#i know hes not punk shhh its for the bit

[devilst0at]

dale kobble is a PUNK ROCK PRINCESS 💋

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 11. In your hands

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (m receiving), torture via Gom Jabbar, sub!Feyd, dom!Reader, BGSM

— WORDCOUNT: 2k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs

There are weapons you cannot hold in your hands. You can only hold them in your mind. — Bene Gesserit Teaching

She held his gaze and smiled. His hand had only been inside the box for seconds but she could already see it on his face. There was apprehension and excitement there and most disturbingly of all a hint of lust, but overwhelming everything was fear.

“Who did this to you before?”

“That’s my secret,” said Feyd in a quiet rasp. “Who did it to you?”

“The Reverend Mother.”

“Ah… Was she nice about it?” he asked with a smirk, but then his pale brows creased as the phantom pain began to tingle up his arm.

“No,” she replied, her thin smile widening.

She traced the blade up and down his taut stomach, more seeking to cool him than anything else. She’d never seen a man look down at her with so much fear… It was quite thrilling.

“What do you feel?”

“Itching,” he groaned. “Turning into… burning… into… Ah!”

The sound was gentle, something that escaped him before he realised. She moved the blade down between his legs as soon as he gasped, its presence no longer benign but threatening now. Feyd bit his lip and his pale head fell back, exposing the tense column of his throat. He breathed out through his teeth and through the thin metal sheet of the box she could feel his fingers moving, twisting, trying to form a fist.

“Shhh… Take the pain, my na-Baron,” she soothed, resting her cheek against his knee. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He should begin to feel his skin crisping now as if after too many hours in the Arrakis son. What followed was far worse, and to her surprise and admiration, he seemed to know it well. He controlled himself admirably all things considered. The blade turned to a caressing motion once again, brushing up and down the hardening length of his cock from the head that leaked against his trousers all the way down to the root. She pressed the tip against the swell of his sac with the gentle promise of penetration. Feyd’s head came up and he looked down at her again. His eyes were vulnerable. He braced himself against the bed with his free arm while the other struggled to stay inside the box.

“It’s not that hard for you, is it? I refer of course to you keeping your hand inside,” she smirked. “You like it.”

Feyd smiled his black smile but he seemed winded, consumed by something more than pain. Every now and then he’d frown with a sudden stab of something but his eyes stayed focused on her own, piercing through the veil of fire that by now shrouded him. She could almost feel what he felt. She could certainly remember it but it was quite a different thing to feel it through him, through the way he looked at her. The pain was theirs together. She kissed his clothed knee as she held his gaze, keeping calm for him, but underneath her heart was all aflutter, undecided whether she sooner enjoyed causing his pleasure or his ache. Feyd closed his eyes when it got too much and his shoulder jolted with the hint of pulling back. She bit her lip and twisted the knife against his loins, stopping him still.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “More.”

“P-please,” he gasped, his eyes watery when he next opened them.

She enjoyed hearing him begging so much that she felt herself begin to blush. Was this how it had been for him when he had made her suffer? Was it always so delicious to cause pain? But she could see his cock harden underneath his trousers, could almost see it throbbing with a quickened pulse, and underneath the tip of her blade his balls were swollen full of seed.

“You like the pain,” she said as she licked her lips. “And you like begging. Don’t you? Hmm? Do you like begging for me?”

He whimpered, head turning away from her as his hand fisted in the bedsheets. Even if she were blind she would’ve been able to tell that this meant more to him than anything else they had done together so far. His lungs burst into a quick sharp breath at once and his head tilted back, eyes closed, lips gasping open as he breathed his pain away. His stomach flexed and underneath her cheek, she felt his thighs were tensing. A flush of dark purpling blood bloomed underneath his skin, rising from the top of his broad chest up his throat and to his cheeks. His lips drew back against his stark black teeth and his nipples perked in keen excitement.

“What is it, my lord na-Baron?” she whispered, kissing up his clothed thighs all the way up to his loins. “Does it hurt so badly?”

“Yes,” he gasped, his voice breaking with unshed tears, but still he didn’t pull his hand away. “Hurts so m-much…”

She purred and kissed the swell of his cock, letting her lips rest warmly over the shape of it beneath his thin black trousers. Feyd whimpered and tried to close his legs but his figure was already unsteady on the bed. His fingers were flexing in the box again and he rolled his shoulder in its socket, and as she kissed up the throbbing edge of his cock she could almost hear him saying to himself that it wasn’t real, none of it was real, it was an illusion.

“But the pain is real,” she softly said. “It’s the only thing that’s real for you right now, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… Yes…” he breathed.

She laid her tongue flat against the length of his cock and let her warmth seep down toward him. When she looked up at him again, up the sweaty, pale, corded path of his body, she could see the agony there melding with relief. And although he was hard and leaking and he still felt her blade at the corner of his thigh all thoughts were chased out of his head. The air was filled with the sound of his sharp gasps and the little moans that slipped between them. Without a second thought, she placed the blade down on the bed and started undoing his trousers.

“W-what —”

Before Feyd could get the question out she had his cock in her hand and her lips were on the tip. He was so beautiful, like a broken doll. Like a precious thing from childhood — lost and now recovered. His voice was broken into fragile pieces, his body was falling apart, and in spite of all the pain she’d put him through he’d still chosen to obey. He was hers. She’d never had anyone before, not like this…

She dragged her lips lower down his shaft, moaning at the taste of him. He was hard between her lips and heavy on her tongue but sweet in that slick cloying way she’d gotten used to. His hips nearly arched off the bed and his free hand clung to the mattress. The deeper he sunk into her mouth the louder his cries became, and it was just as much from pain as it was from pleasure. She suckled on his length and closed her eyes, pulling him as far in as she could take. Feyd breathed heavily. He squirmed above her and after a few seconds he began to scream, his legs tensing around her shoulders. The nerve induction must’ve gotten to the point where he felt his flesh was melting, but he still refused to pull away. His cock was dripping down her throat and she wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him there, but from the weak and broken warbles he gave out, she was sure he’d started crying.

“Stop,” he whispered between panting breaths. “P-please, I w-want to stop…”

She moaned around his cock and suckled on it, tasting the saltiness of sweat and skin and the tangy sweetness of his seed. She pulled off of him for a moment to look up toward his blushing face and whisper.

“Cum for me first.”

Feyd groaned when she wrapped her lips around his cock again but he kept his hand inside. He was a good boy. Better than she had expected — and entirely intoxicated by the pain. Breathing deeply, sniffling through his agony, he sat up as firmly as he could on the bed and moved a trembling hand to the top of her head. She smiled at first, but then the fingers tightened in her hair and his grip hardened, and he pushed her down as far as she could go. She let the sharp edge of her teeth dance across his root but that only seemed to entice him further if he even felt it at all through the pain that shot across his other arm. Feyd gasped and moaned and thrust up into her with a hard pumping of his hips while he held her head against him and in only a few moments he was cumming down her throat. His cries filled the room sounding like a wail of death, but between her lips, he’d never felt more alive. With a painful seize of his whole body, he twitched and swelled and spilt his seed. She did her best to swallow but messy droplets fell from the corners of her mouth to lick across his sac. He hardly felt it. Feyd thrust up into her mouth until he no longer had the strength to, and then he fell back to the bed.

“Please, please, please,” he whispered. She could hardly hear it through the dizziness that rang between her ears. “I can’t… I can’t…”

She pulled herself up gingerly and looked at him. His hand was still inside the box. His cock was soft by now but still leaking on his thigh, and even on his back Feyd was breathing so heavily she was afraid he’d make himself sick. She pushed the knife off of the bed and well out of his reach as she smiled down at the sight of him, pale and sweating, his forehead creased, his plush lips bitten, his eyes dark with lust and pain.

“You can take it out now,” she whispered as she caressed his tense perspiring stomach.

He obeyed before she even finished speaking. His hand was trembling and he was almost too afraid to look at it, but he knew what he would find. His skin was alright, his bones too. It all had been an illusion, again. His knuckles were a little pink from where they’d brushed against the metal and the beds of his nails were white from strain, but it was still a perfectly healthy hand. She reached back to take it as she straddled his waist and brought the weak limb to her lips.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked with a thin smile as she gently kissed his knuckles. She felt wicked for toying with him that way but felt closer to him than ever before too, and she was certain this strange mix of emotions was addling his mind just as much as hers.

His eyes watched her, keen yet dizzy in the shadow of his lust. “That was… too much,” he breathed.

“Even for you?”

“Yeah… Even for me.”

She grinned and moved her kisses to the tips of his fingers, taking them between her lips one by one. “When will you want to do it again?”

“Damn it, woman. Give me a week, at least.”

She giggled and placed his hand gently beside him then slid down his body and off of the bed. With slow and loving care she pulled his trousers off and made him comfortable, put the box and the knife away, and took her own clothes off too. And while Feyd was still catching his breath and examining his hand like it was the most precious, vulnerable thing in the world, she poured him a glass of water. It felt strange to comfort him, to tuck him in and pull his head to rest over her chest. It was a behaviour from herself she hardly expected. If anything Feyd seemed less surprised by it than her.

“We won’t have to do it again if you don’t want to,” she whispered as she trailed a soothing path across his back.

“I asked for it,” he muttered, burying his face against her neck. “If I ask again…”

“You want me to give you what you want?” she finished.

“Every time,” he smiled.

[totentnz]

since i said i was gonna hold back in my last reblog im gonna continue here

this thing keeps happening where inbetween my first playthrough and my actual "canon" playthrough with my actual v i came up with headcanons and ideas that JUST fit a bit too well for it to be a coincidence one of them being v and her failed band

i have somewhat briefly talked about the band before (they finally have a name, it's "rotten" very original i know but thats sort of the point) and basically v crashed the whole thing into a telephone pole because she refused to sign up with a label or anything like that

now for the longest time i decided that v was never gonna mention that to anyone (mostly because i hadnt fully warmed up to the idea myself) but when i replayed the ballad of buck reavers i was like shit this is the perfect opportunity for v to atleast tell johnny about it (yeah he might know already but shhh) and v was gonna be SO SMUG about it like "haha im the real punk rocker of the two of us fuck those cunty corpos" and then i read that last reblog and im like LMAO THEY TRULY ARE SOULMATES (once again this isnt shocking in the slightest i just think its funny)

im still on the fence of how she tells kerry about the band, right now either johnny or vincent tells him and v has to face kerrys wrath (funny) or they have a nice convo about it at some point (wholesome)

[fugitive-96]

The Witching Hour (A TG/TF story)

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

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

"Ted, start the tape." Trish said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You heard them." Trish said to Ted

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

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

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

"Okay Angela, go for it."

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

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

The planchet then began moving slowly towards yes.

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

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

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

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

After a few seconds the planchet didn't move.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It says green."  

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

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

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

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

"We were getting something!" Trish yelled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait.. what?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few decades later..

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

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

The end?

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Red Eyes part 2

Okay, im starting to love this Au, 

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it is nightime in the dormitory of Shinjuku.. 

The bright crescent moon shines its luminescent  like shine on the entirety of Tokyo, A small bench is layed in the center of the dormitory, Where a young chubby student is sitting,staring at they’re intertwined fingers as they sang a harmonious melody, They sing as if they’re releasing something deep, something of a sharp feeling, that they began to tear up as they sang to what appears to be a high note of the song, Swaying from left to right, in full throttle,not knowing they’re familiar voice is going to be heard by the other sleeping students.

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And they woke someone up...

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{Door opens} 

.A Orange haired student, waiks towards the hallway to investigate, who is singing such an harmonious tone, There they spot they’re  two closest classmates as they watch from above, as the singing fluffy haired sang to their heart’s content.. They listen to their tone, their voice and the way they sing, they are now completely immersed into listening them sing now, as the redhead starts to suggest something. 

Ryota: Shiro, should we,?

Shiro: Just a few more minutes.. 

Kengo: Im recording them, 

Moritaka: Comrades?,

Everyone: Shhh...

Moritaka: Oh, apologies, Looks like we’re all awoken due to Harumo’s singing.

Ryota: Yeah, but, i didn’t even know they sing so good..

Kengo: im gonna show this to Harumo,at the guild. 

Shiro: Save me a copy. 

Kengo: What?

They continue to listen to their  musical and tuneful voice, not knowing that a tall figure is slowly approaching the quiet four, 

Mr Mononobe: Why are you all out of your rooms? 

Everyone: Ahhh!..

Harumo: Huh?..

Shiro: Mr Mononobe?, I..i..

Mr Mononobe: No need Shiro, first time hearing Harumo sing is like one of a million chances, 

Harumo: Were you guys there this entire time?!..

Ryota: We’re sorry Harumo, it was just really good, 

Kengo: And i got all on video!.

Harumo: You recorded me?!

Kengo: What?!, Its good content! 

Shiro: Im really sorry Harumo, i didn’t mean to, i just..

Moritaka: Most humblest apologies friend, i was so drawn to your singing that i lost focus. 

Harumo: ahhh...this is so embarassing! 

Ryota: But, you sound really great when you were singing!    

Harumo:Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...

Mr Mononobe: Alright everyone go back to your rooms, You know you have a test tomorrow. 

Ryota: A T-TEST?!...

Shiro: Yes Ryota, why’d you think we held those study sessions. 

Ryota: Oh,,y-yeah, i know that!,hehehe! 

Moritaka: Lets do our absolute best tomorrow, Ryota, 

Ryota: {In not going to be able to sleep tonight}

Kengo: Hey partner!, Good singing back there! 

Harumo: Ahhhhhh....

Moritaka: There’s nothing to be ashamed off Harumo, you sang beautifly, I never heard such a meliodic tune before! 

Ryota: When did you learn how to sing like that?..

Harumo: Uhhh..From Gabriel? 

Shiro: That explains the trips then..

Without further discussion, the stunned students, all went back to their dorms and went to sleep...

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{Harumo’s dorm} 

Lights off, only the torquoise ray of the moon luminates a small portion of your room, You appear to be having a nightmare you brows go lower, your eyes squinting at something that isn’t needed to be focused on.

{Harumo”s Dream}

Harumo: W-Where am i?!...Why is it hot in here?!, This is a dream!

Unknown creature: {Breathes fire}

Harumo: Ahh!,,what the?!,,,what the heck is that! 

An Unknowing creature that almost the same height as Shinjuku Academy, stands before you, With its wine like scales, its tin like claws buried in the ground of dream state, Spine chilling as it looks directly into your eyes with its scarlet glare, almost as if its peering straight to your soul.      

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Unknown creature1: ......Harumo.....

Harumo: It knows my name?!, Who are you?!...and what are you doing in my dream!?

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Unknown creature: ..I AM A DRAGON...

Harumo:A dragon?,,Then, why are you attacking me!?

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No response from your interrogation, the dragon like creature stands there, with its intimidating stature as well as its aura like glow, looming around it, But thats not all, 

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Harumo: Another one?,,,what the?!,,,

Out the blue, you are surronded by 5 dragon like creatures, each with their own distinctive features, the creature to your left is a turqiouse like its from the ocean, to your right, you see a moss green with what appears to be two vine like tentacles etched at the top of their head,  

To your south-east stands  A lavender colored with its shiny scales, To your south-west stands, An earthly colored dragon, as you can tell from its boulder like skin, 

Harumo: Wha?!,,,who are you all?, why is there,,,, 5 dragons around me? 

Confuse as you are shift your gase to each and every dragon that intimidates you,As they all radiate a glow that matches their features, you can’t tell what they are, as they stare down on you,confuse and worried,for you can’t summon your sword to defend yourself, .

.Suddenly.

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{ROAR!}      

 Harumo: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

Harumo: {Gasp} 

{Alarm clock ringing} 

You’ve awoken from your nightmarish like dream, for as look at your window, Rays of sunlight pierced your awoken eyes, you check the time, to see its early in the morning, which is unordinary, 

Harumo: What was that?....Those...dragons..

{Salomon appears} 

Lil Salomon: Good Morning Master!, Whaaaa!

Harumo: Whoah!, is something wrong?

Lil Salomon: Master, your..eyes..

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Harumo: {Gasp in surprise} 

You stared at the mirror for a while to process, a sudden change..

Harumo: What happened to my eyes?..    

Sunflower colored eyes, shines dimly in your eyelids as it started to glow more like a rising sun, you panic and stumble to your wooden floor in distress,

Lil Salomon: Master.!

Harumo: Hah...hah...what happened Lil Salomon?, 

Lil Salomon: Harumo, calm down for a sec, breath slowly, 

Following your faithful buttler’s suggestion you slowly inhale and exhaled your anxiety and distress away, and it worked, 

Harumo: {Inhale.....Exhale} 

Lil Salomon: Thats it Master, slowly...

Harumo: .....Okay..im calm..

Lil Salomon: Master look!, your eyes!,,,they’ve changed back!

From Yellow to change back to your usual grey colored eyes, you breath in relief for as you thought something changed in you,for what could be the reason of the sudden change in the color of your eyes?. 

The question looms on your mind, but you seem to forgot something much more important, 

Harumo: Crap!, the test is this time!, 

Lil Salomon: But master!, what about your-

Harumo: We’’ll taik about that later!, I have a test to go to! 

Rushing back and forth your room, to get yourself ready to attend another hopefully ordinary day in Shinjuku Academy,

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[Shinjuku Academy} 

Harumo: Hah,,,hah,,,,hah,,i made it! 

Ryota: Guys, its Harumo!, Hi Harumo! 

Harumo: Hey guys!, looks like i made it in time! 

Shiro: Its good that you’re not late this time. 

Kengo:....   

Harumo: Did all of you study?

Shiro: Hahah, no need to ask me that question.

Ryota: A little bit.

Shiro: What?, but we held a study session in the guild yesterday!

Ryota: Hehehe, it kinda slipped my mind?

Moritaka: I studied everything the exam has in store for me, so im fully confident in my knowledge.

Toji:*Nods*

Kengo: i suddenly have a bad feelin today.

Shiro: Oh?.

Kengo: Hey Harumo!, Did something happened to you? 

Harumo: Huh?

Shiro: Whats wrong Kengo? 

Kengo: Or is it just my imagination? 

Harumo:{Does Kengo know about my eyes?}

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Mr Mononobe: All right!, Students go back to your seats and prepare a pencil,pen,and eraser, 

Shiro: Everyone Stand!, Bow! 

Everyone Good Morning Mr Mononobe! 

Mr Mononobe: Okay, sit down, this is your second semester examination, And i trust you all not to cheat!, understand?!

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Mr Mononobe: All right, you can begin!.

.Ryota: Goodluck on the test Everyone!

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.????: HEY WHOEVER HARUMO IS, COME OUT! 

Everyone hearing the angry request, they look towards the window to look upon a large muscular figure along with 5 canine therians behind them as if they’re bodyguards. 

Harumo: Who are they? 

Mr Mononobe: Now class, stay put!, im going to check what it is. 

???:HEY HARUMO YOU BETTER COME OUT! OR MY BOYS WILL YOU! 

Harumo: Who are you?! 

???: Oh..so you’re Harumo!.. Come down here!, i want to have a nice clean chat with you! 

Kengo: This asshole needs a total beating if he knows whats coming for him! 

Moritaka: How dare they act so impudently infront of our school! 

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Mr Mononobe, acting as the guardian of the student requested, confronts the unknown figure with his bodyguards, 

Mr Mononobe: Now ,now, may i ask who are you?, what businness do you have with one of my students? 

???: Hey old man!, How about you bring me your student Harumo here, They have a lot of nerve messing with my boys yesterday, and i can’t sit still about the way they were treated. 

Mr Mononobe: .....Im not going give Harumo...

???: Well then....

Mr Mononobe:Oof! 

Everyone; Mr Mononobe! 

Harumo: DAD!.....GRRRRRRR!! 

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Shiro: Harumo?....

Squeesing the window frame, you failed to notice a sudden change in your eyes, 

Ryota: Harumo your eyes are turning red! 

Harumo: HOW DARE YOU!!

???: Now!,Come out! 

{Opens the app} 

Harumo: Grrraaa!!!

Shiro: Harumo let us help! 

Ryota: You don’t have to do this alone! 

Blinded by your own fury, you redered the ties of gavity and flew towards the group who hurted your father like guardian, 

Harumo::HOW.DARE.YOU HURT MY FATHER!!!!!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo?...

???: Lets teach this punk a lesson! Get him boys! 

Harumo: OUT OF MY WAY! 

Armed with claws, the canine therians, gracefully cut, bruised you piece by piece as your uniform gets ripped bit by bit, revealing your chubby body piece by piece, but they don’t realised, ...

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It was a huge mistake..

Canine therian1: What the hell is that skin made of!? 

Canine therian 2:It feels as if we’re hitting rocks !

From the onlookers, especially the summoners, they stare in confusion as they haven’t seen this side of their loving guildmaster, While the other students stare blankly aas they are both amased or shock to see the transfer student fight against 6 against 1. 

Now back to the fight, 

???: What are you all doing!?, go one and kill that bastard! 

Canine Therian 1 :But boss!, something is weird about this kid,We can’t cut them! 

Canine therian3:They have two swords!, and...what are they doing? 

Shiro: *Gasp* No! don’t’ Harumo! don’t use the Double Dragon on them!            Kengo: Harumo!,Harumo don’t use it, they’re worth it! 

Banging on the green dome enclosing everyone inside, the muscular students pleas go to occupied ears, as they are full of rage, as seen by the wine red color change of their eyes.

Harumo: Salomon!, 

Lil Salomon: Master!,this tecnique is not worth using on them!,Reconsider your decision! 

Harumo: They hurt my dad..so punishment is needed! 

Lil Salomon: I know, ive seen it, but look!, Father is okay now! you don’t have to use the Double Dragon technique on them, it will kill them for sure! 

Harumo: No one can die inside the battle area. I’ll make them remember this pain!

Boss: Pst, what, is that a secret move your doing?, Then go one,give me your best shot! 

Kengo: You moron!, you have no idea what that move is!, it could literally destroy a meteor! You’re only digging your own graves!   

Mr Mononobe: HARUMO!! 

Harumo: *Gasp in surprise* 

Waiking from behind, Mr Mononobe approaches you calmly as you are about to unleash the one technique that could destroy even the mightiest of foes.

Mr Mononobe: ....Don’t become a monster....

Harumo:.....

Bated breath and a silent stare, for you forget that you are in a midst of a battle, taking advantage of the confrontation, 

Harumo: Oof!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo! 

Kengo: Hey thats cheating! 

Boss: Ooh, did i disturb something!,

Harumo: *sigh* 

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“Dragonborn”

 Harumo: This voice...! 

 Mr Mononobe: Harumo!..Ahhh!!

Boss: Don’t butt in old man.. 

Harumo: Mr Mononobe?.

Boss: Hahaha,,this,, all i have to do?...This is pathetic

Harumo: Crap!

Sacred artifact Hammer in the hands of the figure looking down on you, Prepares to drop their hammer the same width of their muscular figure, on you, as if their about to execute someone’s head off, and 

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Mr Mononobe: ..Hey punk..

Boss:....

Harumo and Kengo: Mr Mononobe? 

Boss: You’re next so--

Like the sound of a wet towel amplified about 5 times,the painful sound can be heard from the second floor where the other students gase upon from,  your finisher, launched towards the side, due the massive power coming from the loving Mr Mononobe’s punches.. 

Harumo and Kengo: Ah....ah.....       

Boss’s henchmen: B-Boss?....Holy crap he’s knocked down cold! 

The onlooking students can only leave their mouths open for flies to come in and out, as they have witness a teacher, turned into a heavyweight boxer, The Summoners stood in disbelief as they have witness a teacher’s capability in protecting their precious students...

Mr:Harumo..Are you okay? 

Harumo: I think he’s not okay..

Lil Salomon: I didn’t even know Father can throw a punch like that!..

Mr Mononobe: Us teachers should know how to fight,if we want to protect our precious students.

Kengo: Holy smokes!.....Harumo you okay? 

 Harumo: Y-yeah, im okay, though im healed now, so don’t worry. 

 Boss’s Henchmen: Hurry lets get the boss outta here! 

Mr Mononobe: I let this slide for once, But if you all dare to come after to one of my students...Then expect it to be 10x more harder.

Boss’s henchmen: Nnngg,,,,We will never bother you all again sir!

With their boss in tow, they scidaddled out of sight,, 

Kengo: Don’t ever comeback here assholes!

Mr Mononobe: I’ll forgive your word for now Takabushi,,For now, lets head back to class now, You still have that exam. 

Harumo: R-Right...

Mr Mononobe: You..refer me as...your dad?  

Harumo: Crap!,,you heard that! 

Mr Mononobe: Hahaha!, how about it..son..

Harumo:*gasp*.....Yes Dad!

[popcornpeppermint]

Brother, Brother (Part 2)

Arashi knew something was up once he opened the front door with a tipsy Shinyo leaning on the frame. Stumbling inside without much permission, Shinyo began a drunken rant about ��how ungrateful my little prick of a brother can be”. 

Arashi sighed. He knew the routine. First the blonde will go on and on about how stupid his younger brother is, then it’ll end in him sobbing about how pitiful his life is. At first the swan-hero found it amusing but now it was extremely grating.

He watched as Shinyo took another swig of his drink, letting out a loud burp and looked lazily in his direction. His hair was a mess; out of its usual ponytail. His face was dusted with a pink hue with alcohol painting his lips. Arashi would appreciate the sight if the other stopped babbling.

“Shinyo, calm down” he patiently said. He would kick the other out. But he knew Keigo needed at least a few days to rest. He already dealt with the weight of being a hero and now he has to keep his older brother out of trouble too.

Arashi knew all too well what stress being a hero felt like. His work took place mostly at night dealing with the underground, big-bad villains that the daytime heros never bothered to deal with. He can imagine that stress was the same on both sides, day and night.

He also knew how stressful Shinyo can be too. Not only does he stay in trouble; coming home drunk, not working, giving unnecessary sass; all that was a package deal with Shinyo.

Shinyo and Keigo are like day and night. Keigo, for some reason, is way more mature than Shinyo. He make better choices, considerate and think with his head. Smart too. Shinyo is the exact opposite. 

Don’t get him wrong, Arashi admire Shinyo a lot but some things he will never understand.

Shinyo and Keigo came from the same household. They both grew up with abusive parents. Shinyo protected Keigo from their harsh world. So how did Keigo end up being the only one to become a hero.

“My fucking parents sold ‘em” Shinyo would bitterly say. “No shit he’ll become on top. Those fuckers can give two shits about my little brother’s wellbeing as long as they get what they want.”

Arashi sighed at the thought. Maybe he was overthinking again?

It was a moment before he realized that the living room fell silent. Shinyo must have finally burn put of energy and crashed out.

Arashi peeked into the living room to see Shinyo laying sloppily on the couch, snoring like a bear. His wings were spread out, the massive red covering most of the couch.

Arashi chuckled to himself, grabbing a spare blanket and headed over to cover the other. Shinyo mumbled in his sleep. Arashi smiled softly, brushing the wild, blonde bangs out of Shinyo’s face.

He felt his heart flutter looking at his best friend’s sleeping form.

‘Shinyo’

“Keigo, stop crying, ok?” I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Shinyo! Keigo! Where the hell are ya, you little brats!”

“H-He’s gonna hurt us, Nii-san.”

“Yeah, over my dead body!”

A loud bang sounded on their bedroom door. Shinyo could hear their mother through the thin wall.

“Forget about them. Don’t waste your time.”

“The little punks sold me out! I just know it!”

Keigo whimpered as the banging continued, his feathers fluffing up in fright. Shinyo scowled, hugging his little brother and circling his own wings around him in and effort to comfort.

“Shinyo!”

“Suck it, you old fuck!” the ten-year-old snapped. “We didn’t even do anything to you!”

The banging stopped. The only thing that could be heard is Keigo’s sobbing.

“N-Nii-san...”

“Shhh, it’s ok. Big brother will protect you, baby-feathers.”

Another loud crash as the door caved in revealing a rather large man. He looked furious as he glared down at the two. Shinyo glared back while Keigo hid his face in the other’s shoulder.

“Come here, you little brats,” their father hissed. “I’ll teach ya to open those big mouths of yours!”

“Nii-san!”

“Keigo!”

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Shinyo jumped out of his sleep, his breathing loud and rugged. He felt his body shake, not in fear but anger. The dream was a memory and that memory of his little brother getting hurt because of him lingered.

He groaned once he realized that it was now morning. Or mid-day. No telling how long he’s been out. He had no clue where the fuck he was until it dawned on him that this place looked all too familiar. 

The scent of coffee greeted him. It was tempting but he was almost sure he would not be able to hold it down with a hangover. 

Standing up on wobbly feet, Shinyo stretched his body and wings. He heard footsteps which made him wince. Fucking good ass hearing can be a curse sometimes.

“Moring,” Arashi greeted. “Finally up? I thought you died at some point.”

“Fuck off, swan-bitch,” Shinyo grumbled. “Fuckin’ head hurts. Where the sake? If I drink more, it’ll cancel out.”

“Or you die of alcohol poison,” Arashi said, rolling his eyes. “Here, dumb-ass. This is for your head.”

Shinyo didn’t care what it was. He wanted the headache gone so he snatched the pills and swallowed them dry.

“Remember anything from last night?”

“Eh, Keigo kicked me out, I went to the bar. Saw some cute ass girl...or guy, I don’t fucking remember. How the fuck did I even make it over here?”

“You work in mysterious ways,” Arashi chuckled. “And that cute girl you saw was me, dumbass. You probably drunk-flew all the way over here.”

“You need to cut your fucking hair,” Shinyo said with a raised brow.

“And you need to stop being a cry-baby ass alcoholic,” Arashi quipped back. “Hungry?”

“Na,” Shinyo said flopping back onto the couch. “Is it ok if I crash here for the night? Or two? Or forever?”

“Look, Shinyo,” Arashi began. He sat on the couch also, lifting Shinyo’s legs before placing them back down on his lap. He allowed his beautiful white wings to relax, hanging on the back of the couch. “You can’t blmae Keigo for being pissed at you. You start trouble, a lot. He’s a very well-known hero. Number two now. You going in and out of jail will eventually be leaked to the general public and it will make Hawks look bad.”

“Like I give a piss,” Shinyo growled. “It make the Commission look bad. That’s what he’s worried about. Fucking puppet.”

Arashi sighed. He wasn’t a big fan of the Commission himself which is why he doesn’t take direct orders from them. He can see where Shinyo was coming from but still. 

“Grow up, ya bum,” Arashi said with a chuckle. “Stay here as long as you need to. Lord knows Keigo needs the break.”

“Suck my balls, feather brains,” Shinyo said with a boyish grin, flipping the other off.

“Gladly,” Arashi smiled back with just as much charm.

That caught Shinyo off guard, his face dusting pink.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” he grumbled as he looked away.

A sudden knock was on the door.

“Who could that be?” Arashi asked himself as he stood up. “Stay put, I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Arashi headed for the door on high alert. Opening it slowly, all he say was red. With a scowl, he opened the door wider to see Keigo in his street clothes, holding a bag in his hand with something that smelled amazing and a six pack of beer.

“Oh, hey, um Arashi,” he said nervously. He was fidgeting a bit as if he was nervous around the other. “I- hey, I’m sorry if Shinyo is bothering you. I brought food and drinks as a thanks for putting up with him.”

“Keigo,” Arashi greeted with a big grin. “It’s no problem at all! I know how much Shinyo can be.”

“You have no idea,” Keigo said with a sigh. “I also came to, uh, talk to him too?”

“Now? He’s a little snippy because of his hangover.”

“Drunken idiot.”

“He is.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with it.”

“It’s fine, really! Come on in!”

Keigo nodded his thanks, taking off his shoes and entering the apartment. It was a tad bit smaller than his own but that only makes sense since the other lived alone. He paused at the doorway to the living room, looking at the back of Shinyo’s head as he lounged on the couch. With a sigh, Keigo stepping inside.

“Shinyo.”

“Baby-feathers.”

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Feels Right Monty x OC- Requested

REQUEST:   @vintagemac94 Hey🌸, I just came across your blog and loved the Monty love I saw there those two stories were pretty awesome. Could I pls make a request for MontyxOc where she has a boyfriend in college but when she moved to town and transferred to Liberty High she fell for Monty because of the amazing chemistry they had when they first met... As much as she wanted to stay loyal the connection her and Monty had proved too strong to ignore and she let the temptation take over💜. Tysm

I really enjoyed writing this, so much so that I had to split it up into parts XD. I will put the second part up soon(once I complete it that is)

hope ya’ll enjoy it. requests are always open.

WORDS: 1389

MASTERLIST

“Ok, babe. I’ll call you tonight. I can’t afford to go late on the first day of school”

“No, Soph, you call me in break time ok.”

“Ugh, fine. I love you but I really got to go now”

I hung up smiling about how much my boyfriend cared for me. We had been together for a little more than a year and it was going great. He was a little possessive but that’s because he loves me. Right?

I ran down the stairs excited for my first day at Liberty high.

“Morning, mom. Hey dad”, I said kissing both of them.

“Here, have your breakfast and then we’ll leave”

*

“Have a nice day, sweety.”

“Bye dad”

I walked into the massive property of Liberty high which was crowded with noisy teens. I looked around, there were the cheerleaders, nerds, punks and the jocks. Ugh.

I never really fit in with most of these groups. I am friendly but I’d rather be alone. But I had promised myself to make friends.

I looked around and spotted a boy and a girl talking, they seemed nice.

“Hey, I’m Sophie Miller. I’m new here, can you please tell me the way to the counsellor’s office”

“Hey, I’m Hannah Baker.”

“I’m Clay Jensen. Well I was just heading there to take the new students on the school tour.” He laughs.

“Well then you can give me a little preview” I said before we bid goodbye to Hannah and headed towards the counsellor’s office. Wow. Its gonna take some time to memorize all these hallways.

*

The day went by well, I had a few classes with Clay and others with Hannah, so I didn’t have to put in the effort of socializing.

I sat at their table during lunch. They were so sweet, and we talked about random stuff while they told me a little more about the school.

As soon as the bell rang, we all moved towards our next class, when I realized that the next class, I had neither Clay nor Hannah with me. They showed me towards my classroom before going off towards their own. I walked in slowly, almost as if I was walking into a dense cave. I walked slowly to a bench at the end of the class, satisfied that I had caught the attention of nobody, or at least that’s what I thought.

I managed to get away from the “new girl introduction” bit successfully. Since it was the last class of the day, I went out towards the parking lot wondering where my dad was.

*

 Things went on quite smoothly for the next few days. By smooth I mean little to no social interaction except with Clay, Hannah and a few teachers. It felt nice, like I could fit in, that I did not need my boyfriend as a barrier between me and the world. Jake (boyfriend) had asked me to call him at least 5 times a day. It was getting a little annoying, but I had to, after all he agreed to me going away to another town. It was the least I could do for him.

It had been almost a week in school and it is safe to say I still don’t know anyone other than Clay and Hannah, I mean I did make efforts to make friends but it seemed as if everyone had their friend groups filled already.

“Honey, I’m so sorry but you’ll have to walk to school this week”, my dad told me as he was getting ready to catch his flight to go on a business trip.

“Don’t worry dad, I CAN walk to school. It isn’t far” I chuckled.

*

Monday morning came soon, I got up realizing that I had to walk to school and so I had to be quick. But after all I’m as slow as a sloth bear. I ran, literally ran out of my house without breakfast, racing with the wind. God, I’m going to be late.

“Hey, careful.”

In the haste of getting to school on time, running like a mad-man on the streets, I did not realize when I bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking, so sorry.” I said sweating and almost at the verge of freaking out. “I didn’t see, I don’t- I’m sorry”

“Oh god, shhh, quiet”, that someone clasped a hand over my mouth with the other slowly rubbing up and down my back. This somehow immediately calmed me down. I looked up to meet the eyes of this kind stranger.

I looked into his deep hazel colored eyes, and I felt something. Something, that I can’t explain. Something I haven’t felt before. Something that was nice. I was so lost in his eyes that I did not realize that I had literally been gawking at him.

“You’re a weird girl, aren’t you” he laughed.

I snapped out of my bliss and gave him a confused smile.

“And a pretty one” he added, sending more shivers down my spine. His smile was so confident, so sweet yet almost like a smirk oozing with arrogance.

“Why are you walking to school today? Do you need a ride?” he asked.

I was shocked he knew as much as he did. And I guess it was written all over my face. He added “I go to the same school. I’ll give you a ride, it’s not very safe to leave you unsupervised right now”, he laughed.

He walked over to a jeep parked near the sidewalk and sat confidently in the driver’s seat, sure that I would follow him. And I did. I don’t know why I did it but I did. I sat down in the passenger seat.

“I’m Sophie. Sophie Miller” I said mustering up the most confidence I could and smiled at him.

“I’m Montgomery. Montgomery De La Cruz. But I prefer Monty” he said mimicking me. But I wasn’t offended, in fact I smiled at him wider than before. “Monty” I said softly.

*

The entire ride we spoke about tons of things. I’m not saying we had many things in common in fact we didn’t but it did not feel awkward. Also did I mention that that he was the hottest person I’d ever seen (still is). I hadn’t gotten the chance to see him that well considering I was near-freaking out over stumbling into him but when we reached school and he got off the car, the radiation of the morning sun hitting his skin in all the right places making him look more godly than he did before, had taken my breath away. Wow.

My feet carried me to class, my hands carried my books, physically I was in class but my mind could focus on nothing but Monty. His voice echoed inside my head; his soulful laugh made me smile like an idiot without realizing that I was in class.

“Miss Miller, is there something that you want to share with the class, so that all of us can laugh”

My face turned red at the teacher’s voice and I shook my head. The bell rang before she could go any further. The entire day, I barely payed attention to any class, my brain flooded with images of Monty (funny how I could imagine him in ways I’d not even seen him).

I absent mindedly walked out of the school towards home, still smiling wide. All of sudden a car pulled up next to me. The window rolled down.

“You know you can’t just ditch me, today morning was certainly not a one-time thing” he said smirking.

“N-no I was-“

“Oh God, just get in sweetheart” he laughed, the nickname leaving his lips effortlessly.

***

It had been a week and my dad was back home but I still drove with Monty to school. We had gotten incredibly close, I went to his games and we spent a lot of time together after school, gaming, listening to music, I even tutored him while he failed to teach me baseball. But the most wonderful time was when we sat together and talked about random things. Monty had gotten me to feel so good about myself, I had become more confident. It felt nice.

We were jamming to some music while riding to school when my phone rang.

Jake.

MASTERLIST

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hi who are most of the people in the relationship charts you posted on insta a while ago?

Like I know you’ve posted some stuff about Nate and Zoe and even Venus but I’m really curious about everyone else!

I wanna preface this by thanking you for your patience since it took me forever to reply to this. I really appreciate it! <3

Anyways, those charts are divided into two parts — the first is Nate’s friend group (which I call the Zodiacs) and the second is the Celestial Council. The Zodiacs are central-focus characters while the Council’s role is more on the back burner.

I’ll talk about the characters individually under the cut, but if you’re not into summaries I’ll include a song that reminds me of each character since I think music is a fantastic personality descriptor:

ZODIACS

NATE SAGITTARIUS:  Nate is an overly ambitious teenage boy who becomes a Regulator at the Venus Villas after discovering that he’s half elf. I’m sure you know the rest of this rant by now.

“Genius Next Door” — Regina Spektor

ZOE SAGITTARIUS:  Nate’s punk-rock older sister, who is much cooler than he’ll ever be. Zoe is a dryad that was adopted by Jupiter Sagittarius shortly after she had woken up in a Bronx alleyway with a bad case of amnesia. Nowadays, she works as a Regulator at the Venus Villas and wields a talking snake shaped dagger named Sabik.

“OHFR?” — Rico Nasty

DANIEL ATKINS: As Head Regulator, Daniel Atkins is known to keep things in line. Daniel is an aloof ghost from the 1910s who hasn't matured much since his death. He’s notoriously bad with social cues and always says whatever he’s thinking, which Nate doesn’t seem to mind. The two of them quickly become best friends, much to Zoe’s dismay.

“Nobody” — Mitski

BRENDA ANTARES: With her competitive nature and innate sparing abilities, Brenda was the obvious choice for Mars’ Lieutenant. When she’s not assisting Mars, Brenda volunteers as a part-time cook at the Venus Villas. Brenda is a sweetheart who befriends anyone she can, which is ironic considering the fact that she shares a body with a temperamental demon named Aries.

“What’s Up Danger” — Blackway & Black Caviar

ANASTASIA CHERNOV: Not much is known about Anastasia’s past and she’d like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Anastasia Chernov is head general of Via’s Army and a recurring antagonist throughout the series. She is a blind vampire who, despite her overall brooding nature, loves cutesy magical girl animes and Vocaloids.

“Oh Ana” — Mother Mother

MAYBELLE SAVURI: Real hot girl shhh! Maybelle Savuri is a top-charting singer and model from the monster world who just so happens to be Venus’ daughter too. She’s a super rich vampire with shapeshifting powers, the cutest outfits, and confidence for days — what else could you possibly want?

“Girls in the Hood” — Megan Thee Stallion

LEO JEMBER: Resident golden boy and honorary funnyman, Leo Jember is one of the first friends Nate makes at the Villas. Leo is a (literal) angel who works the front desk at the Venus Villas, and spends his free time messing with his best friend Scorpius Singh. Leo is extremely popular with the workers at the Villas but he also has the tendency to push Venus’ buttons for fun.

“C7osure.” — Lil Nas X

SCORPIUS SINGH: The only Zodiac more secretive than Anastasia is Scorpius. Scorpius Singh is a witch cursed to kill everything he touches. Nowadays, his hands are constantly bandaged and he tends to keep his distance from other people. Around the Villas, Scorpius is known for his intellect and snippy attitude.

“Goodbye Mr A” — The Hoosiers

POLLY DE DIOS: Just like her father, Polly de Dios is a skilled inventor who helps with repairs around the Villas. Polly and her twin brother, Cas, are a pair of hyper-intelligent androids built by Mercury de Dios. Unlike her lax brother, Polly is a rule-abiding teenager with a love for list making and hard work.

“B.I.T.C.H” — Megan Thee Stallion

ALEX MILTON: Come through, daddy issues! Alex Milton is a blunt satyr who spends his free time committing petty crime. His tendency to use his powers in the mortal world often winds Alex in trouble with the Venus Villas. Despite his unpleasant nature, Alex is both humorous and intelligent… maybe that’s the reason Nate had a slight crush on him when they first met.

“Rich & Sad” — Post Malone

DAX LEE: Dax is good friends with Leo and Scorpius which, by default, makes him Nate’s friend as well. Dax Lee is a deaf merman who has the power to mind control other people whenever he sings. And while Dax may not be the smartest member of the Zodiacs, he certainly is the friendliest!

“This December” — Rick Montgomery

JEONG NA-RI: As a powerful psychic, Jeong Na-Ri is a force to be reckoned with. But after Nate accidentally frees her from a hundred-year imprisonment, Na-Ri quickly learns that the world she came back to is extremely different from the one that she left behind. Not only that but, with her immortal dad still around, Na-Ri now has a new step-mom and an older brother named Dax.

“Cartoons” — Louie Zong

CELESTIALS

**SOL JEMAL: As head of the Celestial Council, Sol plays a particularly important role in the monster world. Sol Jemal is an angel that has been around since the beginning of time so she’s pretty much seen it all by now. Her distant nature has caused an aura of mystery to form around her, but her sons Deneb and Leo reason that she’s not as omnipotent as she seems and, if anything, she’s just a bit uptight.

“YAH.” — Kendrick Lamar

MOON ATKINS: It doesn’t matter that they’re twins, Moon would like to make it perfectly clear that he is Sol’ older brother. (By five whole minutes!) While Sol is known for being the bringer of life, Moon Atkins was assigned the role of ruling over the dead. Because of this, Moon’s presence is seen as a bad omen in the monster world. However, Moon is quite the gentleman with an extreme interest in birds, particularly ravens.

“Lethargy″ — Bastille

MERCURY DE DIOS: The rest of the Council has the tendency to look over Mercury’s existence. Mercury de Dios is a gnome with a knack for inventing. He’s a genius when it comes to innovation, but has trouble when it comes to socializing with other people, so he avoids it completely by shutting himself in his workshop all day. When he’s not inventing, Mercury is either spending time with his children or trailing behind Venus and Mars around the Villas.

“Touch-Tone Telephone” — Lemon Demon

VENUS GALILEI: As both his boss and godmother, Venus spends a lot of time with Nate. Which is unfortunate for him, because while many other adults in the monster world think Nate is old enough to fight against Via’s Army, Venus adamantly believes that he is too young to get involved. Still, despite their many disagreements, the two care very deeply for each other.

“Glamorous”  — Fergie

TERRA GALILEI: Nate’s not the only one with an adopted dryad sister. Terra Galilei is Venus’ younger sister who is head of human relations — meaning that she keeps in touch with the very few humans who know of the monster world. Unlike her sister, Terra is a loud party animal with a love for sports.

“Lightning” — Rico Nasty

MARS HUYGENS:  Oh boy. Where to begin with Mars? Mars Huygens is a cyclops widely known in the monster world for his loudmouth and love of violence. He is one of the three Celestials who work at the Venus Villas — the other two being his spouses Venus and Mercury — much to the Regulators’ dismay. Despite his reputation, Mars gets along swimmingly with Brenda and, despite how often he teases the kid, has a bit of a soft spot for Nate as well.

“PRIDE.” — Kendrick Lamar

JUPITER SAGITTARIUS: Everyone in the monster world knows Jupiter as the elf who had a child with a human. Jupiter Sagittarius is Nate and Zoe’s music loving father who never really grew up. Jupiter supports his children in their endeavors, however he’s not quite qualified for his own responsibilities. Despite his scatter-mindedness, Jupiter puts a genuine effort into everything he does which, at the very least, is why his peers tend to like him so much.

“8TEEN” — Khalid

SATURN HAMILTON: With the exception of Mercury and Moon, no one in the Celestial Council really likes Saturn all that much. Saturn Hamilton is a workaholic satyr who is obsessed with the human world and its history. More often than not, Saturn finds himself butting heads with his eldest son, Alex, despite Saturn’s attempts to salvage their relationship as of late.

“Cemetery” — COIN

URI HERSCHEL: Uri is a man of few words… mostly because he’s a selective mute. Uri Herschel is an ice giant known for his eccentric nature — whether it be his odd choice of clothes or his peculiar love of taxidermy.

“Anklebiters” — Paramore

LEE NEPTUNE: Guess it’s time to release the kraken. Lee Neptune is a picture perfect beach dweller — a handsome surfer dude who plays the ukulele and has the ability to shapeshift into the legendary kraken. He may not be the smartest member of the Celestial Council, but he certainly is charming.

“Drunk Walk Home” — Mitski

PLUTO TOMBAUGH:  While he’s technically no longer a part of the Council, Pluto will always have an honorary spot in these lists. Pluto Tombaugh is a laid-back and likeable dwarf who is obsessed with the animals that reside in the monster world — which he collects and studies in his downtime.

“Jawbreaker” — Injury Reserve ft. Rico Nasty & Pro Teens

**The surname Jemal is just a placeholder and will most likely change down the line.

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WILFY AND LANE >:3c

Ah yeah two of the oldest bitches I GOT let’s GO!

Wilfy

Full Name: Winnifred Muneera | Wilfy as a nickname

Gender and Sexuality: cis female and bisexual

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: She’s a holy variation of a species I made when I was like 10 years old. This species is basically sentient magic and takes the physical appearance of any species it wants. Holy ones are called Skytopians. Wilfy takes the form of a little cat or half cat/half human most of the time.

Birthplace and Birthdate: She was born in Skytopia, which is basically a big kingdom that is located in the clouds. She’s the heir to the throne so she’s a princess. Her birthday is April 8th.

Guilty Pleasures:

-Goofing off on Earth rather than going and doing her princess duties in the sky

-Being lazy and napping on clouds

-Cooking, but moreso the act of it rather than eating anything so she mostly gives food away a lot.

Phobias:

-Death of herself and those around her

-Caverns, canyons, pits, caves, etc. Basically anything that’s dark and gaping and looks as if if you fall in it will suck you in and kill you. She feels like she’s suffocating around these kinds of things.

-Very unnatural and disturbing imagery, ESPECIALLY body horror. If there’s something bending the wrong way, even if it’s like a broken limb, she will probably cry lmao it freaks her out

What They Would Be Famous For: Just being a good person honestly. She does a lot of good and selfless things all the time

What They Would Get Arrested For: Helping the wrong kind of person and getting framed for something she didn’t do

OC You Ship Them With: no one rn. I really want someone for her but I have no idea what to do for a partner at the moment jdkskdks

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Silverhaunt. It isn’t that he hates HER but he hates everything she’s directly connected to so yeah he’d try to kill her ass on sight if he could lmao

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Probably comedy for both tbh

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Horror anything for movies and the good ole “everything sucks and nothing gets better” book endings

Talents and/or Powers:

-Very good at flying with her wings. Maneuvers herself very well even against strong winds and storms and such

-Gets along with pretty much everyone unless they’re awful lmao

-Her magic type is healing and she’s very good at doing so, but she cannot heal herself ironically

-She surprisingly is good with swords, but that’s mostly a very little known fact

Why Someone Might Love Them: there is literally no reason to not love her I’m not gonna lie. I mean I’m biased but shhh-

I mean ok though I guess because she’s such a heavy optimist who sees the good in everything and everyone

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Idk you have bad taste or something?? /j

Ok but no realistically she does have a bad tendency to be naive and give chances to people who don’t deserve it and that is very annoying lmao

How They Change: She doesn’t change much at all if I’m being real, she’s always gonna be a relatively pure little ball of sunshine but I guess she matures a bit over time and maybe wisens up to the ways of the world at some point

Why You Love Them: she is my fucking baby. Also she encompasses a very beautiful and innocent time in my life.

Lane

Full Name: Delanie Ardere | Lane for a nickname

Gender and Sexuality: cis female and lesbian

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: Half of a species of angel that I made up, and half raposa which is a lil race of fox people from a video game lmao

Birthplace and Birthdate: She was born on a large and mostly isolated tropical island called Eptora. She was born October 26th

Guilty Pleasures:

-Reading. In fact she can mostly be found reading books somewhere about 99% of the time. Doesn’t really matter what genre most of the time

-Stargazing and astrology. She’s pretty hooked on that subject and is a major nerd about it

-Collecting weapons

Phobias:

-Being useless and weak

-Disappointing those closest to her

-Abandonment

-Burning out and dying from her magic defect

What They Would Be Famous For: Honestly? A lot of things. Bitch is kinda a badass and canonically tears down a whole ass corrupt monarchy (with help but is the general spearheader of it) just because the people involved were responsible for kidnapping her girlfriend. She’s what we call a very angry hero most of the time and that would be her claim to fame.

What They Would Get Arrested For: ....also a lot lmao. But mostly going against corrupt people and systems who would want her imprisoned for doing so. I would say other contenders are assault and property damage though

OC You Ship Them With: my dude Adam’s OC Althea. They’re very sweet together.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Buddy there’s a list of people likely who would line up for the opportunity

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Movie I would say action/adventure and book I would say mystery/thriller

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Anything she finds boring for either tbh. There’s nothing specific, but if it doesn’t give her a sense of fulfillment for finishing the story she won’t like it

Talents and/or Powers:

-Physically strong

-Knows how to use a lot of different kinds of weapons, particularly guns and blades

-A good leader who knows how to bring out the strengths in each member of her team

-Her magic is generally unable to be used until she’s at a later stage in life because of a defect in her genetics, but when she can it’s a lot of celestial type magic. So lots of spacey magic that has fire and ice as a main base for its appearance and effect. Most of the time she’ll be using magical weapons tho.

Why Someone Might Love Them: I would say because she’s a badass tbh. She’s a tough punk with a strong set of morals who never gives up and you gotta respect what she stands for, which is generally protecting and uplifting innocents that get caught up in awful circumstances

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s one of those people that either respect for being a hotheaded punk or you hate for being a hotheaded punk. I can see why someone wouldn’t like her broody attitude sometimes

How They Change: She gains more confidence and sense of worth for herself throughout the story after originally starting off with about none. She’ll never stop growing and changing and that’s an important part of her overall character

Why You Love Them: She’s my first OC and obviously one of the ones I’m most attached to by default because she’s grown and changed with me so much. If I had to pick one OC to be known by it’d be her. I made her to be the strong female character I wanted to see in the world and idk I just love her

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The Maze

Summary: Your friends head into a haunted house and you decide to entertain yourself in a corn maze, but you weren’t prepared for what you found.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Bucky x reader (College AU)

Warnings: anxiety? death, mention of blood and monsters, overall spooky theme

Word count: 2,740

A/N: my submission for @barnesrogersvstheworld​ ‘s AYAOTD challenge! The prompt is in bold. [BTW I made the collage above :) and I’m pretty proud lol]

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It scared you. That tightening in your chest, the one that ached with a panic that never seemed to dull. Shaking hands and frightened eyes that flickered about the area as you held tightly onto your keys. Your fingers aching from the pressure of the cool metal between them. The chill of the dark night, it sent shivers down your spine. Your heartbeat was steady. However, the adrenaline pumping through your veins was seeing to altering that all on its own. 

So there you were, standing outside the rotting building that seemed to drip with cobwebs and ooze blood. Your eyes scanned over it again and again, becoming more creeped out by it realistic nature by the minute. Shaking your head you took a step back, your friends sighing at your decision.

“Okay. Well, just wait out here okay? We shouldn’t be long.” They vanished from sight as they stepped through the entryway, their screams and laughter sounding from within. Well, sounds like you’ll have to find new roommates for the apartment.

A chill passed down your spine as your eyes scanned the place for something to keep your mind occupied. A hay ride, corn maze, and several food stalls that you had already eaten at. Nothing about the ride or maze seemed fun, especially alone in the dark of night. You sat shifting your weight for a while, unsure if you made the right call until you got another look at the house. A groan escapes your lips before you turn on your heel and head toward the maze. 

The air grows absolutely frigid, your skin prickling under your clothes at the mere caress of the breeze. Gravel crunches under your boots as you make your way down the path, eyes nervously glancing around at any small sound. This was a terrible idea. As you hugged your sweater closer, acutely aware of the goosebumps prickling across your arms and the back of your neck. You mentally flip a coin before turning left down a path that seemed heavily tread. 

The flickering lights of the candles in the jack-o-lanterns that were scattered along the pathways grew ever more distant, the path darkening under the cloudy night sky. You can’t help but feel dread rising in your chest, fearing that you had made a wrong turn down a false path. When you could hardly see the path, the flickering lights too distant and dim, that dread had become certainty. As you sift through your bag for your phone you silently curse the lazy punks who decided to carve their own way through the maze. The moment your hands and mind simultaneously realized it, there was a tightening around you heart. You had forgotten it at home. Too late had you remembered, halfway to the festival. Shit. You chastised yourself for forgetting and did your best to retrace your steps.

According to your watch, as far as you can tell, you have been in the maze for forty minutes. It’s only supposed to take approximately 20. Your mind was becoming frantic, thinking up all kinds of things that go bump in the night. The pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you stumble through the maze, gradually losing the ability to take a proper breath. Your anxiety was heightened by the creepy scarecrow lurking above the corn. You don’t remember seeing that there before, and boy was it freaking you out. Tears threatened to spill over and down your cheeks, terror setting in. 

It had now been an hour. You debated shoving through the corn and making your own way out, however, the sound of husks crunching under a pair of feet snatched your attention. Wiping away a few stray tears, you cleared your throat and began shouting at the stranger.

“Hello?! Is someone there? Do you have a map? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.” Panic was evident in your shaky voice as your head whipped every which way in search of the stranger. The night was far too dark for your eyes to make out anything in the maze but the corn. 

A sudden hand on your shoulder has you screaming until your eyes land on the culprit. You roll your eyes as he shakes his head and chuckles softly, his teasing gaze pumping anger in your veins.

“Not funny Buck. Not funny at all.” Your arms wrapped once more around your torso, the temperature continuing to drop. “How did you find me?”

“The maze is closed. You’re the only one left in here doll, like a needle in a haystack. But your shouting did help.” He shrugs off his leather jacket, pulling his hoodie over his head and into your hands. You stare at him incredulously, brow furrowed.

“You’ll freeze in that shirt and jacket.” He just shook his head and began walking, leaving you only slightly behind as you pulled his hoodie over your head. “Thank you.”

“What were you doing in here anyway? You were supposed to wait outside.” He had this concerned look in his eyes and disappointment in the furrow of his brow. 

“I just wanted to entertain myself while you guys were in the house. That place gave me the creeps. I didn’t mean to get lost in here.” You kicked a rock off to the side and weren’t startled by the thud but what followed. The rock rolled back. “What the hell?”

“What?” You didn’t respond, instead grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly in fear. “Y/N, what is it?”

All you could do was point at the pair of glowing yellow eyes hiding within the stalks, peering from within the darkness. It took all your self control not to scream as you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s torso, social anxiety be damned. There was no way you were staying in this maze a minute longer.

“Get me out of here.” You had never heard the terror in your own voice so shaky and quiet, eyes pleading with your friend. Any panic in his eyes was concealed by a newfound sense of protectiveness, his arm on the small of your back as he leads you onward. His eyes continue to flicker between the path ahead and what was left behind, cautious of whatever you had discovered in the maze.

A rustling behind the two of you caught your attention as you finally reached the outer ring of jack-o-lanterns, stopping dead in your tracks. Bucky’s hand moved to grab yours as he locked eyes on whatever was behind you.

“Don’t look. Keep your eyes ahead, and when I tell you to run. Promise me.” He doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze on the thing behind you. “Promise me, please.”

“I-I promise. What’s going on Buck? What is it?” You nearly turn your head but Bucky is quick, shouting for you to move. “Not without you, damn it!” 

You grip his hand tight and begin to bolt through the maze unsure if you would be able to resist glancing behind you. What the hell were you running from? Preoccupied by your thoughts you failed to notice the pumpkin before you, tripping over and into stalks of corn. Unfortunately, Bucky was no match for your entire body weight yanking him to the side and into the corn stalks. Both of you land with a muffled groan and flat on your stomach, small scratches across what little skin was exposed. 

The wind had been knocked out of you, your lungs burning and aching for air. Your hands grasp at the dried husks that littered the dirt path as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with air. Tears poured down your cheeks as you gasped, vision a bit hazy. 

“Shhh. Relax, just relax. Give yourself a minute.” Bucky knelt by your side, rubbing your back gently as he scanned the area around you. Once you get your bearings, you pull yourself up from the ground. There’s still a burning in your lungs but its duller.

“Woah, what’re you doing?”  Bucky is turning you about, scanning your hands and legs, your scratched up knee and face. 

“Looking for any serious injuries.” You stand at attention, and he gives a small smile. “Very funny.”

“What d’ya reckon serge? Am I good to go?” He shakes his head at your silly character voice, and that’s when you notice the scratch under his right eye. You decide to give him a quick once over which he of course protests.

“I’m fine. We need to go before-”

“Did you hear something?” Your eyes flicker about the small area, a dead end in the maze likely created by some punks.

“Just your god awful attempt at a Boston accent. I mean ser-” You narrow your eyes at him and place a hand over his mouth.

“Sh. I’m serious Buck.” He removes your hand, eyes scanning and ears listening for the rustling of the corn stalks. But it's dead silent. And your not sure that’s any better. “We need to go now or I’m officially never leaving the apartment again.” 

There’s a gnawing feeling in your gut, that ghastly chill on the nape of your neck, and a tightening in your chest. All signs pointing to danger, and you feared a pair of eyes were on you. The feeling has you wanting to pick up your pace.

“Whatever it is that you won’t let me see, it’s back.” Bucky’s brow furrows as he glances around.

“I don’t see it, how do you know?” You almost answer, but footprints in the mud before you make your heart drop into your stomach.

“Oh, god.” Your eyes travel up and are met with that of an indescribable creature, one you knew you could never forget. You wouldn’t know where to begin. It’s eyes were all you could focus on, with their haunting golden glow and their dead gaze. There seemed to be no life behind them and yet its chest heaved. It released a low growl that emanated from somewhere within. You were frozen in place, hand tightly gripping on to Bucky’s in sheer terror.

“Don’t move.” Out of your peripheral vision you noticed a faint blue glow coming from the side of his pocket. You wanted to warn against such a reckless move, but you honestly couldn’t muster the words. “Help is on the way. We have to run.”

“I-I can’t.” You hadn’t mentioned it, thinking that you had made it free, but there had been an exponentially increasing amount of blood flowing down your leg. “Guess that scratch was worse than we thought sarge.” Your whisper was shaky and the beast before your growled once more, a shiver trickling down your spine.

“I’m not leaving you.” You really wanted to give him a ‘no shit Sherlock’ look but the creature was watching closely. 

“I would hope not soldier. That would look mighty bad on your record.” 

“Seriously Y/N. I’m gonna have to carry you.” You nearly shook your head, the creatures eyes flickering between you. 

“No way. Not enough time for you to pick me up bridal style. This thing seems to enjoy a hunt, but I’m willing to bet not that much.”

“Who said anything about bridal style?” 

“Oh no you do-” 

It was too late, he had slung you over his shoulder. You help your hair out of your face, unfortunately gaining the job of monster watch. Fuck.

“How we lookin’ doll?”

“Well, I would say the view is lovely. However, the moment I look up there’s a rampant creature barreling toward us!” Bucky lets out a breathless chuckle as he cuts a corner. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Your brows furrow, baffled at what he was talking about.

“The moment we’re free then you can take your speed as a compliment. Not a minute sooner Barnes.”

“What about the so called view?” Your eyes widen and you can barely feel the heat rising in your cheeks as they flushed crimson.

“I was not talking about your ass sergeant.” Mutters something along the lines of ‘yeah sure’ as he adjust you on his shoulder. “Keep dreaming, but the thing that is currently gaining speed on us is sort of occupying my attention.”

“So you say. Entrance up ahead, at least 15ft.” You almost allowed yourself to cheer but the gnawing feeling in your gut told you not to celebrate just yet. 

“Fuck. there’s another one.”

“What?! Bigger? Smaller? Please say smaller.”

“Okay, but Abe Lincoln wouldn’t approve.” You can hear the strain in his breathing and the low growls of the creatures as the gain. “I know I said they were gaining already. But they’re seriously gaining Buck, you might want to tap into that tank of adrenaline.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”

“A new and fun cardio exercise that I will never be a part of again?”

“You and me both doll. Almost there.” But they were quicker than almost, pulling his leg from under him and knocking the wind out of you for the second time tonight. Bucky cradles you beneath him and uses his body like a shield. He screams in agony but refuses to move despite your pounding on his chest.

“Damn you! Move! I won’t let you do this! I won’t go without you! In this maze and in life, I’m with you-”

“Till the end of the line.” He cries out as he’s clawed across the back, blood pooling down his sides and staining his blue v-neck crimson.

“No!” Suddenly everything goes black and you're filled with a sense of confusion as the pain in your body evaporates.

“Y/N! Wake up!” Those steel blue eyes peering over you in the dim light of the hall sent tears down your cheeks. 

The panic and rush of emotions had you pulling him in close, not caring at the moment about the repercussions. His lips are soft and gentle, the salt of your tears mixing in with the kiss as he held you with one arm. You don’t allow him to gaze too long in your eyes as your wrap your arms around him tightly.

“Was it a nightmare?” He’s shaken the shock of the kiss off a bit, still dazed and confused. “What happened in it?”

“It was so real Buck. So, so real.” You were practically shaking in his arms. “Remember how I told you about getting lost in a corn maze at night when I was 9?”

He nods, eyes watching you intently as you try to make sense of your nightmare. His hand still rested on the small of your back, making you unfocused.

“Uh, well… That’s where it was set.” You tell him everything, tears threatening to spill over as you reach the bitter end. “I couldn’t save you. Worse, I got you killed. And it all seemed so real.”

“Hey, it's okay. I’m alive. It was just a figment of your wild imagination Y/N. Look at me,” Your eyes find his and he smiles softly. “I’m okay. Nothing got me, we’re safe.”

He continues muttering comforting words until your breathing steadies and you calm down. 

~

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[harley-style]

KH AU:

a SorVen raising Roxas from baby-hood

just shhhhh listen okay

sora is most definitely the goofy "dad joke" one

ven is the rational, kind of stressed husband

despite this, sora can cook, ventus...cannot.

i mean he definitely tries but the farhtest he has gotten is grilled cheese sandwiches

and roxas has had enough of grilled cheese for lunch

roxas remembers bits and pieces of the time he was sora's nobody

but he's hesitant in calling ventus and sora by their names.

sora is dad, ventus is pa or pops

roxas became a baby because of some mishap with ansem and the others

at first sora and ventus just raise him as friends

but they sorta fell in bed together one day

it all went downhill from there

roxas has a tiny streak of brown hair bc i like liverpepper's older!roxas design its so,,, pretty,,,,

sora is the openly PDA partner, ventus is the blushing type.

despite everyone thinking roxas inherited ventus' temperament, roxas actually has sora's. they just express it differently.

riku and kairi definitely have photos of both sora and roxas being mad and have had countless debates on why they look the same

sora has definitely been more cheeky, even going so far as to push ventus against a counter and seducing him right then and there

LOOK SORVEN IS A SHIP I DIDNT KNOW I LIKED UNTIL I THOUGHT ABOUT IT

outsiders are so confused as to why ventus keeps saying roxas took after sora more

theyre confused because roxas copies ventus' habits more often. sora's are a bit too carefree.

roxas is still bffs with axel and xion. ven and sora would never deprive him of his first friends.

riku low key spoils roxas even though they get into petty arguments

"riku," "yeah sora?" "roxas doesnt need THIS many pillows,,,," "WELL YOU NEVER KNOW"

terra teases ven by saying "oh no, im a grandpa, im not ready yet, please"

aqua does not help "shhh think about how i feel terra im a great grandma"

"STOP IIIIIT AQUA NOT YOU TOO"

sora flirts relentlessly and ven is flustered EVERY TIME youd think hed get used to it

but no

i might post some nsfw sorven stuff later ANYWAYS

roxas was a pretty chill kid growing up

he didn't really HAVE a rebellious emo phase.... he just kinda went up to sora and said "hey dad can i get one of those cool punk black earrings" stuff like that and sora just went "sure, lets ask your pa for some money"

sora wont let roxas dye his hair black though, any other color was fine, just not black. they settled on roxas having a brown streak and thats how he got it lmao

SO ABOUT XION

they defo got hit by the same...uh, "curse" that happened to roxas

you can pry genderfluid/non-binary xion out of my cold dead hands

anyway isa and lea take care of them!! they dont call lea or isa anything other than their names, though

childhood friends with roxas, forever, always

they painted thalassa shells black and had sora make them into earrings! one for roxas, one for xion

xion wears chokers!

roxas still wears his rings and armband

they still have their keybladed too!!

thats all i have. for now.

[ringa-starr]

What you Mean to Me Ch 4

A/N: Hey Dudes and Dudettes! I wanted to take a bit of a break from the drama and make this chapter more of a comedy :) Don’t worry though the drama will for sure continue in the next part! 

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though I wrote it in a matter of hours and it really just came from one single idea I had.

Needless to say, t doesn’t feel like my best work, but I hope you guys like it anyways.

Please leave any comments, suggestions or ideas you have for this fic down below or in my inbox because I would LOVE to read them!

As always, stay excellent and breathtaking and be excellent to each other!

I love you all,

-Deidra

It was almost 6 in the morning and Bill’s party was finally over.

As you can probably imagine, his parents’ house looked like two tornados had gone through it: pieces of shattered glass were all over the place, empty soda bottles and red paper cups littered the floor, CDs were all over the place, chip crumbs of all kinds crunched under your foot with every step you took, paper plates both clean and dirty filled the floor as well, and finally stains of God only knows what covered the entire downstairs area.

The only people who were in the house now were Bill, Ted, Emily, Deidra, Ashley and River which meant it was up to them to clean up the party evidence.

Thankfully, Bill’s parents weren’t due back until the next morning.

“Dude!” Bill gasped as he and his friends slowly and carefully walked around the now silent living room.

“How’re we gonna clean all this up?” Ashley asked, really thinking out loud to herself.

“I don’t know”, River said with a shrug, accepting the large, black garbage bag Bill had just handed him. “One section at a time I guess.”

Deidra placed a hand on her pounding head, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Would you guys please stop screaming?” she moaned. “My head’s killing me!”

“Ahh the first hangover”, Ted said with a large, goofy smile as he filled his own trash bag with cups. “You never forget it.”

“How would you know?” Bill asked Ted with a teasing smirk. “You’ve never been hungover a day in your life.”

Ted’s only response was giving Bill one of his signature smirks before continuing with his cleaning, Bill shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

“Ew, guys!” Emily cried from the spot she was cleaning in the hallway. “Come here and look what I found!”

She started laughing as everyone ran into the hallway.

Smirks as well as confused looks filled her friend’s faces at her find: a pair of dentures lying on the hardwood hallway floor.

“Where did those come from?” River asked, disgusted.

Bill and Ted looked at each other and started laughing.

“Maybe they’re Bart Applegate’s”, Ted said with a laugh, thinking of one of San Dimas High’s tall, bulky football players.

Bill laughed even harder.

“Yeah”, he agreed. “Rumor is that big, dumb tub-of-lard’s teeth rotted out of his dumb skull.”

Pausing for a minute, Bill looked at the pair of fake teeth and narrowed his eyes, smirking as an idea came to mind.

“Hey, Ted”, he said to his best friend as he picked up the teeth, the smirk never leaving his face. “Check this out.”

Opening his mouth wider, Bill slammed the dentures into his mouth, causing disgusted gasps from everyone except Ted.

“Eww!” Emily cried out, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Grrr!” Bill cried, giving his friends a wide smile, causing Ted to burst out laughing.

Bill walked back into the living room and pointed up at the ceiling fan, another idea hitting him.

Taking a chair from the kitchen, Bill placed it under the fan and climbed onto the chair.

Ted, knowing what his best friend was going to do, having seen it on tv once, walked over the stereo and put in a CD before moving the chair out of the way.

Ted then flipped on a light switch next to the front door as The Sabre Dance by Aram Khachaturian blasted from the speakers.

https://ringa-starr.tumblr.com/post/186600054397/armenianppl-aram-khachaturian-sabre-dance (You can listen to it here)

Everyone looked up at the ceiling as Bill started spinning around and around on the ceiling fan with the dentures in place, Ted biting his lower lip to keep from laughing again as Deidra, Emily, River, and Ashley looked on in part amusement, part disbelief.

The stereo, of course, was already turned up to full blast so it was no surprise that Bill’s elderly next door neighbor Mr. Fredrickson could hear everything that was going on.

The old man lay in his bed, one of his pillows slammed over his head to block the noise out, the exact position he had been in all night long.

And now he had finally had enough.

With a furious growl and a scowl to match, the elderly man slammed his pillow down on his bed before throwing on his bathrobe and slippers.

“Lousy good-for-nothing kids!” he grumbled angrily under his breath as he walked out the front door. “Why when I get my hands on that little punk, I’ll…”

Bill’s house was vibrating again as Mr. Fredrickson stumbled up to the living room window and looked inside.

He could see Bill spinning around on the ceiling fan only it took the little old man a few moments to realize something.

Eyes going as big as plates, Mr. Fredrickson gasped out loud.

“MY TEETH!” he screamed, although it sounded more like ‘My Teefs!”

Feeling his blood pressure go up, Mr. Fredrickson pounded on the window as hard as his little bony fists would allow, causing the teens to look in his direction.

“I’ll handle this, guys”, River told his friends before walking to the window and opening it.

River knew that Mr. Fredrickson liked him; basically, everyone did and why not?

River was one of the nicest, most respectful teens in San Dimas.

River gave the old man a kind smile as he leaned his elbow on the windowsill.

“How are you, Mr. Fredrickson?” River asked kindly.

“How am I?” Mr. Fredrickson asked, his voice rising. “How am I!? I didn’t get a lick of sleep last night due to my loud-mouthed good for nothing teenaged neighbor hosting a throw down last night! Arrgh!”

River frowned. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Fredrickson”, he told the old man sincerely. “Really I am.”

Mr. Fredrickson sighed, his expression softening.

He knew River had no control over what his friends did, and yet, Mr. Fredrickson asked himself why such a good, honest, trustworthy boy like River Phoenix hung out with a group of troublemakers like that.

Mr. Fredrickson gave River a kind smile after a moment’s pause.

“River”, he said. “You’re such a good boy. Why do you choose to hang out with these hooligans?”

River turned his head around to look at his friends, Bill still spinning on the cealing fan.

With a sigh, River looked back at the elderly man.

“With all due respect, Mr. Fredrickson”, River replied, “Even though it doesn’t look like it, my friends are actually good people.”

Mr. Fredrickson slowly nodded his head, his lips formed in a thin line as he watched what happened next.

As if on cue, Bill was wiggling loose from the dentures’ hold, causing him to fly backwards and slam into a nearby wall, falling into a large pile of garbage, the dentures still perfectly in place on the ceiling fan.

In Mr. Fredrickson’s opinion, that moment alone made all he had went through the previous night worth it.

The old man was laughing his butt off as Bill’s friends ran over to see if he was okay.

“Bill!” Ted cried as he and Emily started throwing paper cups and plates aside. “Are you ok, dude?!

Bill slowly opened his eyes halfway, seeing Emily and Ted spinning in front of him.

A moment later, the blonde gave his friends a goofy smirk as he slowly tried to stand up.

“Granddad”, Bill said groggily, his legs feeling like Jell-O and his whole upper body sore. “You ran another stop sign.”

That was all the teenager said before falling backwards head-first into the pile of trash, Mr. Fredrickson laughing so hard he thought he was going to wet himself.

River ran into the bathroom to get a cold washcloth as Emily got down on her knees in front of the trash pile.

She didn’t care if pieces of broken glass were scrapping her legs and knees to pieces as she dug through the trash pile, finding Bill moments later unconscious.

She carefully took her boyfriend in her arms, cradling his head as she eased the cold washcloth River had just given her on Bill’s forehead.

Ted scowled as he looked at the old man outside Bill’s window.

“Whooo-boy!” Mr. Fredrickson cried happily. “Boy, this right here makes all the hell I went through last night worth it, I tell ya hwat!”

Ted turned off the switch and put the chair back under the fan.

Carefully, and still scowling, the long-haired, chocolate eyed, teen grabbed Mr. Fredrickson’s teeth from the ceiling fan before walking over to the open window.

“Aw take your teeth and shove ‘em up your ass!” Ted cried angrily before throwing the old man’s teeth out the window as hard as he could.

“Hey, you little punk be careful with-“

Mr. Fredrickson didn’t get a chance to get another word out before Ted slammed the window shut; his way of telling the old man to fuck off.

Emily let out the breath she was holding when Bill started groaning lightly before slowly opening his eyes.

“Oh, thank God!” Emily cried with relief as she kissed her boyfriend’s face. “Are you alright, baby?”

A smile slowly crept its way onto Bill’s face as the memory of what just happened came back to mind.

“That…was…excellent!” Bill cried as if he didn’t hear Emily’s concern about him.

Bill made eye contact with Ted and they did their signature guitar move, Emily and River looking at each other and smiling, rolling their eyes.

“He’s fine”, the siblings said in unison before laughing.

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[breadthecat]

The Power Of Oreos

Some backstory for Teen Punk! Lily and her middle school years. I may of not ever mentioned this to Randomguygoesviral, oops-

Warnings: hospital setting, like one curse word.

Lily darted down the tiled floors, socks slipping against the smooth surface. The hospital halls were dark, letting Lily sneak through, invisible to the unsuspecting eye. She knew the guards routes, she memorized their paths within the first week. She pinned down her route to get from the kitchen and to his room, how long she could stick around before she needed to take off again. 

She skidded to a halt outside the door, clutching her treasure close. The miracle it was working, she swore she made more progress with him than any of the doctors did. She also had another gift, a scrunchie around her wrist. She wasn't quite sure how he would react to it. It would help with his neck scratching habit, but it's not new. It's not "clean" to his standard. But it was worth a shot, they had gotten this far already anyways. 

Slowly, she pushed open the door with her back. Seeing him sit up, she sighed and let the door slightly click shut. She wouldn't have blamed him if he was asleep, she wasn't allowed out and about like this during daylight hours. 

"I have more Oreos" Lily grinned, leaning against his bed and shoving the Oreos toward him.

"When do you not? Honestly, how do you even get these? The nurses say they don't buy Oreos"

"Shhh, a magician never tells her secrets" 

"Clearly, the facility is starting to think they're haunted because of you!" He whispered. Lily covered her mouth, a snicker escaping her.

"Shit- really?" Another giggle "dude, i'm like a cryptid!" Lily slowly peeled open the oreos, watching him quickly snag two, despite it not being a new pack. She grinned her herself, knowing how much progress they made since the start of it all. 

The pair chatted for a bit. He still didn't know who she was, lily planned to keep it that way.

"Hey Ozzy?"

"M?" Ozzy managed with a mouthful of Oreos. Lily pulled off the scrunchie off her wrist, similar to the one she wore. The one she was forced to wear, attempting to keep her from her nervous habit. 

"Turn around" Lily made a spin gesture. Ozzy gave her a confused look but didn't protest. Lily pulled herself onto the bed, pulling his hair back as much as she could without it possibly being uncomfortable for him. This was already a huge risk, she wanted to make it as easy for him as possible. She put his up in a low ponytail. 

"There" she stated proudly. He touched it gently, frowning a bit.

"Why…?" Hesitation laced his voice. She prayed this idea wasn't too far for his extreme germophobia. 

"Well, um-... Its to help you from scratching at your neck. You can pull at the scrunchie instead" she flashed him a smile

"Oh- oh thank you,,, um" he paused for her name, only for Lily to smirk and shake her head. He narrowed his eyes and sighed. 

"Well, I should get going" she glanced up at the clock. Ozzy nodded, quickly grabbing a few more Oreos before Lily could close up the box.

"If you make a mess and get caught, im not coming back" lily teased.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" Izzy stuck out his tongue in response as she slipped out of the room.

[azaraspirit]

Kidnapped P1

this is a submission for @starksparker ‘s writing challenge!!!! i chose mob! tom cause its one of my fave aus. i loved this so much i decided to make a part two! i hope you like it as much as i do!!!

@keepingupwiththeparkers @mcuspidey @petersboyfriendsonofthor @spiderboytotherescue @spideypeach

word count: 2012

warnings: kidnapping, mild violence, language, character death, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort.

*

A familiar voice woke you up from your gaze, your eyes fluttering open. You groaned, feeling the drug that was poisoning your veins. This wasn’t the first time. Being a girlfriend to the top mobster of Queens you tend to have a knack for being a target for every other mobster in town. You knew someone knocked you out. You just didn’t know who. Not till now anyways.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake.” the familiar voice cooed with venom. “And I didn’t even get to kiss her. What a shame.”

Your vision was hazy as you tried to blink into focus. The room was dark, a single light hanging from the ceiling. It smelled moldy and musty like a basement or an old building. You swore you were hearing Harrison. But the tone of his voice...it couldn’t be him.

“...Haz?”

“Yup. It’s me, sweetheart.”

“W-what…” You could barely form words, the drug still in effect.

“You really think I forgot about what you did to me?”

You tried to speak but it was hard.

“You date me once then good old Tommy comes along and you forget about me?”

“What…”

Slowly the memory formed in your brain. You met Harrison first and went on a coffee date with him. It went great but then the following week you met Tom and he became your new crush. But you had no idea Harrison was so bitter about it. That was two years ago. You were still friends and supported you and Tom or so you thought...

You tried to speak but Haz cut you off. “Don’t even bother to apologize!” he spat, his saliva splattering your face. “I was crazy about you and you stab me in the back to date my best friend instead?”

The drug seemed to be wearing off. You could move your jaw and not feel as drained. You tugged wrists against the ropes. You held your head up to look at Haz, your vision coming into focus. “Haz…it wasn’t on purpose. It just happened.”

He scoffed. “Don’t give me that bullshit!”

“You kidnapped me. For revenge, didn’t you?” you asked.

Haz smirked, chuckling. “Been planning it awhile.”

“Why?”

“So Tom knows what it feels like to lose something he loves.” Haz pulled out a blade from his back, your eyes widening. Haz was specialized in blades and knife throwing which is why Tom had him on his side. But mostly because they were friends. Or so you thought.

You shrugged, your arms just slightly moving since your wrists were tied together. “So what? These last two years were a lie?”

“Good huh? I should be an actor. Can’t tell you how many times I thought of killing both of you.” Harrison’s voice was laced with malice. He wasn’t the same boy you knew two years ago.

“Haz...this is crazy.”

“No!” he shouted, suddenly rushing up on you, his hands gripping the wooden chair he had you in. “What’s crazy is having your girl stolen by his best friend!”

“But you did the same thing by kidnapping me.” you pointed out.

“To prove a point.”

You sighed. Haz was crazy. There was no sense in reasoning with a crazy person. You were done playing nice. “You’re a crazy ass bitch.” You spat in his face.

Haz slapped you across the face, hard. You experienced it before with previous kidnappings but this one stung the worst considering he was someone you knew. Someone who was your friend.

“You bitch.” he cursed.

“I’m glad I chose Tom. At least he doesn’t kidnap me and tie me to chairs.” Unless it’s with consent. You thought silently, almost chuckling. That was a fun night.

“What’s so funny?” he demanded.

“Just thinking of how pissed Tom will be when he gets here. He’s the king for a reason.”

“Please. He’s a punk ass bitch. He won’t kill me.”

“Think again.” You both look back to see Tom standing there, a gun in hand. “Don’t make me shoot you, Haz. You know I will. Just let her go.”

“Please. That’s not gonna happen.”

“Haz.” Tom’s voice was stern and serious. You knew only two of you were getting out of this alive.

“And you know I won’t miss.” Haz said, his knife raised.

“This bullet will reach you before that knife does.”

“Who said I was gonna stab you?”

Tom froze, his eyes widened. He never thought he would hurt you.

“Yeah. You didn’t think that did you? I’ve been planning this for months now, Tom. I’m three steps ahead of you.”

“You don’t want to hurt her.” Tom said.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Haz countered, stepping closer.

Tom took another step, cocking his gun. “Don’t.”

You felt utterly helpless as you sat tied to the chair. You wanted to help, to distract Haz, but you both knew how good he was with a knife. An idea clicked in your head, your eyes flickering up to the light above you. “Too bad you can’t see in the dark.” you commented.

Tom instantly understood your comment and he raised his gun to shoot the light. It popped and glass shattered down on you, your eyes shut. You were too stunned to move as you heard both men grunting in a struggle. Tom’s gun went off. Your heart raced. “Tommy? Tommy?”

You heard a familiar huff, and scraping of the ground. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.” You sighed in relief, hearing Tom’s voice but it sounded off. He grunted as he carried you out of the room. He led you into a hallway; you were in an old factory. Your eyes closed as the sun shone down on you.

Tom sat you down and untied you, picking at the pieces of glass from your hair and shoulders. The second your hands were free, you framed his face. “You okay?”

“Haz stabbed me in the shoulder but I’ll live. Him? Not so much.” He leaned into your touch, sighing.

“Can’t believe he did this...I thought he was a friend…”

“I can’t believe it either. If it wasn’t dark...if I saw his face...I probably wouldn’t have been able to shoot him.”

He looked up at you with watery eyes. He was knelt in front of you, you still in the chair. Your lips quivered. “You had to, Tom. It was self defense.”

“I know…” He gripped your hand, closing his eyes, a tear trickling down his cheek. He could never show emotion, show weakness when he was working. If the world knew how truly caring and fragile he was, his throne would be swept from beneath him. It would be deadly.

You gently stroked his face, pecking him lightly on the lips. “Let’s get you home, Tommy. I need to treat that wound.”

*

The ride home was quiet. You entered the mansion, helping Tom. This wasn’t the first time he’s been injured. You could remove a bullet or patch a wound and stitch him up in your sleep. If you went to the hospital, then word would get out that he was weak and all hell would break loose.

Tom winced as he removed his clothes. You had to admit you were turned on a bit watching him undress even if he was in pain. Get your head out of the gutter, woman. This was no time to have an orgasm.

You inspected the wound, pushing your honey thoughts aside. “Well he didn’t hit anything important, that’s good.”

“Thanks to you. That was a genius with the light.” He chuckled.

You smirked. “Thanks.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” His tone turned serious, his hand resting on yours, giving it a light squeeze. Your eyes met his, and you frowned.

“Then why do I feel so guilty? He was right. I left him for you.”

“C’mere.” He put your tools down to pull you close to him. He was sitting on a table, pulling you between his legs. “It wasn’t. Your. Fault.” He paused. “Haz is just crazy. He’s obsessive.”

You caressed his neck, pressing your foreheads together, sighing. “Still I chose you instead of him.”

“Yeah because we’re right for each other. You’re my girl.” He tucked his finger under your chin, showing you his little smirk.

“I still can’t believe he did that…” you frowned.

“I know…” Tom sighed. “But...I’d be damned if I let him hurt you. More than he already has.” He stroked his thumb along your cheek, a bruise forming where he slapped you. “Does it hurt?”

“Like a bitch. But mostly because it was from him…”

“Put some ice on it. It’ll heal.”

“I think your stab wound is more important than my bruise.” you chuckled.

“Right.”

If it weren’t for your idea with the light, Tom would have been dead and both of you knew that. Haz stabbed him in the shoulder but it wasn’t very deep, thank god. It was a rather easy wound to fix. A storm was starting outside. Lightning lit up the room through the four large windows that stood as tall as the room.

“You okay?” you asked.

���The wound or what happened back there?” he asked.

“Both.”

He held your hands, stroking them with his thumbs. “I feel like crap. He was my best friend...crazy...but he was my friend…” You wrapped your arms around him as he cried into your chest, your fingers playing with his hair.

Tom was a tough son of a bitch, but you knew the relationship he had with Haz meant the world to him. Being a king mobster meant a lot of things but he was still human.

“You’re bleeding.” Tom said, noticing some glass scratched you in a few places. “Let me take care of that.” He already started to remove the glass before you protested. You winced as he plucked a shard from your brow over your left eye. He used a damp to gently wash away the blood. You sighed, feeling loved and cared for. Tom finished up your scratches, putting a small band aid on most of them. He squeezed your thigh. “There. Good as new.”

Your eyes met and shared a smile.

“It’s okay, baby. Shhh.” you cooed, kissing his forehead. “Let’s get to bed.”

You let Tom put his weight on you as you led him to the bedroom. You helped get him comfortable, the storm still echoing outside. Tom faced you, his eyes red and glassy. Your noses almost touched. You kissed his lips gently, his hand on your cheek.

“I want to give him a funeral.” he spoke, his voice strained.

“That would be lovely.” Your voice was gentle.

“I owe him that much.” Tom sniffed and kissed your palm.

You scooted closer to him, Tom fully embracing your affection. “We can plan that tomorrow. For now, just sleep.” You kissed his temple again. His breathing evened out and the tears stopped. You played with his curls repeatedly, something he loved. You giggled, hearing his snores. He was a king mobster who has done some crazy things but snoring was something he swore he didn’t do. You let it slide so it wouldn’t hurt his tough persona because what mobster snores? It was your little secret. Not even Haz knew.

You thought of what Tom has said, about him being crazy and it all came together. You were certain Haz had some unhealthy obsession with you and knives and sharp objects in general. Not a good combination. You swore you felt like you were being watched sometimes and now that feeling was gone. Was that Haz? Was that feeling because of Haz as he stalked you? Planning your kidnapping and murder of Tom?

You shuddered, shaking your head. He was dead. There was nothing he could do now to hurt you or Tom. “We’re safe now, Tommy.” you whispered, kissing his nose. You let your breathing match his, his heartbeat acting as a lullaby that lulled you to sleep. For the first time in a long time, the both of you can truly get some sleep.

[silly-drink-blog]

Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

Warnings : Talks about crime (a rape but it never happens its just mentionned don’t worry) maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

Lets go to the first chapter (i hope i will have some support though).

“turn left just here”

I was pointing him the street where my appartement was so he could turn at the right moment. After a 20 minutes drive, he stopped the car in front of  the building. Before going out of the car, he handle me the keys without really looking at me. I pick it from his warm hands and put it into my pocket. He leaves the car first and i follow him. As if he invited in his house but that wasn’t the case at all since this guy randomly took place in my car without asking .

As i followed him to the entrance i took a minute to ask myself how to get rid of him. Because in fact, i just helped him escape from some crazy people in the street but it didn’t meant he could also invite himself at my place. Moreover, i didn’t even know what he was being chased for. Maybe he was some violent punk, maybe he beated someone and those people wanted a revenge. I don’t  know. I need to stop him now or he will become a burden. And i don’t need that.

Before he enters the hall, i call him by behind. “hey! what are you doing right now ?” he stops and look back at me, with questionning eyes “ i didn’t say i would help you”. I walk to him slowly and i can see he is trying to avoid my eyes but i am trying to convince him, and it all start by looking straight at him. I reach him sooner than i thought and i can feel his tired breath. 

In a sight, he makes a step to me “you are a lawyer right ? I am asking you to help me.” Annoyance is starting to grow inside me and before answering to him i fix my hair on my shoulders “what should i help you i don’t even know you” i avoid his look “plus, you don’t look like a reliable person”.

“What kind of lawyer are you i thought you would be nice but i was wrong. Lawyers those days don’t want to help if they are not forced to. I thought it was a job you guys do because you believe in justice like heroes. Looks like not.” He doubles me and his shoulder hits mine but i am too shooked by his words to react. He was right, i was rude to him. For a second he looked pityful. I fixed the hall door, wanted to enter the buildings, but i still heard his steps behind me, leaving with anger. What if he really was in trouble. Maybe it was a great hazard if he met me. I remembered how he had looked to my lawyer badge earlier and how his eyes lighten up when he realised i was a lawyer. I squeeze the handle of my bag, containing myself for doing something stupid i would regret. 

“What is up with you, what do you need from me ?”

My voice echoed. At first i regretted immediatly my words. Well not just at first. I also regretted it when he turned back to me with surprise. I keep squeezing my bag, hoping he won’t go back to me. I just wanted to save my honor by offering some sort of help. But deep inside me i just hoped he won’t turn back to me and still think i was an asshole for the rest of his life. Unhopefully, he didn’t. He run back at me, like a kid who was offered a piece of cake. His oversized hoodie floated around his body and his hood fell off his head, letting me finally see him clearly. He was probably my age. Which made me more confortable for some reasons. Knowing he wasn’t too older than me made me think i could defend myself if i needed to. Which is the dumbest reasoning ever.

“so, are you going to help me?"

He was almost smiling, eyes holding hope and looking straight at me. I bitted my lips before answering. “yes i will ty to help you”. He let his head fall back “thank god, i really thought you were a stupid lawyer”.

I should have punched him after that but i didn’t. Instead i gave him a fake smile, not wanting to hurt him. “first, don’t ever run into shops like you did earlier, and don’t steal others cars ! Seriously.” He grinned and answered “i didn’t stole it, you were ok with that” i rolled my eyes. Was he really this anaware ? “well, it’s not like you gave me choice” “sorry for that, you were the only escape i had”.

I nodded to myself and finally offered him to follow me. His steps were carefull behind me, copying each of my moves and trying not to bother me. Leaving the escalator, we reached my door and before opening it, i turned back at him. He was looking at the wall, he looked bored. I felt my heart shake for a second but my mind was clear so i punched his torso to wake him up. “Hey! wake up, don’t think you can fool me with your depressed look” i lied. He look ed down at me and let an ironic sight escape his mouth, making his lips pout. “don’t think you are my type, you are the exact opposite, i am just here cause you are usefull to me”.

So he can be an asshole too. Well, guess i am going to help him and get him to leave my appartement asap. Why was he cute when he needed me, but know that he is about to get what he wants he treat me like i am an old sock.

“don’t make me call the police because this is what you deserves after stealing my car”, he grinned and put his hands in his pocket “call them then”. He really was pissing me off. But i don’t wanted to loose this kind of fight and i rolled my eyes again “ i shouldn’t have offererd you my help. Lets  fix your problem quickly i don’t want you here too long or i might kill you”. I pushed my door in anger, leaving my bag on the floor, with my shoes. He put his shoes off too and entered the leaving room, making himself  confortable by sitting immediatly on the couch. 

“it’s cosy here. do you leave alone ?” He was scaning my appartment, which was quite small making the review fast. My place wasn’t original, except there was tons of plants and flowers everywhere, books and dvds on every free place. I used to live in the coutryside with my parents, so plants weren’t even an option to me when i had to leave in Seoul. 

“yes i am alone, do you want something to drink?” i asked, opening the fridge and choosing myself a Sprite.

“no thanks, just lets get to the facts since you don’t want me here any longer”

I laughed in exasperation “right, tell me then”. I opened the bottle, making a “pcht”. “first what’s your name?” I stayed at the bar of the kitchen, where i was able to see him clearly. I sat on a chair, legs crossed.

He leaned his head on the back of the couch, making his bang part on his forehead, giving him 5 years older than he was seconds ago. 

“I don’t know if i want to tell you this already. I will just tell you in what kind of trouble i am, and then, if you accept to be my lawyer, i will tell you my name” He tilted his head in my direction looking at me in despair.

“is that a satanic offer?” i joked while sipping my drink.

“just promise me that after knowing my name you won’t reject me or i will really steal your car”

I closed my eyes, lifting my brows up in frustration. “just go ahead and stop saying shit”

“well, it all started when-”

“make it short” i cut him

“for fuck sake just listen to me!  A girl is about to file a complaint about me because she wants me dead and she is going to tell the police i raped her which is fake”

“tell me it's wrong please or i will punch you out of my appartement”

“of course it is not please trust me” he eyed me with anger

“do you know who is she”

“yeah, she texted it to me”

“then spill it out”

“let’s say it is my ex”

After i heard this word my heart stopped. It was just a common war between exes. He was doing all this drama for this.

“well it’s simple, just call the police before she does, and explain everything. If what she is about to say isn’t true then tell them"

I started to ask myself what kind of guy he was. This is a difficult situation he was going through but the police is really helpful in this kind of case. He don’t need a laywer but just to call 119. 

“i assure you, all you need is to tell the police that this girl is harassing you if you want to get rid of her. Plus you have the texts has proof so go on”

I went back on my feet and pick a bag of doritos. i go next to him with Doritos in my mouth, i put the bag in front of him, he looked tired and hopeless. He wave the bag away and get up, facing me.

“you don’t understand”

“i do, your ex hates you, end of the story, what’s your name again ?” i pick another chips

“i haven’t told you my name yet”

“well go on, if you want i can make sure this girl won’t bother you and tell my collegues to watch it out”

He pauses, bitting his lower lips. His dark hair were pulled by both side of his forehead, i could smell his sweet and musky perfume. i kept on chewing the doritos, hiding the fact that the way he looked didn’t let me indifferent. He was  attractive.

I sat down on the couch, trying to ignore him. “what’s the problem with your name though”. He eyed me. 

“tell me, this could be our secret, you remind me of someone”

He watches me eating like a pig, turning on the television with hands full of rests of doritos. I can feel the pressure of his stare on me. But i try not to care. 

“What kind of girl are you”

“Not your kind as you said earlier”

He tilts his head without me noticing and run his tongue on his teeths. 

I stopped zapping the channels until i found a cultural show. He suddenly bend over me, trapping me between his arms. Both hands on the back of the couch One of his knee climb on the couch, making sure i won’t move.

“shhh, i am not your style remember. You can leav my appartement by the way”

It was obvious he was mad at me. Because he probably expected from me that i would solve his problem right away. But i didn’t. And it was making him crazy. I am sure he don’t want to go outside annd face the same people who chased him. But i didn’t care at all.

“please i can’t see through people, just leave” 

He didn’t move an inch. “ i remind you someone ugh?”

“yeah and what”

“I am Jeon Jungkook”

I stared at him. I squint, not sure if he is joking or not. I have heard that name before maybe on the tv or at the radio. 

“Are you maybe an idol or something ?”

“Do you know INTERNET?”

“hey don’t be rude to me, of course i do but-”

He cut me by throwing a pillow at me and leave me free. I throw the pillow on the ground in an epiphany.

“ARE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK FROM BTS”

“yeah i am oh my god you are a retarded human”

“Go to hell, i don’t care about idols and stuffs like that... Plus, you are not a god so calm down” I understand why he was running like a crazy, why he was hiding himself under a hood and why he won’t tell me his name at first. He took a look at his phone and sighed. he put it back in his pocket. giving me the opportunity to look at his figure for a second.

“like what you see”

“not that much, but i thought the Golden Kid would be a nice and cute person. You are more like a demon. What’s up ?

“Apparently she already told the police”

“it sucks being you”

“yeah...”

I started having pity for him. I was used to deal with celebrities. An Idol or not, nobody deserves to be left aside. I hate to admit it but i wanted to help him. Not because he was an Idol, but because he really was in trouble since his ex complainted already. It could ruin his life.

“that’s why companies ask their artists not to date.” 

“shut up, i am sure you will grow old and be a crazy cat woman” he groaned.

“the crazy cat woman offers you her help” i said, without looking at him because of my proud self.

He squeeze his cheeks in embarrassment. 

“just leave tomorrow, cause you are still a stranger to me and that’s quite embarrassing having you here”

He nodds and takes place by my side.

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome” i offer him doritos again

“what’s your name?” he picks ome chips out the bag

“i am Y/N”

“Y/N, you are such a pig”

“shut up”

I slap him on the shoulder as he chew happily, getting some more doritos.

here is it ! hope you guys will like it :) it is a bit longer than the preview but since i suck at english it take me forever to write “properly”

CC.

[kz-i-co]

One Reason (Pt. 3)

Summary: Hanbin tells you the truth and you try to help him but it could cause you danger.

Pairing: Kim Hanbin (B.I)/ Reader

Genre: Very angsty / smut

Words: 4.7k

Part 1 | Part 2 ╫ Part 4

m.list ╫ ikon masterlist

A/N: There will be more coming :) so dont be sad. Also some of you wanted this one to be smutty so I add a sprinkle of smut but not too much. There will be more smut in the future. P.S I didn’t know B.I’s parents names so I just made them up. :)

-

"(Y/N) I did something really bad."

You looked up at him. "What?"

"I stole something." You grew confused.

"What did you steal?"

The words kept replaying over and over in your head as you walked down the halls.

"I stole a lot of money."

"How much?" You asked.

"$5000 dollars." You looked at him shocked.

He told you he couldn't go to school for a few days. It was too dangerous. He told you he stole the money from his mothers boyfriend and it was possible he was looking for him. You told him that he could hide out in your bedroom, but he said he might go over Bobby's.

You walked over near Bobby and the rest of Hanbins friends. They all looked pretty worried for their friend. As you were near you over heard them talking and glancing over near the principals office.

"What the hell is Hanbin's mom doing here and she brought that low life." You glanced in the direction they were looking. You saw a women and scruffy man. "What a dick. You think that is his suit?"

You glanced over once again and saw the principal bring in Mrs. Kim and the man glanced over at your circle. His face went immediately to hatred and marched over.

"You." He pointed to Bobby. "You're friends with the little shit. Where is he?"

"I haven't heard from him in weeks." He lied being convincing.

"Bullshit."

"I swear."

"Listen hear punk." He grabbed Bobby's collar and pushed him into the lockers. "You tell him if I see him. I won't hesitate to put a bullet through his-"

"Jaesun." You glanced over to the voice with tears in your eyes as the women called him.

"Put that boy down, what business is this?" The principal said.

"I'll find him, and if I find out you're hiding him, I'll come back for you." He said before he walked back to the principal.

"Prick. How the fuck am I suppose to know where he is, he didn't stay at my house last night." Bobby straightened out his shirt.

"He stayed at my house last night." You said finally.

They all looked at you with mixed emotions. "(Y/N)." Bobby looked at you concerned. "You can't get involved in this. It's too dangerous."

"I'm not letting anything happen to him, especially from that asshole." You said.

Bobby smiled at you, passionately. "Nothing will happen to him. We'll make sure of it."

-

Hanbin walked through town during school hours to buy some food. He didn't want to take your food or Bobby's, he felt like he wanted to help himself. He was on his way to the local grocery store when a cop car pulled up and the siren went off grabbing his attention. He was planning to make a run for it until his father was the one to come out of the drivers side.

Hanbin sighed dramatically and looked at the ground. "Why aren't you in school?" His father was at his throat.

"You stopped caring about my life."

"Stop with the attitude, answer the question." He said stern.

"Or what? You're gonna arrest me dad." He looked at him straight in the eyes.

His father pinched his nose stressed from his son lack of discipline. "Please just tell me why you haven't been in school. 13 unexcused absences? It's the beginning of the school year."

He just looked down not answering.

"Why don't you live with your mother anymore?" Was his next question. "She says you haven't been home in weeks."

"I'm surprised she kept count." He smirked.

"This isn't funny. She is worried sick about you." His father said with concern.

"She's doesn't care about me."

"Of course she-"

"If she worried so much, she would of stopped her boyfriend from giving me this right here." He pointed to his faded bruise.

"What you want me to do?" His father asked stressed.

"Arrest him."

"Jaesun? I can't he has no record."

"Just as I thought." He started to walk away.

"Hanbin, come with me."

"No, just stay away from me, you'll be gone soon anyway." He walked off again.

His father watched in disappointment seeing his sons life falling apart. He got back into his car and picked up the phone dialing his ex wife. "Did you find him?"

"No I didn't."

-

You grew worried once again. It was already 9 and you heard nothing from Hanbin yet. You were terrified for him, especially after hearing that asshole threaten him. Its obvious he was searching for him precisely and you were putting yourself in danger for letting him hide in your room, but you didn't care.

"Are you okay?" Your mother asked opening your door to you pacing back and fourth.

"Yeah. I'm just stressed about my test tomorrow and I can't memorize the information." Your lying paid off.

"Just get some sleep. If you over study it will have worse results." She smiled.

"Buts it only 9 o'clock."

"So.....brilliant people go to bed early." She was about to shut the door.

"You made that up." You laughed.

"So what. Get some sleep." She finally closed the door.

You did feel tired but you were too anxious. You locked the door and turned out your light getting to bed like your mom said. Maybe you were worried for nothing. Maybe he was just sleeping over Bobby's. His phone was off, so you couldn't call him.

Once you started falling into a deep sleep. You felt the bed sunk next to you. You opened your eyes and turned your bedside lamp on.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He looked down at you sadly.

"You didn't. I was waiting for you."

"I think I should probably stay away from you for-"

"No."

"It's too dangerous." He grabbed your hand sweetly.

"I don't care. No one would expect me."

He looked down for a second. "What if something happens to you?"

"Hanbin, my dad is a retired military sergeant. I'm 100% safe."

"You're dad was in the military?" He looked at you timidly causing you to giggle.

"He was injured pretty badly, so he was forced to retire." You said.

"Maybe you're dad is the one I should be scared of." He let out a chuckle but things turned serious quickly once again.

"Hanbin, I think I.......love you and I don't want anything to happen to you." You confessed.

You continued again from seeing his face go pale. "I know it's so soon but I never stop thinking about you and it tears me apart when I don't hear from you or see you. I never stop worrying. And the thought of someone hurting you makes my heart-" You felt your eyes water and he grabbed your face to bring you in closer.

"Everything will be okay. Stop worrying." He looked at you stern but you still saw fear in his eyes.

"If you're ever in trouble, my dad....he can help."

"I don't want you involved. And me being here is already pulling you in."

"Please, you're safe here." You tried to persuade him. "I don't want you to leave."

He looked at sweetly and he stood up. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his sweater. "Listen Hanbin. My mom and dad are gone during the day. If you need to eat, shower, rest. Please let yourself okay?"

"I don't need you-"

"Promise me." Your voice was stern.

"Okay." He gave in and smiled.

He took off his jeans and crawled into bed with you with a nice warm t-shirt and boxers. He cuddled up next to you from behind giving you butterflies. "By the way (Y/N)." He started causing you to turn around facing him. "I love you to."

You couldn't stop smiling and he pulled you into a sweet gentle kiss. It was crazy that his boy made you feel every emotion possible from the moment you met him. You caressed your hands gently along his jaw line to pull him in more, deepening the kiss.

He moved his hand down towards your hip lifting your left leg to wrap around his waist as he towered over you. You felt his hand rubbing your thigh back and fourth sending chills throughout your body. You decided to let your hands wander down his well toned abs until they reached the hem of his shirt. He stopped kissing you for a second as your hands snaked up his shirt.

Once you felt like you were running out a breath, he quickly transitioned to your neck, leaving wet kisses all along your exposed skin. You decided to make the bold move to signal you wanted more by bringing your hand slowly into his boxers. He grabbed your hand once he felt your fingers explore and looked up at you.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"We shouldn't get too intense." He said trying to catch his breath.

"Why not?" You bit your lip.

"Your parents." He looked at you arching his eyebrows.

"They won't hear."

"I don't-" He started and you pulled him back in for a heated kiss. "It's fine."

You began by pulling down your bottoms as well as your underwear. You kept your heavy duty t-shirt on since you still felt a little shy. He moved his hands up your shirt being taken back you weren't wearing a bra. He gently massaged your left breast causing you to moan.

"Shhh." He said before kissing your neck once again.

"Sorry." You bit your lip frustrated.

You went back down feeling up his semi hardened member. He leaned up and stopped kissing you as you pulled him out and started rubbing up along his length. It was your first time doing something like this and you couldn't help but blush feeling now affected he was. You couldn't see what you were doing since you were covered by the blanket but it was working all the same. You could feel him get harder against your hand and his breathing picked up immensely. He decided to collapse besides you instead and he started kissing your shoulder as you continued your hand motions.

He grabbed your hand causing you to stop and he brought his member closer towards your clit. The thing was you were ready for the pain to start but instead he never entered. He just rubbed his member along through your folds causing the pleasure to hit anyway. You leaned your head back so he could kiss your lips again with no hesitation. Your fingers wandered down rubbing his length as he thrusted against you. You moaned against his lips feeling the ecstasy take over.

The feeling was like nothing you ever experienced. He pulled away as your breathing picked up. You stared into his eyes sweetly as he picked up his pace causing your stomach to turn. Before you knew it you felt your body twitch as you felt your orgasm kick through. You were extra sensitive as he continued his motions. You grabbed onto his length as he started slowing down his motions and you felt him release in your hand. He stopped and you rubbed your hand along his length feeling the sticky substance.

You leaned back seeing him defeated against your pillows. The funny thing was how much sexual tension there was without the actual sex part. "Why didn't you commit?" You asked turning to look at him. You wiped your hand on your sheets as they were a mess anyway.

He finally looked at you. "I want your first time to be special."

You smiled as he continued. "The first time is painful and if we did it why trying to stay quiet because your parents, would probably be torture for you and I don't want that." You leaned in kissing him passionately again. "I'm sorry, if I made a mess."

"Don't be sorry." You smiled as you cuddled against him. Before you know it you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

-

You woke up the next morning still in Hanbins arms. You got up removing the blanket as you got out. You noticed the dried up mess you both left last night and went ahead to take a shower as Hanbin slept.

You got ready for school like normal and waited outside as your parents got ready to go to work. "You want us to drive you to school?"

"No ill wait for the bus." You said as you waited on the side walk watching your parents drive away. Once the coast was clear you went back inside and called the school saying you were sick in your best impression of your mother.

You went back up to your room seeing Hanbin still asleep. You crawled back into bed with him and fell back asleep feeling his warm embrace.

You woke up again natural as you caught him stretching cutely. "Hey." He yawned. "Why aren't you in school?"

"I called in sick."

"Why would you do that?" His voice was still tired.

"Because I want to spend the day with you." You said nuzzling closer.

He smiled as he continued to hold you. You never felt happier and you could tell he felt the same way. "I've only missed like 2 days anyway. I'll be okay."

"Breakfast?" You smirked and got up. He followed and put his pants back on as you grabbed your sheets.

You threw them in the washing machine and quickly began making pancakes. Hanbin watched you in satisfaction.

"Did you want chocolate chips or blueberry's?" You asked turning around to a sweet smile.

"Chocolate chips will be great."

You turned back around mixing the batter when you felt arms wrapped around you from behind. He nuzzled into your neck causing you to laugh.

"I can't do this with you clinging onto me." You giggled.

"Sure you can." He started kissing your neck sweetly.

You out the bowl down and turned around as his arms were still around you tightly. You kissed him passionately and once you felt he was satisfied you pulled away and grabbed your bowl once again finally scooping out the batter into the skillet.

"I won't make any for you." You said playfully.

"I'm sorry." He pouted. You fell for his guilt and kissed him quickly and went back to baking.

....

"I wish we can stay like this forever." You said closing your eyes as you rested your head apon Hanbins arm. You both decide to walk around town and once you reach the park you laid down on the grass watching the different shapes of the clouds go by. It was relaxing and all the harsh obstacles of each one of your lives slowed down.

"It's too cold out here." He complained.

You giggled. "I meant just spending all day with you."

He leaned up towering over you. He didn't look happy and his face washed over with guilt as he was trying to figure out the right words to say.

"(Y/N) I love you and I'm glad you gave me a second chance." You can see the fear in his eyes.

You looked at him hurt. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just glad everything worked out." He leaned down kissing you passionately. You felt affected by his words but it scared you. He wasn't telling you something and you felt worried.

....

"You're parents are home." Hanbin said as you stopped by your house.

"I'll go in and you can sneak in through my window." You said kissing him.

"(Y/N)." He stopped you. "My dad is in town."

"Your dad?" You asked. He's never mentioned his father before.

"He's the reason I wasn't arrested. He's a cop."

You eyes bulged out. "Really? Why don't you go to him for help with Jaesun?"

"I tried. He doesn't believe me. He has a new family so he stopped caring for me and my mom." He voice started to get aggravated.

"I'm sure that's not tru-"

"It is. But I need to talk to him before he leaves. I'll see you later okay?" He pecked your lips before leaving you alone.

You went inside feeling more worried. You knew he would be okay but you couldn't help but feel concerned about him.

"Is that the guy you went out with your first week of school?" Your mother asked obviously looking out the window.

"Why do you keep spying on me?" You asked.

"So how long has he been spending the night with out our permission?" You mother looked at you folding her arms.

"What are you talking about?" You said trying not to panic.

"I'm not dumb sweetie." She held up his wallet. "How long?"

"Just a few nights here and there." You said taking the wallet.

"Is that it? I know you skipped school today and I know he hasn't been to school in a few weeks now."

"Mom it's not how it seems." You said.

"Then explain." She was angry.

"He has nowhere else to go. His mothers boyfriend hits him, so I let him stay here." You said with confidence.

"That's nice of you dear, but this is my roof and you need to ask us first." Her tone was settling.

"You would of said no." You whined.

"You're right. Because if he is getting assaulted then he needs to take that up with the police. You're lucky I haven't told your father."

"But mom-"

"No buts. You are grounded for 2 weeks and you have to leave your door open at all times."

"What?"

"My house my rules."

"I get no privacy?" You whined more.

"You had plenty a privacy with that boy. More then I want to know." She started to walk off.

"We didn't do anything." You followed her into the kitchen.

She made a noise that she didn't believe you. "I promise."

"Is that so?" You nodded. "Why did you wash your sheets?" Shit! You forgot to put them in the dryer.

"That's a coincidence, I swear. They were dirty. I wash my sheets once a week."

"I wash your sheets once a week." She corrected.

"Mom please. He's a gentleman I swear, we never done it." You begged.

You both alerted to the front door opening. "Shh. I'm letting you off the hook this one time." Your mother whispered.

She still didn't believe you but your father knowing would be all hell breaking loose. You're his little girl and he wanted it to stay that way.

"I bought home dinner." He said with a smile. "What?"

"Nothing dad." You hugged him.

....

Once dinner was over you wanted to run upstairs as fast as you could but your mother stopped you. You were forced to watch a movie with your parents like the old days and you never been more bored in your life.

You felt your pocket vibrate in your pocket and you picked it up seeing it was a missed call from Bobby. Your heart began to race since he never called you. It rang again and your mother looked at you. "Put it away."

"I have to take this mom." You picked it up anyway.

"Hello? (Y/N)?" His voice sounded petrified.

"What's wrong?" Your parents stopped the movie annoyed.

"Hanbins in the hospital."

Your lips began to tremble and your face flushed as the tears began to fall. Your parents go up immediately going to your side seeing the light drain from your face.

"What happen?"

"He went home." Was all the words he said causing your stomach to drop. Jaesun did something to him and you feared the worse. "I'm waiting outside, until the doctors tell me if he's okay."

"Okay. I'll be right there." You hung up. You quickly grabbed your jacket and put your shoes on.

"Wait a minute (Y/N) what's wrong?" Your mother stopped you.

"Hanbins in the hospital." Your mother looked at you sadly as your father looked confused.

"Whose Hanbin?"

"Her boyfriend." Your mother answered.

"You have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"Nows not the time dad." You rushed.

"Come on." Your mother grabbed her things as well as well as your father.

....

They drove you to the hospital and you basically sprinted inside. You saw Bobby in the waiting room tapping his feet impatiently. "Bobby?" You ran to him and your parents were out of breath trying to keep up. "Anything yet?"

"No. There's his dad talking to Hanbins mom." You glanced over and saw a police officer talking to the lady you remember seeing at school that day.

"How can this happen?" His father said. "I'm taking him with me."

"What?" His mother said. She had a bruised eye.

"He needs to live with me for a little while." He said brushing his fingers through his hair.

"You can't do that." She whined.

"He hasn't been living with you anyway. His behavior is out of line and all he does is get into trouble." He said. "I'm not letting him throw his senior year down the drain. He needs to go to college."

"He will, here." She cried.

"End of discussion."

"What do you think they are arguing about?" You asked.

"Not sure, but can't be good." Bobby answered.

"Do you know what happened to Jaesun?" You asked.

"They took him to the station, but I don't know much." He shrugged.

"I need to talk to his dad." You got up and walked over interrupting their conversation. "Hello? Sir."

He looked at you. "I'm Hanbin's girlfriend." His mother looked at you as well. Her shoulders relaxed and she grabbed your hand sweetly. "Is he okay?" You asked softly.

"He will be." His father answered.

"Is he happy? When he's with you?" She asked.

"I hope so." You smiled gently.

"Mr and Mrs. Kim. You can see him now." The doctor spoke.

"Come on dear. I'm sure he'll want to see you." His mother never let go of your hand.

You walked with them and Bobby as well. Your parents waited outside respectfully. Once you entered more tears began to fall. He looked broken. His face was all cut up and bruised. He was hooked up to some machine to give him more air as he slept.

"My poor baby." His mother sat at the bed.

"Once he's awake Sunhee, we need to discuss about his living situation." His father said.

You looked at Bobby confused and concerned wanting to know what he means.

"Why don't you kids come back tomorrow when he's awake. It's late and you both have school tomorrow." The cop said.

You nodded and Bobby laid his hand comfortably on your back as you both left. As soon as you went back to the waiting room, you saw the rest of Hanbins friends looking distraught.

"Bobby." Yunhyeong sat up first and the rest followed. "How is he?"

"He's okay. He's sleeping though."

"I hope that asshole rots in jail." Yunhyeong showed his frustration as everyone else.

"How are you (Y/N)?" He turned to you and asked.

"I was with him only a few hours ago and I knew something was wrong. I just wish I could of been there with him." You said.

"He cares about you a lot and didn't want you involved. He was never one to ask for help....he's pretty stubborn that way." He slightly chuckled to lighten the mood. "But I'm glad he met you."

"Thank you Song." You smiled sadly and went back to your parents.

"How is he?" Your mother asked.

"He's fine but he doesn't look good." Your voice cracked. Your parents stood up and hugged you.

"Just be there for him dear, he'll recover soon."

-

After school you went up stairs and even though you were ground you left the house to make your way to the hospital. Your parents weren't home so you figured you shouldn't get into trouble any way.

....

On your way to Hanbins room, the door was open and you heard talking from inside. You didn't want to intrude, so you just waited outside, even though you can hear their conversation.

"I don't want to." You heard Hanbins voice and it sounded hoarse.

"That's not up to you. You wanted my help this is all I can do." You heard the cop.

"You're gonna leave me all alone." You heard his mother crying.

"I don't know what you want from me. Get a job. He can't live under these conditions with you."

"I'll get a job. I'll do anything, please don't take him to."

"I'm sorry Sunhee. He needs to get well. I'm only an hour away. You can visit." His voice was harsh.

"Dad. I can't leave."

"Hanbin, it's already decided. Your mother is unfit to take care of you." His voice sounded stressed. "We're leaving Friday so it's best to enjoy the time you have with your friends and your girlfriend before we leave."

You heard them getting ready to leave and you quickly turned around pretending to talk to some random person. Once they walked past you and you slowly entered his room. You saw him laying with a pillow over his face being stressed out.

"Hanbin?" He pulled the pillow away and looked at you sadly. You felt your eyes water once again and you covered your face hiding.

"Please don't do that." He sat up reaching for your hand. "I'm okay."

"Please stop." You sat on his bed and he pulled your hand away from your face. He wiped your tears and you looked at him with sorrow.

"Why did you go back." Your voice was broken.

"I had to risk it. I'm sorry." He spoke. "Something had to be done with him. My mom is too important to me."

"But look what he did-"

"(Y/N) I'm fine." He cut you off. "(Y/N) I have to tell you something."

"Your father is forcing you to live with him." You spoke for him and he looked at you blankly. "I over heard a minute ago."

"I don't want to go but my moms getting evicted and Jaesun's money was handed over to the police."

"Where is she gonna live?" You asked.

"My dad found her a small apartment and he gave her at least 3 months rent to get her started but she has to find a job."

You just nodded. "I think it will be good for you." You spoke softly. "Being warm and welcomed in a nice home."

"I don't think I will be welcomed. I know my dads new family probably doesn't like me."

"Have you met them?" You asked.

"No. But I've heard stories.....from my mom." He looked down. "They're snobby."

"They haven't gotten to know you yet. You're good at second impressions." Your words caused him to smile.

"Thank you, but I'll be far from you."

You grabbed his hand. "I'll visit you every weekend." Your tears began again.

"Maybe if my mom becomes stable. My dad will let me move back."

"I'll check on your mom for you and let you know." You smiled painfully.

"Thank you." You leaned forward and kissed him gently.

-

The next few days were painful but you spent everyday at the hospital after school. His friends made appearances as well, lifting the mood.

"Hanbin, we need to get going." His father said. Hanbin grabbed his cane and got up slowly, letting you help him. "I'm sorry." He looked at you.

You wrapped your arms around him gently to not cause him pain. Once you pulled apart he kissed you passionately. "I love you."

"I love you to." He wiped your tears once again.

"I'll be back sooner then you think." He smiled and said his goodbyes.

"Don't get into trouble."

"I won't." You watched him get into the police car and watch him drive away.

"Knowing Hanbin. He'll back soon." Bobby hugged you.

It broke your heart watching him get farther and farther away. But he needed this change. You can only beg your parents so many times if he could move in before they started getting annoyed. Your mother told you, you can borrow the car to visit. Nothing was gonna split you apart. Nothing.