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fairyofshampgyu · 1 year ago

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Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, dry humping, top! gyu, nipple play

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 2.5k

You’d gotten a lot closer to taehyun and kai recently, coming over to hangout with them and beomgyu, playing board games and card games drunkenly for hours on end. They were extremely funny and you really gelled with Kai and taehyun, enjoying your new found friends thanks to beomgyu.

The christmas concert was only nearing as well, but you and beomgyu were certain it was going to go more than smoothly, having sorted pretty much everything for it and rehearsals sounding perfect with the ensemble now that everyone was confident on their parts. You were actually really excited for it.

You’ve also still been helping beomgyu film his streams and managing his channel, but you also showing up on his streams seemingly only a one time thing. You hadn’t really spoken about it since you fucked him, thinking it would be a little awkward. It was only a spur of the moment thing, right? But you do know that it had gained masses amounts of views and money since it was the first time anyone else had ever been with him and they all loved seeing him actually get fucked when it had just been him for the longest time. You’d see comments every now and then asking what happened to the other unknown person and that they really wanted to see them both again on a stream together.

“Y/n!! You’re playing against me! Come on!” Beomgyu calls out to you, grabbing the controller and tossing the other to you. You were currently at Kai’s place hanging out for the nth time this week, game chosen first for you all to play, the classic Tekken.

You roll your eyes but take a seat next to him, selecting your preferred character, beomgyu choosing Lee as you pick the map. You both narrow your eyes intensely and side eye each other as the words ‘GET READY FOR THE NEXT BATTLE!” played across the screen and your characters said their little cringey intro lines at each other, huening kai and taehyun whispering and placing bets, giggling behind you both like little schoolgirls as they excitedly watched.

“You’re going to get absolutely obliterated, y/n.” Beomgyu turns to you, cocky grin slowly etching onto his face as he dramatically gestures with his hand about slicing your neck.

“Shiver me timbers. You’re so scary.”

And so the trash talking ensues as you both intensely play the first round, landing hits and dodging attacks until beomgyu evilly and suspiciously laughs and then uses some weird combo and your character is dead. He laughs even more at your shocked face.

“Whatever. It’s only the first round, beomgyu.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.

And you start the second round, beomgyu somehow cornering you and repeatedly hitting blows to your character. “Looks like I’m about to win again, y/n.” Beomgyu smirks, very content and smug. But you somehow get out of it and corner his character instead, repeatedly kicking and punching until the words ‘K.O!’ appears for him.

“HA! Take that, you little bitch!” You turn to laugh now and mock him and kai and taehyun do the same to beomgyu, finding it hilarious.

Beomgyu huffs and sticks his tongue out. “You just got lucky.”

The final rounds seems like it last forever, both of you smashing the buttons at record speeds, tension in the air palpable, visibly sweating and Kai hiding behind taehyun in fear and anxiousness when it’s too tense, both of them letting out commentries and dramatic gasps.

You and beomgyu are on your last legs, either of you could die any second, both of you on the same level of health.

“Ahh! I can’t watch! I can’t watch!” Huening kai puts his hands up to cover the screen and taehyun does the same, screeching, not looking but looking.

You don’t know which one of you dies until the game yells ‘K.O!!!!’ and it’s your character.

Beomgyu dramatically jumps up from the sofa, hysterically screaming and laughing and running around the room that he won, doing a silly little dance and coming up close to you to teasingly pull faces.

He’s so annoying. You don’t know why you find yourself smiling a little instead at his antics though.

“Okay so which one of you bet on me winning!” Beomgyu points to taehyun and huening kai. “Ah really, I’m just too good. I bet both of you did.” Beomgyu flicks his hair.

“Um no one did…We didn’t think you’d win at all.”

Beomgyu gasps and clutches his chest, “I cannot believe this is how I get treated every day. No one has any faith in me!” Beomgyu dabs at fake tears. “I’m just a kind soul and I get bullied everyday by EVIL people.”

“I demand a rematch!” You shout, still not wanting to accept beomgyu won.

“No it’s our turn now! I’m not sitting through that again!” Taehyun says, him and kai taking the two controllers.

You sit close to beomgyu so you could both share the small blanket together, cozying up a bit too much, shoulders and legs touching but you liked it. It was nice and warm. It was only because the blanket wasn’t big enough anyway. You’ve found beomgyu being a lot more clingier lately though. You see huening Kai and taehyun exchange a knowing look. You wonder what that was about.

You were on a bench outside with Chaewon, hot drinks in both your shivering hands as you talked in between your lectures, chaewon waiting for her next one which would start in a few minutes.

You spot beomgyu with yeonjun and a group of people gushing and giggling around him again, watching as he smiled and talked animatedly.

“Y/n, remember he’s a fuckboy don’t fall for him.” Chaewon catches you staring, grinning.

“I’m not!”

“Really? Because it looks like you’re giving him ooga booga heart eyes.”

“What the f…I am not! A-and he’s different-“

“Oh no. You’re not turning into those weird, delusional ‘I can change him’ people are you? Please stop oh my god or I fear we can’t be friends for longer.”

“But he is different!”

“You’re way past the help stage, dear lord. You are delusional.”

You sigh, defeated and unable to try and make yourself not sound weird. It’s little times like these that you’d love to tell your friend chaewon what’s actually happening and that beomgyu is actually Angel but you can’t. You swore to beomgyu you wouldn’t tell anyone he’s a camboy.

“Anyway I gotta go now so see ya.” Chaewon says and you both get up, saying your goodbyes that actually turn into another long conversation and both of you eventually leaving to walk in opposite directions.

As you walk back to your place though, you feel a snowball hurled at your shoulder. You turn around, ready to scold whatever silly teenage boy thought it was funny to do that only to see beomgyu in return, badly hiding behind a tree and laughing and giggling uncontrollably. That’s it.

You chase after him as he shrieks, picking up snow from the grounds to mould into a ball and throwing it at him as he ducks behind trees, cold air shivering your skin but you felt some kind of warmth in your body when you saw beomgyu bounding ahead, his hair bouncing as he laughed, feet sinking into the snow as he tried to run but it was very slow since there was so much of the snow. Goddamn it. Why was he so annoying and endearing.

You both fire snowballs at each other until you make a particularly solid and heavy one, threatening to throw it at him as you grin.

“Y/n, that’s literally just a block of ice. Please. I’m too young and handsome to die!” Beomgyu puts his hands in surrender and fear.

But you throw it at him anyway, he makes a dramatic pained groan before taking his revenge and piling up an absolutely massive and densely packed one, maliciously smiling at you as he chases after you.

He hits at your back and you’re pretty sure it would actually leave some kind of mark, Jesus but see it as a great opportunity, fake collapsing to the ground, pretending to be hurt.

“HA HA—oh shit, y/n? Did you die?” Beomgyu runs to your lying self, feeling guilty and concerned. “Are you okay? I didn’t think it would be that hard I’m so sorry.” He searches your eyes anxiously and helps you up, holding your body close.

Then you let out a short chuckle until you can’t stifle it anymore and laugh manically, holding onto your stomach. Beomgyu blinks at you once, twice until he rolls his eyes when he realises and playfully shoves you back to the ground. “Got me worried over you for nothing, you evil shit!”

“You gotta admit it was funny.”

“Fuck you.” He shakes his head at you, mouth slowly curling into a grin.

As you both took turns showering at your place, ridding yourself of your cold and damp clothes, beomgyu sat on your bed with a serious gaze.

“Y/n. Let’s talk.”

“What about?”

“I know it might be too much to ask and you can say no but ever since we…fucked on that one stream we got a load of money and new viewers. It really blew up and they really want to see us both again, you probably noticed.” Beomgyu pauses, trying to articulate his words. “And…and I think we should do it again. Just doing solo can get boring after a while, there’s less you can play around with than with someone else and I think it’s a strong new direction to take on the channel. We’ll both be getting a lot more money. But you can definitely say no though! I totally get why you wouldn’t want to.” Beomgyu quickly adds, flying his hands in the air.

You know you had thought about it before but you’re not sure if you did actually want to be full on working with beomgyu like that, for everyone to see and open for people to say whatever they want. You know you’ve definitely seen some viewers say not very kind things to beomgyu sometimes and you would just report and filter them out. It could be a lot and also risky trying to hide personal information about yourself. But then again, you’d be making a lot of money and when you did do it, that one time, you have to admit you really liked it. You’d literally be fucking Angel, guy of your (wet) dreams for literal years and getting money for it.

“Okay. We can try it out and see.” Reluctantly, you nod your head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. we can try and see how we feel about it. We could film it now, it’s a been while since a stream.”

So you both set the camera up, pressing the button to go live, already hundreds and hundreds of viewers swarming in and blowing up the comment section at the sight of you again, all of them excited and already tipping you both.

You straddle his lap and kiss him, trailing hot kisses down his neck as he softly moans at the contact of his crotch with you and starts humping up and rubbing up against you none stop, weakly holding onto your hips and whimpering into your mouth as you both continued to grind, rolling your hips on his and his dick only hardening in his pants as you both rutted against each other.

“Fuck me, baby.” You lay down on the bed and beomgyu stares at you dumbfounded between your legs.

“B-but I’ve never-” Beomgyu sheepishly averts your gaze.

“It’s okay, you’re so cute.” You hold onto his waist to bring him closer and stroke his wet dick a few times before you take it in your hand and bring it your entrance, moving forwards yourself to slowly sheath his dick into you, filling you up and beomgyu yelps at the feeling, body jerking.

He holds on to you tight, his face falling into the crook of your neck and moaning as you grip his hips, guiding him to fuck into you. Hips snapping into yours without experience and no rhythm and you can feel him practically drooling on your neck, already such a mess.

“S-so good…ah ahh…” Beomgyu eyes nearly roll out of his head as you grips his hips again and make him thrust into you so fast and hard and he lets out continuous strangled moans.

You pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck, he only looks at you with dazed eyes and a slurred groan as you roughly pull him into kiss, biting at his lower lip and he lets you dominate the kiss, still tugging at his hair.

“Can’t you fuck me better than this, Angel? Or are you just a pathetic virgin?” You pull away.

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, “I can, I can!” Beomgyu starts to try and fuck you harder, thrusts and pace becoming entirely erratic, rutting into you dumbly and cluelessly as tears roll down his heated cheeks in embarrassment and you know he won’t last long.

You move your hands up his chest and he shivers, pace staggering and chest heaving as you touch his nipples, flicking and rolling at the buds and he breathes heavily as he cries and moans, movements sloppy and desperate.

“C-can’t fuck you…am p-pathetic…” Beomgyu shakes his head and cries and wails, “close, gonna…”

You take one of his pretty nipples into your mouth and suck, swirling your tongue and your hand going to circle at your own clit so you can cum with him.

Beomgyu hides his face in your neck again, attempting to muffle his loud whine as he spills his cum all in your pussy as you do too, clamping around him and he stills his movements as he shakes, collapsing and holding onto you so tight as he gasps and tries to calm down his breathing.

You grab the camera again to film his pretty post-orgasm face, trying to pry his face and body away from you so you could film him but he doesn’t budge, refusing to let you go and instead, nuzzling his face more in your neck and clinging tighter onto you, whining at you for trying to get him off.

You switch the live off, cluelessly and a little awkwardly stroking his soft hair, “Gyu…we need to clean up.” But the only response you get is his soft snores. You sigh, knowing you’d have to be the one to clean you both up but you don’t have the heart to get him off you just yet, looking so cute absolutely knocked out. You can’t help caressing his soft cheek slowly with your thumb and he leans into it.

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years ago

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can I request separate hcs for Bonten!Mikey, Sanzu, Rindou, Ran, and Sanzu x Farmer!Reader? like there's this one time where the boys asked the reader for a date but their own secretaries are making fun of the reader bcs yk she's from a farm and she doesn't wear any fancy clothes that the city girls have 👀

BONTEN! MIKEY, SANZU, RINDOU, RAN x GN!READER

₊˚⌗ bonten boys reaction to their darling being insulted

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, violence, threats, descriptions of injury, death, murder, slight nsfw for rindous part

notes : you put sanzu twice and i haven’t a clue who you could’ve meant instead so i just did the four you asked for

mikey is pissed. who the hell do these people think they are to be talking badly about you when they're just dumb fucking entitled sluts. their only personality trait is being a good fuck, unlike you who's kind and hard working. he needs to put them in their place, so he fucks with them a bit. but if they dare to ever say anything bad about you again, they're dead.

“i heard mikey asked out that farm person that was here the other day”

“really? them?”

“i know! their clothes look so rugged, i bet they’ll show up in overalls and a flannel or something like that. don’t they realize that they can’t wear stuff like that on dates?”

“mr. sano is way out of their league, i don’t know what he sees in them if i’m being honest.”

“right. he should be going after people with more class than that farm freak.”

mikey, sighs and sets down his glass with a force that causes the strippers sat around the booth to jump and look in his direction. he ignores them, instead standing up from his seat with a pissed off look on his face.

“sanzu.” he calls to his second as he walks towards the back exist of the club they’re currently occupying. sanzu smirks, knowing exactly what his boss wants without him having to say another word.

he’s quick to lure the girls outside where his boss waits, a cigarette between his lips that’s already been half smoked. the girls giggle as they look between sanzu and mikey, which just makes sanzu’s smirk grow wider with a thrill of excitement and anticipation. what dumb bitches, he thinks as he gestures to mikey.

mikey takes another drag of his cigarette before he wordlessly takes it from between his lips and grabs one of the girls—the one who called his bosses play thing a freak, sanzu remembers. she giggles again, giving her friend a look as she nuzzles up to mikey with an arch of her back that makes the man holding her quirk his lip in disgust.

“i’m fucking tired of sluts like you acting like you’re better than everyone because your loose pussy gets you a little bit of money.” he says lowly, threateningly, and finally, the girl stops giggling.

“what?” she says, body going rigid.

“your only value in this world is to be used and fucked, then get passed onto the next guy that wants some quick, cheap pleasure.” mikey continues. the girl begins to struggle in his hold, but mikeys grip only tightens.

the other girl tries to back away as she witnesses the situation unfold between her friend and mikey, but sanzu is quick to grab her and keep her in place with a knife to her throat.

“so what gives you the fucking right to talk shit about people with real value, hm?” he questions, flicking the ash off of his cigarette before taking another drag and blowing the smoke in the girls face. she coughs, struggling to breath as the smoke clouds her lungs.

“you’re not shit, unlike y/n. you need to be put in your fucking place, you dirty bitch.”

the girl screams as mikey puts his cigarette out on her arm, flicking the bud to the ground before doing the same to her.

“don’t ever fucking talk shit about them again or i'll kill you.”

sanzu coudn't have been scarier the moment he hears an insult to his darling leave someone's lips. he's crazy, so he's not going to just rough 'em up a bit, he'll straight up kill them without hesitation. anyone whos speaks bad things under his darlings name is a waste of space in his eyes.

"what the fuck did you just say?" he asks, chin tilted up as he gazes down at the woman who just said something bad about you--a display of superiority that has the girl shivering under his towering form.

her lip quivers as she tries to muster up the courage to say something, but all that can escape is a nervous laugh. sanzu sneers, lip curing in distaste as he pulls out his gun and pushes it against her forehead. he unlocks the safety and pushes teasingly on the trigger.

"w-wait! i'm sorry! sanzu, i-i didn't mean it!" she starts to scream, her heart thumping so loudly against her chest that sanzu can practically hear it. he smirks, pushing it further into her head which only coaxes more ugly sobs and screams from her vile mouth.

"did you not fucking hear me? are you deaf or somehting?" i asked you what you just fucking said." he repeats himself, laughing bitterly and coldly as the look on her face contorts more and more into a look of pure terror. good. she should be fucking sorry that she ever uttered your precious name.

"i-i said, y/n’s clothes look like they were t-taken from the dumpster. i d-don't understand why y-you asked them out." she stutters pathetically as she repeats the disgusting words she said about you just a second ago.

"that's what i thought i heard you say. i was hoping for your sake that i was wrong." he says coldly, any ounce of amusement on his face disappearing.

“w-what?” she askes, voice wobbly and hoarse from all the screaming she just did. she gulps and gives him a hopeful look when he lowers the gun. but instead of putting it away, he hits her haid with the gun, causing her to fall to the floor. she doesn’t get a chance to do anything other than scream and cry before sanzu speaks again.

"filth like you should learn to keep their mouths shut." he says, aiming his gun down at her before shooting.

rindou would insult the hell out of whoever insulted you, and he won't hold back either. anyone that isn't you is already trash to him, but anyone that insults you? they're the filthy dirt on his shoes as far as he's concerned. and if they have the gal to insult you again, he won't hesitate to cut off their tongue so they can never say anything bad about you again.

"rin rin, do you have to go out with that person from the other day?" the girl on his lap asks in a high pitched, whiney voice that gives him a headache. he hums, tilting his head in question as he tries to recall the person she's talking about. she pouts, bouncing in his lap when he doesn't remember.

"the one that looks like their clothes were washed with mud because of how old and dirty they were." she describes, and rindous body goes stiff with realization--she's talking about you.

"yeah, i do." he says curtly, turning his head to take a sip of his drink. the girl pouts some more, but this time she leans into him and drags her hand down his chest, her breasts pushing up against him to make them look bigger. she giggles after seeing the amused look he gives her.

"but why would you want to go out with an ugly person like them when you could stay and have fun with me." she whispers, trying to sound seductive, but rindou was pissed rather than turned on.

he pushes her off of him, uncaring of the fact that she fell on the floor and spilt her own drink all over herself.

"hey, what the fuck?!" she yells at him, but he ignores her and just takes another sip of his drink.

"and why the fuck would i want a desperate bitch like you, hm?" he asks, setting his glass down on his thigh as he leans forward and glares down at her. she doesn't say anything, but the look of disbelief on her faces makes rindou want to laugh.

"y/n is far better than some whore that doesn't even know how to turn a guy on properly." he says motioning to his flacid dick.

"honestly, how useless can you be? i paid a lot of money expecting a good fuck, and this is what i get? some try-hard bitch that's entitled and thinks she can replace my y/n" he scoffs, a feigned huff of a laugh leaving his lips as he shakes his head.

"you'll never be anything compared to what y/n is to me. you're just some whore i'm using for pleasure, but y/n is my everything." he says sternly.

"if you ever say some shit like that to me again i'll cut you're fucking tongue off." dumping his leftover drink on her, he stands up and leaves.

ran is similar to mikey in the way that he'd definitely fuck them up. he's not going to let anyone talk shit about you and get away with it. but the difference between him and mikey though, is he's a bit sadistic and enjoys fucking up anyone that talks shit about his darling.

"who did that person think they were coming into the club with dirty, old clothes? and they talked to ran so causally! he should've kicked them out right away for embarrassing him like that."

"excuse me?" the woman jumped at hearing someone behind her. she quickly turned around and sighed in relief seeing ran with an amused smile on his lips.

"oh my, i didn't notice you behind me." she giggled. "i was just saying you should've had that person thrown out from the other day. it was embarrassing how they came in here looking like they just got dragged through the mud. they didn't contaminate you or anything when they touched you, right?" she joked and ran laughed along with her, forced and strained.

"of course, they didn't." he says once she comes down from her fit of laughter, and his faces falls.

"why would they? they're perfect. unlike you who was born trash." he says, and the womans face scrunches up in confusion. ran grabs her arm with a smile before dragging her upstairs to his own private section of the club, all the while she's yelling protests that go ignored.

he throws her to the ground and looks down at her with a displeased look on his face. when she tries to stand up, he presses his foot against her body and pushes her back down to the floor.

"you said it yourself, right? filth doesn't have the privilege of standing and talking so casually to me." he says as one of the bouncers enters the room and hands him a baton. the woman begins to scream as ran looks down at her with mock sympathy before whacking her side.

"shut up. you should've kept your fucking mouth shut if you didn't want this to happen." he says just as the woman starts to cry.

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bluelocksource · 9 days ago

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Don Lorenzo’ trivia (src: EGOIST BIBLE 2)

☆ Character's color: Zombie Purple.

☆ Weapon : Zombie Step.

☆ Birthday: 4th July.

☆ Current age: 19 (at the start of NEL).

☆ Zodiac: Cancer.

☆ Nickname: "The Star Eater"

☆ Birthplace: Florence, Italy.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Older brother. Older brother. Himself. "I don't know after that."

☆ Current height: 190 cm.

☆ Foot size: 31 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right.

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Visual acuity: 1.5

☆ Grip strength: 66 kg.

☆ Motto: "Life is not something to be thrown away."

☆ Team: Ubers.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 6.

☆ Hobby: Wild parties "Don-chan loves lively atmosphere ♪"

☆ Favorite food: Caramel popcorn. "It's fine as long as it's super sweet."

☆ Dislike/hated food: All mint-flavored food.. "What's the point of having a minty mouth."

☆ What goes best with rice: "SUSHI!"

☆ Favorite animal: Anaconda. "Just watching them gives me chills. Do you get it?"

☆ Favorite season: Spring. "Because the whole world feels light and fluffy."

☆ Favorite manga: Jujutsu Kaisen.

☆ Favorite movie: Seven Samurai. "Kurosawa's films are the best!"

☆ Favorite music: Uptown Funk.

☆ Favorite football player: Paolo Maldini.

☆ Favorite subject: Gambling. "Huh? There no such thing?"

☆ Ideal type: "A girl with cute smile who I can hang out with ♡"

☆ At what age he experiences first love: “I don’t know. I fall in love too quickly!”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “Never have one. I always fall in love first, and I always end up disliking them first.”

☆ Fixation: Smiles. "Girls with cute smiles are the best!"

☆ What would make him happy: "Giving me money. Giving me work. Giving me love."

☆ What would make him upset: Arrest. "No bad things, ok?"

☆ What he thinks his strength is: Super Ultra Super Positive ♪

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: Can't live thinking about the future.

☆ What made him cry recently: “When my favorite actor committed s**c*d*.”

☆ Usual sleeping hour: 5 hours. "I wake up easily."

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: His eyes. "No particular reason, just instinctively my eyes."

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: "Play poker in Las Vegas!"

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: "I’m still getting them, you know? Hope!"

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: Dreams, hopes, and love.

☆ How he spent his holiday: "Drinking, gambling, girls, and partying♪"

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: "Earth’s Last Party ♪ Yay~~!!"

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "I'd be dead in in a gutter!"

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "Money. My entire fortune. I’d like to try living with stacks of useless cash."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: "The future, of course ♪ I want to experience all the things that have evolved into even more pleasurable experiences!"

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #don lorenzo #trivia: profile #trivia: don lorenzo #trivia #our translation

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megumimania · 10 months ago

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WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES 12 - gojo satoru

summary: you’re under a table trying to eat 12 grapes before midnight in hopes for a better love life

warnings: gojo satoru x fem! reader, fluff, best friends to lovers, reader is a hopeless romantic, gojo being gojo, mention of past relationship with geto, bi gojo for the win (am i projecting?? well…yes!).

in a last ditch attempt to revive your love life just in time for the new year, you are currently sitting under a table trying to consume twelve consecutive grapes in a row ever since the clock struck midnight—ushering in a new year of prosperity, success and hopefully in your case, love. you’re already three grapes down when you spot a familiar face that you know and love.

“hey auntie y/n what are you doing under here!” your niece asks in a tone way too loud to just be a question. you try to answer but the tingling sensation from your leg going numb after being stuck in such an uncomfortable position for a while delays your answer. “uh, im just…hiding!” you reply, hoping that she gets distracted by the next colourful thing in the house and runs away.

“oh…okay!” she replies after a beat of silence and waddles off. you let out a sigh of relief as you hear her footsteps receding but you don’t take this brief moment of peace for granted. immediately eating three grapes after that so at least you’re halfway through them. it’s not long after that when you’re disrupted again by another familiar voice. “y/n!” the voice calls out, you groan in annoyance. the annoying voice calls out to you again “y/n your mom is looking for yo—what the fuck?”

the annoying voice aka satoru stops dead in his tracks, crouching down to see your mouth stuffed full with grapes and immediately you wish for the ground to swallow you up right there and then. but satoru thinks you look adorable like a little chipmunk as he reaches out to squeeze your cheeks, earning a light slap on the wrist from you.

you swallow the grapes with a gulp, the glare in your eyes turning murderous as you lock eyes with him. “i don’t want a word out of you.” satoru tenses, convinced if he moved a muscle you’d kill him. “this stays between us.” you say, jabbing your finger into his chest for emphasis.

“relaax alvin, i’m not gonna tell anyone about this.” satoru replies coolly biting back the urge to tease you more about this as a best friend does. he watches as your guarded expression wavers, unconsciously moving aside so he can join you under the table. “damn you really needed love that bad?” he asks with a snort, wincing as you pinch his arm.

“you of all people should know how shambolic my love life was last year!” you wiggled your legs to stop them from going numb knocking satoru’s knees in the process. satoru hummed in agreement knowing that you weren’t exaggerating at all. from the really hot dilf who left you to pay the bill all by yourself and had the cheek to ask for money to get a taxi home, to the other guy who wouldn’t let you get a word in at all during the date and left you 99% sure that he probably had human remains hidden somewhere in his home.

“i wish i was like you.” you pouted as you leaned onto his shoulder for comfort. “you’re so carefree and you rarely get attached, except with that really cool guy in college who played guitar from time to time…what was his name again?” satoru chuckled softly at the way you described him—always seeing the positives in people. the memories of the relationship coming back to him in small bursts. “his name was suguru.” he answered with an expression that seemed to show his indifference towards his ex.

“and it wasn’t that easy, remember?” he nudged you playfully as you both thought back to the break up. the long nights where’d he come over to your dorm and just cry in your arms for what seemed like hours, the way he’d walk around campus an empty shell of himself. it was horrible and there was a point in time where you thought that you were gonna lose him.

“anyways.” he said as he stretched his legs out, clearly over talking about the past. “love will come to you. you just gotta be patient.” you rolled your eyes at the statement, fed up with hearing that all the time. “tell me something i dont know at this point.” you muttered as you kept your eyes glued to your shoes, ignoring the tears welling up in your eyes.

“i seriously don’t think you’re gonna be waiting for that long, sometimes the love you seek is right in front of you.” he said gently in a tone that sounded more reassuring than anything. your ears perked up at the sound of that—looking at him with starry eyes as he held your face with such tenderness, like it was the most precious thing on earth as he continued wiping the stray tears that fell on your face.

“when did you get so wise?” you said with a smile as his ghost like touches left goosebumps on your skin. satoru looked at you with such a softness that you never thought was possible in all the years you knew him.

satoru’s heart was beating so much he almost thought that he was going to die. he slowly picked up the last grape with a slight tremor that you eased by holding his hand in place as he placed it between your lips before gently capturing them in a soft but firm kiss. “happy new year, y/n.” he said with a slight raspiness in his tone, before slipping out underneath the table and heading back to join the new year celebrations that were occurring in the living room.

you traced over your lips where he’d just kissed you and felt your heart race at the memory of it. you internally cursed satoru out knowing that he was right—the love you sought out and wished for was always in front of you. it was just hard to find because it was hiding in the form of your longtime best friend gojo satoru.

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@officialfeysandweek Day 4: Bargains

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Summary: A fever has been sweeping the village for over a month now, devistating family after family. Already grieving their mother's death days before, Feyre is unwilling to lose her sister from the same fever. Without the help of the village doctors, she's now forced to take a less favorable route.

For her sister, she'll bargain with the fae.

AN: Happy Feysand Week, y'all. It’s @starfall-spirit and you’re watching Disney Channel I’m so happy to share the first chapter of my current collab with @thelovelymadone based off of this text post by @deluxeloy. Enjoy!

Passion is the truest state of the fae spirit. Follow your instincts and act on your impulses. Live life to the fullest without regard to the consequences—they will come about regardless of what you do.

~The Unseelie Code

Chapter I

The evening woods were eerily quiet as Feyre tracked the sound of a nearby stream. The almost-silence was enough to push her closer to the edge of fear, her nerves surrounding that night’s plan doing nothing to help. Because what waited for her when the stream met the lake…

Feyre couldn’t believe she was doing this. And yet, what other choice did she have? The fever had already claimed her mother, now Elain was bedridden too, eyes glazed more often than not, trembling with fever beneath the meager covers she and Nesta had managed to gather.

It had started about a month prior. Though winter had fully yielded to spring, a fever common to colder weather had started spreading among the children playing in the village streets, just as easily carried home to their doting mothers and fathers. Then four children from different homes died, one after the next. Their families had no one to support them in their grieving period.

All because that tragedy had been accompanied by a frightening word of the trusted village doctor: mutation. A virus one could brush off in a few days had turned deadly.

Less than a week ago her mother had shown symptoms, passed them to Elain two days later. If her sister was only meant to last the same span of time, she’d be dead by the next dawn. Even if they had money for a doctor, there were few in their village with true medical training, most of them too frightened of catching the illness to treat it.

Feyre was left with only one option. The Faerie Wood.

The enchanted forest seemed more sinister than enchanting with moonlight as her only guide. It fed that fear born of the tales her childhood nanny had told her some fifteen years ago to keep her in bed.

There is a portal just past our village border, invisible to the human eye, you know. Leads right to the Unseelie Court. It’s High Lord has servants and spies who stand at the veil, searching for naughty children to drag through. You girls best behave, or tomorrow morning it’ll be a few of their changelings waking in your beds.

Feyre and her sisters had stopped associating the kidnappings with household shenanigans a few years later, but that maturity hadn’t completely erased the fact some from their village had gone missing overnight. Whether human or fae, the abductors didn’t seem to favor an age group either. She was never quite sure how to react when she saw the people she’d known since birth wailing at the loss of a spouse who had been lured from their bed or an infant snatched from its cradle.

Would her wish be granted, she wondered, or would she be stolen away before she could voice it, simply for daring to ask?

A cold draft rattled the trees, chilling her down to her bones, far too cold to be considered natural for a spring evening in their region. Consulting her rudimentary map for what felt like the millionth time, she had to assume the biting air had something to do with approaching the Unseelie Gateway—if this was its true location.

The forest lightened then, startling Feyre enough that she paused on the trail, lifting her gaze from the parchment. Dawn was hours out still. The pale light wasn’t from the sun, but… starlight. If she wasn’t in The Faerie Wood, she would have thought she was suffering hallucinations without the fever that accompanied them. But sure enough, stars were lighting the trail like a dusting of breadcrumbs down to the water at the forest’s edge. Confident now she was on the right path, she quickened her pace until she broke the tree line, slightly unsteady when the shed foliage transitioned to pebbles and stones beneath her flimsy boots.

A dozen yards and she’d be at the edge of the lake. If the stories were true, the crystal clear water before her was the gateway itself. Even now, before she reached the edge of the water a faerie would sense her as a trespasser and weigh the question inside of her to deem her worthy of its help or declare her the next victim of some ruthless immortal’s game. If she was being honest with herself, she had no idea whether she wanted all of that to be the truth or utter nonsense. If it was true, at least she’d have a clue what she was getting herself into.

“Of course it’s true, darling. Outlandish as your childhood tales may seem, they need a bit of the truth to become anything significant.” Shaking from head to toe, Feyre frantically scanned the forest and waters to locate the voice seeming to pour in from every direction. “Here, darling.”

Finally pinpointing the voice, she watched a man—if a faerie could be called something so simple—materialize from a pocket of shadows, the slightest smirk she sensed he often wore illuminated by the waxing moon.

She couldn’t help but stare, taking in the high cheekbones, the hard line of his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders his clean cut jacket was unable to hide. He was tall, too. Enough so that she’d be forced to tilt her head back of he closed the few yards between them to get a better look at her. Not that he’d need to, with faerie senses being significantly better than those of a human.

Terrified—and worse than that, flustered beneath his undivided attention—Feyre couldn’t begin to think of a proper way to show deference. She fell back on instinct, dropping into a clumsy curtsy even the snap of a rod had never been able to perfect.

“I come in need of a favor,” she said simply, not wanting to risk offending the man by addressing him with the wrong title. Surely the curtsy had been safe. Dressed like that, carrying himself tall, he had to be some sort of gentleman or noble among his kind. Then again, most gentlemen she’d met weren’t built like a soldier in service. “My sister needs help.”

He cocked his head. “Come closer, darling. I can hardly hear you.” She stayed rooted to the spot. How easy would it be for a man like that to pull her beneath the surface of the glassy lake? Drown her or drag her down into his world of wicked things? No, she’d be staying right where she stood. “Have it your way.”

Just like that he folded into a flurry of shadow, reappearing mere feet in front of her, hand tucked casually into his pockets. It took everything in her not to scramble away. “Now, tell me more, pet.”

“My sister is ill. She’ll be dead by morning. I want to bargain for her life. If you’d be so gracious,” she tacked on.

He considered her request for a moment, seeming to study her more than anything. “Most young woman are warned against these woods.” He leaned forward slightly. “Yet you’re here intentionally, asking to bargain. My, things must be dire.” She swallowed hard. “Just what are you willing to offer, darling?”

“I don’t…” It had to be a fool’s choice to tell a faerie to craft the bargain to his own liking, but Feyre had a fair idea of what men usually wanted and she highly doubted the man she now faced had any desire for mortal coin or the intimate company of a human woman. She wasn’t sure she could puzzle out something that interested him, being so unsure of faerie customs.

“Could I simply owe you a favor?” she offered, hoping and praying that would provide a solution for the time being and wouldn’t bite her in the ass further down the road. “To call in when you require assistance.”

He chuckled and the little flame of hope winked out. “Darling, you’re asking me to help you defy the nature of life. It’s going to cost you more than a favor. No, I fear this bargain will require something a bit more… substantial.” Feyre crossed her arms, but held her stance. “Your firstborn,” he purred.

She blinked, lost for words. “Excuse me?”

“Your firstborn child is the price I demand.”

“That—” She bit her lip, finally retreating a step. She couldn’t think with him so close, the combination of his salt and citrus scent and unyielding stare unnerving. “I never intended to marry, let alone have children,” she admitted.

“You wouldn’t change your mind on that to save your sister’s life? And you humans call my kind cruel.”

“I didn’t say—” Feyre huffed. “If that is the price, I will pay it.”

“Very well, darling.” There was a sharp tingling up her right arm. From her fingertips to her elbow a black swirling pattern crawled up her arm, the color much like tattoo ink. Before she could express her anger at being marked against her will the design vanished, leaving her arm bare once again. “The ink of the Unseelie Court can only be seen in the land of Faerie.”

Raw dread chilled her down to the bone. “You intend to take me there?” Feyre asked. He raised a brow. “For the, um, conception?”

~~~~~

Rhys had no reason to bring the girl into his domain. He’d had no intention of claiming her beyond the bargain mark, if he was being honest. He assumed when making his proposal that she would find a nice man in the village to father the child and that would be that. Despite what rumors claim, most of the stolen children lived fulfilling lives among the court. Occasionally things got out of hand with the crueler crowd, but the same could be said of humans who kept servants and entertainers.

But dear Feyre had interpreted the bargain incorrectly, assuming he meant to drag her to his bed. Studying the human once again, it was far too easy to imagine her carrying his heir. And then a few more to follow. He could pretend he had a decision to make, but deep down, he already knew the path was decided.

“Your sister’s health has been restored. Your family and neighbors will forget the illness ever burdened her, though there’s nothing I can do to bring back your mother.”

“I understand,” she said softly.

“You will let me escort you to the Court tonight. After the child is born you can decide whether you wish to return to the human world or live among the Unseelie to raise the child.”

A strange sort of tension settled between them. He imagined leaving the child behind would be difficult, even if she didn’t desire a family.

Even if she thought the babe to be more monster than human.

“How are…” Feyre crossed her arms, curling in on herself a bit. “How are humans treated there? Poorly, I imagine. I just want to prepare myself for the worst.”

Rhys closed the distance between them in two strides, lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes again. “My guests, Feyre darling, are treated with respect.” He let his grip tighten ever so slightly before bending to brush his lips along the shell of her ear. “No one touches what belongs to the High Lord.”

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Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles Panel | Brighton UK (Crossroads 6), March 11, 2023

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Jensen: IT’S ONLY SATURDAY WE GOT A WHOLE OTHER DAY, PACE YOURSELF! (to Danneel) have YOU been pacing yourself? Danneel : No! (x)

“are you ready for this?” - jensen to danneel (x)

Ok, so. Danneel’s first con was a Starfury. Jensen said she shouldn’t brag. And a bit later Jensen said he had the dancing covered. (x)

“as long as there’s no dancing i’ll be fine” “it’s okay i have that covered” (x)

“we’ve got to develop some projects currently in development” (x)

Jensen saying he’s really proud of what they’ve been doing with the Winchesters and what’s in the work. (x)

“i wanna work with the people i know i trust and who are outstanding human beings” (x)

Dream projects? Jensen: “Ruth would obviously be the star.” (Ruth is watching from the balcony.) “Oh hey, Ruth, didn’t see you there.” He wants to work with the people he trusts, outstanding human beings. (x)

Jensen: “we’ve had 15 years to weed out the bad people, I’m not sure how Mark Sheppard is still here…” (x)

Jensen just wants to work with the people he’s got to work with who are just good people. It’s gotta be grounded in love, family, a tad of humor and a little magic. (x)

“it’s gotta have heart, humour and a little bit of magic” the unofficial tagline of their company (x)

Jensen helping Danneel count for how many years they’ve been together when she started as Anael on SPN (x)

How was it working on set. Danneel struggles with how long she’s been together with Jensen. Jensen knows it would’ve been 12 seasons when she came in at 13 and is proud he knows. (x)

Jensen immediately asked “IS THAT ON THE GAG REEL” when Danneel fell during her first scene on SPN (x)

“i did not act like a husband in that moment” jensen too focused on getting danneels gag reel moment on film instead of helping her (x)

Danneel put together a whole playlist for The Winchesters before they even cast anyone, and a lot of it actually made it onto the show. They chose “I’d Love To Change The World” which in the pilot FIRST. (x)

Which scene with music from The Winchesters did they like most? Danneel put together a playlist before they even cast, a lot of it made it on the show. “10 years after”/I love to change the world” (?) really set the tone. (x) But a lit of songs they wanted were too expensive to afford. On SPN, as production got more expensive, they had to stop using music so much, used more score to save money (x)

“i get to go and destroy some robots in a warehouse? i’m in. i’m easy” (x)

Jensen is easy. When he heard he gets to come on the set and destroy a bunch of robots, he was in, but doesn’t play a lot of video games. Danneel snitches that he plays Mario Cart with the kids almost daily. (x)

Jensen said he doesn't play video game anymore but Danneel said he plays Mario Kart almost everyday with the kids (x)

In his old house pre-Danneel he had a special dark room with two TVs and two couches to play Halo with his friends. (Danneel snitches again.) He plays “blue shy guy” on Mario Cart. (x)

Fan asked if Jensen plays video game and Danneel went “well you play one every day”. And Jensen went “Wordle? … BACKGAMMON?!” (The answer is Mario Kart because he plays it with the kids) (x)

help jensen is so excited to introduce his kids to his fave videos games when they’re older and he also doesn’t always let his kids win video games which danneel finds mean considering he’s competed by 6 year olds (paraphrase) (x)

“I know your next question, it’s ‘what character do I choose on Mario kart’, the answer is blue shy guy. I’m a shy guy ” (x)

Q person reccs Red Dead Redemption. Jensen really wanted The Last of Us, but when he heard Pedro got the job, he knew he had no shot. (x)

Jensen really wanted to be on The Last of Us, then he heard Pedro Pascal got the part and went “oh no he’s PERFECT” (im paraphrasing but he was nerding out ) (x)

They’re talking about recreating the music video for their anniversary. Their friend did it first as a birthday gag. So he suggested they do it “for instagram”. Danneel was like “let’s go”. and they got into a serious fight over who would be Paul Simon (x)

Danneel says they do zero work for instagram content. Q was about the music vid years ago. The Ackles’s argued who plays Chevy and who plays Paul Simon. Jensen complains about having to be the short guy again. He’s gonna get a complex. He yells for Mark to come down. (x)

Danneel telling Jensen he was so good on their anniversary video, and telling him “you were made to play Paul Simon” (x)

“it was very rare for him to be home during the week… for 15 years” (x)

He also said he was really sad his kids wouldn’t get to experience the whole ‘taking the cartridge off and having to blow on it for it to work again’ (x)

Danneel didn’t wanna be in The French Mistake bc it’s “Jensen’s thing” (x)

Karaoke. Danneel only did it once. Sang “Band of the run” and there was a very long musical interlude. It scared her so much she never did it again. Jensen went with the Dawson’s Creek gang and sang “El Paso”. (x)

Everyone put their glass down either in amazement or shock. There’s a plate in a corner of that bar with an etching how great that night was, Jensen jokes. (x)

Editor, director, actor walk into a bar, you can only buy one drink? Danneel: Editor, they can make you look good. Jensen: Would buy himself a drink. (x)

Danneel once got handed a bag with her as a doll filled with fish hooks. She blindly reached in the bag and straight into a hook. (x)

They’re talking about creepy fans, and Danneel just said “they’re not fans of the show, fans of the show don’t do these things” (x)

danneel is telling a story abt her accepting a gift off a fan of her being made into a doll out of fish hooks and she accidentally got hurt and jensen said ‘you know how much i had to PAY for that doll?!’ (x)

Weirdest thing given to Jen and Dee, someone left a dead kitten on their door step (x)

jensens talking about how performing radio company concert for the first time was a very different experience to acting or performing other peoples songs bc with those other two you interpret it your own way but it’s still other peoples words but these were his and steve’s (x)

Playing in Nashville and performing words he actually wrote himself with Steve was “next level”. Danneel adds that he was nervous and he doesn’t get nervous. (x)

“to get out there and perform something you created it’s certainly more of a vulnerability” (x)

danneel watched the concert with the kids on stageit. “they thought it was cool” (x)

The kids were pretty impressed seeing him on stage, but they see him play a lot, because he plays them songs on the piano at home all the time. (x)

their kids have watched the scoobynatural episode so many times (x)

Jensen is talking about fighting to have Dean dying while he was standing instead of how it was originally planned with Dean dying on the floor. (x)

Jensen about Dean’s death: “I don’t have to LIKE it, but I’m proud of it.” (x)

Jensen would change how they handled the Leviathans and get rid of them sooner if he got to change something (x)

What would Dean from s15 tell Dean from s4? Danneel: Beware of vampires! (x)

question about what directors inspired them the most! (Jensen’s answer has been long but he mentioned Kim Manners, Bob Singer and John Showalter) (x)

jensen ensuring he was conscious of every crew members job so that they felt like they had purpose. (x)

Kim Manners and Bob Singer, they both set the tone on the show. Micromanaged. Kim said “you’re gonna direct one day” to Jensen and it got him thinking. It was becausehe was interested in the lenses, lighting & such. (x)

Bob and Phil Sgriccia helped him a lot. Phil said “always have an answer, even if it’s wrong.” Because when you say “you pick” or “whatever” to a Q from someone working for you, you dimish the other person’s job. And you can always change your mind & that tells them you thought (x) about it, thus making their job even more important. (x)

To Danneel; how did you know he (Jensen) was THE ONE? Jensen; *cracks up* Danneel: It was on Ten Inch Hero, I always knew he was cute and all of that, but… It was one of those, we were driving back and forth, and just talking about our future, and our career (x) Danneel: I’m a girl who likes to do things first. (…) At the end of the movie, there’s a scene where I walked up to Priestly and gave him a kiss… That was NOT scripted.(x) Danneel: but obviously Jensen had read the script, he knew it wasn’t scripted. I just knew I had to do something else or it would be too late. (x)

danneel knew by the end of filming ten inch hero once they’d spent time doing long drives talking about their futures and everything and then in the scene where she kisses priestly wasn’t scripted and jensen was like “oh!!!!!! i caught a BIG fish let’s go!” (x) “i like your talent your cute your-” “you were like this one can give me good kids” “yeah i saw you with your nephews and-“ “and you were like this is a good pedigree!” (x)

J-yeah but after we dated when did you know I was the one to marry They went on vacation and her mum knew then D needed to marry him. J-i knew I needed to spend the rest of my life impressing her (x)

When did Danneel know that Jensen was the one? They were friends before but thought they would never be together. They carpooled to the Ten Inch Hero set. 40 mins each way, just talking about the future, how they were raised, carreer… (x) She always knew Jensen was cute, but those talks really did it. In the last scene of the movie, the little kiss between their characters wasn’t scripted, that was Danneel making the first move. (x) Jensen immediately knew it was a big fish snd went “bzzzz” (reeling in noise). Jensen prods when she knew he was the one to marry though. They went on a family trip. Then Jensen knew he’d spend the rest of his life trying to impress her. Danneel’s mom knew they were it too. (x)

Jensen: “I’m gonna try to impress for the rest of my life… Still hasn’t done it! I’m gonna keep trying to.” (x)

Danneel said she was really nervous up until she did her first photo ops and everyone was so nice to her (x)

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#Jensen Ackles #Danneel Ackles #BrightonCon2023 #CrossRoads6 #CR6 #Jensen: Panel Highlights #*

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Day 3 of the Dead Boy Detectives Pride Month Prompts- "I miss home"

Three days after returning from Port Townsend, a new case sent the trio out of the country again. The boys barely had a chance to start accommodating the office, and Crystal hadn’t even figured out where she would want to stay in London yet. Someone from Crystal’s past, currently residing in Ireland, needed their assistance. Apparently, old Crystal threw around information on her powers as freely as her parents’ money.

A painful hour and a half flight later, the agency had landed in Dublin. Crystal was attempting to calm the boys down the whole time, telling them it would be a quick and easy case. Edwin was making it well known that he still objected to traveling the long way even though the other two clearly saw how fascinated he was with air travel every time. Oddly, Charles was pacing both the airport and the plane like a caged animal the whole time. He brushed off both Crystal and Edwin’s advances in conversation, constantly keeping his head on a swivel.

Crystal’s friend, Emily, picked them up from the airport while debriefing them on the current status of the case. Emily recently moved into a new apartment, and it appeared to be haunted. Objects of hers disappearing, banging in the night, things moving through the air on their own, etcetera. Crystal shot the boys a few looks, attempting to tell them, “See? Easy.” Edwin still appeared annoyed, and Charles agitated.

The drive was short, and they were swiftly at Emily’s door. As she was about to turn the handle, she turned back to Crystal, saying, “Be careful walking around in there.” Her eyes drifted passed Crystal’s shoulder to look at the boys. “All of you.”

Charles instinctively reached an arm in front of Edwin while reaching one toward the back of Crystal’s jacket. “Crystal, wait–”

Emily opened the door, and a black cat scrambled out through everyone’s legs. The agency members all jumped back while Emily sighed, “Tinks, what did we discuss about scaring new people?”

The cat squinted at their owner and meowed indignantly.

“They’re here to stop whoever or whatever is messing with us, so play nice,” Emily replied.

Tinks glanced over the newcomers, their gaze lingering momentarily on Edwin. Charles stepped slightly in front of the other ghost. Seemly satiated, Tinks trotted back into the apartment.

“Sorry about her,” Emily said, now moving in as well, “She’s very territorial, especially with everything strange going on.”

The detectives lingered outside the door, staring in. They could see a sitting room on the left with a connected kitchen and a short hallway on the right leading likely to Emily’s bedroom or whatever other rooms she had. In the bit of the kitchen they could see, there were herbs hanging to dry with a bookshelf separating it from the living room. A couple of the books had copies on the agency’s shelves.

Charles gently grabbed Crystal’s arm and led her a couple more steps away from the door. “You didn’t tell us your friend knew about the supernatural.”

Crystal looked just as stunned and confused. “I didn’t know! She wasn’t this invested in it the last time I saw her.” She glanced around the still-empty complex hallway and stepped closer to whisper, “The last time I saw her was three years ago when I made out with her girlfriend after she told me she thought I was hot. I wasn’t exactly keeping tabs on her lifestyle choices after that.”

“Did you really lead us to a different country yet again to help someone who, this time, actively dislikes you, last you knew?” Edwin butted in, having overheard.

“I’m trying to be a better person,” Crystal defended. “In case you forgot, and part of that is trying to help people I hurt and fix our broken relationships.”

“Alright,” Charles broke the two up harshly. “Let’s just get the information we need and get out of here. I don’t like the feel of this place.”

“Are you three going to come in or just keep whispering about me at my door?” Emily asked.

Edwin and Crystal both huffed. “Let us begin our investigation,” Edwin declared before finally entering the house.

…

Three hours later, they were getting nowhere. None of the strange phenomena occurred, and physically searching the place came up empty. It was getting dark, so Crystal politely declined Emily’s spare bedroom in favor of going to the hotel she’d booked.

Crystal threw down her small bag and flopped onto the bed. “Don’t wake me until 9 or there’s a fire,” she mumbled into a pillow, knowing the boys would get the gist.

Edwin sat down on the couch, flipping through his notes to see if he might have missed any possible leads. Emily clearly can see ghosts and communicate with supernatural creatures, so why can’t she see what’s in her apartment? Unless they were using some form of cloaking, but he’d need something more specific. “Charles, do you have…” Edwin trailed off as he looked up at his partner. Charles was pacing again. His brow was furrowed as his hands were opening and clenching at his sides. “Are you alright, Charles?” Edwin asked instead.

Charles stopped and plastered on a smile. He opened his mouth before letting his face fall and rethinking his words. “I just…” He fidgeted with his jacket’s zipper. “It’s been a lot lately, yeah?” He began slowly pacing once more. “I mean, Post Townsend was a whole thing itself, then we barely get a moment’s peace at the office before being shuffled off to another country again. Plus, we got Charlie and Crystal, and we’ve still got no idea what Jenny’s doing. We went to Hell, got tortured, and lost Niko and…” He stopped pacing, grunting in frustration.

Edwin stood, trying to figure out how to help when Charles continued, “Don’t get me wrong, Crystal and everyone, they’re aces, but I just miss us, you know? It was so much easier.” Charles stopped and turned to stare Edwin down. He was breathing heavily looking on the verge of tears. “I miss home,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

Before Edwin had a chance to wonder what Charles’s parents had to do with this, he was being enveloped in a hug. Oh. That kind of home.

Carefully, Edwin reciprocated, holding tightly as Charles hiccupped sobs onto his shoulder. As the tears slowly died out, Edwin gently and firmly said, “Home will always be right here. I’m not leaving, and you certainly won’t let anything take me away.” Charles huffed out a weak laugh. “We’ll be back at the agency very soon, and I will talk to both Crystal and the Night Nurse about not taking any long-distance cases for a year.”

Charles sniffled and pulled away just enough to look at Edwin as he said, “You don’t have to do that, mate. It’s fine.”

Edwin squeezed his shoulder, refusing to let go until the other did. “No, it’s not. I don’t like these types of cases either, and we shouldn’t have to push ourselves. We didn’t for thirty years and shouldn’t change now for others.”

Charles’s eyes fluttered over Edwin’s face, making him want to look away. Softly, Charles brought their heads together. “Never change, Edwin Payne,” he whispered.

“Nor you, Charles Rowland.:

#dbd pride month prompts 24 #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #ao3 #dbda #fanfiction #edwin payne #charles rowland #edwin x charles #payneland

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nburkhardt · 1 year ago

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5 Random Words Fic

Got tagged by @estrellami-1 and @i-less-than-three-you 🥰

Rules: generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! Tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge! (If you don’t like your 5 words, try again. This is supposed to be fun!)

(Challenge/game originally from @a-little-unsteddie!)

My words: Capital, Something, Haste, Bandit & Neural (I’m switching neural to nerve btw)

There was something going on behind his back but he can’t quite figure it out. It was small enough that nothing was actually out of place but big enough for him to even notice anything wrong to begin with. Not that it was wrong per se, it was like something was being misplaced or maybe taken? But it wasn’t anything that important?

Eddie isn’t quite sure what to make of it, but given his place as second in command at the Capital, he needs to know what’s happening.

Wayne could possibly make him doing basic training again if he doesn’t figure out what the issue is.

“I don’t get it, Gare. Have you noticed anything?” He groans, taking a seat next to his friend.

Gareth shrugs, “Jeff and I did another round, found nothing wrong. Whatever is going on, it’s either being replaced immediately or whatever is being taken isn’t important to any of us.”

“You think it’s what, someone stealing?” He rolled his eyes, “Like what, a bandit around here? That’s impossible, Gareth! Ever since Wayne took over, we’re very fair and generous! If, if someone needed help we’d-”

“Look, you keep having that freakish feeling whenever this thing happens. There’s no issues around the place, nobodies dying and it seems like everything is in its place. So what could be going on? It’s gotta be a someone stealing and replacing it!” Gareth crossed his arms, looking at him with a glare, “unless you’ve been playing us and making us look like idiots for your own amusement”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head and patting Gareth’s arm, “I’m not, I swear, why waste our time with a silly game of-”

They’re both jolted out of their seats by the loud alarms going off, they quickly get up and start running.

“Do not say I told you so right now!”

Gareth snorted, throwing up a middle finger behind him as they run.

In their haste to find the others and the cause of the alarm, they failed to notice a person slipping by them and out the door.

They only slow down once the notice not just Jeff, Frankie and Chrissy standing by the main entrance but also Wayne.

“Please tell me no one is dead” is the first thing out of Eddie’s mouth, judging by Chrissy’s eye roll and Frankie’s snort, there thankfully, isn’t anyone dead.

Wayne’s serious demeanor breaks a little by the crack of a smile but still keeps the serious look on his face, “no one is dead, but there was a few things stolen. My boy, aren’t you supposed to be in charge of this problem?”

“Wayne!” Eddie whined, “I am, but everything so far has been in its place every time I check!”

The group all roll their eyes at him, “Not this time, a few pieces of jewelry was taken, your late mother’s ring and my grandfather’s near priceless necklace.”

Eddie’s heart dropped, their family heirlooms?! He could’ve sworn his mother’s ring was locked away in his room! “What idiot had to nerve to steal from us?”

Steve’s heartbeat was fast as he makes his way over to the next town, it’s been a long few hours but he couldn’t handle doing a trade within the capital this time.

Taking these pieces was a huge risk and he knew it but he needs the money. It’s his last time and attempt to make the offer, if the dealer takes and hands the money over to him, he’ll breathe easier and hopefully; his family actually survives.

He didn’t want to turn to stealing but after his siblings got sick, he had to. It was the only way. Their parents are shit and he couldn’t just stand around as both his twin and little brother got the worse and worse. Currently, he hopes at least, Robin is doing a little bit better. But Dustin has been in bed for a week straight now, even their Aunt Claudia can’t figure out what it is.

It was the last resort. He had to steal even if he tried his hardest to replace the items if they were worth next to nothing. Wasn’t too hard to get in and out of the Capital building anyway, with the Munsons being genuinely good and open.

It makes him feel a little bad for all the stealing. But it’s nothing on him panicking at his siblings health.

“I’m sorry boy, but this piece?” His dealer, Rick, jiggles the necklace again “it’s worth the money but I can’t accept it. Everyone knows it’s the Munson’s. I’d imagine they’re already letting everyone know”

Steve hope dies a little as he slumps against the counter, “what about the ring? That wasn’t even in the safe! Come on, Rick, I need the money!”

Rick held up the ring again, it’s a beautiful ruby with black gold accents.

He couldn’t believe it when he saw it, just under a simple glass case with no alarm attached to it. Not even a lock, just sitting on a shelf in the random room he hid in after grabbing the bracelet.

“Yeah this could be worth something, maybe a few hundred.” Rick nods to himself and slipped the ring back in the box, “deal?”

“Just a few hundred? But I need more!” The bills piling on their table back at home was definitely more than a few hundred, “are you absolutely sure about that bracelet?”

Rick opened his mouth, then snapped it shut as he paled. Dropping the bracelet on the floor and shoving the box away from him, “actually, boy, I can’t do either”

Steve looked at him confused, “what? You just said it was-”

He jerked when he was roughly shoved against the counter, eyes widening as he’s met with Eddie Munson. “Gotta hand it to you, managing to steal from us- from me, is impressive.”

“I-”

Eddie shook his head, a small ‘tsk-tsk’ coming out of his mouth. He let go of him and grabbed the box, “This? This is mine.”

His heart was beating fast, that ring was supposed to get him- get Dustin the help he needed. And now it’s being shoved into Eddie’s pocket, “But I need the money!” He blurts out and cringes at how whiney he sounds.

Eddie scruffs and let’s go of him, stepping away and crossing his arms, “oh, for what? Drugs? Payment back to some other shady person? You like all the other bandits and idiots?” He looks him up and down, “sure don’t look like them”

Steve looks away, his cheeks burning and his hands shaking. “Wish it was that simple” he mutters to himself, he wouldn’t be here at all if it was drugs he needed.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Steve shook his head, “I wish it was that simple, look, can I go? Rick wouldn’t take the necklace and you already took the damn ring back.” He grits his teeth, holding back a breakdown he’s absolutely ready to have.

Eddie frowned, seeing the guy tense up and red marks form on his arm from his own hands. “Uh, yeah, but don’t come anywhere near the capital building again. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yep. Got it.” Steve nodded, blinking hard to stop the tears, already thinking; Not with Dustin’s health issues and Robin’s panicking. “Like I’ll be able to go anywhere” he muttered out, making his way away from his last hope.

He can feel eyes on him as he manages to hold himself together, putting off the inevitable until he’s out of sight and alone. Once he’s completely out of sight of Eddie, he lets the tears fall.

“Good job, Steve, you’re even a shit bandit” he huffs a pathetic laugh as he roughly wipes his eyes, “can’t even make enough to help your brother”

Making his way into the alley, he finds a spot out of sight to continue his pity party before he has to go home and figure out a new plan. Pulling his legs up against his chest, he tries to blink away the tears and hold his sobs in.

Hiding his face in his knees, he doesn’t quite hear the footsteps come up to him. Moving his head to rub his arm against his eyes, he finally notices the feet next to him.

Freezing, he looks up, finding Eddie Munson.

“So, Steve,” Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets, “I’m a little curious, if you were just stealing for drugs you wouldn’t be having a breakdown beside a dumpster.”

“how would you know?” He bites out, “my dealer could’ve left”

Eddie laughs, “yeah, I’m sure this is the reaction someone has after getting their fix. Come on,” he held out a hand and Steve eyed it, “I’m not going to hurt or arrest you.”

That didn’t exactly ease anything but this is a low moment for him, so he grabs it and Eddie easily helps him up.

“So?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smile, “So, what?”

“Why are you out here, you already got your jewelry back and you think I’m doing drugs” he crossed his arms, ignoring how hot his face feels from both his breakdown and the fact that Eddie hasn’t moved away from him.

“I told you I’m curious,” Eddie shrugged, taking a step back only to lean against the wall, “I overheard you say something about being a shit bandit, it got me interested. So, what lead you to stealing?”

Steve mirrors him and leans against the dumpster, looking at him for a second before sighing and tipping his head back. Closing his eyes for a second, “It was my last decision, my parents are shit and my aunt’s job doesn’t pay enough for my siblings. So, I resorted to stealing because my brother is getting worse”

He refuses to actually look at Eddie now, knows the look he’ll get. It’s the same look he’s been getting for weeks now, almost months now. Always “oh you poor boy” and “maybe it’s time to give up” from neighbors and strangers alike because they think Dustin won’t survive.

“Oh man” Eddie whispers and Steve can only hear it because of how quiet it is in the ally, Eddie clears his throat and out of the corner of his eye sees Eddie shift, “Is he sick? Is he dying? That’s why you were stealing?”

“He’s not dying!” He snapped with a glare, his hands in fists, “He’s- he’s going to be okay. I just, just gotta,” his eyes are watery again and he takes in a sharp breath, “he’s not dying!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Eddie has his hands raised and inching closer to him, “he’s not dying and I’m going to help, okay? I’ll help you.”

He shakes his head, let’s out a laugh or maybe a sob, he can’t tell anymore, “oh yeah? How?”

“I’m not sure, yet! But I can help, come on, let me help you.”

Entering the Capital building in the main entrance is a bit strange, especially after all the times he’s entered by windows and side doors. It was even more jarring to be entering with Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, who’s this?”

He nearly jumped at the new voice, looking behind them to find Wayne Munson coming up to them. He paled at seeing him, knowing he stole from this man and that his nephew is standing next to him who caught him stealing.

“Oh! Wayne, this is Stevie, he’s a new friend” Eddie spun around and pulled him closer to him, “I’m helping him and his brother out”

Wayne only raised an eyebrow at Eddie before looking at Steve, then he looked back at Eddie, “This the one who stole?”

Eddie gasped dramatically, tightening his arm around him, “Wayne! Of course not, I just so happened to catch him having a moment of weakness. Now i’m off to show him around and then we’re going to his place and-”

“Son, you ramblin’ like that gives ya away. What’s going on?” Wayne interrupted him, shaking his head and crossing his arms, “Be honest now”

Eddie felt Steve tense up as he squeezed his shoulders before moving his arm, “Uncle, look. Could we possibly talk about this in my room?”

Wayne’s face grows concerned, looking back and forth between him and Steve before nodding. Eddie smiles and grabs Steve’s hand to lead them towards his room, once inside Eddie only lets go of Steve’s hand to close his door and set the ring back in its place.

“Eddie,” Wayne eyes the ring and then at Steve who’s focus is only on the glass case again, “Ya think I’m gonna believe that ya just helping him out?”

“Look sir, I’m-”

“Wayne, I’m serious-”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and Wayne shook his head at both of them, “Steve, was it? If ya did steal from us, be honest”

Steve paled and nodded, his heart sinking already. “I’m sorry sir”

“Wayne, we can’t punish him,” Eddie shifted to stand closer to Steve, “I have the jewelry, isn’t- can’t we let him go?”

Wayne sighed, knowing his nephew’s bleeding heart, “Steal anything else?”

Steve cringed, pulling his arms up to wrap around himself, focusing his eyes on the glass case to avoid looking at either Munson. “Yes, sir”

“For good reason, Wayne!”

“How much?” Wayne ignored Eddie and stared at Steve, watching as the boy gripped his arm harder and blink several times, clearly trying to get tears away. “How much did you steal?”

“A few pieces of jewelry, sir.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie hand up in question, “and how much did you get”

Steve cleared his throat, “about two hundred, sir.” He avoided their gazes but looked around to catch a peek, Eddie frowning and Wayne sending Eddie a pointed look. “I- I still have it”

“Steve no,” Eddie took a step closer, “Wayne you don’t- Wayne, his brother is sick. He needs the money and the stuff he stole- they aren’t that important to us”

It was silent and Eddie felt his face get hot, he looked away from Steve and back at his uncle, “it’s okay, I swear, the dealer he was selling to is caught- he’s being arrested as we speak. I have the pieces we cherish most back. Now,” he spins back around not waiting for Wayne’s response, “I’m going to help Steve and his family, got it?”

Three Months Later

There was something going on, Eddie can already tell and a smile is forming as the giggling behind him gets louder. He’s not sure what it is but he can’t wait to find out what it is.

The giggling is right behind him and he spins, his face breaking into a wide smile at the brothers in a pose to grab him standing there. Robin and Jeff next to them rolling their eyes but smiling.

“My loves!”

Steve and Dustin grinning wide as Eddie throws his arms around them, holding them close and his smile is starting to hurt his face as Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

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So. Uh. This wasn’t supposed to be this long and if I keep going it won’t stop. So! Here’s a thing that doesn’t have an exact time period, it’s definitely not set in the 80s and I went and switched roles up. OH AND IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Steve & Robin are a year apart, Dustin is the baby of the family. Don’t ask me what his issue was it was serious tho. Eddie’s a few years older than Steve. They got together only once Dustin was completely healthy. Eddie totally fell first and Steve wasn’t very far behind him. (Eddie also fell harder toooo)

Also I know the ending is kinda blah haha sorry like I said it wouldn’t end 🤣

No pressure tags: @simplebtromance @tartarusknight @zerokrox-blog @steddieas-shegoes @eriquin

TAGLIST:

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #nburkhardt writes #stranger things fic #steddie au #seriously sorry for that chopped ending #I was seriously losing the plot #it’s a weird vibe tbh #steve harrington #eddie munson

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dozing-marshmallow · 5 months ago

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Hi!! Love the fic that you wrote of reader visiting Chris in prison. Could you write an angsty follow-up of reader finally breaking up with him after he gets out of prison with her being fed up with his unablity to change his negative thoughts and actions.

Ouchhh! Quite angsty, indeed!

HEY EVERYONE! Sorry for my long due absence. I’m currently in the middle of exam season, so that’s been taking up majority of my time, but I can say with certainty that afterwards (in four weeks), I’ll be free to post as frequently as I did before and complete all the requests I received! Thank you all for being so patient, and I hope you enjoy part 2 of this one shot!

Content warning, this one shot involves dysfunctional relationships, so please read at own risk.

CHRIS MCLEAN IN JAIL PART 2- ANGST

“(Y/NNNNN)!” your sweet separated husband exclaims, fixing his arms around you on his return home,“It’s so great to be back again!”

“H-Hi Chris...” you cough, squeezing him back,“How do you feel?”

“Better!” he chirped, patting your spine,“You know, I actually feel like a changed person!”

“Really?” Yeah right.

He nods, pulling away, that grin of his never ageing,“Yep! I realllyyy feel like a functioning member of society, ready to amend and give back!”

Yeah right.

You never thought you would be in the back kitchen with Chef about this.

Two years after his first release.

That’s right.

With heavy bags and sore limbs, you desperately explain,“I’ve tried to convince him to see a therapist or go to marriage counselling sessions with me, but he doesn’t listen!” you wince down to the ground. That word “marriage” felt more like “Hell” to you,“I feel like he’s getting worse and worse...”

“What can you do, (Y/N)? By law, he’s a grown man. No one, not even his mom can tell him what to do.” Chef Hatchet grunted, slicing some potatoes, as though he was not surprised,“Have you considered divorce?”

Divorce!,“That’s ridiculous, Chef. You know you can’t just file a divorce whenever you want. Marriage is a lifetime commitment and I still see the man I love.”

“And it’s that he’s takin’ advantage of.” That knife went blunter this time around,“He thinks it’s okay to go about like a criminal, because he has the money and popularity to get out of it, but if you walk out on him, he’ll eventually realise what he’s lost. I’m dead serious. You keep sticking by him like this, he’ll never change.”

“Hm...” that was an interesting way of thinking, you’ll admit. Maybe it was time to start looking into divorce? But... “What if that approach just turns out for the worst? You know how he is. He’ll turn the tables and play victim, putting the blame on me for not being strong enough to support him and for breaking my promise for making my love conditional-“

Chef looks at you like the pieces were threatening to cut your fingers off,“Do you even hear yourself as you speak about him?”

You stop.

Dang it, he had a point,“But divorce... It still feels a bit too drastic. Besides, I want to give him a chance.” you offer a strong smile.

He paused entirely in his vegetable slicing this time,“A chance?”

Oh... Yes, you’ve given him plenty of chances already. You force the smile to stay on, as convincing as you tried,“W-We’ll just see how it goes. Besides, I still really wanna make this work.”

Your husband’s so-called best friend shakes his head, leaving you with a pitiful glimmer in his eye,“You’re a good woman, (Y/N). You don’t deserve this.”

Well, you wish you listened to him sooner.

And at some point, you couldn’t take it anymore.

So one day, when you got your suitcase ready and your temporary accommodation sorted in secret, you mustered the courage to break it off.

Your heart was leaping. From what? Anxiety? Excitement? Both? You’ll never know.

It took a lot to get this far. You were going to see it through the end.

No matter how messy it will be.

Obviously when you gently touched on Chris’ behaviour as the reason why you were filing for divorce, he tried denying it,“What are you talking about? I’m a changed man! Prison’s changed me for the better!”

Oh please,“Unless it’s Opposite Day, you should not be using that word.”

You weren’t afraid and that’s what startled him,"N-Now who gave you the right to declare the end of this relationship?! Only I get to choose whether to throw you out on the street or keep you around!” he then strangely turned his head to lean the smooth skin on his cheekbone in your face,“Now give me a kiss."

You almost puke in your mouth,“I’m serious, Chris. I want nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Serious? What do you know about serious? You don’t understand anything!” he barked, slamming his fist on the table.

Your eyelids remained just halfway down,“I understand plenty.”

“No, you don’t! You don’t understand that this is a really dumb decision! We’ve had so many great memories (Y/N), you and I!” his defensive tone morphs into a tone of love,“I love you so much, more than Total Drama ratings! And you give meaning to my life, more than any show I’ve ever hosted!”

There it is. He says all these words then treats you like a broken clock. You made sure he witnessed your sight tap on the papers you laid out for him.

“You’re totally being dramatic! In the worst way possible! I literally give you the life, not even middle class peasants can dream of, and this is what you do to me!?” he was raising his voice. The sign of desperation,“How do you think I feel? Have some respect!”

Respect, huh? You scoffed, rolling the pen further to him,“Oh I’ve tried to be respectful, Chris. In fact, I would much rather live as a “middle class peasant” than live with you any longer.”

He gasps, before snarling,“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do.” Chris was too arrogant to get physical with you, and you knew that. The worst he was gonna do is throw petty insults at you.

But he took a scarier approach. He wasn’t fuming or swearing or raving; a smile drew on his lips instead as he sprinkled sugar laced words in your direction.

“Awww. Don’t let your anger speak for you, darling. You know sooner or later, you’re gonna regret ending us like this. And I won’t let that happen. I won’t let you regret losing me. Losing us,” now he has your waist in his arm,“Come on sweetheart, talk to me. I know you just need someone to listen.”

Listen. Is that a fucking joke?

Adoration emitted from his eyes into yours,“We can talk about this. We can talk and exchange forgiveness like we always do. Because we love each other. We’ll come around to see eye to eye and I’ll forgive you for being so annoying.” His other hand begins to comb your hair,“We can forget this ever happened and I’ll even treat you to an awesome date night. I know you really love those, and I would be more than happy to give it to you, as your beloved husband.”

...The thought was tempting.

TAKE YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF ME.

But that was a lot more motivating.

“Nice try. Your empty promises won’t work on me this time.” you push him away. That’s it. You’re strong, you’re strong, you’re strong!,“I don’t need your money. Or your time. I can do fine on my own.”

He stopped running his hand in your hair. Oh, the pride you felt when you watched his bottom lip quiver! You could watch the scene over and over again.

Your instinct to smirk is quickly cowered when Chris shoves you away, thankfully not so forceful to make you lose balance completely as he huffed, that charming persona displaced by his true ugly.

“You want your stupid divorce? Fine!” He angrily scratches the papers with his signature,“There’s your stupid divorce! Now get out of my sight before I change my mind! Only a stupid whore like you would go through with making the awesomest celebrity in the world give up on you! You better not come crawling back after selling your body around for six dollars!”

Wow! Who knew he would resort to sexualising you in such a derogatory way to try get a reaction from you? “No... That’s not true! You know I would never do that! I’m more than just my body!”

“I’ll take the six dollars over you any day.” Hah! Who cares what he had to say? He’s not your husband anymore!

He gritted his teeth as he witnessed you leave his mansion one last time,“You’re ruined, you hear me!? I’ll make sure you lose your job and never find one again!” That’s not true. That’s not true,“I’ll see to it that you live on animal carcasses disposed by yours truly for the rest of your moping days, in conditions more suffocating than maximum prison!”

Such is the behaviour of a scumbag who lost control.

That was the right thing.

Thank Heavens you had your loyal friends and your own ethical job. If any of these things were different, even by a tiny bit, you probably would have still been stuck with Chris McLean. Chained. Trapped. Miserable.

This was the right thing.

You don’t want to think about what could have happened. The important thing was, you got out of it, and he wasn’t your problem anymore. Yet a part of you felt so dissatisfied with how the whole ordeal went. I thought I would feel more different... Why do I still feel something missing? Is this actually the end of our life together?

And your mind, learning from the worst, continued the cycle of torment. Was that really the best way to end things? Why didn’t you leave sooner? Was it really the right choice? Why did you waste so much with him? Were you still in love with him? Is it really too late to start over with love again? Did you really make the worst choice yet by leaving him?

You take a deep breath, and stare back into the eyes of the solitary woman, whose worth was still blinded by the thorns of that demon.

Her brain is pounding from the silence. This might take some getting used to.

You turn the tap on and sigh. For now, you’ll take a nice long shower.

#tdi #tdi x reader #total drama #request #td chris #chris mclean #chris mclean x reader #total drama chris mclean #total drama island chris #td chris mclean x reader #total drama chris

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n3kk1tty · 6 months ago

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Beasts of Santa Carla

This story includes a lot of original characters. Photos of characters and favorite scenes will be drawn. You can find their photos on the masters list along with the prologue and past chapters.

( Masterlist )

Original Characters: Yutaj , mentions of Veve, Volk

(Beasts of Santa Carla is a AU of the Lost Boys. It involves adult themes, poly relationships, and is definitely not made for the underaged. If you don't like poly content, queer representation, shipping of the boys together or heavy sexual themes and violence. This story is not meant for you and that's okay. This story is made solely for my own enjoyment and anyone else who's along for the ride. )

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5

You stare down at the mark on your wrist tracing it lightly with your finger tips. The chain tattoo a permanent reminder of the bet you had made with that foolish man. How could they barge into your life and demand you'd fall in love with them. It was a ridiculous notion to someone who had been alive for 181 years and had been treated cruelly by love. The last time you were asked to be courted was in the Victorian era when you were still young and foolish. This was a foolish endeavor in the end but at least it would keep you from being bored you thought as you stared at the sun setting. Laddie was ecstatic at the idea of you going on a date with Paul and Marko.

He had been dragging you around all day buying new shoes and makeup just for the event. You two had even gone into a fashion store in Santa Carla that served underworlders so you were able to snatch a new outfit from the current fashion trend for elves and angels. It was kinda fun running around with the child as you nervously looked at all the new things prepping for your first serious date since Queen Victoria was in power. You had plenty of wealth accumulated from the years working but you never had a reason to spend money on yourself frequently other than a passing want. So as you spoiled and taught your new little partner in crime you welcomed the change of pace with open arms nervously.

While Laddie was dragging you around Santa Carla all day playing dress up you had stopped in a witch shop after lunch. It couldn't hurt to present the pack with a courtish gift as a show of good faith and effort to this bet of romance. Though this gift was mostly for your own personal benefit. You place the carefully wrapped gift back into your pocket as you and the small Vampire walk the old steps down to the cave entrance. Laddie was running ahead excitedly with the makeup case as you swallow your nervousness and prepare for your first day of courtship. You were walking straight into the fire of the lion's den but you weren't going to be afraid. You were dead set on proving to David that this falling in love thing wouldn't happen plus you had to repay him for kissing your neck in the bath so an early wake up was for your favorite bottle blonde.

“WERE BACK! “ Laddie screams in excitement as the sun is swallowed by the sea and sleeping vampires stir. You shake your head at your trouble maker as you stand at the entrance before walking in confidently. “ I’m coming into your cave. Pardon my rudeness but I’m here for Paul and Markos date. “ You say in a reasonable tone pulling the young vampire with you to an old couch. You use the time to light up one of the barrels in the cave for lighting. Shushing the boy playfully, you ruffle his head gently .“ Laddie, it's impolite to wake people so harshly. You'll need to apologize to them when they get up, okay baby fangs. “

“ Okay big sis. I just wanted them to see your outfit I picked and the clothes I got!” You smile gently at the boy, hands caressing his chubby cheek. “ Well we don't wanna show them an incomplete look now do we. Why don't you help me put my makeup on before grumpy David ruins the surprise. “ Speaking of grumpy vampires, he was currently stammering out of his nest after Laddie's shouting had startled him awake. Following the sound of you two's hushed giggling and sweet scent wafting from the shared quarters of the cave. David stopped in his tracks as he looked at the sight of you on the couch smiling ear to ear as you walked Laddie through putting eyeshadow on your eyes.

“ Well good morning starshine did sleeping beauty enjoy his rest. I must have really tired you out for you to sleep past sunset though I guess when you don't work waking up on time doesn't matter.“ You teased David as you sensed him drawing closer. “ And I thought you'd be too scared to even enter our nest little moth. Must be bold to think I won't just keep you here while I have the chance. “ A fit of laughter bubbles out of your chest in response to the man. “ David, we are not on the same level. Plus I think I'd win our little bet quicker if you did.“ You flash your wrist at the man smirking as two blonde vampires come barreling out of the back towards you in almost comical manner.

“ A miracle must be happening Marko because there's an angel in the cave. “ Paul stretches out his arms along the back of the couch as he eyes your frame. The curly haired vampire whistles as he stalks behind David leaning against him.” Pauly I think you may be right. I do believe I see the most heavenly being in front of me now. “ You ignore them as you finish applying your eyeliner and massacre. “ You boys know damn well I'm no angel. Or do we need to go another round in the ring to prove it “ Paul Snickers as he moves in close to your ear. “ I could go all night with you in the ring. “ This comment sends shivers up your spine and a light blush to grant your face as you pinch the vampire's nose pushing him away from you.

“ No horn dog behavior In Front of Laddie. I ain't giving the birds and the bees talk today. Now shouldn't you be getting presentable for our date you so harshly fought for. You two smell like dogs. “ Marko pauses for a moment to sniff his pajama shirt before shrugging. “ Guess ocean rinse it is. “

“ Fuck no you ain't washing your ass in the ocean! What is with you hooligans and thinking that's a proper shower.” You stand up pulling the small item from your pocket looking around the room as you fume in annoyance. “ David y'all don't happen to have a door in this sink hole do you. “ A puzzled look crosses the three vampires as Dwayne comes around the corner lifting an old one up that's scribbled with graffiti. “ Princess I don't see how an old door is gonna help their odor. “ David chimes as you tug Dwayne over to a cleared wall for the door to lean against. “ If you give me a moment. I'll gladly show you your courtship gift as I seem to be the only responsible adult in this cave at the moment. “

David's eyebrow twitches at the comment but he can't chime in as Paul and Marko are currently smelling each other questioning who smells the worst. Maybe showering more frequently did need to occur. You thank Dwayne as he nods in response, a small smile to his face as your hand pats his arm. Fingers trace against a key of bone as you place it near the door knob. A keyhole appearing as everyone in the cave gathers around in amazement as unlocking can be heard before the door swings open revealing a bathroom within. “ Tada. Your very own bathroom with laundry facilities. Now for the love of all the underworlds below wash yourselves and clothes regularly like the rest of civilized society. Laddie cannot keep getting hose baths, it's getting outta hand. “

The five vampires rush in to explore as Micheal and Star inch closer in amazement. They had heard the commotion and had come to investigate only to be met with a mysterious woman opening a door against the cave wall into a futuristic bathroom. “ What is this? How is this. “ Marko says as he starts opening drawers full of things like band aids, medicine, hair styling products, and even makeup. Paul rummaged through the closet to see towels of all sizes in awe of the softness. Dwayne looks at the mirror feeling his face as he sees everyone's reflection. “ Not made of silver. Good attention to details, beautiful. “

“ It's the wonder of spacial magic. Most species utilize this now after it's founding back in the dark ages. All you need is the key to the room and anydoor you unlock with it will lead you right to this room. Even if the door is a graffitied old hotel door crudely leaning against a cave wall. “ The chaos twins rush through the other doors in the room to reveal a huge bathtub and a stone shower. Paul holds Laddie up in the mirror as they make faces and laugh something about it so sweet that a smile graces your face. “ So this and everything in here is a gift for all of us. We must be special to you. “

David looms behind you fingers tracing shapes into your back as he leans into your ear enjoying your scent. “ Laddie is special to me. And you must have not been taught proper etiquette in your lifetime as when you court someone it is polite to present gifts.” A hand snakes around your waist tugging your body against his form as he practically purrs into your ear. “ Seems a little extravagant for a simple courtship gift don't you think love. Or do you just like the idea of spoiling us. “ Your face heats up and annoyance finds its way quickly behind.

A sharp jab of your elbow gets the vampire off of you as he hunches slightly over from shock. “ It's because you feral hellions don't know how to properly wash your ass frequently. I can't even imagine how you use the bathroom or that you brush your teeth every night. Would it kill you to wash your coats you smell like old blood, body odor, and cigarettes.” You start tugging on David's cheeks as he returns the favor grabbing your horns as you two snarl at each other. One vamped out and the other hissing frustrations at the man mentioning cologne is not a bath. “Well how sweet of you to provide us the ease of this access. Maybe you should join us and take care of us sweetheart. You really seem to enjoy telling us what's proper. “

“ Oh gladly I'll whip manners into your behind. Though I think you'd like that too much , my bottle blonde. “ You and David start pushing out of the room into the cave as now you've acquired an audience in your little spat. “ Are you flirting or fighting?” Laddie says standing in the door frame. This gains a laugh from Paul and Marko as they have never seen David being treated like this. You and David freeze in your fight as your face is red as can be trying to not upset the little one.” We're definitely flirting, Laddie. We're getting along swimmingly; this is how romance works isn't it David.” David grabs your face placing an aggressive kiss to your lips, you growl back glaring at him as you press in further pulling back with a sloppy pop sound.

Your face is red as you hiss at the man a smug smirk on his face in his satisfaction. “ See, we were flirting, little man. Just some play fighting. “ You curse at the man in your native tongue high pitched clicking and chirping coming from your mouth as you growl. “ Wanna repeat that dollface didn't quite catch that. “ David's smirk grew larger as the blush on your face intensified, grabbing your wrist with your matching tattoos on full display. Marko jumps at the sight grabbing your arms holding the tats to each other. “ This totally isn't fair! We got our asses kicked for a date and you paid for a night now you have matching tattoos openly kissing and totally cosy with each other! Where's my kiss for my broken nose huh.”

Paul slides in grabbing the smaller vampires shoulder pouting himself. “ Yeah weres our kisses. We've been flirting with you all week baby.” You shrink into yourself as the three vampires circle you blush still heavily on your face. “ You two horn dogs can get kisses when you finally wash your ass! Now hurry up or we will never go on our date. “ The two run away from you laughing as you chase after them kicking at there bodies with your foot. The pair dodging haphazardly as Star and Micheal watch from the side lines both enamored by your sight. You were confident around the boys even though you were new and you didn't take shit from them something about that they liked.

They just couldn't figure out what you were as you definitely weren't a vampire nor were you human. “ If you two keep undressing me with your eyes I'm gonna catch a cold. “ Micheal and Star froze as you walk closer. Your scent was intoxicating to them and it definitely wasn't helping the hunger within them. “ We weren't meaning to stare.” Micheal said, turning away from your piercing gaze nervously. “ It's nice to finally properly meet you. I’m Star and this is Michael.” You grab Stars hand bringing it to your lips you place a kiss on her knuckles. This makes a feverish hue spread across her soft features .“ It's a pleasure to meet my sleeping beauty. Sorry our first few chats have been through pen and paper. You must be exhausted spending time with these boys all the time.”

You smile as you blatantly flirt with Star In Front of David knowing well the feeling of his jealous eyes burrowing into your back. You'd have to be stupid to not know David wanted you to treat him like this again but it's just too fun to get under his skin and knock his ego down a peg. This man was gunning for your heart and you weren't gonna make loving you easy for him but he liked this game and so did you. “ I enjoyed the letters and food you brought for me. It was kind of you to help me out when you didn't even know me. “ Star tucked her hair behind her ear as your smile grew wider the more jealousy you could feel from a certain blonde. “ Oh well of course. I don't mind spoiling a beautiful girl like yourself. I have plenty of money to provide and Laddie practically demanded breakfast before his teachings. If you don't mind I'd love to chat with you two to see how your education is going as well. “

You walk back over to the couch you were previously sitting on as Laddie opens the makeup case selecting nail polish to put on your nails. Micheal and Star follow sitting on the water fountain staring back at you as David sits in his wheelchair fuming. Dwayne lovingly pats David's shoulder before heading to do some laundry in the new washers you provided. “ Now handsome I can tell you're just dieing to ask me some questions, no need to be shy. I won't bite. “

“ Unless you want me to. “ You wink as the Micheal feels his heart skip a beat in excitement. “ Who are you. What are you. “ Your tail moves to display In Front of you spikes flailing up to be on display. “ My name is (Y/n). I don't have a human last name but I belong to the vermilion house. I am a succubus hybrid. My father is an incubus and my other father is a jorogumo making me a hybrid of an incubus and spider demon. “

“ Wait, you have two fathers. How does that even work? “ A eyebrow raises at the halfling's response, gaining a flicking of your tail from you. “ If you were reading the materials I provided in the section about Santa Carla residents you'd know succubi are a breeder species. We can bend our genders to our liking since birth and at will. “ Pheromones swirl around you before laying on the couch in front of them is you in your male form. You were bigger, more muscular, and had a deep sultry voice. “ And once we are marked and have mates. It doesn't matter if we stay in incubus or succubus with partners of the same matching gender. A simple kiss can cause a pregnancy to occur as once we are in heat cycles any shred of DNA can be used to make what humans refer to as sperm and egg cells. The beauty of a succubi is our ability to breed with almost anything; we can also produce offspring from multiple partners.”

You raised your hand transforming back into your female form as it suits you much better. “ I prefer my female form so I present it to mortals and immortals alike as female. “ Star looks on you with curiosity as David's eyes never come off of your form. “ What's those tattoos on you and David's wrist? They seem to be important for you to just now be revealing yourself to the group after hiding so much.” This question ignites a playful fire in you as make eye contact directly with David glaring back at him. “ A certain grumpy vampire thinks your whole group can win my heart. So we made a binding vow that I have to try spending time with you all in the chance we will fall in love with each other. While our little bet is going on I'll be your group's teacher and personal juice box of sorts. If he wins I become your mate permanently and obey him. If I win David gets to know the sweet defeat of being wrong and I'll know for certain love will never be possible for me. “

Pheromones swirl around you as you send them directly the vampire's way. “ But don't think I'll make it easy or that you get my blood and knowledge for free. I'm going to savor every moment getting personal and feeding off of you all. Specifically I'm savoring being a pain in David's ass till he caves and admits he can't love me. I just need one of you to say it and I'll be gone like smoke in the sky. “ David smirked evilly back at you staring you down. “ You keep trying to get under my skin but the more you deny your heart the more I'm going after it. “ Star and Micheal couldn't believe what they were hearing. You were trying to fall in love with everyone in the group because you and David made a bet. This is not what they wanted when they wanted your attention. They wanted your feelings to be genuine for them.

“ If you don't like David, why would you make a bet like that? What's stopping you from leaving and did you two not consider our feelings in the matter. “ Laddie looks up from painting your nails as he stares into Michaels, almost unnerving the poor boy. “ You can't break a binding vow Micheal. It's like breaking a pinky promise.“ The man becomes frustrated as he stands up in a huff. “ You can easily break a pinky promise. It's just as easy as getting up and leaving like we're doing now. “

“ I'd sit down if I were you. “ Your pheromones hit the pair of half vampires as their vision gets dizzy and they slump back down to sit on the cool water fountain edge. They cover their mouths as your scent was making them ravenous. They wanted to bite you, they wanted to do things to you, they craved you but your words angered Micheal like you weren't considering how he would feel about this. Just like David didn't care about how he felt about having to kill people to stay a vampire with him. “ I see you still need a little convincing Micheal that my words are true. I enjoy your feedback on the matter. I know this deal happened without your consent and that pisses you off but moving forward I promise anything between us will happen at a pace you're comfortable with. “ You stand above the brunette hooking your fingers together, you stare down into his confused longing eyes.

“ How about our first lesson, handsome? I show you what a binding vow is. “ You hold a piece of gum up between you as blood encircles your intertwined pinkies. “ Micheal I pinky promise I'll give you this piece of gum. “ A red line forms on your fingers as you pull away from him flashing the gum. “ And what will not giving me the gum do. I don't see the importance of this red line you've put on my finger.” You place your finger In Front of him as you pop the gum in your mouth biting down. Suddenly and violently your finger is absolutely obliterated right before his eyes like it had been pierced and smashed all at the same time. You winced as your blood sprayed the two in the face Micheal looked in horror at your mangled finger he just helped destroy.

“ People with power have a hard time doing what they promise unless something is on the line for them. So the heavens made binding vows. If a party breaks the vow depending how serious the vows deal is, say like falling in love. The more the punishment will be. “ You smile at the man as your blood flows back to you and with a sickening pop and twisting your pinky is back to it was before flesh healing before his eyes. “ And what's gonna happen if you don't follow David's bet or he doesn't follow it either. “ The blonde smiles behind his cigarette as he takes a long drag staring his favorite halfling down. “We will probably turn into inside out porcupines. “

You place a hand on Michael's head ruffling it a bit as the boy looks pale. “ Don't look so pale baby face. One may start thinking you care about us. It's best not to think about the deal in general. It only involves me and David playing a game of chicken. You can love me, hate me, I don't mind, I just hope we can at least be friendly for you and Laddie's sake. I’m only here because I'm bored and y'all are cute.” A soaking wet Paul suddenly lifts you in the air as a towel is tied loosely around his waste twirling you around as you squirm at the sudden wetness. “ I knew you couldn't stay away from our group's good looks. Us vampires are irresistible.” David rushes to help hold up Paul's towels as Laddie tries pulling you off of his older brother, you kicking and squealing in protest.

The tension in the cave has disappeared completely as the scene of you three. Star leaned against Michaels arm gently looking at the commotion and sharing a look with the boy. With just your presence you lightened the group up, especially the tension between David and the two. It wasn't a fight about if David actually cared what they wanted and it wasn't another night of being pressured by their companion to join them in eternity. It was just the group back to how it used to be before Michael, it was fun. It was intoxicating to be back in this peace. With David too busy with you that took the heat off the halfling's and to say they weren't planning to use you was a lie. They had planned to accept your blood and become day walkers and get themselves free from having to eat humans. They just didn't know how but with you not afraid of David and him currently at risk of becoming a porcupine they could relax.

They had a hard time standing up to him. He was controlling and sometimes forceful with what he thought was best for people he loved. It made it hard to hate him as he never did anything to the group outta malice but instead twisted devotion. You get tired of wiggling against the naked wet man as you let out a high pitch whistle which makes Laddie stop in his wake, eyes turning yellow and vamping out. Before anyone could process what is happening you give the child one command. “ Double team.” Laddie jumps up grabbing Paul's arm on you before he jumps swinging his whole body weight like a battering ram against Paul's leg knocking the vampire over. You place your legs on the ground in a stance grabbing Paul's arm before you use the momentum to fling him over your shoulder and onto the couch. David looks down in his hands where Paul's towel is and he instinctively drops it to cover Laddie's eyes.

He may have succeeded at saving Laddie's eyes but definitely not Star or Michael who got full front seats to Paul's show. “ How the fuck did you teach Laddie to do that. “ Paul says as he's flopped over upside down on the couch still on display as Star and Micheal are covering their eyes but laughing a bit at the display. Marko and Dwayne come out of the bathroom to the scene on the couch. The poor silent vampire almost drops the laundry basket while Marko starts laughing so hard he flops onto the floor. You grab the towel tossing it over Paul's unintentionally spread eagle as you let out a wolf whistle admiring his barness.

“ Guess you are a shower not a grower. “ Paul blushes a bit smiling with a wink before he gets off the couch. A fuming Dwayne hands him his freshly cleaned clothes before slapping his ass back into the bathroom. “ I leave to do laundry and you guys get into whatever the hell that was. “ You smirk at the man as David let's go of Laddie's face patting the kid on the back for the excellent leg sweep. “ In fairness you let the tall lanky blonde escape the bathroom unnoticed. Paul hasn't exactly been the one to think sometimes.” Dwayne grumbles at David but is just glad the chaos is subdued for now. “ I was busy keeping Marko from mixing all the soaps into one to use on his head. “

“ I would have smelt like the Ultimate soap. “ Dwayne shakes his head before you chime in. “You'll absolutely destroy your curls doing that. Also I got you stuff for your curls. Why is your hair still wet?. “ Marko innocently smiles up at you before blinking a bit tilting his head. “ I just let my hair air dry. “ Of fucking course he did. You shake your head. You will absolutely not stand by and let him do that to his beautiful curls. As a woman with a cousin who you've helped take care of her hair since y'all were small, you are appalled at this blasphemy. Grabbing the man from the floor you usher him into the bathroom, having Dwayne find you a stool or chair. “Laddie, can you bring me the products over there? Marko who has been taking care of your curls for you. “

Star stands in the doorway watching you gently looking the vampire over. “ Well Star was giving me help for a little bit but she's been pissed at us so I've been just doing it the way I used to. “ The girl looks away, ashamed as you shoot her a questioning look. “ And what would Star be mad at y'all for. “ Marko hums to himself looking over his shoulder to make sure David wasn't nearby to make a fuss. You get the picture and bring Star in the room shutting the door so no one could snoop on your impromptu therapy session. If you were gonna be around these vampires all the time you would put up with no drama from this. “ Ever since Micheal came she decided she doesn't wanna be a vampire with us anymore. Her and Micheal won't feed and for a while so wasn't Laddie. It was kinda scary, their energy dropped and they started feeling sick.“

As you put product in the man's hair you make note of the girl's uncomfort as she holds onto Laddie. “ If you don't wanna talk about it sweetheart with me around, you don't have to be here. Though I think it's important as a pack, you talk about your problems calmly. Why don't you wanna feed or be a vampire?. “ You pulse calming pheromones into the room as you don't look at her, letting her decide if she wants to talk or not. “ We miss the sun. We don't want to kill people to survive. You guys are used to it but we aren't and I don't think I ever will. “ You look in the mirror staring at the beautiful girl shaking your head.

“ And your solution was to starve yourself till you found a way to not be one? Star I know that it's not any of y'all's fault for not understanding your own people's society or diseases and such. That is a job your sire was supposed to do.” You pause to grab the brush to start forming curl clumps in Markos hair as you go back to work. “ But starving yourself halfing or not. You'll eventually cause insanity to yourself. When vampires aren't able to feed on human blood or demons for a long while even if it's just a cup of it every six months they risk getting a disease called madness. You'll become worse than an animal. An uncontrollable ravenous beast who won't stop killing till you're put down.“ Star looks worried as she looks down at Laddie, coming to realize the severity of what she had been doing to him when she had him refuse to feed. “ But we've been eating alot of protein and animals since you gave us those books. We should be fine. We've been doing better. “

“ Sorry to break it to you. But that's only a temporary solution especially for halfling's. You'll have to choose eventually and going back to human ain't really a thing that happens after becoming a vampire. It's an incurable disease.” Star shakes her head, panic lacing her words as Marko shifts his eyes to the side, not able to look at her. “ But the comics said. That if you destroy the sire you'll return to a human. “ Paul hears this from behind the door in the bathroom he was changing in and your hands immediately stop. You go stiff understanding exactly what she's implying.

“ And you believed a comic book written by mortals of vampiric knowledge they've been taught through grape vine encounters. Do you understand what you just implied? The level of treason you'd face killing your own kind in this town.” You put down the brush and in an instance you're grabbing her face looking her dead in the eyes as Star's face turns to panic tears threatening to spill but only the people in this pocket of space can hear her whimpers. Your eyes soften, unable to stand the look on her face. “ Star. If you kill any underworlders in this town you'll be hanged from the peers and executed in the worst way possible. Any humans caught killing underworlders in this town would also be killed the same and have been. That book is wrong and will only bring you downfall. It will harm you and everyone you love with statements like that. “

Marko snarls from the chair pissed at what he has heard and so does Paul but before either can say anything or move your glaring them down. “ You two listen to me now and listen good. I don't care if you've known me for a lifetime or a few weeks or a few fucking hours. Any of you two start a fight in this room right now I'll sure as fuck finish it. Now y'all three need to sit your asses down and fucking talk it out. This discussion is not leaving this room. “ Laddie runs from Star holding onto your legs as tears pool in his eyes. Your hand falls to his head as he whimpers into your leg. “ Why can't all of you go back to liking each other? Why does everyone always fight now? “ The boy shakes scared of another brawl about to break out. He hated when the pack fought and ever since Micheal came that's all they ever did. No one had time for him anymore until you showed up and here they were ready to fight again.

The three vampires look down at the boy. Was this what they were doing to him? Was this what all there back and forth had done to their little unit. Star used to smoke with Paul all the time and watch the night sky over the ocean. Marko and her used to make homemade jewelry for their outfits and they would help take care of animals together. Now look at them. They were at eachothers throats all the time and their relationship had soured to the point of not talking to each other. All of them were too selfish to think about Laddie's feelings in this. That's how he got away that night. That's how he ended up a day walker because everyone in the pack forgot about him or the care for each other and just worried about their selfish wants. Your tongue clicked in annoyance.

“ You are all being stupid and selfish. “ The three look at you in shock. “ Someone had to say it. Paul and Marko you two are dumb for not listening to your pack members' worries and concerns. Star your stupid for thinking a comic book gave truthful information and that murder was a solution to not wanting to commit murder.” You grab Paul and Markos' faces , shaking them side to side. “ Which by the way news flash only these fuckers are some of the vampires who still enjoy hunting. There's a ton of vampires who don't kill you guys are just too ignorant of your own freaking species society. Do you know how much blood banks make by tricking humans into donating blood for money willingly. All you have to do is go to one and tell them you're a vampire they will sell you blood at a discount.”

The three faces are in shock as you rant at them like a mother scolding kids who just fought over a toy for nothing. “ Star if you wanna walk in the sun drink my fucking blood, eat my flesh, you can even suck my blood like a juice box every night. You don't have to go commiting murder, or doing something stupid just to get your ass sunburned. You don't even have to ever drink a drop of human blood. I’m sorry I can't make you human but I'll be your willing supply of food as long as you'll have me. Just stop hurting the people who care about you and you two fuckers need to learn to push your feelings to the side and talk it out.“ Stars face explodes into blush as she stutters at your proposal. You come closer to her flexing your chest up at her making her head spin as you get closer determination on your face.

Paul can't help but laugh at the scene as it looks like your two seconds from giving Star a gay heart attack. Marko begins to chuckle as well as you continue to push yourself forward into Star so stupidly determined you're not even noticing your two seconds from motor boating the girl like an angry tiny bird puffing it's chest. “ And what's so funny huh! Can't you see we're having a moment. “ You look at the boys as Star buries her face in her hands, turning away from you. The boys now even further in a laughter fit at the scene causing Laddie to look up at them in confusion. “ She's totally been eyeing your tits all night and now your shoving them in her face telling her to eat you. “ Paul chokes out from laughter as he slumps onto Markos shoulder.

“ I mean I'm sure Star has been thinking of eating you in other ways. '' Marko pokes fun at the female vampire, the laughter replacing all the negative energy in the room and it feels like the relationship is being patched even if just a little. “ Shut up you two. Geez. Don't you have a date to go on. Shouldn't you be getting ready. “ Star punches Marko lightly as she picks up the diffuser, finishing up Markos hair for you. Laddie starts grabbing makeup staring up at Paul with sparkles in his eyes while the tall vampire immediately understands the assignment. You and the young boy get to work with Laddie putting on makeup with your assistance and you styling Paul's hair.

It had been quiet, too quiet. David had left to put his actual clothes on and to try and fail at flirting with Micheal again who had been giving him the cold shoulder. Dwayne could sense the mischief in the air as well, as they were sure no one left the cave. That meant that four people of the crew could be up to no good in that bathroom as it was entirely too quiet. As they open the bathroom door they don't even get a chance to react. All they hear is your voice saying “God said let there be light!” And then what can only be described as a mini flamethrower In Front of them as Laddie squeals in amazement on the counter. Paul and Marko are going ballistic in chaos at the flame and Star is looking on in shock and awe.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING IN THE BATHROOM. “ All five of you are sitting on the couch as Dwayne is spraying the bathroom with air freshener to get rid of the smoking hair spray scent as David chews you out for your pyromania stunt. “ Laddie asked what flammable ment on the hair spray. “ Paul says, rubbing the back of his neck. “ So (Y/n) had a lighter and she is responsible. “ Marko says, looking at the floor, not daring to look at his pissed off mate. “ And you two just went along with that! Laddie was in there !” David's voice is serious as he glares at you and Star down, her squirming in her spot while you confidently lean against the couch, legs spread out almost in a defiant stance.

“Yep” You reply putting emphasis on the end with a popping of your lips making the blonde glare down at you. He keeps making eye contact with you, getting closer as you blankly stare back, flipping your lighter around between your fingers. The man grumbles for you to explain yourself. “ If you had to know Laddie is more of a visual learner and kids will do stupid shit all the time why not do it with responsible precautions. I was holding the can and lighter plus the room has air conditioning and fire precautions in place. Anyone who could get hurt was standing behind me and well if I got my ass lit on fire I can just Heal myself up. So really you're blowing a fuse for nothing fussy fangs. “ David grabs your face roughly pulling you closer to him as his facial expression morphs vampiric and his tone low and threatening.

“ Just because you can heal yourself doesn't mean I want any of you hurt. You may not care about your body but I do. Now cut the shit and take this seriously. “ You look him in the eyes as you place a kiss on the tip of his nose laughing in his face as he looks confused and a little flustered at the display. “ Aw. David cares about my well being, how cute! You know David you're really hot when you try acting all angry with me.” Grabbing his face forward you place several kisses to his face as David is stunned and taken aback at the sudden affection. It's like the man is short circuiting as you've been not the least bit affectionate since yesterday and have been antagonizing him the whole time you've been around him.

With one last aggressive kiss to his cheek later and his face stained with blush, confusion, and lipstick. You pop up off the couch grabbing Paul and Marko in a rush while you walk back to the door against the wall pulling a paper out from your bra. “ Well it's been fun flirting with you Sweethearts but me and these chaotic boys have a whole night of mischief ahead of us. I'm just afraid there's not enough of me to go around for the night. “ You bite your finger drawing blood as you throw the paper to the door with blood on it. This causes the paper to turn black and dissolve into the door , demonic eyes and flesh taking it over as you fling the door open to a bustling market place beyond it.

Before David can protest and make it to the door you've already pushed the pair inside as you are closing it on the man winking to him you blow him one last kiss. “ You really shouldn't scold me In Front of the kid David. You know how much it turns me on” Just as he reaches the door it slams shut returning immediately to normal the paper And blood having disappeared as soon as it was shut. The man aggressively opens the door only to find the bathroom once again in there while a confused Dwayne and Micheal enter back in the cave after getting the bikes set up. Not only had you succeeded in flipping David's anger into extreme lust but now you had blue balled the man as well.

He didn't know whether he enjoyed this game with you or not sometimes. All David knew is the next time he saw you, you were definitely gonna have to take care of his needs.

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The night market was bustling with all sorts of underworlders and heavenly alike. Stores lined with demonic, angelic, and human goods while people walked by in swarms. It momentarily distracted the boys while you were bent over against the wall trying to catch your breath from what you had just done. You weren't thinking, fuck you weren't even processing what had occured till you placed that finale kiss. You absolutely did not want to acknowledge that you had not only kissed David affectionately or that you were actually aroused by his care for you. But you got such a rush of energy and excitement that you peppered that man's face like you were seasoning him with your affection.

The worst part is you weren't thinking when you did it. It all happened on instinct after that man lit your heart ablaze with the statement he was scolding you because he was worried of you getting hurt. It was dumb. It was a poor move on your choice and you were faking it till you made it trying to deny something in your heart was touched. If this was a dating sim that man just scored a point and you practically had stars in your eyes when those words came out his mouth. Though luckily you were good at bluffing for the most part and was able to run off before you could meet the consequences of your actions.

Paul and Marko are in awe at the site before them. They had been transported to a world they had never seen before and it was busting with life and creatures like them. It was like walking straight through a story book and damn they were hooked. Marko freezes before patting his body down slowly coming to realize not only was he not wearing his favorite jacket but neither was Paul as they didn't even have time before they were pushed out the door to snag them. “ Fuck our wallets are back at home.” The pair turn around to the stone wall you're leaning against to see the door completely gone. “ Oh shit. How do we get back. “ Paul says also coming down from his shock to recognize he also had no wallet on him.

Your head shoots up as you pray they don't make a comment on what had just happened instead hoping to get this date started and far away from what just transpired. You grab their arms leading through the crowd as you smile cheerfully. “ Don't worry about it! I have a copy of the bathroom key so if we use that we can enter straight back through that door. But let's not worry about that now. I don't know about you boys but I'm starving!” The boys are confused but they quickly forget about it as they enjoy the feeling of your arm intertwined with theirs. “ How are we gonna pay for food though? This doesn't seem like the place dining and dashing will go over well. “ Marko says, making note of the angry looking demons guarding their stalls and shops with pride.

“ Don't worry sillies. I’m paying tonight! My treat. I did kinda wanna apologize for breaking your nose Marko and almost crushing you with my ass Paul when we dropped out the sky. “ Paul smiles down at you cheekily as you strut along the streets. “ I think that would be my preferred method of leaving this world. “ The blondes laugh in unison as you smile gently back at them. “ I did wanna set some rules though you absolutely have to follow here. The night market is between the planes of existence so it's in a neutral zone. It's a lawless land held together by a code of sorts. Don't steal anything. Respect the staff. And if you start fights keep them outside the shops. “

As you say this you three witness a ghoul coming out in a bucket dismembered as an angry Harpy places him outside their store. A swarm of demonic children running up to it begin rummaging and eating through the pile of viscera. “ If not, you'll end up like that guy. Some necromancer will revive you but hope you have enough deadmans coins to keep yourself from slavery. This isn't really the place your money will be worth much anyway. The hells and heavens share a currency unlike the earth realm. “ Paul turns his head looking down to see a small devil child rooting through his back pocket. “ Hey! Scram kid!” The kid flashes his teeth at Paul in a huge smile before running off with his friends.

This prompts you to reach into your bra pulling a black card out. “ That is why I have bags of holding sewn into my bra. An old succubi stage trick we borrowed from clowns. “ Marko takes the chance to peek in your bra's pocket as you show him the strange bag glowing with items inside. “ That's awesome babe! What things can you fit in there!” You laugh as you walk into a shop showing him the pocket attached to your skirt as well. “ Well my bra I mostly use to hold makeup, money, or my lighter. If I wanna hold objects from our shopping trip I need to be able to put them in there without flashing my tits to everyone here. So I had my spare clipped into my skirt. “

You feel yourself tugged closer to the tall man's body as he whispers in your ear gaining a blush from you. “ Guess we will have to make sure not to undress you till we get home. “ You laugh pushing his face away as he licks your hand in retaliation. “ Well if it ain't my favorite regular! Where have you been (Y/n), I was worried you were gonna get thinner on me. “ In Front of you is a tall Yeti woman standing at the restaurant's entryway, her white hair tied back by a bandanna. You raise your arms up and happily allow the 8ft woman to lift you up swinging you like a limp cat as she greets you. The boys looked shocked as the woman let's you go patting your head with her huge hands like you were a child.

“ This would be my favorite place to eat in all the realms. This tall Yeti woman is my unofficial official godmother. “ The yeti woman proudly stands straight as she ushers you to a booth seat by the kitchen. “ How do you have an unofficial official godmother? “ Marko questions as he looks over the menu that's in a different language, you motion for one in English to the tall woman. “ Her father and aunt have come here since wee and small. They grow up in Yutajs shop, find mates, bring mates here, have babies, babies come here. Father gets drunk with newborn strapped to chest declaring me godmother. I am proud godmother. (Y/n) Where is Veve or wolf boy. Why bring vampires? “

You laugh as the boys try to decipher the image of an infant you strapped to your birth father's chest while drunk thinking of the implications of a parent doing such a thing. “ God mama meet two of the boys who are courting me. I figured for our first official date there would be no other shop who's food could compare to yours. “ The woman pauses before lowering herself down to the boy's eyes glaring daggers at them as she looks them up and down. Paul and Marko feel intimidated by her height alone but her bulging muscles and huge clever on her side also don't help. “ Tiny one. Last time courtship go horribly wrong. You sure these boys don't hurt you. God mama will gut them like fish if single hair is misplaced on your head. “

Paul audibly gulps as the yeti reaches for her clever before you grab the boys hands smiling at her. “ Don't worry about me, Yutaj. These boys are sweet, good boys. If you'd believe it they challenged me in combat for my hand in courtship and won. They are very strong. “ The woman gets closer before clapping her hands loudly. “ Aw! Proper yeti courtship! Lucky girl. You all must drink eat and be strong. I be right back!” The boys relax in their seats as they glance at the menus but back up to you. They could sense and see the past courtship comment made you uneasy for a second which worried them as the short time they known you, you hadn't ever cracked under the pressure.

“ Something bothering you sweetness? She mentioned you were hurt before. Do you wanna explain that to us? If not, you don't have to, okay?” Paul says grabbing your hand gently massaging circles into your palm as your leg bounces under the table anxiously. Marko slides in next to your side placing a hand on your shoulder massaging it as well. “ We just wanna know so we don't do anything to upset you when you're around okay. “ You look at them as you sigh a bit fiddling with fabric draping from your collar. “ This is only the second time I've been in courtship before. Courtship for succubi is a little more serious than just dating like humans due as matting is permanent for us. Let's just say the last one ended with some oni losing his eye and me spending the next 100 plus years running away from him and what happened. “

Marko tightens his fist in anger not knowing if he should push you further as your mood seems to be souring. They wanted to know you more. Know what brought you pain, what made you you. You had lived a life longer then there's and you know so much but it seems like you're keeping your cards close to your heart. They are staring at you and you know it. You don't want pity, you don't wanna be the victim forever. You just wanted to move on and this courtship was the first huge move you made in a long long time towards finding a sense of normalcy. You had settled in Santa Carla fifty years ago and was just now settled without being hunted down and hassled. You had friends, you had community, and you now were slightly comfortable at trying for love again. This was your opportunity to at least try to get a happy ending and stop living in the past. You sigh slumping back in the seat pushing them away.

“ For starters, thank you for the comfort but I don't wanna be touched when talking about it. I appreciate y'all trying to win me over. I really do. Just I stopped believing in love or any romance after what happened. Once you get your power taken away from you like that. You just never stop feeling powerless. No matter how much you get stronger, run away, or deny what happened.” You pause, taking a deep breath scratching your claws at your neck. Your foot thumps against the ground wondering if you should sour the night like this. Was it really their job to put up with your trauma? It happened ages ago. Why couldn't you just drop it. You hadn't seen that guy in over 60 years. “ Take your time. We are just here to spend time getting to know you. And if this is something you feel like we should know (Y/n) then feel free to let us know. “

Paul's words almost brought tears to your eyes with just how gentle they were treating you. They were strangers to you and they were treating you with such care right now. It was almost a complete contrast to how you had interacted with them before. “ When I was younger me and my cousin would sneak out of the underworld where we lived to explore the human world around the shrine my dads worked at. We eventually made friends with this oni boy who lived in the mountains around the temple. We all three grew up together and he would always tell me I'd be his wife when we were older. Of course I never did take it as seriously as I should have. “ A waiter comes with some water and you order appetizers while you try making it through this hard discussion. But a part of you knew maybe talking about it could help you let go of some of the pain it was causing you.

“ Well when I had my succubi urges finally kick in at eighteen we quickly discovered my hunger was much stronger then what one person could provide. I didn't know how serious he was about me being his wife, or how jealous he could be. When he found out I started feeding at brothels to keep myself alive after pre-saved essence stopped working, let's just say I found out the hard way how obsessed he was. “ This was painful to admit it was like a dam broke inside you. The words were flowing out of you like a nonstop ribbon and the more you tried to stop it the more came out as images of that haunting night flooded your brain. Part of you wished you could blame the two for mind manipulating you to be so open but truthfully it's just because you felt safe in the moment. You let out a laugh trying to stop yourself from breaking as you had no clue why you were being so open but it felt so right.

“ The only reason I got away that night unmarked was because I was able to claw his eye out before he had me completely pinned. These collars aren't full proof, a strong enough person can get through them and that was proven. Everytime he finds where I am without fail he shows up trying to force me to be his. He followed me halfway around all the realms, slaughtered anyone who was even slightly close to me, and has tried everything he can to get his hands on me. The only reason he hasn't succeeded is because I’m fast and constantly evolving to keep up with his endless pursuit.“ You reach in your bra pulling out a hand rolled joint with your red herbs in it gulping in the calming smoke as you could feel your anger bubbling. Trying hard to cope from your information dumping as the boys stair in a mix of sadness and anger. “ So if you wanna do something to avoid triggering me just don't try and fuck with my neck or collar. I'm happy y'all want to go the low and slow route but I think if you ever tried to get my collar off I'd kill you all before I even had a conscious second to think what I was doing. I'm that broken from this nonstop nightmare I've had to endure just because some fucker loved me. Now I don't wanna talk anymore about this depressing shit on our date. I've ruined the night enough. “

You look down at the table as the waiter comes with your food asking if you'd like anything else. You dismiss him stating you're not as hungry as you thought you were, sipping your water as you dare not to look at them. The table is silent as the boys contemplate the information they were given. Brewing in anger at the hard life you must have had just trying to keep away from that bastard. It was no wonder why you were being so push and pull with the group. You were trying to break past that trauma but it seemed like it was easier said than done. Marko takes the straws from him and Paul's drink as he fits them to his fangs. You two look up at the curly blonde only to try and choke back a laugh as Marko stares at you declaring very seriously he was not a vampire but a walrus now.

“ What's wrong (Y/n) can you not love me in my new found Walrus-ness. My fangs can not dare pierce your gorgeous flesh as my tusks are too long. Behold them in their glory. “ The man trys to take a drink of his water but can't get the cup closer to his mouth, choosing to instead try and fail smacking his mouth to it. Your mood lightens as you begin to giggle and chuckle as he keeps attempting to drink with the straws in his mouth insisting he is infact a walrus. “ Hey! That was my straw you jerk. You're getting your spit on it.“ Paul tries reaching across the table to retrieve it from his mates mouth only to have his hands batted away furiously. “ This isn't a straw, these are my tusks! How dare you try to take my walrus pride from me.” Your face turns red from trying to hold in laughter as the two bicker and fight across the table slapping each other's hands away before the straws fall out coated in saliva.

“ Oh no! My tusks!” Marko pouts as Paul scrunches his face at them deciding he doesn't want his straw back after all, trying to wipe Markos spit back on him. This causes you to completely break into a fit of laughter at their attempt to cheer you up. These boys were nothing but dorks after all and had done their best to cheer you up. You fall onto Markos shoulder giggling as you try reaching for the food at the table deciding that tonight's going to be fun no matter the hiccups as long as you were with these two. The pair join in your laughter and you spend the rest of the time in the restaurant enjoying stuffing yourselves full before your next adventure of the night.

When it's finally time for you to pay and leave, Yutaj comes running from the back with a drink for you. “ What is this?” You look down at the mysterious thick pink liquid in the small shot glass as the Yeti woman proudly smiles. She pats your back harshly telling you to drink quickly before it gets cold. Raising an eyebrow but not one to turn down a free drink you down it as the boys watch. “ Tis fertility drink. Must be strong for marriage and child birth. “ You almost choke as the tall woman states this and the boys bust into laughter as your face goes bright red. “ WERE NOT MATES YET! Jesus Yutaj are you trying to ship me off to the wedding bells already! “ The tall woman laughs ruffling your head in her hands. “ God mama, just happy to see tiny one finally smiling again. Good husbands make you smile and laugh for rest of your days. I approve of these two, must bring others for God mamas judgement though. I good sense of character.“

You leave the restaurant with the boys teasing you calling you their tomato faced bride placing kisses to your forehead as you elbow them in the sides making your way to the arcade. You three spend some time exploring the game floors and looking at all the stuff to do before you start hoping onto machines eagerly. Paul and Marko become extremely competitive at the racing games hurling insults and trying to rile each other up while you keep eyeing the cute stuffed animals in the claw machines behind you. You three start racking up tickets in a huge pile as you play through game floor after game floor enjoying your time filled with competitive banter and light flirting. You show your skills off in pacman, street fighter, and waca-mole. You are able to effortlessly defeat Paul and Markos score while they do better in other games. Marko being way better at frogger, shooting games, and skeeze ball while Paul kicks both your asses in racing games, air hockey, and basketball.

By the time y'all make it to the prize counter you're holding a pile as tall as you. Paul uses his share to snag a gaming console on the top shelf for the pack to enjoy at home while you use your tickets to try and get things for the others. Marko noticed you had been eyeing all the stuffed animals in the machines but you never stopped to get one for yourself. You hadn't even used your tickets on yourself at the prize counter. So while you and Paul are laughing shoveling your items into your bag of holding talking about how much everyone will enjoy the stuff you got them Marko turns to the biggest stuffed animal he can find.

“ Hey babe what did you get?” Paul says looking up to see a bear that was almost Markos height staring back. It was black with red eyes and had horns and a tail. The only way he knew his mate was behind it was Markos curls just barely sticking out from the top. “Tada! For our tomato bride a big stuffed animal that you can cuddle when we aren't around to help you sleep. “ You stare at the bear and the two blondes as your eyes almost sparkle looking at the big thing. You had eyed it earlier but didn't want to seem childish for wanting soft things. Tears pricked your eyes as your face flushed, emotions hitting you strongly. Without thinking you tackled both the bear and Marko to the ground as you feverishly squeezed the life outta the bear rubbing your face on its softness. When you pulled away your smile was from ear to ear as your tail swayed in excitement.

“ I love it Marko! I’m gonna name him brownie batter and he's gonna go on my bed when I get home. “ Markos stares at your face as his heart flutters in his chest. In this moment it felt like the world stopped and there was nothing but you and him. He swore to himself he would do anything to make you smile like this more often as his gaze softened on you. “ I’m glad you love it sweetheart . You know your face is the most beautiful when you smile like that.” His hand gently scooped against your face as he felt the warmth radiating off from your body. The air between you was electric as your gazes met and before you could think you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

Soft and plump lips pressed gently to glossed ones in a feathery embrace. When you pulled back your brain was light and fuzzy as you felt on cloud nine. Before you could think you were being hosted off the ground by the taller blonde who excitedly peppered both your cheeks with kisses and praise squealing about how cute you and Marko were but he wanted some sugar too. Marko gladly obliged, kissing his mate back with passion as you froze in place. The pair stopped to look at you wondering if maybe this was too much. You shyly scooped Paul's face down to yours as you gently kissed his lips. He let you guide the pace and with a quick soft moment of affection you pulled away before hiding your face in your bear refusing to talk to the either as steam came out your head.

“ I need a drink!” You shouted quickly turning from the pair darting away towards the nearest bar as they gladly skipped behind you allowing you your space to process what happened. When you three did finally find a joint to hit up for some liquor it was a struggle to get your new plush friend tucked away into your skirt pocket. Just as the last of his plush limbs tucked into your skirt your attention was pulled to the crowd at a table cheering with thunderous roars and chants. You three weasel into the crowd staring down at what was going on and at the table sat a dwarf, red oni, and orc. Your heart caught in your chest for a second but relaxed instantly as you knew that wasn’t your one eyed harasser.

“ What are y'all doing?” Paul asks the demon imp next to him who points at the wall where the most breathtaking electric guitar that Paul had ever seen stood hanging. “ There having a drinking contest for that guitar there. It's a one of a kind handcrafted instrument from Lucifer himself. Shit sucks, these three losers probably gonna win it”. Marko made note of Paul's staring instantly, agreeing with his mate how cool the instrument was and deciding if it was a drinking game he'd gladly win to gift his tall man that awesome instrument. “ Is the game free to join in?” The imp looks at him like he's crazy before a wicked smile appears on his face. “ Fuck yeah anyone crazy enough can join!” The crowd cheers as Marko sits down at the table filled with shot glasses stacked in all sorts of manners and succubi and imps bringing out shots on platters.

You finally snap out of it to realize one of your crazy bastards was at the table. You push close to lean down in Markos ear as he makes motions hyping the crowd up while Paul cheers him on as well. “ What do you think your doing!?” You whisper in his ear as the others smirk at him. “ I won you that teddy bear now I'm winning Pauly that guitar.” The blonde smiles at you as the glasses of alcohol are dishes out to opponents. “ Yeah I can tell that. But you do know what this game is and who your opponents are right?” The blonde is still innocently smiling at you as you take that as a definite no. “ They are playing devil's towers. You all have to drink the same alcohol proof level and stack the shot glasses ontop of eachother. Those are the three most alcohol tolerant species known to the realms and you're a cocky vampire.”

Marko quirks an eyebrow at you as he takes a shot of the liquor he was handed, it burns his throat momentarily with a slight sweetness coating his mouth, he knocks it back quickly before definitely putting the glass on the table before you. “ What's got you worried babe I'll be fine. I drink plenty enough. And besides, the rules seem simple. “ You can feel your annoyance grow as you step back allowing this man to learn his lesson the hard way as you pull Paul in close. “ I bet three shots in and you're carrying the drunk bastard home. I ain't giving no one piggy back rides tonight in these heels.“ Paul rubs your back looking down at you as Marko takes a second shot stacking it, the crowd cheering in response. “ Why's that hun. It looks like he's just shooting back a cloudy liquor, can't be that bad. “ You turn to the table counting down after Markos third shot before both you and Paul hear a loud thump followed by a babbling vampire and the three demonic men laughing at him.

“ Because that's definitely 200 proof shots he's taking.” Paul's face goes white as he retrieves an extremely drunk Marko who's about to puke as you shake your head in disappointment. “ That's what that sissy vampire gets for trying to drink with us real men. “ The oni chokes out as the other two men laugh with him in agreement. “ Hey sweetheart! Why don't you take a ride on something bigger then a tooth pick tonight. How much you cost for a night anyway whore.” The man reaches to try and fondly your ass as Paul instantly vamps out giving a nasty growl to the men, Marko growling as well through his stupor. You pat their shoulders reminding them they can't start fights here and that it's fine as your spiked tail smacks the drunkard's hand away. Paul softens a bit as he kisses Markos head beginning to walk away as you follow. All of a sudden a shot glass hits the back of Paul's head making you turn with a stare to the table of degenerates.

“ I ment to hit the little succubi slut but hitting the fruit bat there's even better. Running like a bunch of cowards. “ That was the last straw. You could put up with being degraded and treated like nothing but an object. But you'd be damned before you let anyone hurt these men who have done nothing but been nice to you all night and respected your boundaries. “ Actually Paul. You and Marko take a seat. I'm getting you that guitar baby. Mama has some trash to take out first though. “ The crowd cheers as you sit down at the table, a smile with so much ill intent behind it even the gods would be afraid plastered to your face. “Darlin, could you put fruit syrup in my shots? I prefer to actually enjoy my drinks. If you don't mind, are there any limitations to how someone can stack the shot glasses?. “

The imp woman smiles at you as she explains the rules to you. Last one standing with their tower still up and not boozed out wins. If your tower topples, you're out. If you pass out from alcohol or tap out you lose. You puke or get up from the table, you're out. You can use any ability to stack the glasses but you can't glue them in place. The woman smiles as you kindly thank her twisting your neck side to side with a sickening crunch. “ So the fruit bats whore gonna win them their honor back. Can't wait for when you get too drunk to make it home girlie. We will see if your little boy toys can keep you safe. “ The Red Oni smiles at you showing his yellowed teeth with a malicious tint in his eyes as you stop yourself from impaling him right there and then.

As soon as the tray comes out you down three shots right In Front of the men beginning your tower with confidence. “ Oh excuse me should I be going slow for you limp dicked fucks. I know how the senior citizens have a hard time keeping up.” The three growl slamming three shots in quickly behind you as it's changed from a slow paced game to a race to keep up. As the men take shot after shot trying to follow you knocking one after the other you pause to slit your wrist in front of them as blood oozes on the table. “ What the fuck are you doing!” The dwarven man stairs in horror as a giggle escapes your mouth. The blood bubbles and moves before a swarm of leaf cutter ants start to pull themselves out of the rusty pool. You knock back another glass as you pass the shot glass to your writhing black pile. Your little buddies take the glass and gently stack it in a stable position on your tower.

“ Sorry my hands just get so tired from having to stack these glasses. Having my ants do it is so much easier.” The dwarf makes a face at the pile turning away to try and not puke. The orc gets upset waving down the servers in a rush. “ Is this really fucking allowed!? Doesn't that count as someone else stacking the glasses for her!” The imp woman smiles evilly as she places more fruity shots In Front of you. “ Not at all. They obviously came from her blood so they are part of her. Would you like to fold sir? There is no rules against the matter. “ The man gets furious and before he can think his leg bumps the table knocking down his roughly stacked tower. “ Aw what the fuck!?” The bar keepers drag the orc out the bar cussing and fussing, tossing him in the alley like trash. The other two stare at you as you lazily down shot after shot. Making your tower quickly hit fifty. The dwarf keeps trying to avoid staring at the ants as they gingerly stack the glasses in a stable manner.

“ What's the matter? Don't like bugs, dwarven boy?” The man stares at you in horror as you open your mouth, centipedes, beetles, and worms wiggling in a furious frenzy before you slam your teeth down with a sick crunch in front of him. Blood oozing from your mouth in a sloppy display. This causes the man's stomach to flip as he runs from the table trying to make it out before he vomits. Paul is a little freaked from the display as well but impressed with how quickly you are knocking out shots and opponents. Your poker face was strong as you funneled shots down your throat like a conveyor belt. It was the rare occasion you were happy your father had taught you his drunken ways. If this man knew who your father was you were sure the whole bar would shudder at even the utter of his name. Devkar of The Vermillion clan.

In his younger days he traveled the globe bar hopping from country to country; relm to relm drinking whole communities dry while sleeping with any man who was even slightly feminine. Devkar would start fights and leave a wake of destruction wherever he went in his storm of chaos. It honestly surprised everyone he ever settled down and had a kid, let alone with only one partner. You knew your dad's dirty tricks and you were putting them to good use with the abilities he had given you. Your father was a master healer and had learned every healing magic he could get his hands on for one sole purpose. He'd use his ability to continuously heal his liver so he could out drink even gods. You weren't that dedicated as he was but flesh manipulation was your specialty so while it appeared you were drinking the shots you were actually funneling them into a makeshift organic bottle inside your torso right now.

The ants were made when you were mostly sober so they could keep doing their task while you attempted to keep the alcohol from hitting your bloodstream as much as possible. This meant you had to have complete focus on what you were doing as the drunker you got the more difficult it would be to keep this little trick going. “ Your little bug trick ain't gonna work on me little bitch. “ The oni man slurred as he was starting to show effects of being dangerously intoxicated making it difficult for him to stack his glasses in an effective manner. Your plan was working perfectly. You may not be as strong as your opponents but in a war strength wasn't always the winner. You had great knowledge of many different species from working frequently with customers and knowing what could make them break was pushing you in favor of winning.

Orcs were clumsy, big, and easy to anger. Making the orc knock over his tower in an angered state was the easiest way to defeat him. Dwarfs were strong drinkers and huge eaters but none of their cultures recipes ever included bugs instead usually involving meats and cheeses. So You had made a bet that you'd have to get the dwarf to vomit to win against him and you were right. Usually it unnerves non insect based creatures the idea of having live squirming insects in their mouth so your trick worked in flipping his stomach. Now for your last obstacle was the Oni. These fuckers could drink a lot but there was one biological trick to knock them out you learned from your father. Make them drink quicker then their muscles can burn or process out the alcohol and keep them talking so they don't notice before the huge amount of alcohol infused blood slams straight into their brain. This way they wouldn't notice and slow down preventing you from getting them too drunk to continue.

You smirked as you took your 70th shot as the man struggled to keep his eyes focused and hands from shaking as he hurled insults at you. You leaned against your palm making a gun shaped hand jester at the man. “ Bang!” The oni collapsed face first into the shot glasses as the crowd exploded into cheers. You let your ants return to your body as you stood up confidently grabbing the guitar before you looked at the imps and succubi for permission. Obviously this man had been treating them like shit before you got here so while he was passed out you'd do this one thing for your fellow service workers that they probably wanted to do to him all night. You transform your leg into an armored thorned boot as you stand over the collapsed giant.

Paul, Marko and the crowd cheered in joy as you repeatedly slammed your thorned foot into this man's crotch. Blood went everywhere as the crowd went crazy with patriots and staff alike singing praise for the abuse after you dish out sick blow after blow crunching visceral hitting the floor in a wet hot pile. When you finally do decide to stop, the man finally starts groaning in his drunken sleep as you are sure he will never get to reproduce unless he pays someone a pretty penny to fix him up down stairs. Though you are sure he's gonna be black listed from the night market after making enemies with almost everyone in this bar. You hand the boys the guitar and key home as you go use the bathroom to empty the liquor out of your torso as it starts leaking into your bloodstream. Unable to keep it together anymore, once you and the boys make it out of the line of sight of the bar you collapse face first as your body instinctively relaxes. All the liquor hits you at once and now you are too drunk to even stand let alone comprehend the following events.

Paul stares in shock as Marko bursts into a fit of drunken giggling, joining the curly blonde as you talk incoherently in a drunken babble. “ Oh sweethearts. What are we gonna do with you too? Time to get your drunken butts to bed. “ Paul gently smiles as he scoops you up in a piggy back as Marko hooks his hand to Paul's belt loop. The night ends with two giggling demons clinging to each other in a hazy bubble of joy and alcohol as Paul gently guides you into the nest in the cave whispering his praise for you both just as the others get home in time for the drunken chaos to begin.

Else were an abused drunk oni stands before a throne of skulls as his king stares down at him in disgust. Behind the man is your portrait in a golden frame. The drunkard in a fit of rage points to the painting shouting. “ THAT'S THE WHORE WHO DID THIS TO ME! THAT VAMPIRE DICK SUCKING BITCH-” Before the man can even utter another breathe the king crushes his skull in an instant blood and brain matter shooting out as everyone bows in fear before him. “ How dare you defile my bride with your filthy words and presence. You will pay with your life for tainting her light with your existence.“ The man turns to the painting staring at your faded image in a passion. “ Soon my goddess. You've returned to me again.“

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