the doctors' wishes, still very dizzy. "What happened?" Alex murmured, her memories slowly returning. She was able to piece together some fragments of her memories, but she hoped for a complete answer, which she still lacked. She held her head, which hurt badly from the attack and her attempted self-defense.

"You were found unconscious. We don't know exactly what happened, but we're looking for y/n. She's missing," Kara explained to her, gently stroking her disheveled hair.

She looked at her sister with wide eyes, fear and terror crossing her face. Her pupils dilated rapidly, making her eyes appear darker, as she tried to rip the vein access and electrocardiogram from her body. Kara stopped her. "There was someone who came into our apartment through a portal just as I was getting ready."

Supergirl and J'onn perked up their ears. "Who was it?"

"She looked exactly like me. She threatened to take my wife away. After that there was a fight, she overpowered me and then..." she stopped talking, knowing what happened next. Alex from another dimension had carried out her threats.

Kara nodded slowly, slowly pushing her sister back into bed. She promised to bring her sister-in-law back safely into Alex's arms while the redhead rested from the attack. After all, she had been attacked with an energy that did not exist on this world and could produce side effects that did not come from earth.

As the mystery of your disappearance deepened and unraveled, Winn and Lena continued to work with the DEO to trace the portal particles and alien activity. J'onn mobilized all of the DEO's resources to find out which dimension was responsible, while his best agent and your friends remained in the dark, not knowing where a family member had disappeared to.

[thatfreshi]

Hi there! I saw the post about the requests! If you don't mind, Imma dump the three ideas I have here in one ask so I don't spam you. Apologies if there's not enough info in them or are too jumbled to understand! I'm not great at sending requests.

A Dragonborn tav who wishes to cuddle with Astarion/Rest their head against him, but can't due to horn/spike placement. Frustration on tav's end and, after some confusion, an emense amount of teasing on Astarion's. Maybe they find out some way to have resting on Astarion better.

Astarion helping out Tav after Tav had a medical surgery thing. They're just in pain for the first few days and Astarion just helps them out. (Mostly just want some personal comfort for my own recent surgery. I'm in pain.)

Dragonborn Tav doing some Dragonborn courting rituals to get Astarion's attention. Maybe even trying to research Eleven courting rituals to do so.

Went ahead and went with the second ask in this list. If you still want the others you can send them again! I prefer separate requests because it's easier for me to keep track of, but I appreciate that you have so many ideas for me :)

TW - broken bones

Recommended Song: Lovers Rock - TV Girl

Living a normal life comes with far too many responsibilities. Sure, killing goblins and avoiding shadows is stressful, but buying groceries? Doing dishes? It seems like there's something every single damn day, especially when you're renovating a house.

Now, Astarion loves priding himself on being a great bargainer, making a sweet deal out of any situation, and he figured a place with good bones like this would be a steal if he could cut the price a little. Was he wrong? Of course not, he has a habit of being right almost always, which can be frustrating. However, the two of you bit off far more than you could chew, especially when it came to the staircase that was practically falling apart. Mind you, neither you or Astarion are renovators, but both of you are far too stubborn for your own good.

"I'm sure we could get someone to fix it, right? Just needs some extra support."

You raise a brow at him.

"And spend more money? No way, we should just do it ourselves. I'm sure one of our friends has some extra wood lying around."

That's when you make the mistake of going up a couple steps to see just how bad the damage is. Apparently this place used to house a group of rowdy adventurers who couldn't help but destroy everything in their path. When you fall asleep on the floor every night, guess it doesn't really matter if you can't get up to any of the bedrooms. As you're analyzing the stairs, there's a crack beneath your feet, which you ignore.

"Darling, perhaps you should just take a look from down here?"

When you go to turn and tell him you'll be fine, your leg takes a plunge through the wood, subsequently fracturing several bones in your foot.

"Gods, damn it!"

You manage to cry out, trying to pull yourself out of the tattered floor. Astarion helps you, helping you get back down to the first floor, trying to make sure he doesn't face a similar fate.

"I guess a trip to Shadowheart's is in order."

You shake your head.

"Nope, her and Halsin are on that healer's retreat, remember? In Waterdeep?"

"Shit, I suppose you're right dove. When are they getting back?"

You sigh.

"Tonight, sadly."

It was currently far too early in the morning, as the two of you wanted to get a head start on your fixer-upper today.

"Alright, we'll just have to go see someone in town I suppose."

"Aster, we do not have the money for that right now. We've already budgeted everything for the house, I can't go see some uppity Baldurian doctor who's going to charge us far more gold than they're worth."

"Well, what do you suggest we do then?"

"Wait til Shadowheart and Halsin get back? I mean it's really all we can do."

"Gods Tav, we had so much planned today. Those tieflings are coming by to tile the kitchen at noon! And you know I am not good at being nice to strangers."

"Well my love, looks like you're going to have to learn, because I cannot walk on this thing."

You groan in pain, trying to flex your foot, feeling all the little spots your bones broke.

"To the bed we go then."

Astarion wraps you up in his arms, taking you to what in a couple of weeks is supposed to be the study. For now though, it's a makeshift bedroom. He gently lies you on the bed, getting a pillow for under your foot. Then, he thinks about how he truly does not like being broke, but the both of you didn't want to impose on any of your friends, staying at their place for any longer than you had to. Gale offered, but the thought of being all cramped up in his new tower was suffocating.

"Are you okay Aster?"

Your voice wakes him from his thoughts.

"Yes my dear, just thinking about our raggedy circumstances."

"It'll be nice when it's done, and when my foot's not broke."

The two of you chuckle.

"As much as I love living with you, I didn't think domestic life was quite this, complex."

He moves to lie down next to you, careful not to move your wounded foot.

"You still want this though, right?"

"Of course, a nice house to ourselves? A space just for us? I can't imagine a better investment. Just not quite used to all the contractors and market visits and drunken nights yet, all the normal things, the things I would've done so much sooner if..."

Astarion shakes his head, as if trying to get the thoughts out of his mind.

"Never mind all that, I should get you some tea."

Before you can tell him that it's alright, that you want to hear what he has to say, he's gone to the kitchen. Instead you just lay on the bed, thinking of just how lucky the two of you are. Two troubled souls set up for failure, and yet here you are. You laugh a little, thinking about how lucky you are with a shattered foot.

"Here we are my darling, a hot brew just for you."

He helps you sit up, making sure you keep your leg elevated.

"Easy my dove, don't want to break anything else do we?"

The hours pass by as the two of you wait for the tilers to come, talking about all the projects you were going to start today. It's nice, having a project, something to strive towards that isn't murdering someone or working through some major trauma. Just the two of you drinking tea in some old house, sitting on a bed that you'll have to break down and bring upstairs, and then put back together. While Astarion very easily could have left you to your devices and gotten started on all your little plans, he stayed by your side, talking about everything and nothing.

"This is just the beginning."

You say, suddenly breaking a natural silence.

"What is?"

"This. We get to start over. This is the beginning of us starting over."

He smiles at your whimsical view of things.

"I suppose you're right."

[starsandink13]

The White Crow Game Chapter 8

Corvin's taunting words rang in your head: there's so much left of this mansion to explore and you've only scratched the surface.

"Only scratched the surface?" You scoffed, "You've got to be kidding me."

To your half-surprise and relief, you didn't hear a sardonic comment in response .You collapsed on a nearby chair. A grimace was on your face as you let out a deep huff and put your head in your hands. Squeezing your eyes, you tried to think of where else he would have hidden the key.

So if he hid it in a painting before, a place that would be in blatant sight, he might try to hide it in something obvious again. Right? No, he wouldn't be stupid enough to try something like that a second time! Come on! You clenched a handful of your hair and growled from the back of your throat. Think! Where would that bastard put it!? Maybe he hid it somewhere that I already have been for? But then why would he say that I have so much left to explore? Damn it, why does he have to be so conniving!?

You shook your head and let out an exasperated snort from your nose. The world would be a much better place without fairies.

A faint groan came from the end of the hallway. There's no point in siting around and wasting time that could be used finding that key. And I can't afford another fight again after just barely escaping one.

You stood up and lightly jogged away from the direction of the sound. Each step felt as if a nail was being driven into your sole; you slightly whimpered but continued onwards. The discomfort became unbearable and you stopped to catch your breath. You leaned against the wall and looked up to see oak double doors a few yards away from you. Hanging above the door was a sign that read: LIBRARY.

"First a theater, then an art gallery, and now a library?" You muttered. "Just how much space is in this house?"

Seeing no other option, you entered the library. The doors creaked open as they gave way to your push. You stared in awe at the size of it. The library took up two storeys with a spiral staircase that connected the levels together. The white walls were tall with towering orange-brown bookshelves that loomed over you like wooden giants. Hanging from the ceiling was a gigantic gilded chandelier containing hundreds of white candles that swayed slightly like small phantoms. In small clusters, were leather and velvet chairs huddled next to each other with circular tables. Wrapping around the right side  of the library was a porch with spandrels carved into an intricate pattern of swirls and florals where even more seating areas and bookcases were.

On your left was a large, heavy desk with mountains of papers and books on it. Behind the desk was a dark wood cabinet with tinted glass that was polished so brilliantly you could see your own reflection in it. Something glinted among the collection of books; you squinted your eyes and approached the cabinet a little more to get a better look at it.

"May I help you with something?"

Snapping your head in the direction of the voice, you were met with a person a head taller than you. He wore a heavy dark blue cloak that concealed most of his body. The hood  was pulled up which left the upper half of his face covered in shadows. In the light, you could see a faint pattern of Corvin's emblem woven into the fabric with fine silver threads.

"Uh...." you blinked at the person, completely at a loss of words. "Do you...work here?"

"I guess you can say that," he grimaced at the last word. He walked over to the desk and put the stack of books in his hand down before taking a seat.

"What brings you here, Miss (Y/N)?" The librarian asked.

"What? How do you know my--"

"It's because of Master Corvin," the cloaked person responded.

"I see," you trailed off.

"Now that we have that out of the way, do you mind telling me why you are here?" The librarian asked and pulled back the hood with a narrow and ghostly-pale hand: revealing chin-length black hair, a smooth androgynous face with plump, pouting lips, and upturned black eyes behind a pair of circular-lensed glasses.

"I'm not entirely sure," you answered. "I just kind of stumbled upon here."

"Interesting," he mumbled and gripped his chin between his forefinger and thumb. "Anyways, I have a proposal for you. An offer you can't refuse if you will."

"What?"

"If you can find the token of when I was once human, I maybe able to help you with finishing the game. I might even tell you where exactly the front door key is."

When he said this, you caught a glimpse of a pewter key in the shape of a peony flower that hung within the cabinet. You narrowed your eyes. This offer seemed far too good to be true. You felt like there was something more to this apart from that, but you couldn't tell what exactly. The reason was in the back of your mind, a faint inkling that was almost on the tip of your tongue.

"I'm not so sure," you said, crossing your arms and shifting your weight onto your left leg.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know entirely."

The librarian clenched his jaw. "Is it because of him?"

Your silence was your answer.

A low and annoyed sigh came from him and he crossed his legs. A heavy tension filled the atmosphere, making it feel as if countless pins were being pricked into your skin as you and the librarian stared at each other for what felt like hours.

"How are you so sure that he didn't say that to manipulate it to be easier to take advantage of you and to win the game?" The librarian finally broke the silence, his voice held the slightest crack of annoyance. "Or that he isn't going to suddenly be dishonest and lie right to your face?"

"He's a man of his word and he holds himself to his standards," you answered.

"Do you really believe that?"

You froze up. Corvin had been rather upfront with everything that he had told you, he didn't twist the truth nor lied to you at any point. However, he was still sneaky and you couldn't trust him, he was unpredictable and had plenty of tricks.

"I'm not sure," you croaked out.

"So why not accept my offer?" The librarian asked.

You glanced over your shoulder to see Corvin looking at you from a distance. His face was unreadable, but you could feel the devilish glee coming off of him in oppressive waves.

"C-can I get back to you in a moment?" You asked. "I just need to think through this for a bit."

"Fine," the librarian brusquely said. "Take all the time you need."

As you sat down by Corvin, his eyes peered at yours from above the pages. An impish light danced in the crimson and gold irises. You could see the large grin on his face behind the book as he held back his snickering.

"What are you looking at?" You spat.

"Just seeing how you are doing so far and to get some light reading in," he demurely answered and flipped over to the next page. "How is it going so far, my dear?"

"You know, I still haven't forgotten that little stunt you pulled off," you growled.

"Which one?" He said.

"You know exactly which one."

"Oh, you mean back at the art gallery?" Corvin chirped. "Yes, I can see why you would still be upset. But that will soon be all in the past when we exchange our vows and we'll remember it as a funny story to tell for many years to come."

Fighting back the urge to slap him, you turned away from the fairy and closed your eyes. Why does this offer seem so wrong? I could have sworn that I know the reason why! Alright, maybe I need to to review the rules. Okay, so I know that in order to win I have to exit through the front doors and that's the only way. The second rule is that the game doesn't start until I exited those doors all the way back in the parlor. The next rule is that...

It was then a cold realization hit you as you remembered that: you are to not help any of the residents nor accept any offers of theirs.

"I-it was a trick...." you whispered.

You glanced over to see Corvin looking back at you. His blood and hellfire eyes had the look of a wolf staring down an injured deer. You could have sworn that his teeth looked much sharper now as he bit back his laughter.

"Let me guess: you're going to make a smartass comment now?" You growled.

"You know me so well, it's almost like we're married already!" He chuckled. "But unfortunately, we aren't. At least not yet. Speaking of marriage: should it be an indoor or outdoor one? Both of them have their strengths and weaknesses and I need some input from my bride-to-be."

"Does it really matter?" You snarled.

"Of course it does! Every detail of the wedding is important! From the wedding dress and the venue to--"

You stood up and exhaled a sharp breath. You stormed away from Corvin and made your way back to the librarian.

"Guess you're conflicted as well," the fairy called out and went back to reading.

The librarian had his back towards you as he sorted out the items in the cabinet behind the desk. You rapped your knuckles against the desk three times, making him jolt slightly as he turned his head to you.

"Oh you're back already," he said and sat back down as he smoothed out the front of his cloak. "So, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes I have," you gulped.

"And your answer is...." the librarian leaned in. The lightest predatory smirk was on his lips; it would have been barely noticeable under most circumstances, but the sinister look in his dark eyes gave it away.

A moment passed and you took a deep breath. Your throat felt dry as you licked your lips nervously and looked directly into those hollow eyes.

"I'm going to refuse your offer," you finally said.

The librarian was still for a few moments before he slunk back into his seat and exhaled, "What a shame. I was really hoping that we could have helped each other out."

You nodded your head slightly. "Yeah, it really is..."

A powerful strain filled the room as you stood there in silence, unsure of what to say next. Your legs tensed as you readied yourself for a possible fight. You took a step back as the librarian adjusted his glasses and cracked his neck, the disappointment was still plastered on his face. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to sorting these out," the librarian gestured to the pile of books behind him.

Nodding your head once more, you sat down a few chairs away from Corvin. His leg was crossed over the other and he leaned in towards you, a ghost of a smirk was dancing on his lips as he tapped his fingers on the chair's arm.

"So what are you going to do now, my dear?" He purred. 

You didn't respond to him; your eyes trained on the librarian's desk. Your legs tensed up with anticipation, ready to spring in action at any moment. You looked over the librarian's shoulder at the key glinting in the cabinet. Somehow you knew that it was important to your escape. It had to be the key to the front door. Why else would the librarian put you in such a trap if it wasn't it?

When the librarian left his desk and disappeared from your view, you inched towards the case and took the key. You quickly slid it into your jacket's pocket. You walked briskly away from the desk and were about go over to the exit when you caught a glimpse of the librarian. You pressed yourself against a bookshelf as he let out a shrill and blood-curdling scream of frustration that reverberated off of the walls, shaking some books off of their shelves.

"That--! I am going to make her regret this!" He growled.

As quietly as you could, you ran away from your hiding spot as you heard the librarian heading towards your direction. Fear coursed through your veins as you looked around for another place to hide.

You crouched down to the ground, hiding between a table and chair. Ten feet away from you was Corvin standing patiently with one hand behind his back and the other opening a book, looking directly at you. Your rapid heart felt like it was going to explode. You steeled yourself to run if he were to alert the librarian to your position. The librarian came storming towards his master, his shoulders tensing with fury.

"Have you seen her?" The librarian asked.

"I did, as a matter of fact." Corvin answered matter-of-factly as he began to read and slowly turned over to the next page.

"Would you tell me where she went?" The librarian sputtered, excitement rising in his voice.

"No." Corvin coolly responded and sat down on a nearby chair without sparing a glance at the librarian. "You're going to have to find her yourself."

"What?" The librarian stiffened.

"I just said that you have to find her yourself," the white-haired fairy said. "You shouldn't have too much of an issue finding her. She's just a regular human-- a clever one, but a normal human woman nonetheless."

Refraining from cursing out his master, the librarian bowed his head slightly, "I understand." His cracking voice was laced with barely-restrained frustration.

"I suggest you get a move on," Corvin crossed one leg over the other, tossed the book he was reading with a dramatic flick of his wrist, and picked up another one. "She might be already close to the exit."

You--! You bit your inner lip. You dared not to draw a breath as the librarian passed by. You kept yourself as still as possible. A droplet of sweat streaked down your neck as he glided out of view. Carefully, you crept over to another aisle. You heard the librarian's storming footsteps coming close. Quickly, you hid behind a mountain of books in front of a bookcase. Your pounding heart drummed against your ribs as he drew near. You cursed yourself for losing your knife in the gallery. If only you had a weapon with you.

You watched in terror as the librarian passed by you. His hands were taut with fury, his dark nails were sharp and thin as they shined wickedly in the light. Your heart stopped as he stood still, looking around for you. You were frozen to the spot as he neared your hiding spot. You were like a bleeding rabbit cornered by a hunting dog.

He stopped and turned around. Slowly, he approached to where you were hiding. His talons gleamed like butcher knives. As he was another step away from where you were, a muffled thud came from the other side of the library. He snapped his head in the direction of the noise and stormed his way towards it.

Quickly and quietly, you stepped out of your hiding spot and began to dart out of the aisle. Your hand was clasped over your racing heart as you looked for the exit. The library seemed to have shifted its layout. It felt as if you were running in a circle. Fear raced through your veins like a snake's venom.

You abruptly stopped when you caught a glimpse of the librarian's cloak peeking from behind a bookshelf. His steps were low and slow as he patrolled the aisle; he turned his head from side to side, scanning for any sign of you.

"You know (Y/N), if you put away what you've stolen, I will let you go." He said, his voice tinged with bloodlust. "All you have to do is put the key back in the cabinet and pretend that this never happened."

You clenched your teeth together and shook your head. You gripped your satchel tighter to you and carefully took a step away from the bookshelf, straining your ears for any more noises and clenched the key in your hand. Slowly, you took another step behind you. The blood rushing in your ears sounded like gunfire. Your fear tripled when you heard the ruffling of his cloak dragging against the floors like nails against metal.

Just keep calm and steady.

You took another step. Then another, and another, and another. You didn't dare to look away as you inched your way closer to the exit. You took one more small step when the floorboard beneath you groaned slightly.

"There you are!" He screamed behind you.

You screamed as needlelike talons narrowly grazed your cheek. You rolled to the side and onto the ground. Before you could react, he lunged at you. You cried and moved your head to the side. You kicked the librarian in the stomach as hard as you could before scrambling away from him.

You were barely ten steps away when he swiped at your back. You cried out in horror and ran faster. Sweat was pouring off of you. The rushing of the blood in your ears was roaring. The librarian swiped his arm out in front of him, making an empty and heavy bookcase topple in front of you. You rolled underneath it-- narrowly avoiding being crushed. He made another swipe and a table came flying at you. You ducked your head as it crashed into the wall, exploding into shrapnel of wood.

"You little wench!" He roared.

In the distance, you could see the library's exit. Renewed energy bursted through legs and you sprinted faster. Your eyes were locked on your only hope.

You swerved as his claws nicked the thin skin on your neck. You gasped as you felt small droplets of blood beginning to fall down your neck. He made another slash for you, barely scratching the tip of your nose. You jumped back and fell down over a fallen box. Sharp pain cracked up your back, making you gasp.

"It's all over for you now." He grunted, his eyes glittering with anger as he raised his hand in the air, aiming for your face. He gave you a wicked grin that revealed needlelike teeth as he plunged his claws.

You thrusted the box in front of you. The tip of his talons barely missed your eye by half an inch. Grunting, you threw the box to the side, throwing the librarian off-balance and began to run. The exit was now mere feet away from you. The door was wide open, promising safety like a lighthouse would for lost sailors.

Nearly there!

You sprinted even faster. Each step felt like your feet and lungs were set ablaze. The librarian was mere paces away from you. His talons nearly grazing the back of your jacket as he swiped furiously at you.

With the last bit of strength, you jumped towards the exit. You skidded against the marble floor, nearly hitting the wall before you turned around to see that the librarian was pressing against an invisible force that separated you from him. He pounded his fists against it, his screams were muffled. He gave you one final hateful glare before retreating into the library.

"Oh he'll be fine," Corvin reassured. "He just needs a few hours to sulk and be moody but he'll be back to his usual self."

"Wearing a pair of glasses with a fake moustache?" You deadpanned as you stood up and dusted off the front of your shirt and jacket.

The fairy laughed. "That would be hilarious! But his ego isn't that easily bruised. Although I will have to talk to him about not destroying the furniture, especially if I bought it just last month."

"You don't seemed to be all that bothered," you commented.

"What do you mean?"

"I might be extremely close to finding the key," you answered. "Hell, maybe I already found it."

Although the fairy was still smiling, panic flashed in his eyes briefly. His fingers rapped against his cane's handle and he walked behind you. He gave your shoulder a light squeeze as he leaned into your ear.

"What makes you say that?" He huskily whispered.

"Don't you think I just saw the alarm in your eyes?" You responded.

Corvin closed his eyes, a wide grin split on his lips, and he chuckled. "Oh my sweet, precious (Y/N). Don't you think that I can't see right through your bluff?"

Horror replaced your confidence, earning a booming and sinister cackle from him that reverberated against the halls and made a freezing dread crawl down your stomach.

"You poor thing!" He laughed. "Don't you remember that it's a bad idea to lie to the fair-folk? We can and will find out if you are lying to us."

You were too shocked to respond, your open mouth was left quivering as you stared at him. Every joint in your body was locked in place.

He suddenly leaned in forwards: his sclera was abyss-black, making the red and gold pupils look like smoldering embers of hellfire. "I'm rather amused in all honesty, and I'm not going to punish you for that little stunt of yours."

"W-what?"

"You're wondering how I would know that you don't have the key?" He tapped his finger to his lower lip before slowly licking them. "All of the artwork in this estate with my lovely visage acts as my eyes and hands. I can see things through their perspective and not a single one saw you be anywhere near the key's location."

"Then why do you do these check-ins?" You clenched your hands into fists.

"Why wouldn't I?" He chuckled. "It's fun teasing you and it's better to see how you are doing in-person and strengthens our relationship much better. It makes this game more fun and I enjoy our conversations so much. I can only imagine the ones that we would have once we finally are married."

Your lips curled in a snarl as you shook your head. "Why don't you marry the sound of your own voice since you love it so much?"

Corvin snickered and put a hand to his lips. "The sound of my own voice is second to my love for you, my dear."

"You certainly have a messed up way of showing this supposed love for me." You scoffed.

"That's because I like to show my affection through my own ways," he responded.

"Like making someone go through a death trap of a house?"

"Only if they suggest it."

"Charming."

"Don't act as if you didn't know that this wasn't what most likely going to happen," he said and adjusted his coat.

"All the more reason for you to not do that," you growled.

"Is this a sign of defeat, my dear?" Corvin put his hands behind his back with a smirk and a predatory amusement light dancing in his eyes.

"Fuck no!" You hissed and pushed him away from you.

He let out a hard laugh, a tear started to drip down from the corner of his eye. He wiped it away and pulled out a pocket mirror, making sure that his kohl wasn't smudged before tucking it back into his coat.

"I hope that you still have that fire when we are married and the many, many years after that." He said with a raspy sigh. "That's easily my favorite thing about you and it would be a tragedy if it was extinguished."

"You're insufferable," you shook your head.

"Delightfully insufferable?" He smirked.

"No. Just insufferable." You spat and trudged your way towards the lobby.

---

You looked down at the pewter key shining in your hands with your lips pulled into a slight frown. The cool metal was staring to warm up in the palm of your hand. You wrapped your fingers around it and looked at the front doors.

"This better be it," you sighed and pushed the key into the front door lock. The key didn't even fit through the hole, instead it clinked against the plate uselessly.

"Dead end," you laughed bitterly and shook your head. "It was another waste of time. Of course it was."

Mirthless, you plopped down on a couch and closed your eyes. Your head was pounding with stress and exhaustion. How many more dead ends am I going to have to hit before I can finally get that stupid front door key and leave?

With impeccable timing, you heard Corvin's slow, evenly-paced footsteps clacking against the marble floor behind you.

"I told you that you didn't have it," he remarked. "Although, I didn't think you'd actually find that."

"What?" You looked at the fairy with your eyebrows furrowed into confusion.

"That's the garden key in your hands," he said and sat down next to you with his hands folded in his lap.

"Why does the garden need a key?" You asked.

"Why wouldn't it?" He retorted. "But in all seriousness, the garden is located at the back of the building. The quickest way there is through the music room by putting the key into one of the windows. Or if you're feeling bold, you can hop through a painting of it back in the art gallery."

"You're kidding, right?" You groaned.

"No I am not." He responded.

"Great..." you mumbled.

"I'll wait for you there, so please don't take too long." He gave you a wink and blew you a kiss before leaving.

You rubbed your forehead, your lips pursed together in a deep frown. You tapped your fingers against your temple, cursing Corvin and the fair-folk in general.

He's seriously making me backtrack... this really is all a game to him. You slumped further, your fingers nearly dragging against the floor. Why would he tell you about the garden? Was it where the key was, or was it another one of his traps? What would he do if you didn't come?

The countless possibilities made your already throbbing head hurt even more. Frustration bubbled in your stomach and you let out a loud groan. After a few minutes of contemplation, you decided to head over to the garden. On your way, you made a quick detour to the dining room to retrieve another knife and a fire poker as a weapon.

You gave the fire poker a few quick practice swings to get a feel for it. You nodded your head and put it in your satchel, with the knife tucked into your back pocket as a backup before making your way to the music room.

Hopefully this would be the last time you would ever have to do this.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

‘My lord Maedhros?’ Satariel poked her head into the office hesitantly and he looked up from the letter he’d been attempting to pen with varying success. ‘Yes? Is there a problem?’ She paused for a moment before deciding any offer to transcribe for him would not be well received. ‘You’re brother’s have ….. requested your presence,’ she trailed off, not entirely sure how to approach the sheer lack of diplomacy the sons of Feanor seemed to have when it came to summoning the head of their house as if he ought to be waiting on them. The Lord of Himring simply raised an eyebrow and spoke ‘They called an emergency family meeting didn’t they?’ ‘Yes but surely there couldn’t be anything that’s come up between now and the assembly we had this morning? They made it very clear that they didn’t want any of the generals to attend so I don’t see how it could be an urgent military matter…’ the whole encounter had been very unusual if she was honest. ‘Oh, it probably isn’t,’ he sighed calmly while pulling himself up from his desk.

This answered precisely none of her questions about the seeming threat to the chain of command and raised a lot of new ones about why Lord Maedhros would prioritise something that was apparently unimportant with his valuable time. ‘Whose room are they in?’ ‘Uhh, the Lord Curufin’s I believe, my lord.’

He grabbed a few blankets from his bed for some inexplicable reason. Why would you need blankets for a meeting between the most high ranking lords of the House of Feanor? He turned back to her as he made for the door, ‘Thank you, Satariel. You may return to your duties.’ She was still deeply confused but went about her day as normal regardless. ******************

The sunlight bore down through the thin window panes in blinding streaks over the mountains. Himring had begun to wake hours ago, with people scurrying back and forth with their messages and paperwork through the winding corridors and staircases, drowning out the persistent roar of the wind with their hum of activity.

And their lord was nowhere to be seen. In fact none of them were. ‘Well we can’t have just lost him! There are guards for Eru’s sake!’ Erestor hissed under his breath, visibly beginning to panic but trying to hide it from possible onlookers. ‘We only have them all in one place once every year, we take precautions, they’re surrounded by all their most influential generals! We can’t have just lost a son of Feanor!’

Ohtarion, the general he’d been addressing replied in a low tone, ‘You don’t think I don’t know that! But the fact remains, I went to Lord Caranthir’s chambers for my report and he was not there! I can’t find him!’ He ran his hand over his face, ‘Lord Maedhros will have our heads!’ They paced back and forth in the cramped storeroom they’d ducked into before Erestor stopped.

‘We should split up right? Discreetly of course. Search for him.’ Ohtarion nodded enthusiastically, ‘Yes, good. Let’s do that. You check the upper floors, I’ll check the grounds? Great.’ This was the chain of events that led to Erestor approaching Lord Curufin’s chambers. The guards had all seemed to be a little uneasy and scattered around the place, whispering fervently and then pulling apart whenever someone passed.

The elves from Lord Curufin’s personal guard put their weapons down when they recognised him as in the service of one of the sons. They still held him up however, after all precious few were free to enter such a senior royal’s private chambers, certainly not someone affiliated with what could potentially be a rival. He told them he was searching for his lord, and if it was possible he could be in conference with lord Curufin.

They looked at each other and informed him that they were not sure, they had only started their shift recently, but they came to the conclusion that he could possibly get away with checking without causing too much of a diplomatic incident. After all it was better to know if they needed to send out search parties, none of their lords would forgive them if they let any regard for formalities interfere with their ability to ensure the safety of one of their charges.

So, cautiously Erestor edged open the door and closed it behind him, very much aware that this had the potential to be a politically disastrous action. He couldn’t see anyone at the conference table and hesitated before moving deeper in. He was rooted to the spot when he realised that he was in the sleeping area, not somewhere he ever would have normally had the clearance to be in.

He was just about to exit, informing them that it didn’t seem like there was anyone in here, when his eyes fell on the bed. He saw the streaks of flame red across the pillows on the headrest, intermingled with threads of black. There was silver splayed across the foot of the bed, seemingly obscuring the face of the former lord of Himlad, from where he was laying spread across the bed with his head resting on his brother’s legs. Which brother Erestor couldn’t determine.

Then he noticed his own lord, Caranthir the Dark. His messily braided head was resting on the Lord of Himring’s chest, and he seemed to be honest to goodness, nuzzling into it with a little smile. Maedhros meanwhile was holding Maglor and Caranthir to his side protectively and was seemingly stroking Curufin’s hair in his sleep. He sucked in a breath as he processed that he was looking at five sons of Feanor squashed onto the same bed. And they were just cuddling. Cuddling. They didn’t even have knives.

He snuck out in a daze and stumbled back down he staircase. In all his years working for the Feanorians this was the most disturbing thing he’d ever witnessed.

[whoppert]

Sunna 7 (stephen strange/reader) (loki/reader)

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Despite the gaping hole in my memory, I'm confident that I've never felt like this much of a burden before. A few days ago I wouldn’t have batted an eyelid at the staircase, but now? Now it’s an impossible mountain to climb.

Most of the world is contained to my room now. 

Wong had mentioned struggling to cleanse the space of mystical markers that had been left behind, but I couldn’t even tell. The power that flowed through me, albeit slight compared to Stephen’s or Wong’s or even this goddamn house? It’s gone. The purple energy that used to flicker around my fingers, forming shapes almost of its own will was gone. I'd tried to call it, but I almost threw up. My body is at odds with my spirit right now and I hate it.

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Stephen brandishes the worm, dropping it into the palm of my hand.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask, trying to ignore the pool of slime it extruded.

“Excuse you, ” said the worm.

The flick of my hand was involuntary, and I fling the worm onto the rug.

Stephen, who had been trying to tell me to be careful, squats down and plucks the worm out of the carpet fibers. “This is the frontier in magical psychology. Its name is Gorron.”

“It’s a worm.”

“It’s a grub, thank you very much, you ungrateful mammal,” the worm had an accent that I couldn’t identify. “You’re lucky I’ve already been paid or I’d march right outta here! Worm? What am I, a nematode?”

Stephen sighs and shoots me an apologetic look. "I know it's strange, but it's actually very good at it's job."

"I'm really sorry, I don't usually do bugs. I'm sorry if I offended you and for... throwing you," I wince. “So… do I just lay back and tell Gorron my problems? Care to summon me a chez lounge?”

“It is much more simple than that. Look, I recognize that this is going to sound really gross, but-”

“Stick ‘im in ya ear, baby, lemme have a look at that mind!” Gorron interrupts.

So stark was the silence after that statement, that I almost decided that I might have a limit when it came to finding a cure. I look from Gorron to Stephen, who nods in confirmation and then back at Gorron whose little mouth had fallen open and was licking his lips. If grubs have lips. “Absolutely not.”

“Look doll, I’ve got a job to do, so open your ears and shut ya mouth, capeesh?”

Stephen snaps his hand shut, muffling the grub’s yells of displeasure. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t get out much," he continues, obviously with the intention of Gorron overhearing, "and he hasn't updated the way he speaks to women since the 1950s ap-pa-rent-ly."

I talk over Gorron's slew of deadened swear words. "You're joking, right?" I hear how desperate I sound, but- "In my head? This is a joke? To lift my mood?"

Stephen is right in front of me. Really there is a-step-and-a-half between us. “He’s crass, but if anyone can figure out the next steps, it’s Gor-”

My stomach bottoms out in my gut, a wave of panic hitting me with such force that I literally stagger. “I’m not-”

His free hand steadies me. Stephen says nothing, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze flitting back and forward between my eyes. I don't understand, what his expression is conveying, concern, and sympathy and pain all together perhaps.

“I can’t,” I want to sound strong, but my voice betrays me, cracking. “I’m sick of this, I’m sick of having shit shoved into my head. I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it. Please.” My breath comes fast and sharp.

“I know,” Stephen eases into the space between us, his empty hand still grasping my upper arm gently, the warmth seeming to loosen the knots in my body. “I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. Does it change anything if I assured you that Gorron can’t hurt you? He can only see what’s going on in there, he can’t change anything.”

My bottom lip wobbles, and Stephen’s gaze shifts to look at it, before snapping up to look me in the eye.

"Would it change anything," Stephen's voice soft, "if I told you that Gorron's basically my shrink?"

"Huh?"

"Do you remember after I found you and we were sitting in my office? And I told you I've been... having trouble sleeping, and you joked about therapy?" He pauses for confirmation. "Well, Gorron's my therapist. Wong makes me see him."

Excluding fighting lessons, Stephen and I are never this close, but lately I appreciate his sparing touch. There is something inviting about him when he isn’t trying to hit me, something comforting. I guess this is his job. I've seen him behave similarly for the people that seek out his help. “Does it hurt?”

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “not at all, it can be a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, no. After your injury you might be a little sensitive though.” Glancing around the room, Stephen adds, “I’m right here, you know. Right by your side, I won’t leave you. You are always safe with me.”

His gray eyes hold no hint of a lie.

I nod. “This is coercion though.”

“I know.”

“And if it goes wrong, I’m holding you accountable.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Stephen opens his hand. Gorron, who had spent the last few moments remarkably silent, opens his eyes in mock surprise. “Glad to see you haven’t forgotten about me! I have a waiting list ya know, I could be getting ignored by far more important people than the pair of you!”

Stephen grasps the grub by its tail.

“Do you trust me?”

“I guess. Yes. I do.”

His gloved hand lightly grasps my cheek, tilting my head, my right ear skyward, before dropping Gorron right into the shell of my ear. Gorron's rolling and wriggling sent a shiver through me. There was a little resistance, culminating in a wet plop, and then he was inside. There’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my brain, there’s a grub in my- I shudder. I feel bad about thinking it's gross, Gorron's a sentient being after all, but I don't do bugs.

Stephen tilts my head back to my midline and then removes his hand from my cheek. I feel its absence keenly.

“Wow, Strange, ya weren’t wrong, something’s destroyed it in here,” Gorron’s voice is too loud and it vibrates in my skull.

I swear, instinctually jerking 'away' from the sound and I feel Gorron brush up against something, strings that bring the spots back to my vision. I grasp Stephen’s hands.

“Wow, talk about a household in denial,” Gorron mutters, quiet enough that I wasn’t sure Stephen could hear, but I was too dizzy to ask what he meant. “And your powers have gone too. That’s a knock to the balls for sure.”

“Can you give us any insight?” Stephen asked.

“Yes, but you’re not gonna like it.”

“Out with it.”

“Firstly - lass, gotta commend ya on having the cleanest brain ever. Not a single mind mite to be found. I have literally never seen that before. Secondly - whatever Loki did, it broke that enchantment that you were under.”

“That enchantment ?” Stephen and I say in unified confusion. There is a yellow and green blob floating between us and it makes the sorcerer look like he's got a bad case of jaundice.

“You heard me. I’d ask if you knew who put you under their spell, but I can see you don’t remember at all. Hey, have you considered renting this space? I know a few parasites that could use a place to live.”

“Gorron.” It was Stephen's last warning.

“Non-lethal of course.”

“Wind it back up a sec,” I demand, “what do you mean Loki broke the enchantment? What enchantment?”

I can feel Gorron squeeze it's body through some tight spot and the spots in my vision cleared.

“Has she always been this slow?”

“Mind your manners, Gorron. I know some bugs that lay their eggs in live prey,” Stephen threatened.

“Jeez, it was only a joke, man. Learn to take a joke. Hmm…” inside my brain, Gorron trailed off. “Your oldest memory is meeting Strange… because that was the day the enchantment was created. It’s got a magical signature that I don’t recognize, but boy did they hide it well.” 

“And my memories, my life before that?”

“My best guess is that whoever put this enchantment in place didn’t account for Loki going for a trip through ya head, and it broke the enchantment differently to the way it was supposed to be broken, it severed your mind. Separated the before-the-enchantment from the after-the-enchantment. Your memories from before then might still be here, but as a result of the spell or the unorthodox way in which it was broken, yeah, I wouldn’t know how to find them. The block on it can only be reversed by the creator. I’d say your best shot would be to find them.”

“Wait, so our best chance of finding out who put the block in place is to find out who put the block in place?”

Gorron sighs like I'm wasting its time, “yes. That’s what I said. Look, if there’s no mites in here, you’re gonna have to tip me, Strange, I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.”

“For nothing. My whole brain has imploded and it’s nothing to you,” I whisper, my cheeks tight from my uncomfortable smile, before falling into a stunned silence. Everything feel so far away.

“Gorron, what can we do to figure this out?” Asks Stephen.

There's a whoosh, and I feel the grub slide out of my ear, the opposite ear to the one it had entered. “Seems to me, your next step would be finding someone who knows memory magic like the back of their hand and get them to have a look. See if they can recognize the signature. Maybe even see if they can locate where her memories have been hidden in there. Once you know that, I’d go and ask-” Gorron almost fell, but Stephen catches it, “thanks doc. Anyway, figure out who put the enchantment in place and get them to remove it. Easy as pie.”

Without missing a beat, Stephen crushes Gorron in his hand. The sound had a surprising crunch, like the grub had more bones than expected. I gape at the sorcerer.

“Sorry,” he opens his hand to reveal that it is empty empty, no fluids or bug guts in sight, “I was getting really sick of him, and the only way to send him home is to 'kill' him. He’s fine, I’ll see him later about his tip. How are you? That’s a lot to process.”

“If I wasn’t so overwhelmed, I’d probably be angry. Yeah. Probably angry.” I look down to find that Stephen is still holding one of my hands. I recount what we have learned, “so there’s a block on my memories, created the day I met you, probably not by you, because then Gorron would’ve recognized the signature? Correct?”

Stephen nod.

“And the only way to find out who it is that cursed me, is to let someone else have a look? I'm assuming it's a very similar type of magic to what Loki did to me.”

He nods again.

“Even though the last time someone did that it gave me the magical equivalent of a severe concussion?”

One final nod.

My heart pounds. “That voice- from my dream told me what a disappointment I was. I don’t even know who I’m letting down. And my powers are gone, and yeah they weren’t big and dramatic but they were mine. They belong to me, it’s like I’ve had a limb sawn off and I can’t even walk up the fucking stairs without my body giving up on me so I’m just trapped in this room. Is this my life now? Someone just put a spell on me one day and for what? I’m not important, I’m not powerful. Whoever did it must have had a reason but I have no idea who- or what? Except it’s got something to do with you? It must do, or maybe it’s just a coincidence that we met that day, I don’t know.” I'm spiralling.

Stephen doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand tighter and like a toddler having a tantrum, I try to wrench it from his grasp, but he has a stronger grip than I’d anticipated. I poke a finger into his chest, but he doesn’t flinch.

“And you! You have the nerve to stand there, all sympathetic and concerned, ‘cause I’m just another pathetic-”

“You’re not pathetic-”

“Maybe I’m not, but who’s to say because I don’t know who I am! I couldn’t tell you my favorite food! I don’t know who I am and I feel so stupid. I’m barely a person.” Tears well up in my eyes and I hate them. I try to brush them away, but Stephen still wouldn’t relinquish the hand he held. He was swimming in my vision, and I was glad because then I didn’t have to look him in the eye as he beheld my tears. I’d never cried in front of him before. 

It was the second time he had ever embraced me. The first time even through the wave of nausea and the bright lights, I could feel his relief that I was safe, but this time? Stephen pulls me in, his arms wrapping around me, no relief, only release as I bury my eyes in his shirt and sob. He doesn’t say a thing. Doesn’t move, just holds me, one arm around the small of my back rubs small circles and the other grasps my shoulder firmly. I can feel the ridges and stitching of his glove through the fabric of my shirt.

After a while, I couldn’t tell you how long, I manage to stop crying, taking deep breaths to get myself together. He smells like earl grey tea and lemons.

“You are a person,” said Stephen, finally breaking the silence. His low voice rumbles through his chest. “Look, I’m not the most open person in the world, but,” he takes a deep breath, “I… care about you. You're not stupid and you are certainly not pathetic. I promise we will get to the bottom of this, but until you get everything you’ve lost back, you’re still a person. You're no burden to me.”

My arms are around his neck, our bodies pressed together. “I’m scared.”

"I know."

"I'm scared I'm going to be like this forever."

“I know,” his lips skim my temple, and goosebumps raise down my limbs. “I felt the same way when my hands were crushed. But we have no evidence to suggest you won't make a full recovery. And worse case scenario, we’re going to figure this out. Do you believe me?” His breath is warm on my skin.

"I believe you.

The air is charged, the question is charged, and Stephen holding me is the only thing keeping me together. I get the distinct impression that I should feel embarrassed, humiliated for sobbing in front of Stephen, as though a proper lady might have done it more demurely. I don't though. I like it. I like how caring and attentive he has been since I was injured.

"What do you need? What can I do for you?"

I glance around my room. It seems especially small with another person in it. The green wallpaper is still bright and the iron bed below it is a mess. The room itself is mercifully, not too messy. The curtains are mostly drawn now, blocking out the harsh light of the sun, and leaving only a thick stripe that cuts the room into unequal halves. The room itself is cozy, but after all the time spent in it the last few days, and what had happened there, it's suffocating me. 

"Take me somewhere else. I need to get out of this house."

Stephen clears his throat, and created a portal. Through the golden circle is the stark night. The chill from the cold air radiates through, prickling my skin. We manage to detangle.

The wind is mild and the sky clear. I have no memory of the world so dark. Back in the city the night is never dark, polluted with bright lights and fluorescence and color. But here, the sky is a sheet of black, with hundreds, no, hundreds of thousands of stars of every hue. The world is so quiet and there are no tell tale signs of humanity around. All this space and only the two of us.

"Where…?"

"New Zealand." His robes had shifted into casual wear. That grey sweater again. Stephen stores his hands in his pockets. "Aptly named by the European settlers as the South Island, due to the fact that it is the Southern Island."

"They sound creative." When the portal went, so did all of the light and my eyes tale a moment to adjust. "It's beautiful."

"It is. And it will only get better."

I look at him surprised, eyebrows raised though he probably can't see it in the darkness. The tracks my tears have left behind feel particularly cold in the icy air.

“From a scientific point of view, auroras are the result of charged solar wind particles caught in Earth’s magnetic field. These particles ionize oxygen and nitrogen molecules in the upper atmosphere, a chemical reaction creating light. The indigenous people of this land saw auroras as the campfires of their ancestors.”

“Are they? The campfires of their ancestors?”

Stephen stands at my side, and passes me the sweatshirt that had been hanging on the end of my bed. “Yeah, they are. And if I’ve timed correctly, they should be just about to…” He trails off.

Nothing happens. There is only blackness around us.

Stephen chuckles, “that would’ve been really impressive. This area has been having an increase rate of solar storms-”

The dull cloud twists into a ribbon of white which begin to curl across the sky. Then it's yellow. Red, green, blue - a nebulous glowing arc ornamenting the sky and I look on in awe. The lights of New York had been overstimulating, but this is- "beautiful."

“Yes.”

The dam inside me breaks and energy floods me. Even being out in the fresh air had invigorated my soul a little and I take off marching towards the slab of rock on the edge of the cliff. I dig my fingers into the top and hauling myself up.

"Jesus Christ, be careful!" Stephen's at my side in half-a-second, clamoring up to stand at my side.

"You're worse than Wong," I complain.

"At least sit ," Stephen's hands find my shoulders and gently push.

I groan but comply, letting my legs dangle off of the edge. He joins me. I could see our breath in the air, and pull my sweatshirt tighter around my shoulders.

"What made you want to be a doctor?" I ask finally, breaking the prolonged silence.

"Do you want the PR answer or the truth?"

"Either."

"Well," Stephen runs his fingers through his hair and I wonder what it feels like, "what I used to tell people was that I wanted to help. We are the world type of bull," he laughs and it cuts through the cold, warming my chest. "But the truth is that I wanted to be the best at something with a lot of status."

Stephen digs through his pocket and pull out a chocolate bar. He hands it to me and I snap it in half, letting him choose which piece he prefered.

"Well, I've been thinking about why I must have chosen anthropology to dedicate myself to. I have three possible answers."

"And they are?"

I chew my chocolate thoroughly. "One, knowing how big of a motivator spite is for me, someone probably told me I couldn't do it."

Stephen laughs again, "sounds about right."

"Two, it's just so damn interesting! I was reading through my doctorate thesis and I seemed really passionate about how teeth could tell you so much about someone's social status.” Cupping my hands I blow warm air into them. My knuckles are bright red. "Three, and probably the most boring of all the answers, maybe it was related to my powers. I didn't really ever figure out the origin, maybe I thought it would be linked to something else, something bigger."

"Well, it's looking more and more like you are a part of something bigger."

"Now that I know what 'bigger' entails, maybe I should have wished for a more simple life." I finish my half of the bar and suck the last of the melted chocolate off of my fingers. The aurora crackles around us like radio static. “The way the light flows… It reminds me of the incense that Wong burns. You know the stuff, lotus and patchouli.”

I look at Stephen, his face bathed in colored light. “I know exactly the one. Gives me headaches, but he still insists on it.”

“That’s because it gets you out of his hair once in a while.”

“I suppose, yeah. It does.” Then he adds, "metaphorical hair."

It's nice to laugh with him. “Why did you choose-? I mean, I said I needed to get out of the house, why was New Zealand the first place you thought of?” I shiver, my sweatshirt is not holding up against the winter breeze, I twist my hands in my lap trying to increase the friction.

“Ah, I don’t know,” his eyes levelled against my gaze, the grey taking on the colors passing overhead. It's mesmerizing. “Just popped into my head, I guess.” His voice gets quieter and quieter and I have to lean in to hear him.

There's a magnetic pull between us. Something strong have sucked us into its current, it wasn’t just this moment, it's everything, it's the universe deciding our fate and pushing us together. Everything since we had met had just felt so right, like we were made for each other.

“Aren’t you cold?” I whisper. “I’m freezing.”

For the moment he looks so relaxed. He's only inches away from me now, and his hand covers mine, his warmth permeating through the yellow leather, and I look from his eyes to his mouth, pink lips from the cold slightly parted and bordered with his dark beard. “Stephen?” I couldn’t get my voice to work properly, my breathing had gotten shallow, heart clanging in my chest.

My eyes flutter shut, as he comes close enough that his nose brushes against my cheek, and he murmurs something I can’t make out, cut off when I press my mouth to his.

Stephen tasted like the chocolate we had shared and for a moment everything in this dark world, with its vibrant skies slowed, until he kisses me back, energy flowing through us at the places where we connected, his hand gripping the back of my neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue running over my bottom lip.

He's gone.

I've lost my breath.

Twisting around, I find Stephen standing behind me. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, I was just- trying-”

Heat floods my cheeks and for once I'm at a loss for words.

A portal opens to my room and I flinch at the sudden piercing light.

“I should go,” Stephen hurries into my room, disappearing into the hall.

In his haste, he left the door wide open.

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Maddie has a quiet moment to herself, but then hears a sound coming from somewhere within Fentonworks.

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For Ectoberhaunt day 13: Horror Flick

The downstairs of Fentonworks was uncharacteristically quiet. Jack had taken the GAV to the dump, looking to find some usable parts for their newest invention. Jazz was volunteering at the library. Danny was... well, Maddie didn't know where exactly Danny was. It had become far more trouble to keep an eye on him than it was worth, and he always came home safe and sound. For the most part. That meant that Maddie had the house to herself for a little while.

Normally, she wouldn't care. She'd hole herself up in the lab, working on something. She would have been doing that now, if it wasn't for the part they were missing. She could try working on a different project, but that might end with her losing her mojo for this one. So she was taking Jazz's advice and taking a well deserved break, at least until Jack got back. 

They hadn't had a lot of food in the kitchen, unsurprisingly; none of them had ever been very talented in the kitchen. But Maddie had found some tea, and there had been some leftover lo mein shoved in the back corner of the fridge that was good enough. Certainly not the most orthodox of meals, but since when has Maddie ever been orthodox?

Maddie wasn't used to the quiet of everyday life. She was used to the sound of her husband's excited chatter, to the whirring, clanging sounds of machinery. Now, all she could hear was the occasional car passing by outside, the sound of her chewing, and the soft padding of...something. That was weird. Normally, Maddie was pretty good at recognizing what a sound was. It was important to be aware and vigilant as a ghost hunter. But this sound wasn't one she recognized, and it was coming from somewhere inside the house.

Maddie turned away from the window, scanning the living room. Nothing looked out of place. The couch hadn't been moved, the TV was still turned off,  the windows were shut tight. It could have been coming from upstairs, perhaps? She turned towards the stairs, and immediately froze.

On the ceiling near the staircase was a ghost, crawling on the ceiling exorcist style. His head was flipped backwards, staring down at Maddie with glazed eyes. His face was a mess, covered in scratches and bruises, and his tongue lulled out, flopping around. His white hair was matted together, splotches of blood and dirt clearly visible. 

Maddie nearly dropped her cup of tea, but was able to stable herself enough to set it down on the counter. She turned back to the specter with a scowl. "Daniel James Fenton, put your head back on right and get off the ceiling this instant."

Danny laughed, contorting his body inhumanly and putting his head back on straight before floating gently to the floor. "I got you good, though," he said, still laughing.

Maddie shook her head with a sigh. "Yes, you did. But what happened to your face? Who was it this time?" Maddie reached into the upper cupboard, grabbing the modified first aid kit they kept for Danny.

Danny sat at the kitchen table, propping his head up on his hand. "Johnny and Shadow. Got tied to their motorcycle and dragged behind them for a mile or so."

Maddie hummed, and started to clean out some of Danny's scrapes. He didn't even flinch at the antibacterial wipes. "And was this his fault, or was this your bad idea?"

Danny smiled sheepishly. "Can't it be both?" 

"What were you trying to do?" Maddie asked.

"We wanted to see if I could slow him down by acting like a kite. Or if it would make me fly faster. Turns out, I am not good enough at body modification to kite myself. Yet."

Maddie sighed. "Yet, meaning you're going to keep trying?" Danny just smiled at her in lieu of an answer. "You're just like your father. Now, space bandages?"

Danny nodded, and continued chatting as Maddie grabbed the bandages from the first aid kit. She liked this much more than quiet.

[senditcolton]

It Will Come Back

a/n: well, my beautiful friend Em (who requested this blurb) did say to hurt her feelings so... here we are! i apologize for nothing. word count: 1.7k warnings: a little bit spicy! does not get all the way to smut, just a very heavy make-out session. gender-neutral!

I know who I am when I’m alone - I’m something else when I see you.

Those ice blue eyes were going to be the death of you. That much you were sure of.

The way they tracked you through the crowd gathering in the living room of Anders house. The depths of them hiding those emotions that you knew only came out in private. Their ability to pin you in place, even if his hands, his body, was no where near you.

If Casey kept looking at you, you knew you weren’t going to make it to the new year.

He was going to be the death of you.

And the worst part… the worse part was that he had already killed a part of you. The part that thought you loved him.

“Hey, are you alright?”

It’s Grace’s voice that pulls you back and you turn to see the concern etched on her face.

“I’m fine.” Your reply is quick, mechanical, the practiced words falling from your lips with ease.

“If you want to leave, no one would blame you,” Grace explains, her hand delicately rubbing your upper arm in comfort. That might have been the worse part of your break-up with Casey. It rough and messy so, of course, everyone knew about it. Dealing with the aftermath alone was difficult enough. Having to face everyone’s sympathy made it that much harder.

“It’s fine, Grace. I knew he was going to be here. If I didn’t think I could handle it, I wouldn’t have come.”

Thankfully, this time Grace accepts your words, shooting you a gentle smile before turning away from you, focusing back on her hosting duties. You heave a sigh, wandering through the crowd of the Lee’s New Year’s Eve party, not entirely sure where you are going but simply wanting an escape.

You locate the staircase that leads to the upper floors, the darkness and quiet from the second floor beckoning you, promising a welcomed reprieve. One which you gladly take.

As you were climbing the stairs, the sounds of the party growing distant and fainter with each step, your mind starts to wonder why you needed this silence, this haven. The answer came as quickly as the question did.

It was because of him. Because of Casey.

You didn’t lie when you said you wouldn’t have come if you didn’t think you could handle it. It was easy to say that when you were in the comfort of your own apartment, alone. You didn’t think about how different it would be when you were around him. The pull he had over you. A part of you swore that you could recognize the sound of his breathing, that you could hear it in your dreams. That you could even hear it now.

It's the brush of fingertips across your shoulder that has you jumping away and spinning. And you realize that you weren’t imagining it. Because Casey was standing in front of you, in the dimly lit hallway, his eyes connected to yours.

“Fuck, Casey, you scared me half to death,” you exclaim, hand raising to your chest to comfort your leaping heart. It doesn’t work because although the fright has subsided, your heart was now doing somersaults at the presence of Casey. The smell of his cologne. The weight of his energy. The sound of his voice.

“You shouldn’t be wandering dark hallways then,” he replies, that casual matter-of-fact tone causing a scoff to fall from you.

“You’re the one sneaking up on someone when their back is turn and I’m at fault here?”

Casey responds to your question with nothing more than a shrug before those eyes are back on you.

“What are you doing up here?”

“I just needed to breathe. Why are you here?”

Casey doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes still locked on you, his gaze moving down your frame and back up, those blue irises connecting with yours once again.

“Seemed like a nice place to relax.”

“My presence was just a happy coincidence then?”

“You really think you’re the reason for my every move?”

“Based on how you have been – are – looking at me, I’d say it’s a pretty good guess.”

There is a small huff of laughter that falls from Casey and you can’t stop the shiver that runs down your spine as you watch that intoxicating smile tug at his lips.

“Always so confident.”

It was dangerous, falling back into this game with him. You should stop feeding it, whatever this animalistic desire was that lingering in between you. That was the smart thing to do. The right thing.

But was there really anyone who always did the ‘right’ thing? And so, you speak again, your voice dipping lower, that sultry tone dripping off the edges of every word.

“You used to like seeing me like this.” The smile on Casey’s face grows and you can see his body language shift, shoulders pulling back and a step taken towards you. Preparing for the dance.

“I did. But I especially loved when you gave all that power to me.”

“That’s never going to happen again.”

“Never is a big word.”

“Look who’s confident now,” you tease. “Well, if you’re so sure you can make me relinquish control…”

You pause, taking those few miniscule steps toward him, closing the gap between the two of you until you are almost flush against his chest. And when you look up to connect your eyes to his, you are so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You raise yourself up a little more, leaning in closer until your lips are just barely brushing the shell of his ear.

“…prove it.”

You can sense Casey’s body tense underneath you, a response to your whispered words. You slowly lower yourself down to look at him again, your gaze running over the sharp edge of his now clenched jawline.

The silence that stretches between you is a dare, heavy with the question of who will break first. It stretches on for what feels like a lifetime, although it could’ve easily been only a few seconds. But it was long enough for you to claim the upper hand.

You smirk, your eyebrow raising in triumph and you spin, preparing yourself to wander back down to the party. You should’ve known better. Because before you even take that first step forward, you feel the strong hand and whisper of a gasp escapes as the fingers wrap around your throat. Casey tugs you back to him and you can’t even get a singular syllable out before he crashes his lips on yours.

Whatever words you were about to say dissolve into a moan as you willingly melt into him, accepting his lips and tongue as he deepens the kiss, his own body moving until you find your back pressed against the nearest wall.

As soon as your body makes contact with the solid drywall behind you, another gasp escapes your chest. The noise is what pulls Casey away although he doesn’t go far. The hand that was wrapped around your throat remains as those fucking blue eyes stare down at you.

You know he can feel the thundering of your pulse underneath his hand as the thumb that rested against your jawline begins to move. It follows the edge of your jaw to your chin until the pad of his thumb is pressing against your plush bottom lip. You watch his gaze melt down to your lips and it comes again; that smirk.

The breath that falls is shaky, unsteady and the sound of it shuddering only makes that grin widen. You feel his thumb turn until the dull edge of his fingernail presses into your ski. You feel it drag down; down your lips, your chin, the middle of neck until pausing in the hollow center of your collarbone.

“You could never fool me, sweetheart,” he whispers, the growl in his voice igniting that fire deep within you.

You don’t even attempt to hide your desire, surging up to mee his lips in a passionate kiss again, one which he gladly reciprocates. There is no rational thought in your mind as you feel Casey’s hand pull you off the wall and blindly push you back. You have no idea where he is leading you but you don’t care because you missed this. You missed the feeling of him pressed against you.

It isn’t long until you feel yourself fall back, your body connecting with the soft sheets of a bed and you rip your lips away for a brief moment to register the room around you. Thankfully, Casey wasn’t so desperate to get you alone that you ended up somewhere you shouldn’t be. The room looked to be one of the guest rooms in Grace and Anders house but that was all the information you could gather before Casey is pulling your lips to his again.

The kisses do not cease. Instead, they get deeper and heavier, your bodies rolling against each other, your hands starting to wander. Casey’s hands wander too and you are so lost in the feeling of his weight above you that everything in the world disappears.

Until you feel his fingers brush against the waistband of your jeans. That is when reality snaps back to you and you pull away.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathlessly, lips only centimeters away from his. Your eyes flutter open and find Casey’s. Once your eyes connect, you can see that he understands the deeper meaning behind your words.

It wasn’t that you shouldn’t be doing this; heavily making out in a random room in Anders home. It was that you shouldn’t be doing any of this. You shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of Casey and you together; physically, emotionally. It was a dangerous desperate wild animal, one that should be cast away and left out in the cold.

But here you were, finding warmth in the fire you lit in each other.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t,” Casey replies.

“Then why do we always find ourselves here?”

Casey’s lips twist again but this time it’s not that smirk that makes you weak in the knees. No, it’s that smile that makes your heart ache – one that makes you wish it could all be simpler. The silence continues to stretch until Casey moves again, one hand coming up to brush a singular strand of hair away from your forehead before he speaks again.

“Because you’re just too easy to need.”