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InvisoBang 2023 - Dawn Of Influence - Chapter 7

Title: Dawn Of Influence Chapter 7 Title: Thinking About It Makes It Worse Summary: Danny is in his senior year of high school. His life, even with his still secret half-ghost nonsense, has settled down to a new, but manageable normal. That is until one day he starts to notice something is off. He doesn’t feel right, so he tries to find out what’s going on. His ghost form is changing but he has no idea what it’s changing into or why. Characters: Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Clockwork, Pandora, Frostbite Total Word Count: 17,010 Trigger Warnings & relevant tags: Mystery, Horror, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Ghost King Danny Fenton

You can find my fic on ao3 and read chapter 7 down below the cut!

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | [you’re here] | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12

SUPRISE ART!!! o((>ω< ))o I had no idea this one was going to happen at all

Danny sat patiently while the phone rang.

It rang again and his leg started to bounce.

It rang again.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Voicemail.”

“Hi, you’ve reached Jazz Fenton. I can’t come to the phone right now so please leave a message after the beep.” Jazz’s pre-recorded voice said after the fourth ring.

“Uh, Hi. It’s me.” Danny started awkwardly. He did not plan for what to say if this went to voicemail.

What was he supposed to say here?

He can’t just say his new arms grew in. What if someone else here’s this?

“I, uh, you said to call, if it uh, happened? And it happened. So I’m calling you. Bye.”

He hung up as quickly as he could and just stared at the wall ahead of him.

Voicemails were the worst.

Tucker patted his knee sympathetically, “Good job buddy. Nice and vague. Keep ‘em guessing.”

“I didn’t know how else to say it without saying it,” he whined.

“We should really get better at code words or something,” Sam said with a shake of her head.

Danny slouched in his seat, “Those only work if everybody knows what the codes are.”

“He’s not wrong.” Tucker agreed.

Sam just rolled her eyes.

“Now what?” Danny asked.

“I could order the pizza and we can go back to the movie while we wait for her to call back?” Sam suggested.

Both Danny and Tucker nodded in agreement.

“So one Veggie and one,” she gagged playfully, “meat lovers. Anything else?”

“Can we get a Hawaiian with mushrooms and extra olives?” Danny asked.

“Still don’t get that combination, but okay,” Sam noted.

“Also breadsticks, no cheese sticks. Garlic Bread? Yeah.”

“You good?” Tucker asked.

Danny turned to Tucker, “Oh yeah, sorry. I just got really hungry all of a sudden.”

“You did just grow two new limbs today,” Sam said.

“Technically they’ve been growing for weeks. They just finished today.”

“Whatever, I’m ordering now. Go eat some chips or something.” She pointed to the bar on the back wall.

How did he ever forget about the snack bar?

He wandered over to the bar, grabbed an oversized bowl, and just started adding a little bit of everything. Potato chips, pretzels, hot Cheetos, veggie chips, baby carrots, some gummy worms, both sour and regular, and to top it all off, he drizzled some chocolate sauce on top.

Despite being totally okay with sharing his snack mix, his friends did not want any. He didn’t get why, it was delicious.

Oh well, more for him.

They kept the movie paused until the pizza arrived just in case Jazz called back while they waited.

Once they had their food they figured they might as well finish the movie.

After devouring most of his snack and half of a pizza Danny got himself nice and comfortable on the couch. He did not want to move anymore today.

The familiar sounds of the movie mixed with a full stomach and a very comfortable couch, Danny was asleep before he knew it.

Of course, he didn't know he had fallen asleep until he was woken up.

"Oh sorry dude," Tucker apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Danny wasn’t quite awake enough for words so he just focused on blinking the bleariness out of his vision.

"You sure he’s actually awake?" Sam whispered to Tucker.

"I can call back later." Jazz said.

When did his sister get here?

Oh wait, she said call.

That's right! He was waiting to talk to her!

Now that he was fully awake, he reached for the phone in Tucker’s hand.

"Never mind, he's up," Tucker said before handing Danny his phone.

Danny placed the phone to his ear and started to pace as he spoke. Partly to wake himself up and partly because of the things he was about to talk about.

“You got my message?” Danny asked.

“I did receive it, yes. Not really sure what you were saying but did get it.”

Danny sighed, “It wasn’t that bad was it?”

“I get you want to keep things private but I literally had no idea what you were trying to say. I spent like twenty minutes trying to figure it out before I called.”

He didn’t really know what to say to that, so he kept quiet.

“Anyway, I’m assuming it’s important since you called.”

“Yeah, it’s just um,” he paused and looked at his friends, they were keeping busy by trying to pick what movie to watch next.

He walked to the bathroom and leaned against the counter, “My arms came in.” he said simply.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said with a shrug she couldn’t see.

“Are you near a mirror?”

“Uh, yeah. Why?”

“I think you should take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

He turned around and faced the mirror.

Blue eyes looked back.

Fenton looked back.

A little tired, hair a bit of a mess, lanky.

The same as he always looked.

He shifted into his ghost form.

His aura reflected off the chrome and tile making the room even brighter. He considered turning the lights off but stopped himself.

Standing in the dark wasn’t the point.

He kept staring himself in the eyes.

“Danny?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me what you see.”

“Green eyes, white hair. teeth.” he hesitated, “fangs.”

“Keep going.”

He reached up and touched the tip of his ear, “pointy ears,” his gaze drifted to his hands, his gloves had changed since he had last seen them. They were fingerless gloves now. He guessed that was better than being stretched out or ripped apart, “claws.”

“What color?”

“Dark green. It keeps getting darker.”

“It’s okay, Danny. Look back in the mirror.”

He didn’t know how she knew he wasn’t looking but he did what she asked. He locked eyes with himself again.

“Keep your eyes on your reflection and look down. Slowly.”

He swallowed but did as she asked. Maybe a little too slowly. He wasn’t sure.

He didn’t really want to see it.

His new hands, the lower set, were gripping the edge of the counter.

His hands were pitch black.

Why did they keep doing that?

What did it mean?

“Danny breathe.”

It wasn’t until she said something that he realized he wasn’t breathing normally.

He closed his eyes and pulled his hands away from the counter.

“Can I turn back now?”

He wasn’t really sure why he was asking.

“Go ahead.”

He took a breath and sat on the floor as the rings of his transformation washed over him.

“You did good, little brother.”

“Did I?” He looked at his hand, his normal human hand. It sure didn’t feel like he did good.

“You want me to come home this weekend?”

“What? No, I’m fine!” he answered a little too quickly.

“If you don’t want me to start driving right now, you should tell me why you didn’t want to look.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You didn’t need to.”

He could hear her bed creak as she stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?”

He heard her keys scrap against something wooden, probably her desk.

“Jazz seriously, you don’t need to drive all the way here.”

She jiggled her keys by the phone to make sure he heard.

She couldn’t just come home for this, there was no need for that.

“I don’t know! It was weird.”

The keys stopped jingling.

“What was weird?”

“It’s just,” he sighed as he tried to think of how to explain it. “It’s like the accident all over again.”

“How so?”

He floated upwards so he could still sit but also see himself. “When I looked into the mirror the first time and saw green where there should have been blue I,” he stopped.

“You what?” she pressed.

He closed the door and sat back on the floor again.

“I didn’t know who I was looking at. There was a stranger there. He almost looked like me but he wasn’t.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest and kept going, “That’s why it was so easy to go by Phantom. New name for my new face. I got used to it obviously. I’ll get used to this too I guess.”

“But you don’t want to?”

“Why would I? Why should I? Why do I keep changing? Why do I keep getting weirder? Why can’t I just be normal?”

He took a breath and apologized.

“You don’t need to apologize. I don’t mind listening.”

“Thanks.”

“Have you talked to your friends about this?”

“Why?”

“Because they are your friends?”

“It’ll just start a fight.”

“Why?”

“They don’t get it. They never have.”

“Never?”

“Not when I first turned into a ghost and not now that I’m turning into a monster.”

“You’re not a monster Danny.”

“You sure about that? Because the fangs, claws, and extra set of arms beg to differ. And of course, let’s not forget the added bonus of the literal horns that are still coming in!”

He stood up and started to pace in the cramped bathroom. “Because being a ghost wasn’t bad enough now I get to look like a demon. Just what I always wanted.”

“Just because you look different, doesn't change who you are.”

“Easy for you to say!”

He has no idea what her reply to that is because he doesn't just hang up on her, he crushes his phone in his fist.

He doesn't need to look in the mirror to know his eyes are green.

He shouldn’t have gotten so angry.

He shouldn’t have shouted.

He regretted breaking his phone.

He tossed the useless tech into the trash and walked out of the bathroom.

His friends make a good attempt at looking away as if they weren’t just eavesdropping.

“Can one of you message Jazz and say I’m sorry?”

Tucker squinted at him from his seat on the couch, “Why can’t you do it?”

Danny just smiled nervously.

“Oh my god, you broke your phone?! How did you do that?”

“I held it too tightly?”

“Geez maybe keep a better eye on that strength of yours. You already broke the bathroom earlier.” Sam teased.

Even though it didn’t really feel like a tease.

Because he had broken things. The tile wall was busted because of him. The shower curtain was damaged because of him. The tub was dented because of him.

All he did was break things.

He ruined everything he touched.

How did that not make him a monster?

#danny phantom #phan fic #invisobang 2023 #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley

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froothjuce · 11 months ago

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The youtube mobile channel page redesign is fundementally wrong (big suprise, i know) (longe post)

why the hell is the banner in a box. just put the last fuckin vestige of customization we have left in an even smaller box so it looks like shit. fucking of course. its called a fucking channel banner they literally had it put together so it fit to the screen and it looked fine but NOOOO everything gotta conform to their "shove everything in fucking rounded boxes" aesthetic because fuck you and common decency i guess.

so heres the previous layout, courtesy of an old screenshot i took

and, like, this layout works. the spread fits well and acts as a good divider on the header on initial appearance

frankly in general I'm just tired of people rounding edges that really shouldn't be rounded

they did it to the video player on desktop, and i dont care if all you miss is like 15 pixels, its still really dumb just in concept

they want everything to be as bland and inoffensive as possible for the fucking adwords money, and they're applying the same principle to their fucking web design. they are burning our balls off for the insurance money.

this website is the only thing making me realize i'm not taking crazy pills and that literally everything is getting worse in more ways then even most people are talking about.

and you wanna know the fucking cherry on top? of all of this? here's the previous layout before that.

(only image i could find on short notice.)

…thats right. the new layout is just a much shittier version of the older one. like, i could get behind left aligning the icon. cause thats how they do it on desktop, it makes sense, you know?

and double guess, lets go back to the original goddamn One UI layout, the initial "taking the horse of user customizability and fun out back and shooting it to death." inciting incident.

(ignore that this image is like 5 pixels)

THIS IS A BETTER LAYOUT THAN WHAT WE HAVE NOW. THE LITERAL FIRST VERSION WOULD BE BETTER THAN THE FUCKING PRODUCT OF THE SHAREHOLDER ROOM THROWING DARTS AT THEIR DICK TO DECIDE HOW TO SIZE THE ELEMENTS.

and i have no doubt in my mind that they're gonna continue to make it worse somehow. they will take every last ounce of customization we have left. because thats what they always do. trust nobody. nothing is ever safe. THIS FUCKING WEBSITE ISNT EVEN SAFE HAVE YOU SEEN THE STATE OF THINGS AROUND HERE? and before you say "oh just use fucking blungovidupload" BUDDY ALL THOSE WEBSITE ARE EITHER FILLED WITH RACISTS OR HAVE AN VIEWERBASE OF LIKE THREE PEOPLE. THERES NO FUCKING WORTHWILE PLACE TO RUN. WE ARE ALL FUCKED. especially me, who was kinda banking on being able to at least hit something on youtube, because i feel like i probably couldn't handle the world as it is without fucking breaking my entire spirit to a depressing extent due to the current state of, like, everything.

its weird to end this incoherent rant on a bleak note, but its true. nothing we do matters in this context. because they hit it big, and they don't care about us. honestly, people say kill them with kindness? i dont get it. we've tried compassion, it doesn't work. i am beyond the need for compassion. i run on spite, anger, and shitposting. at all times.

god gives her shittiest website designs to her most mentally unwell internet history gals

#froot gets mad at stuff #youtube #ui design #enshittification #posts that are probably too long

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dreams-of-wings · 5 years ago

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Being a part of the Core VK's, and daughter to Hades

Relationships with the Core Four:

You and Mal are half sisters - same dad, different moms. Mal hated you for a long time, even when she had yet to meet you, she knew of you and that made her blood absolutely boil. You were the daughter Hades raised, while he just left her and her mother. You both eventually get along, and once you do, you're inseparable, as thick as thieves, partners in crime, the works.

Evie thinks you're cool. She doesn't have a problem with you- then again I don't think she has a problem with anyone really. She likes your style, she wouldn't wear it, but she likes it because you work it and make it look good. She gets to know you more when you and Mal start hanging out and she kinda becomes like your sister as well.

Jay thinks you're awesome. He witnessed your hair burst into flames one day when someone pissed you off, trying to steal something your rightfully *coughcough* found. Definitely asked you about your powers and wondered why you could still use magic. It was kinda hard to explain, but basically on the island you can only do a few things - all of which require direct contact. Lounging/parkour buddy.

Okay, but please tell me why the thought of harmless, got bullied a lot, soft boy Carlos/intimidating, protective Daughter of Hades, just makes me melt. Like, you save his ass a lot. You knew Carlos before you knew the rest of the core four - back when it was Mal and Jay, Evie did her own thing, and Carlos was just kinda left to fend for himself. It's okay though, you'll protect him.

Background:

No one knows who your mother is

Not you

Not Mal

Not even Maleficent

Hades doesn't like to talk about her

She died before you had the ability to retain memories

She wasn't the first or the last of the people that were claimed by the terrible conditions of the Island of the Lost.

Medical care wasn't exactly top notch, and no one really cared about the ones who passed the first few years.

Just ment more supplies for the rest of them

You weren't allowed to wander the isle as a child, he kept you locked away - worried Maleficent might try something (and worried that if anyone found out about you being his daughter, they would have something over his head).

It was thanks to Hades tucking you away, that Maleficent was never able to find you.

You started sneaking out when you turned 10

You proved you could handle yourself, so Hades let you run free.

Besides 10 years had passed since you were born and he figured maybe Maleficent didn't care about you anymore.

It took you and Mal a while to trust eachother.

When you trusted her enough, you told her about your dad.

She didn't say anything and just left you - she was so angry and conflicted, on one hand she wanted to hate you because you were the child Hades' stuck around for, the one he raised, and fathered, and protected from Maleficent.

After a few weeks she found you in your own little corner if the island you carved for yourself, and explained everything.

Suprise, you're sisters!

Evie knows you're sisters

To be honest, you could be leader of their group, and also could be considered one of the most problematic kids on the Island, but you're too laid back.

You could go out of your way to cause trouble and make life on the island even more miserable than it already is.

But that takes too much effort.

Uma and Harry have no beef with you other than the fact that you're Mal's friend.

They try to get you to join their crew almost daily.

"Nah, you guys are good at what you do without me."

You're welcome at Ursula's fish and chips any time.

Uma doesn't even find your rejection insulting, you're just. So chill?

Her crew has rules, training, errands to run, collecting protection fees, and helping her at her mother's restuarant.

No thanks

Too much work

You like Mal's mom's way of doing things, "When you're evil, doing less is doing more."

Mal's crew just kinda hangs out together and roams the island being cats basically - lounging and loitering where you're not supposed to, subtly stealing things, knocking things over, just chilling and having fun doing whatever you want.

Your kinda crew.

Storyline:

When they go to Auradon, they take you with them

You weren't invited because again - no one knows who your parents are.

But you guys are kinda a package deal.

Ben was all for it when they called him.

"The more the merrier!"

He thought it was just an early sign that this was a great idea and he was making a difference.

You dont get to say bye to your dad because it was a very last minute thing.

You just kinda disappear.

But to be honest he's used to you just not showing up for weeks or even months at a time.

It's the reason why you were able to keep who your father is a secret for so long.

You come out the limo looking as cool as a cucumber, with your arms crossed as you stand next to Mal.

"This is more than you said there would be!" Fairy Godmother is not so subtly whisper-yelling at Ben.

"They wouldn't come without her- it was all of them, or none of them."

"Well maybe that should have been a sign, Benny-boo!"

"You know we can still hear you," you say while purposely chewing your gum in an obnoxious manner, just to get on their nerves.

They're already getting on yours.

In all seriousness, you whisper a, "Just say the word and she's toast," to Mal.

Screw Audrey.

Of course they split you all up for the most part.

They're worried if they put all the VK's together in one class, it may be too much for the teachers to handle.

They're not wrong.

To be honest though, you're a handful all on your own.

Your teachers wonder how things managed to burst into flames for no apparent reason all through out class.

Some jerks thought it would be okay to pick on Carlos when Jay isn't around him.

For some reason they think that just because your a girl, you're weak?

Must be the stupid "princely boy needs to save the day" mentality that runs rampant in Auradon.

You set someone's hair on fire.

And someone else duffle bag.

This would probably be a good time to mention that the VK's already know you can conjure fire.

They just think that your parent/parents are witches and you just have an affinity for fire.

Carlos normally either sticks to you or Jay when he isn't practicing with Ben.

You dont see your fathers statue in the hall of villains when you guys break into the museum - mostly because he's in another hall completely.

There's a whole hall dedicated to God's and goddesses as well as Hercules story.

You dont bother to offer up your powers when you're escaping, you know Mal's got it covered.

Helping Mal bake love potion cookies.

While the others are doing this because their parents would have their necks, you're genuinely doing this for your father. You know all he wants is to get off the island.

Causing a small lawn fire when the Sleeping Beauty's family and Chad get in Mal's face.

Your bursted into blue flames when Maleficent crashed Ben's coronation.

Having Mal's back after she was announced to become a new Lady of the Court.

Honestly you dont know what the big deal is about Mal using her magic.

Of course you go with Evie, Ben, Carlos, and Jay when they go to the isle to get Mal.

When Evie goes to talk to Mal you go visit your father.

He's a bit upset with you because he's seen you on TV so he knows you left.

But he can understand you not wanting to be trapped on this island forever.

"I'll find a way to get you out, soon."

"Say 'hello' to Mal for me"

Of course you couldn't.

Harry flirting with you and trying to recruit you again when he snags Ben.

When the battle at the docks ensues, you dont need a sword to fight.

Like Hades with his Ember, and like Mal and her Mother with their eyes, you dont need magic to use your flames because they are a part of you.

Sure the island managed to hold you back, but you can bring just enough to the surface to make any sword you grab on to too hot to handle.

Your powers are useless against Uma when she crashes cotillion.

You know, being surrounded by water and all.

"See ya, Y/N."

"See ya, Uma."

Surprisingly hard for you to make enemies

Except for Audry you know.

Of course you are Mal's planned maid of honor for her wedding.

Evue already has a dress made for you, and it was super hard for her not to gush to Mal about it because that would have given away the suprise.

You pretending to be defenceless against Hades when you all go to pick up the next chosen VK's to come to Auradon.

You keep your flames concealed of course because this would be a terrible time to show that both you and Hades share the same flaming blue hair.

You honestly surprised no one put two and two together sooner.

Definitely not there for the meeting where Mal decides to close the barrier for good.

But you were there for when Mal told Evie.

You were also the first to figure out Mal was hiding something. She wouldn't tell you right out though, but you knew something was up because that pause to answer Evie was too long.

Going back to the isle with the others to get Hades ember after Audrey turn Mal old.

"Hey girls~" was the greeting you both got from Hades when Mal tried to grab his Ember.

"Long time no see, Y/N."

Mal just glares at him.

You sit on the table where the Ember was while you let Mal and Hades have their little musical number. Mal kinda let her anger come through.

"Hey!" You would not be dragged into this, thank you.

You went to stand next to Mal when she asked for the Ember one final time and looked at your father with a shit eating grin, because you know deep down he won't say no to his girls.

"The Ember won't work for you."

"Yes it will. We're blood."

"You're only half Hades."

"Well then I guess two halves make a whole, right?"

"Those are my girls~"

You, Mal, and Uma joining together to break Audrey's attempt to keep you guys trapped in the cabin.

Helping Evie be the peace keeper when you all battle the suits of armor in Ben's castle.

You chase after Uma and Harry when Mal breaks the news about the barrier.

Which means you didn't get turned to stone.

Helping Uma reignite the Ember so Mal can take on Audrey.

Telling Mal you want to go back to the Isle along with Uma, Harry, Gil, and Celiea.

She's heart broken because you're her sister and it was kinda supposed to be you both against the world.

You can't turn your back on the kids from the isle. Like Mal, so many of the younger ones look up to you. On top of that you also can't imagine not ever seeing your dad again.

She understands, and when Hades comes to wake up Audrey, you go back to the Isle with your father.

You finally agree to join Uma's crew when you return.

Shes happy but also let's you know shes sorry you had to leave your sister.

You're hanging out with your new crew at the Fish and Chips when it's almost time for Mal to announce that they will be closing the Barrier forever.

You, Uma, Gil, and Harry are huddles up together around the TV.

But when Mal announces they will be opening the barrier for good you all cheer and you run to go get your dad.

Yay big family reunion!

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mypoptartburnt · 4 years ago

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Home is anywhere as long as we're together (wanda/pietro) PLATONIC

summary:pietro fully recovers after the events of aou and starts training to become an avenger along with wanda. as the training becomes more intense he finds the need to take a break, so he grabs wanda and takes them to a place that reminds them of home

"Alright thats a wrap, your getting better everyday pietro" Steve exclaims with a smile on his face as they finish some self defense lessons.

"Thank you captain, one day I'll be better than you" Pietro smirks all out of breath from the session

Steve fake scoffs "we'll see about that speedster" he taunts and grabs them both some water. "any plans today" steves asks taking a gulp.

"I'll probably go on a run, maybe read a few books what about you cap got a date?" Pietro asks with a teasing look in his eyes

Steve snorts "not quite son, i was thinking of going to the science museum later on with bucky though" steve explains with a small blush

"Yeah totally not a date" Pietro taunts

"Watch it buddy, you wouldn't want to know what bucky would do to you if the whole team found out" steve fake threatens. "we just wanna take it slow"

Pietro raises his arms in surrender "worry not my friend your secret is safe with me" he says with a genuine smile on his face

Steve smiles back "thanks bub, meet here tomorrow, at eight? we can do some hand to hand combat, sharpen your skills up some more."

"Sounds great cap, I'll see you tomorrow" he answers before speeding out the door.

"Dork" steve mumbles after pietros already long gone.

Wanda is chilling in her room at the compound playing around on her laptop that tony gifted her. The two have come a long way since ultron. Both have owned up to their mistakes, tony does what he can to make it up to the twins for creating the bot that almost killed pietro. Usually by making and buying them expensive gifts. Wanda tries to make it up to tony for mind warping him by, baking his favorite sweets for him, hides all his favorite snacks away from the rest of the team which shes amazing at (not even nat could find them) and makes a fresh pot of coffee for him each morning. Their relationship is getting better day by day

As wanda is scrolling through the news she feels the laptop being snatched from her, and weight on top of her. Shes looks down not at all suprised that its pietro

"Can I help you?" she asks while scratching pietros scalp. He purrs at the calming feeling and lays his head on her shoulder.

"I'm bored" he whines.

"And how am I supposed to solve that?" Wanda sasses.

Pietro smirks and gets up and before wanda could even process another thought pietro scoops her up safely and they're out the door.

In a few short seconds pietro puts wanda down still holding on to her in case she gets dizzy and falls, turns out shes fine.

"Pietro maximoff how many times do i have to tell you, you can't keep doing that without warning! You're gonna give me whiplash one of these times." Wanda scolds.

Pietro wraps an arm around her and turns them around, to see the beautiful view in apology.

For a moment wanda is speechless. She is feeling so many things at once. From nostalgia to grief she needs a moment to take in the beautiful pond and wildlife in front of her.

"Holy shit" is all she could say

"Language" Pietro fake scolds

"This is amazing, how'd you find this place?" Wanda asks still in awe of the view shes taking in

"I was out for a run the other day and I saw this woodsy pathway and got intrigued, so I followed it and it brought me here." He beams, pulling wanda in close for a warm hug. "The minute I saw this place I knew I had to bring you here." He tells her, and kisses the top of her head before placing his cheek on it.

They don't even talk about how similar this pond is to the one back home. It's just one of those things they silently agree on.

They walk around the pond for a bit hand in hand, just exploring. They are both exploring it for the first time as pietro didn't want to explore the place without his beloved twin. Eventually they find a nice open space where the can sit down so they do.

They snuggle up close to each other as they always do and they just talk for hours. The talk about childhood memories, joining the avengers, the cute bunny wanda saw at the pet store the other day and everything in between.

At some point during the conversation they layed down still snuggled up as close as possible, and after awhile they stopped talking they just enjoyed the moment, the view, and each other.

After some time they fell asleep, with wandas head on pietros chest, and with pietro hand still cradling wandas head from when he was playing with her hair. They napped contently at their new safe place. For any time either one of them needs to get away for awhile.

#marvel #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #steve rogers #tony stark

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years ago

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hellooooo! can i request a zoro x reader nsfw reunion on zou please? thanks ♡♡

Sure thing :D But I’ve never written a Zoro dirt scenario so forgive me if he is somewhat ooc here (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Warning for dirt, semi-public sex(I guess), some slight plot, and treehouse sex(?) Under the cut~!

A raunchy Zoro scenario: Reunited

Reunions of all sorts were a common thing among the Strawhats, and you soon grew to learn about that as well. It wasn’t rare for them to split up in certain situations, especially when danger was fast approaching or there was a certain problem that just required a smaller group of people to take care of- and Dressrosa was one of those many places where you once again found yourself back on the ship in a matter of what felt like mere hours, sailing towards an unknown island no one even seemed to have heard of, while your lover and crewmate was left behind to fight off the enemy. And not just any enemy may I add, but the probably worst and most wicked person your crew has ever faced- the King of the Underground ‘Joker’, alias Doflamingo himself.

So of course you were worried for your friends and boyfriend.

But luckily everything turned out fine in the end, and I am sure you can imagine just how much of a relief it was to finally see him again, all in one piece and with no (new) visible scars or injuries.

Within the blink of an eye you were there by his side, basically throwing yourself into his arms and against his chest, almost causing Zoro to lose his balance in the process. His smell immediately filled up your senses, the odor of steel being something you had gotten used to a long time ago, and this time it also mixed with the scent of fresh sea water, creating a whole new sensation.

Back then Zoro couldn’t help but smirk with relief as his arms wrapped around your smaller frame, fully embracing you and the desires that began to boil up inside of him again. One of his large hands cupped your chin as he leaned down and pressed his nose against the top of your head and took in your scent as well, a ritual he grew to appreciate whenever the two of you would reunite with each other. His smirk only grew wider as he felt you slightly shake against him, head now tilted upwards and eyes filled with adoration and desire. For once there were no words needed, both of you fully aware of each other’s needs.

….Well and then you were broken apart once again by the others who sailed to Zou with you and were eager to greet their buddy as well. However as you managed to catch one last glimpse at Zoro’s face and especially that familiar glint in his eyes, you immediately knew what his plans for you would be tonight.

Sex usually wasn’t something Zoro would waste any thoughts on, he of course knew all about what it meant, implied, and included, but before meeting you his desire to live out and act on any longings or wants was incredibly low. And… worst case scenario, he had his hands after all. But then you came and turned everything upside down. This longing to feel someone else’s body, to bury himself deep inside of you and just touch every crook and curve you had to offer… and worst of all, his need to have you only increased when you weren’t around, since he didn’t at least have a substitute that would help calm down his desires- like just holding you close, taking in your scent or having a small makeout session to assure him that you were there, you were his. It was something he missed as soon as you sailed off on the Sunny, but now that you were reunited again, there would be nothing that kept him from holding back. And he certainly didn’t.

„Z-Zoro…“ you moaned while sitting in his lap, his lips attached to the crook of your neck and one hand already under your shirt, roughly groping your breast through your cotton-fabric bra. It was not even nighttime yet, the noise of partying Minks and Strawhats still as lively as ever, but you barely paid them any mind. As soon as everyone was done with introducing the newcomers to their odd furry friends (and Zoro had something to drink) it was up the trees and into the vacant treehouse for both of you, so you could finally have the 'proper’ reunion both of you were longing for. However… the one ‘downside’ was that this one didn’t have any doors. And seeing how many of the minks- as well as members of the crew- enjoyed to barge in on others without any regard for privacy, this was clearly a risky game you were playing. But undeniably, this practically turned you on even more…

„I missed this…“ the greenhaired man simply muttered in response, his hand continuing to roam over your chest before he pulled down your bra with one strong tug, making you gasp in suprise. By the way his hot breath tickled your neck and the feeling of his slightly erect manhood poking you through his pants already it was easy to tell that he was saying the truth. But he certainly wasn’t the only excited one.

„I… I missed you too, Zoro… but what if someone comes in and sees us…. like this?“ you groaned, also itching to bring pleasure to your lover as you instinctively started to grind your rear against his pants, hoping to rile Zoro up even more. Your actions caused him to grunt with pleasure, his pants feeling tighter and tighter with each and every move you made, already making him wish to move over to the main event. And if you kept going at him like this then soon enough he wouldn’t be able to promise anything…

„there is no reason to worry, this won’t be taking too long anyway, (Y/N). And besides, since when does a lack of privacy bother you?“

Although you couldn’t see his face you could practically feel Zoro’s smirk right there behind you, just the thought of it send a new wave of desire down your spine and you could feel a pool of wetness rushing straight into the soft fabric your panties. At the beginning of this relationship he would have never dreamed of saying something this bold, but as time went on Zoro quickly found out about the right things to say in order to get you worked up, and undeniably there was something about his dominant and teasing manner that always got to you…

With no need to say another word and simply aching to feel more of your touch, Zoro promptly pulled back his hand and stripped out of his upper garment to reveal his well toned chest which basically radiated with heat already. You could feel his panting against your neck as his hot breath hit your skin, and he started to trail down with his lips, leaving multiple sloppy kisses on his way until he finally reached your shoulderblade.

Gasps and moans escaped from your trembling lips as he started to suck on your skin, his teeth grazing over it every now and then as well. Unable to stand the heat any longer you also started to peel out of your shirt, leaving your upper body basically completely exposed. You could feel his hands wandering down the sides of your body, following each curve and dip until they rested on your thighs, slowly starting to spread your legs a bit so he would have easier access to your core. He was impatient, you could tell. Foreplay never lasted that long with Zoro anyway, but today he seemed to be in even more of a hurry as his fingers started to fumble with the zipper of your pants for a moment before directly sliding past it as he found himself unable to unzip it.

„Z-ZORO! That’s not fair!“ you whimpered as one of his fingers started to sloppily run over your sensitive button, and a small curse was all he managed to get out as response when your hands started to rub over his evergrowing bulge as revenge. Sweat started to run down both of your bodies as you continued to have a go at each other with your hands. This odd way of foreplay had developed into a repetitive contest between you two to see who would reach their limit first and give up by initiating the main event. And like usual, it was Zoro who lost.

„Damn it!“ he suddenly groaned and moved up a bit, almost pushing you off of his lap as he did so, his hands going down and starting to fumble around with his zipper and then boxers, impatient to finally feel your wet- and tightness around his cock. You of course did the same and quickly slipped out of your pants and drenched panties while a confident smile danced on your lips. Once again, you had won this little game thanks to your boyfrinds impatience and neediness. Upon turning around again your eyes immediately wandered down and focussed on his member, which was already fully erect, twitching and wet. Your smile only grew wider as you realized that he must be close to cumming, and if you had continued to rub him like before he might have even released right into his underwear… which explained why he was so eager to get you off.

Noticing your teasing and hungry gaze Zoro quickly ran a hand through his hair and wiped off some sweat from his forehead before muttering a “don’t look at it like this” as his other hand reached out to grab a hold of your waist again and signaled you to bend over so he could finally enter that sweet little hole of yours and bring pleasure to the both of you.

His impatience seemed to be affecting you as well, because once your eyes broke away from his aching manhood you did as he signaled, but not without playfully wiggling your behind at him and bending down ever so slowly, which caused Zoro to snort out loud. “Tsk, seriously (Y/N)…” he half groaned half chuckled as his cock finally snaked its way between your cheeks, finding what it was looking for and plunging right into your pussy at full speed and without mercy.

“AAAHHH!” you couldn’t help but scream in suprise as he reared into you like his life depended on it- usually Zoro would start of slow and then steadily increase his movements, so you weren’t used to him slamming into you as wild as he was right now! But it certainly only added to your pleasure as your hips almost started to move on their own, desperate to match his speed and find a good rhythm for the both of you to meet at. The sight of your ass slapping against his groin was always a welcome sight to the young man and only further turned him on as he reached down and grabbed both of your cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze while continuing to go at a fast pace. Part of him was so impatient and in need to release that he completely skipped over the whole ‘adjustement’ part, but then again Zoro also viewed this as a good way to try and get back at you for almost making him cum in his pants earlier.

And the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick only further motivated Zoro as he started to grit his teeth, the sound of your skin slapping against his as well as the sweet moans that rolled off of your tongue being the only things that could be heard from all over the room. It was like music to his ears, and once he could feel you purposefully clench around him like you’d sometimes do when you were about to cum, Zoro found himself unable to hold back either as low groans and grunts as well as the occasional moan of your name escaped from his throat, signaling that he was close. And finally, with one last thrust and a final mutter of your name through gritted teeth, the swordsman buried himself as deep as possible as his juices left his body and filled you up, succesfully pushing you over the edge as well. A loud cry left your mouth which was instantly muffled by your boyfriend’s hand since he didn’t want to raise any attentions, and just a moment later you let yourself fall forward, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. It was more intense than usual, which you instantly blamed on not being able to do anything sexy with Zoro since you left Punk Hazard. Even though the greenhaired man was a panting mess as well he refused to take the time to fully calm down from his climax, and instead wrapped his arms around your torso and slowly lifted you up to help you back on your feet again.

And as both of you finally steadied your breathing and pulled up your pants and underwear with tiny chuckles here and there, Zoro put an arm around your waist and gently pat your hip before looking down at your face with a small, now satisfied smirk.

„Oi, now that that’s out of the way… Let’s get back to the others, shall we?“

#one piece #roronoa zoro #dirt #filth #op scenario #one piece scenario

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car-karaoke · 5 years ago

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The beauty @x-valhalla sent this request in and I had way too much fun with it lol. Sorry it took me so long to finish this, life really sucks sometimes. But I greatly appreciate everyone being patient!!

R: I loved your handsy fic so much that I got another Marco request 😍 how about a group of you go away skiing and you get drunk, admit your feelings and have some fun in a hot tub

Warnings: language, s m u t, oral sex (f receiving)

Pairings: Marco x Reader

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"I swear to god, I can't feel my balls" Marco groaned dramatically, peeling off his snow covered layers. You huffed in behind him, stifling a laugh as you raised an eyebrow at him

"Was that absolutely necessary for you to tell me?" You asked in amusement, kicking off your boots next to his. Marco laughed heartily, nodding his head as he got off the last snow covered item

"It was, yes. I'm THAT cold" he stated. "We should definitely change and thaw out in the hot tub, what do you think guys?" Marco called to his other friends who had just come in. Everyone agreed enthusiastically, except you. Marco turned to you expectantly. "What about you Y/N? You coming?"

You bit your lip in hesitation as you mulled over your options. You were a little insecure about your body and rarely wore a bathing suit. Especially not in front of a man that you had feelings for. But to be honest, the temptation of seeing Marco shirtless in a hot tub was enough for you to muster up your courage. "Yeah, sure. I'll go change " you agreed

Marco seemed pleased with your answer and took off for his own room. You were lucky enough to be able to go on this trip. To be honest, when Marco invited you along with his buddies to come on a ski trip, you were nervous as hell. One reason was because you were the most uncoordinated person you knew. The other reason was that you have harbored some serious feelings for him for years. It has been 3 days since you guys arrived and you were indeed having a ton of fun despite being awful at skiing

You made your way to your room and walked in once the door unlocked. You kept forgetting how fancy this place was. The ski resort was a very high end one, making you feel a little uncomfortable at first. Marco's buddy came from a very well to do family, who owned shares in this resort and got all of you in for an entire week, all expenses paid. After a quick and nerve wracking look in the mirror at your bikini outfit, you wrapped a coverup around yourself and headed for the indoor pool

The indoor pool area was so nice, there was an adults only section that you were meeting everyone in. It had several hot tubes, a sauna, a bar, and other amenities. You padded over to where your group was in the hot tub. Oh god Marco looked so good....like WHY DOES HE HAVE TO LOOK THAT GOOD?? It's unfair!

"Hey Y/N! Grab a drink and join us!" Marco yelled, clearly already tipsy. You sighed and gave him a thumbs up, walking over to the bar and ordering a long island. You walked back over to the hot tub and set your drink down to take off your coverup. You were kind of hoping that no one would be looking at you, but of course, all eyes were on you. Marco's eyes seemed to literally be BORING into yours. You shyly lifted the fabric over yourself and set it down by your shoes, grabbing your drink and stepping in to the hot water

"Damn Y/N, you look good as hell in a bikini!" One of Marco's female friends complimented. You offered her a shy smile and thanked her

"Yeah you really do Y/N" Marco added, giving you a big smile. Well damn it, now you were REALLY blushing

"Thanks, Marco" you said sweetly, gulping down a large portion of your drink. He smirked at you from across the hot tub. You tried avoiding his gaze so as not to get too distracted. Instead, you focused on your drink. It was soon empty, and you left to go grab another delicious fruity alcoholic beverage. You were starting to feel much more relaxed and less insecure and nervous, cracking jokes with all his friends

After everyone was feeling nice and buzzed, the conversations started taking a much more playful turn. "Hey! Guys! Let's play truth or dare!" One of Marco's friends bellowed

"Truth or dare, seriously? What are we, 12?" Marco scoffed

"You just say that because you're too pussy to play" his friend joked, pointing a finger at him. Marco had never been one to turn down a dare

"Okay! Okay, fine! Let's play!" Marco agreed, straightening himself up. "You go first" he added, pointing back to his friend

"Alright dare" the friend decided. Marco grinned at that

"I dare you to run a naked lap around the hot tub"

Without hesitation, the friend took off his swim trunks in the hot tub, which quickly floated to the top, and jumped out. Everyone drunkenly cheered and hollered. The friend did his lap, just narrowly avoiding getting kicked out, and climbed back in and pulled his swimsuit back on before wrapping an arm around his girlfriend. "Altight, your turn now" he said to Marco. "Truth or dare"

Marco thought about it for a moment. "Truth" he decided. That actually suprised you. You hadn't expected him to choose that. His friend seemed pleased as he mulled over a question to ask

"Alright I got one. Do you currently have serious feelings for anyone?" He asked. FUCK. TRY NOT TO LOOK SO INTERESTED. You couldn't help but look at Marco with wide eyes awaiting his answer. Was that blush on his cheeks?? He looked straight at you and then away quickly

"Ehhhh. Uhm.....I do yeah, I do" Marco admitted. Everyone gasped and started asking who and for how long. Marco shook his head with a laugh. "No no no that's not part of the game! I answered the question, that's it"

You felt your heart drop to your butt as you thought about him having feelings for someone that wasn't you. You had gotten quieter, but nobody seemed to notice because everyone was drunk. You sipped another gulp of your drink and winced. That sip was much stronger than the others. Apparantly the bartender didn't mix it very well

"Alright dude truth or dare" Marco asked his other friend. His voice pulled you back into reality, you tried putting on a convincing smile like you had been paying attention

"Dare" the guy chose confidently

"Ok I dare you to kiss one of the people in this hot tub" Marco smirked, looking around at the people he had to choose from. Apart from the men, there were 5 women including yourself. You weren't even worried, because why would he choose you when the other women were so much more confident and beautiful than you?

"Y/N. I choose Y/N" the guy stated loudly, looking right at you. You hiccuped and tilted your head

"M--me?" You asked quietly, instinctively looking at Marco, who looked panicked. His friend nodded and stood up, walking over to you. You backed up until your back hit the jet of the hot tub

"No!" Marco yelled, standing up. Everyone paused, looking at him with anticipation. Your chest was heaving as you looked at him

"What? Why?? You dared me!" His friend complained

"Not her" Marco said sternly

"Why, because you want to instead?" His friend teased. Marco laughed and rubbed the back of his head

"Yes" he admitted quietly. Everyone gasped and whistled at you both. Your eyes felt like they were about to bulge out of your head. "If you want to, of course" he added as he looked to you. No way this is actually happening...

"Uhhh....yeah. I would" you agreed. Without another word, Marco closed the distance between you both and grabbed your face with both hands, leaning down to kiss you. The moment your lips came in contact, everything else faded away. Somewhere in the background, you could hear his friends hooting and hollering. But all you could think of was how amazing his lips felt on yours. You grabbed onto his biceps as you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Marco broke apart and smiled before pulling you back in with one hand behind your neck, his other hand finding your waist and pushing you tighter against him. His teeth gently bit down on your plump bottom lip before his tongue ran over the spot to soothe it

"YO! Marco!" His friend yelled in amusement. "Let her breathe man!!" Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and smiled genuinely at you, caressing your cheek

"I've actually been wanting to do that for a very long time" Marco admitted a bit shyly, scratching his man bun. You blushed deeply, very much aware that his friends were still there and listening to every word

"I have too" you admitted with a smile. You glanced at one of the lady friends, who was whispering something to another guy. The other friends all looked at each other and nodded

"I uh...I think we're going to head in for the night" one of them said as they all rose from the water. You blushed even deeper as Marco grinned when his friend whispered something to him. When you were both alone at last, Marco sighed deeply and leaned back against the wall of the tub

"You getting pruny over there?" He asked you, examining his own hands. You took a peek at yours, which indeed were pruny too

"Mhm. Almost to a raison" you stated matter of factly

"Well, you wanna change and come back to my room? We could watch a movie...or...you know, something" he mumbled. You couldn't help but laugh at his obviousness. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder

"Or something, yes" you mumbled quietly, looking up at him and leaning in for a quick kiss. He just laughed and met your lips in a sweet gentle kiss before pulling you out of the water and giving you his spare room key

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest as you changed into something dry. You chose a simple tank top and soft sleep shorts. You were very thankful that you were able to freshen up and make sure you smelled nice before heading down a floor to Marco's room. The handle lit up green and unlocked as you opened the door and saw Marco lounging on his bed in just a pair of basketball shorts

"Hey you" he called out happily, patting the bed next to him

"Hey yourself" you said as you hauled yourself up on the plush bed and scooted close to him. He slyly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You grinned and settled in, letting one of your hands rest on his knee. You both chatted about the TV show that was on for a little bit before you felt like you needed to clear the air

"Marco?" You piped up quietly. He hummed in response. "I know you said that you've wanted to kiss me for awhile, but is that all you wanted from me?"

Marco raised and eyebrow at you and pulled away slightly so he could face you. "What do you mean? Like....do I want to have sex with you? Sure of course I do. But that's not all I want to do, I genuinely like you" he explained seriously, eyes focused on you. You sighed in relief and nodded your head

"Good, that's how I feel too. I just didn't know if you actually had feelings for me or if it was just sexual" you explained. "Because don't get me wrong, I'd love to have sex with you, but I've had feelings for you for a long time now" you admitted nervously. It was Marco's turn to blush. He nudged your head up to look at him with his finger under your chin

"I've liked you basically since I met you. Just ask literally any of the guys. Or hell, even the girls. They all know too" he chuckled, running his thumb over your cheekbone and around to your ear to tuck your hair behind it. "You are so beautiful" he whispered

You barely trusted your voice right now, given how shaky your breath was, so you just tilted your head up a little and pushed your lips softly against his. He responded immediately, humming in approval and pulling your head closer to his with his hand on the back of your neck. Your lips seemed to mold together perfectly, gently fighting with each other to see who could use the most muscle. When one of your hands started falling from his chest down his stomach slowly, the mood instantly changed. It went from lovey dovey kisses to crazy horny pent up sexual tension

Marco grabbed a handful of your ass, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and start dancing with yours, pulling you over to straddle him. You sighed happily into his mouth, which only turned him on even more. "Y/N" he sighed, breaking apart for a breather. Your hooded eyes bored into his awaiting his cue. His eyes scanned down your body then back up to meet your eyes. "Take this off you pretty little thing" he grinned, yanking at your top

You quickly removed your top and shimmied his off as well. The poor guy looked like he was about to melt into the bed as you unclasped your bra and let your breasts free. He slowly reached for them, goosebumps breaking out on them the second his hands made contact. Your nipples perked up immediately, Marco's thumb gently rubbed over it and he hummed in satisfaction. "You know something? You might have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen" he whispered, lowering his head so his mouth was hovering right in front of them. Your lips parted as you awaited the sensation you longed for. After a few tauntilizing seconds, Marco's mouth was on the sensitive bud. His hot wet tongue circled around it before his lips closed around it. You hummed in approval, raking your hand through his hair and messing it all up

A small gasp left your lips when his teeth very carefully nibbled on your nipple, kissing the pain away immediately before sneaking up to steal a kiss from you before going to the next breast and giving it the same treatment. Your hips grinded towards his and you could feel just how hard he was beneath you. "Marco" you moaned needily, grabbing his head and pulling it up to look at you. His beautiful lips were pink and wet from his work. They looked so deliciously kissable. "I need you" you whispered as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. The smug expression on his face was priceless

"And you'll have me, but not until I'm done exploring this incredible body I've dreamed about" he answered, supporting your back with an arm before laying you down on the bed and pulling at your bottoms. You realized what he meant and felt your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You huffed out a breath and just watched him as he kissed a line down the middle of your stomach, past your navel, and as he got to your hips, slide his thumb under your bottoms and panties to slide them off. He took them off agonizingly slow, but when you were finally bare to him, it was his turn to have unsteady breathing

"Wooooowwwww...." he mouthed, eyes glazing over as he unabashedly looked at your nearly dripping core. You could feel yourself blushing but at this point could care less. "I can't believe how fucking sexy you are Y/N..." he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. He situated himself in between your legs and leaned his head close before stopping and looking up at you suddenly. "Can I?" He asked politely. You nodded, biting your lip hard. That's all it took

With a sigh of pleasure, his tongue delved into your pussy, licking a straight line up from your ass to your clit. Both of you moaned in unison, your head rolled back in absolute bliss. "Mmmff fuck yeah" Marco mumbled, his voice muffled by your lower lips. He slurped obscenely delicious noises, making you feel like you were about to explode. "You taste...so...good..."

"Oh my god Marco..." you mewled, back arching off the bed in ecstacy. You swore you could feel him grinning as he pushed two fingers into your drenched opening which only made you moan louder. You felt almost dizzy in pleasure, but willed yourself to prop yourself up enough to see him. And dammit that was a mistake, because you nearly came right there. He was looking RIGHT at you, eyes blown with lust, head tilted to the side so you could see his fingers pumping in and out of you as he he licked you like a damn animal. You face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows raised and your mouth falling into a perfect 'o' shape

"That's it babygirl, look at me" Marco purred, tongue circling your clit before closing his mouth around it and sucking. You couldn't help your head rolling back again as you swore loudly, your orgasm overtaking you. Marco moaned happily, lapping up all the juices you left for him. Your chest was heaving and your legs felt like they were about as firm as jello. You felt the weight of him moving up your body and gathered the strength to tilt your head up to meet his grinning face

He looked so genuinely happy with a big stupid smile on his face. "Hey" he said casually, voice thick with arousal. You giggled and covered your face

"Hi" you mumbled underneath your hands. Marco laughed and pulled your hands away, kissing your cheek

"No point hiding from me now love, I've seen all of you" he pointed out. You groaned and heaved out a breath

"I know! I've never came that hard before. You are damn good at that" you complimented him honestly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He smirked and kissed you sweetly

"Thank you smukke, I guess I'm alright at it" he shrugged. You rolled your eyes playfully at him and forced your body to roll over on top of his. He quirked an eyebrow at you. "What are you doing baby?" He asked. You just smiled and moved to sit in between his legs and started pulling his shorts down

"A lady always returns the favor" you said confidently, licking your lips seductively. Marco took a shaky breath and let a light laugh out

"And here I thought you couldn't get any better" he said in amazement. You just smirked at him and pulled his shorts the rest of the way off, freeing his rock hard cock that would be inside of you shortly. Right after you had your payback 😈

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allthingshetalia · 5 years ago

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Imagine the allies with a shy touch-starved s/o? Like, their s/o wants attention but is waaaaaaaay to shy to admit it or ask?? It'd be so cute!

💕I love that!💕

America

He knew exactly what you wanted.

He had been cooped up all weekend finishing off stacks of paperwork and as much as it broke his heart he locked you out of his office so your adorable face didn’t become a distraction. After all he had an entire month to complete his paperwork but every time he started you would waltz in, in one of his t shirts and curl up in his lap. How could he do his paperwork with a distraction like that? It was also due tomorrow so desperate times call for desperate measures.

But after roughly 48 hours and almost zero sleep and McDonald’s as his only source of energy he finally finished. Packing it all in his briefcase he set it aside for his boss to come and pick it up, he would usually put more care into packing it but he had more important matters to attend to.

Numbly walking down the stairs of his penthouse he saw your form spread out across the couch. You were of course only wearing one of his shirts and a pair of undies. Stopping on the bottom step he took in the sight, watching as your head snapped up to meet his eyes. You straightened up and held your arms out begging to be held, but you quickly pulled your arms back with a soft blush on your face.

Chuckling deeply at you he made his way over to the couch, grabbing the blanket that you were laying on and threw it over your shoulders wrapping you in a burrito. Once satisfied he leaned back and put his legs up on the coffee table, he softly pulled you so your legs were draped over his and your head was nuzzled into his neck. He almost had to contain a moan as he took in the feeling of your body against his.

He definitely missed you.

England

He was tired. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and listen to the rain hit the roof. He wanted to feel you nuzzle deeper into him as the thunder slammed across the sky.

He had just left a world meeting and even though it only lasted a week, it felt like a month. Due to a clash in your schedule you couldn’t accompany him on the trip, making it even more unbearable. To make matters worse all he heard was.

“Where is y/n?”

“She/he is always here! Is she/he sick?”

“You must really miss y/n.”

It was nice to know that they liked you but the constant questions just made him miss you more. He watched as the cold snowy landscape of Russia turned into the foggy England and he almost started shaking from excitement.

He could practically feel you against him as he took his luggage off the conveyor belt. He knew that this was very hard on you too. Even though you never admitted it he knew you missed his touches and kisses.

Scanning his eyes around the airport he almost screamed when he saw the top of your head, quickly pushing everyone out of the way he scooped you up into his arms. He chuckled into your hair as he felt you grab onto any fabric you could, just aching to be close to him.

So you did miss him.

France

You knew it was selfish but you didn’t really care!

Francis had been slightly ignoring you for about a week now and it was starting to take a toll on you. I mean it’s hard to go from being touched, stroked and rubbed every hour of the day to just being kissed on the forehead before he left.

Some structures in France had recently suffered some rain damage and the country was doing everything possible to not deter tourists. Due to this your Francis had been spending his time in and out of meetings listening as his boss tried to solve the problem. When he wasn’t in a meeting he was in his office. The only time you saw him was when he left and when he finally came to bed. But even then he was exhausted and just threw and arm over you falling asleep in a matter of seconds. And you were tired of it.

Hearing the front door click open you quickly lept up from the couch standing next to it waiting for him to apear in the living room.

When he did you had to stop a cringe. He had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was tied back in a slightly greasy bun. His eyes were half lidded and he looked like he would pass out at any moment. He walked over to you and placed his hand on the back of your head making it easier for him to kiss your forehead.

But before he could pull away you threw your arms around his muscled form and held him tightly. You felt him sign in content mummer something into your hair.

“What?” You asked pulling away just enough so you could stare into his tired eyes.

“I said it’s been hard, hasn’t it?” He repeated tucking you back under his chin.

You hummed into his chest, agreeing.

“You could take a break! I mean just for an hour or two! I-I.” You stammered off not really wanting to tell him that you just wanted to be held when he wasn’t dead asleep. You expected him to brush you off and make an excuse, but he suprised you by falling back into the couch with you still in his arms. He placed you so you were straddling him, causing you to blush deeply at how close you were. But nonetheless this is what you wanted so you smiled widely and snuggle deeper into his chest.

Russia

You were annoyed. Russia had recently come down with a cold and he completely locked himself away from you in fear that you would become sick as well.

Walking through the cold hallways you stopped in front of the guest bedroom where he was currently sleeping in. He let you have the shared bedroom because it had a fireplace and he didn’t want you to get cold.

But you knew exactly how to get him to open that door.

“Vanya, I’m scared!” You shouted making sure it was loud enough for him to hear you. You knew that he would rather go through hell than have his precious little sunflower hurt or scared. And plus you said Vanya and that always made him melt.

You heard the sound of the bed smacking against the wall as it’s large inhabitant shot up out of the bed. Heavy and slightly panic footsteps made there way to the heavy wood door before it was slammed open, reveling a very panicked Russia. He reached his pale hand out and rested it on your waist, before tightening his grip and tugging you against his sick form.

“What made my sweet sunflower scared?” He hummed lifting you off the ground. Even though he was sick he could still lift you like it was nothing. Walking over to the bed he laid down with you still resting on top of him.

You only shrugged in response and buried yourself deeper into his chest.

“I missed you.” You mumbled into his chest. While that was true, you didn’t tell him the whole truth. You did of course missed him but you missed his hands more. The feeling of his big hands going up and down your sides, massaging some areas here and there. The feeling of his fingers running through your hair and his lips against your forehead and neck. Those feeling have been stuck in you head for a week and you’ll be dammed if you have to wait any longer.

“I missed you too, мой драгоценный.” He mumbled against the top of your head. As if knowing what you wanted (which he always did) he ran his fingers up and down your sides stopping at your hips. He dug his fingers deeper into your skin in a soothing motion, almost laughing when he heard a slight moan from you.

China

5 days, 3 hours and 24 minutes. That was how long he has been away. He had to go to a meeting and even though he usually brings you he decided not to in fear of you getting hurt. Apparently it was a nation that he didn’t get along with too well and he didn’t want to tell you to much details in fear that you would somehow convince him to let you go.

So here you were. Laying across the bed missing him terribly. You hadn’t slept good the past 4 nights. It’s funny how you’ve only been sleeping in the same bed with him for around 4 months but it’s already become hard to sleep without him. His smell that still lingered on the sheets and pillow case didn’t help you either. It was almost like you could feel his hands.

His hands always danced across your skin in such grace- yet they were slightly rough. It was like the perfect mixture. He would always pull you to his side and run his long fingers through your hair, humming a low song. His other hand would lightly rub your back and you would be dead asleep in 5 minutes or less, no matter how awake you thought you were.

Groaning you rolled yourself up in the sheets and used his pillow as a cuddle buddy. Burying your nose in it you took many deep breaths, his scent soothed you slightly, but it was nothing like him actually being there. Too engrossed in the pillow you managed to miss the sound of the door squeaking open and light footsteps parade down the hall. It wasn’t until you saw the hall light flicker on that you became fully aware.

Your heart rate escalated and you buried yourself deeper into the sheets. Yao wasn’t suppose to be home until next week, so this was quite the cause of concern. You then remembered that he kept as sword under the bed encase of emergencies like this. Unwrapping yourself from the sheets you bent down and wrapped your fingers around the cold wood of the sword but before you could pull it out, you heard a deep chuckle from the door way.

Snapping you head to look at the familiar sound you made eye contact with your handsomely sneaky boyfriend. His rich eyes danced with amusement as he already knew what you were trying to do. He taught you how to use the sword and where you could find one all over the house should he not be able to protect you. He was already undressed save for a pair of boxers, making you wonder how long he watched you look for the sword.

But that was besides the point. He was home!

Before he could even fully get into the bed you already managed to wrap your body around his, nuzzling into his exposed skin trying to get as close as possible. He laughed at your silly antics and wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you tighter against him. Once he finally got settled he tucked you into his side and ran his long tired fingers through you hair, humming your favorite song.

Canada

You hated this you really did. Mattie was in his office finishing up his paperwork and my god did you miss him. He had been working on it for the past three days, three days of you being neglected. Okay, neglected is a strong words but that’s how you felt. You only saw him when he came down to get some food and one night he even fell asleep in his office so you didn’t even get to sleep with him! You numbly shoveled pancakes into your mouth, wishing this torture would just be over.

Hearing his office door creak open you quickly perked up and spun around on the kitchen bar stool, waiting for a mop of blonde hair to apear out of the hallway.

And once it did you almost had to stop yourself from squealing. He descended down the steps, his footsteps were loud and weak, showing you how tired he actually was.

“Hey maple.” He murmured leaning over and planting a hard kiss against your forehead. Before he could pull away you ran your hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck tugging him closer. Burying yourself into his strong chest you failed to keep in your quite moan as you heard his heartbeat throb against your ear.

This was what you missed.

He chuckled dimly against your forehead taking in the smell he missed dearly.

“I miss you.” You grumbled into his chest tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. His violet eyes darkened with regret as he saw how much this was taking a toll on not just him, but on you.

“I’m sorry my precious Maple.” He said remorsefully. It was cut off by a slight smile as he gentle picked you up and cradled you to his chest, walking over to the couch he plopped down on it with you still in his arms. Laying you across his chest, he whispered a quick:

“We could both use a break, yeah?”

I got a little carried away with this one

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wtfgaylittlezooid · 5 years ago

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Okay- it’s really out of my comfort to post writing here. I’m not confident at all with my writing skills, especially since I struggle with grammar and writing too fast.

And it’s even more out of my comfort to post for my BMCxJTHM AU. I’m not proud of it in the slightest, but I just want to write something. Aight, all of that out of the way, heres the basic summary:

Devi wakes up in her apartment with a killer hangover, and suprisingly, no Nny. The last thing she remembers is going to a friends party with Tenna, who Devi finds sitting on the couch waiting for her to wake up on the couch. Tenna explains the events of the night, and Devi is furious.

It was very warm and cozy in Devi’s bed. With two blankets piled on top of her, and Devi wrapping her arms around a second pillow, as if it were a second person, she never wanted to get up. The soft and nice warmth of this haven filled her body with a very nice and comfortable feeling.

That is, until a headache had awoken this sleeping beauty. She kept her eyes closed, but still cringed and held the pillow tighter at the pain that had disturbed her peace. Why me? She thought internally, baring her teeth a little at nothing in discomfort. Silence kept the atmosphere in her small room heavy.

Huh. That was new. No witty comment? No nagging or insult to how I should sleep in a better position? Still only silence answered her thoughts. Dahm, you’ve never been silent before, Nny. It’s nice, but come on. Start up. Only the very faint and muffled sounds of her neighbours going about their daily lives, along with the wind brushing against the tree’s branches answered her. Along with a new sound, she’s never noticed.

Static. Just a very quiet and faint static that seemed to just play in the background, like how music is played during movie scenes. Devi tried once more. Start up. Nothing but the same noises answered. Johnny, I couldn’t have broken you already I’ve only had you for a fucking week. Start up you lazy asshole. Nothing. Dahm it.

Might as well get up and talk this over with Tenna, she figured. She dropped the pillow (regrettably, it was a nice cuddle buddy), and slowly shoved the blankets off her. The breeze hit her skin and made her shiver a little. Why did it have to be so dahm cold in this building.

She sat up, a bit too suddenly then a person with a hangover should, because immeadiatly her head protested against the sudden movement and spiked the pain. Ow- fuck. The static got a little louder too, but quickly died down with the sudden pain. Not fully gone, but back in the background with the headache. Weird.

Slowly, this time, she stood up, her legs wobbling as she fought with balance for a short moment. She quickly won the battle, but sadly not with her head, and stomach. Dahm when did her stomach start hurting too? I need some fucking water. She groaned a little as she stretched, hearing the satisfying sound (and feeling), of her bones popping.

After the nice stretch, she started slowly making her way to her door (which wasn’t too far. Her apartment was kinda crappy), and using the wall for a little extra balance. Devi waiting for Nny to start nagging her about her posture and how using the wall would make her weaker. However it never came. She kind of missed it in a weird way. It was nice, hearing peaceful sounds for once, but she likes it when it’s in her control.

Startup.

Nothing.

God, what even happened last night? She could barely remember anything. How much did she drink? Did she even drink? The last thing she good remember clearly was chatting in the car with Tenna, excited to see some old friends, and nothing afterward. Doesn’t matter. Tenna can fill me in on the details later.

After what felt like eons of walking to a door that get getting further like in some horror film, she was able to grip the doorknob and open the door. She basically flung it open, and wobbled out. The first thing she noticed, after being blinded by the living room light and getting her vision back by the “holy light”, was Tenna sitting on her couch with that skeleton toy, she wasn’t even going to try to remember it’s name. What the hell was she doing there?

“Oh my god, you’re alive,” Tenna teased, squeaking the toy twice with a impish smile on her face. “Yeah- yeah. Please get me a glass of water, I feel like I got hit by a truck,” Devi exaggerated. She just really wanted the glass.

“All right,” Tenna said, getting up and going to Devi’s kitchen, getting her friend a glass of water. Slowly. She was doing this as slow as possible. “I’m honestly not suprised you feel like that, Dev. Jesus, last night was a night.” She told Devi, laughing at the end of the sentence. Devi rolled her eyes and wobbled towards the couch, nearly collapsing onto it.

Bad move. The headache spiked at the fall, the static following it. “Ugh-“ Devi groaned, raising her arms to rub her temples to try and calm the headache. Eventually, Tenna got the glass of cold water, and walked her way to Devi.

“PLEASE, just hurry up!” Devi nearly shouted. She really wasn’t in the mood for Tenna to be taking her sweet time. “I’ll be there in time,” Tenna teased, but sped up and handed Devi the glass. Devi muttered a quiet thanks, and downed the whole glass within seconds.

“You need some medicine?” Tenna asked. “YES. God I haven’t felt this horrible since.. well since that fucking computer entered,“ Devi complained. Tenna chuckled a little, and tossed the toy to Devi. “You can squeak him if you want. It makes me feel better sometimes,” Tenna smiled at Devi, then went to grab some Advil for her.

Devi “caught” the toy, or more likely it landed on her stomach and she just grabbed it. Spooky. That’s was it’s name. How could she even forget that? Devi, after checking to make sure Tenna left the room to grab some medicine from the bathroom, gave Spooky a soft squeak. It was a little relaxing, but her aching head and stomach still remained.

Startup. It was worth another try.

Nothing.

Devi stared at the popcorn ceiling, squeaking the toy a few times as she tried to remember the events of last night. Tenna had picked her up, of course still carrying Spooky with her, and then they started to drive to the party. They were listening to music, what kind Devi wasn’t even going to try to remember, and chatting. It was the happiest Devi felt in a while, and even Nny was agreeing about how this was gonna be good for Devi. But, everything after getting out of the car was a blur.

Tenna snapping her fingers in front of Devi’s face obnoxiously, pulled her out of the memories. “Hellooo? Devi!” She said, holding two pills in her hand that wasn’t snapping. “Huh-“ Devi said, jumping a little in shock. “Dude, you spaced out and I was trying to give you the medicine for like a minute.” Tenna explained. “Oh. Well, sorry about that. Thanks for the medicine though,” Devi said in neither an apologetic or thankful tone.

REBOOTING...

About fucking time.

CURRENTLY AT 3%.

Wow. Are you kidding me.

Devi dry swallowed the pills, not wanting to wait another eternity on Tenna. Devi spread her arms and legs all over the couch, in an attempt to get comfortable. Now it just felt hot in the apartment. “So-“ Devi started, catching the attention of Tenna who was sitting on the armrest of the opposite side of the couch now.

“What the fuck happened last night,” Devi asked, not even trying to be polite. She didn’t care about that she just wanted to know.

“A lot. We got at the party and you immeadiatly went to the bar, because you saw whatever-her-name-was.” Tenna explained, Devi nodding and listening carefully. She didn’t want to forget this time.

REBOOTING. CURRENTLY AT 27%

I’m aware asshole.

“She managed to convince you to drink from what I remember, and I left you so I could do the shit I wanted.”

“Great explanation,” Devi laughed.

“I’m not finished,” Tenna laughed back.

REBOOTING. CURRENTLY AT 43%

Just be quiet until you’re done.

“But when I came BACK. You were were drunk out of your MIND. You could barely stand and we’re trying, very poorly might I add, to open a can of gasoline. Oh and you also had one of their fucking kitchen KNIVES. You saw me and kept babbling about Nny, about what he was explaining and if I would help. I literally had to babysit you until you blacked out,” Tenna said, sounding a mix of aggravated and annoyed as she told the story.

“Excuse me-“ Devi said, laughing awkwardly and nervously. She had no idea to reply to that. “You gotta be joking Te-“

“I’m not. You really freaked me out, Dev,” Tenna said, giving Devi a cold and serious stare. Very rare from her.

REBOOTING COMPLETE. NOW ONLINE.

“About time you’re back, asshole! What the fuck is Tenna talking about?!” Devi nearly shouted, getting Tenna to flinch and stare in confusion. It took Tenna a moment to realize, but she did. She watched as a bunch of neon blue and transparnent particles appeared and built together to form Nny.

“She’s not lying. Seeing your memories from last night, she’s telling the truth.” Nny said, a calm yet tired voice. Could computers get tired? Whatever, that didn’t matter. “Then WHAT THE FUCK were you trying to make me do?!” Devi raged, her face turning red and her hands turning into fists, nearly crushing poor Spooky. “Looking back on the memories- I was trying to... holy shit— I was attempting to get you to burn the place down and maybe even stab some people-“ Nny explained, cringing at what he read.

“WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT? I THOUGHT YOUR PURPOSE WAS TO HELP ME.” Devi fumed. “It is. I TRIED telling you alcohol breaks me, but you didn’t LISTEN. Remember that?!” Great, now Nny was yelling too. And a voice inside Devi’s head that was screaming wasnt helping the headache. “Actually I don’t recall that. I dont remember you speaking a dahm word after we walked through that door.”

“You ladies done arguing?” Tenna joked, obviously annoyed. She couldn’t hear Nny, but she’s gotten pretty good at picking up on Devi’s and Nny’s conversations. Devi looked at her, face still red from pure rage. Tenna responded with dramatically crossing her arms, and lifting an eyebrow. She was trying to look all serious, but Devi couldn’t help but snort and then burst into laughter.

Tenna felt a smile prick at her lips, and soon enough she was bending over laughing as well. God, the laughing really didn’t help the headache, but it obviously helped Devi’s mood. Devi had no idea how long they were laughing for. It could’ve been seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, but eventually it started to slowly end. Tenna wiped a single tear from her eye, as her chuckles went to silence, and Devi held her stomach and her laughter turned to groans of pain.

“How’s your head?” Tenna asked, after having to take a deep breath after laughing so hard, a smile still remained on her face. “Say it’s fine.” Nny instructed, not being serious but this time just playing around. “Oh god- it hurts worse now,” Devi chuckled a little. “Dahm it,” Nny chuckled.

“Hold on-“ Devi nearly shouted, this time not sounding angry, but sounding suprised with the smile on her face growing bigger.

“Huh-“ Tenna asked, confused, but then watched as Devi pointed to nothing. Wait- not nothing. She was pointing at Nny. Jesus this is still confusing.

“Did you just laugh?”

“NO.”

“WHAT,” Tenna said, shouting and starting to chuckle a bit more now.

“Holy shit you did!” Devi started to laugh again, but not from humor, more of like she had just caught someone in the act. “Wrong. I am a computer I can’t feel emotions. You cant just humanize me, Dev-“ Nny started, his face starting to turn a shade of red.

“Well I think I humanized you a long ass time ago when I gave you the name “Johnny” you bastard. I heard you laugh and I want to hear it again.” Devi said, still pointing at him.

“Devi there better be a way of you being able to upload that to some sort of computer I want to hear what it sounds like!” Tenna said, excitement filling her voice.

“You aren’t missing out on much, Tenna,” Devi smirked, then giving a devilish look at Nny. “All it sounded like was a hyena choking on a toa-“

She got cut off by a quick shock in her back, she flinched hard and straightened her posture (out of habit). However it wasn’t one of the “fixing” ones. It felt like someone pricked her in the back with a needle very lightly. Just enough to suprise her. She looked over at Nny, who was frowning dramatically and crossing his arms, his face beet red.

Devi snorted again. “Embarrassed, noodle boy?” Devi teased, not caring how immature the nickname was. Tenna, whos expression was originally one of slight worry once Devi got shocked, changed to the mishevious expression to match Devi’s. She was very entertained by this, even if she couldn’t see nor hear Nny.

“I can’t be embarrassed. I’m an AI.”

“If you can’t be embarrassed and you’re just ‘an AI’, explain why you’re blushing like that?” Devi teased, resulting in a very shocked Tenna.

“WHAT-“ she basically shrieked.

Nny looked shocked, and opened his mouth to talk, but then closed it. His face shifted to shock, to embarrassment, then finally frustration. He growled a little, and stomped his foot. The second it made contact with the ground, he exploded into the blue particles and disappeared.

“Well he’s gone,” Devi snorted and looked at Tenna, amusement and pride on her face. First argument she won against him. It felt nice.

#idk how to end these #my writing #fanfic #short fic #jthm #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny c #devi d #jthm nny #jthm devi #jthm tenna #jthm fic #jthm au #jthm squipped au

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cinnamonrollstark · 6 years ago

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Irondad Bingo: Trope: Protective Tony

Wow, thanks for the repost @irondadbingo!! Hope yall like the last one. If you haven't read it yet, do, because this is the second one in this little mini series! Enjoy!

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Peter's been sleeping in Tony's bed. He refuses to leave, get up, or to eat. He's still and unshakable, and hasn't cried since Tony picked him up. It scares the man, even though he knows that greif is different from person to person, he wants Peter to feel free to express what he needs to.

Periodically, Tony comes in with a drink and a snack- neither of which the boy consumes. He's focused on the blue walls of Tony's bedroom, breath still and concentrated.

"Kiddo?" Tony asks at the door, not picking up any real movement from Peter. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Just the slight movement of Peter's head, the almost nonexistent shake of curls. "Okay." He says, crossing the threshold, over to the bed, where he sits next to Pete. He rests a gentle hand between the boy's shoulder blades, sinking with each breath.

No words are enough to fix this. I'm sorries and condolences do nothing to mend him. The only thing that has made the slightest impact of the kid in the past three days is contact. Hugs, ruffles of the hair, and at night, being sandwiched between Tony and Pepper.

Tony was never a snuggler before Pepper, but when he started having nightmares, the warm form of her body molded around his was the only thing that could save him. He understands that now, as he pats Peter's back, occassionally running a hand through his hair. It's a very intimate thing, but in a very innocent way. Intimate in the way a newborn is as it rests against a parent's chest, feeling the heartbeat of a mother or father against their own.

Tony can feel Peter's heart, and he's grateful. Peter is alive. He cannot fathom how he or anyone else might've managed if he'd been with May that morning.

His heart breaks for the child. May was a kind and patient soul, a good mother- even only as a role she'd stepped into, an aunt in a parental set of shoes- and this loss is greater than Tony could ever wish Peter to outlive. He is small and shaky, a child taking his first steps in a world without one of the closest people to him.

Somewhere in another room, CNN drones on, some famous Republican and some famous Democrat arguing over something unimportant. Tragedy puts it all in perspective; everything outside this world is menial, a grain of sand against the asteroid-sized hurt.

"Peter, buddy. You've got to eat something," he whispers, expecting resistance. "I know how this feels, but you are here, Peter, and because you are here, you need to take care of yourself."

Peter rolls sideways against the comforter of the bed and props his head against his hand. His elbow makes a dent in the fabric.

"Okay," he resigns. "Okay. I'll eat."

He doesn't look too enthused, but he accepts Tony's word, and slowly gathers himself up and out of the bed. He stands in front of the blinds, and soft afternoon light creates a halo over his chestnut hair.

Tony watches him from the safety of his pillows and is amazed at his strength. From legs to belly to shoulders to neck, he holds himself upright, and manages to stay that way.

"On one condition," adds Peter, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "we go out somewhere."

°°°

Tony had definitely been suprised by the suggestion, but agreed all the same. They pull up out front and wait a moment before exiting the car. Peter's shaky in his seat, likely nervous about being in a car.

"What is this place?" Asks Tony, because he's lived in this city forever and he's never seen this resteraunt.

"A thai food restaurant. I haven't been in a while."

And Tony's not opposed, because honestly, if he thinks about it, pad thai doesnt sound so bad. When the sit down inside, he notes the lively lighting- bright and colorful. It seems like a great environment to be in tonight, and he feels that it will cheer him up.

They flip through there menus, and although he's not sure why, Tony gets the sense that's something's wrong. Peter frowns at his menu, either in concentration, or maybe he's just upset.

There's an item on the menu he just knows will make Peter laugh, thank god. "Pete," he starts. "Look at this."

Tony flips the menu around and points to the dish, giggling. "I could totally go for some Larb right now, what about you?"

At first Peter smiles, but the expression falters and crumples after a brief second.

"Oh, Peter." Tony grabs his hand across the booth, squeezes the soft skin. "Don't cry, buddy."

He instantly regrets it, although Peter doesn't really seem to mind. He's too focused on reeling it in, but Tony wants to tell him to forget that, to go ahead and cry if he needs to.

Peter wipes his eyes, smearing tears across his cheekbones. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and let's it out. "I'm sorry," he says, hiccuping against the ball in his throat.

"Don't apologize. You do what you need to do."

"I know," sighs Peter, sniffing. "But I don't want to cry right now. I want to feel something other than sad or numb, and that's all I've got right now."

Tony gathers his thoughts for a moment before he knows what to do. Peter's been singing this song, nonstop for the past few months, a relentless tune that plays in the back of Tony's mind whenever he sees the kid.

"What are you doing?" Peter asks in response to Tony stepping up on top of his chair, and then the table.

"I try to say goodbye and I choke," Tony starts. Peter is instantly embarrassed.

"Mr. Stark. Get down."

"I try to walk away and I stumble,"

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh my God."

"Though I ate a pie and its clear,"

"Those aren't the words."

"My world crumbles when you are not here!" Tony puts his hands on his hips. "Get up here."

"Tony. No."

"Tony yes. Goodby and I choke," He continues, louder now. By now, a good lot of people are staring. Waiters and waitresses are not amused.

Peter resigns to the fact that he has to join in. He stands on his booth and sings with Tony,

"Try to walk away and I stumble,"

And they're loud, now, probably too loud. Tony continues to sing the incorrect lyrics but Peter adds, "and though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not here."

"Sir," says a waiter, hands planted angrily at the small of her back. "I'm going have to ask the two of you to step down and exit the resteraunt."

Tony steps down and holds up a hand. "You finish singing." He looks to the waiter, who is annoyingly taller than him. "Let him sing."

"Sir!" Says the waiter, as Peter finished. "My wo-o-r-ld it crumbles, when you are not here."

When he's done, Pete looks down, satisfied. "Its time the two of you leave. Now."

And that same faltering, from before, that spark of joy that flits out of those big brown eyes, and it's the waiter's fault. Tony's fist rises and plants itself squarely under the man's nose before he can stop it.

As he tries to recover, Tony watches the light filter back into the kids eyes, and he pulls him off the table.

"Let's get out of here," he says, his hand gripped around Peter's exiting the door and laughing as it clinks in goodbye.

When they get to the safety of their car, Peter smiles at him.

"Well," he says, "I certainly didn't larb him."

And he laughs, and it's a glorious sound, a miracle to hear considering recent events. When Tony catches that fleck of golden hope hidden in Peter's irises, he hopes it never fades, and if it does, that he is not the cause.

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A Dream, Bad, and Bruh: ACTUALLY, IT'S A HEY, LOOK, GREG HAS A PURSE! E. EMBROIDERED BOOKBAG. Hehehehe, Frank Griffin here! I am here to explain this funny may-may I found while browsing through the site "r/Loded Diper", place where fellow may-may experts like me share their best funny jokes about Diary of a by Wimpy Kid, a cartoon novel written hohe other than Jeff Kinney. Now, what do have here? If youre familiar with the book, youll recognize that there is Greg Heffley the middle, the protagonist of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. In the original image, Greg stitched a purse, but called it an embroidered handbag" so he won't lose his dignity. However, it doesn't work and he gets called a girl for it. this image Now that the background has been cleared up, let's look It has been posted by u/ThatSippyChicken the 18th 2019 oh may (by UTC time). This means it's very recent, compared to the even funnier Minion memes I share with my grandkids. Greg is surrounded by two unknown teenagers. The short-haired kid the left is pointinga finger having a speech bubble over him (This implies he's saying something.). to the right (probably at Greg) and The text on the speech bubble says "HEY, LOOK, GREG HAS A", and then "EMBROIDERED BOOKBAG" below, but distorted. Greg reacts with saying "ACTUALLY, ITS ONLY A PURSE!" followed by blank space ow. The last kid with acne has a nearly empty speech bubble, only saying "E". Diary of a Wimpy Kid artstyle. Oh, Greg is holding the purse I talked about previously in the image!If you look closely, you at the end. Everything is drawn in the typical thing I forgot to mention: ohe can even see that the word "Grea" is stitched on it- IS Okay, the description of the image is over. Now, let's get the analysing part. I examined every part of the image and compared it with other maymays from around the same time and site. But then, I couldn't believe what I found out! This maymay on r/LodedDiper falls under the category of modern internet memes. You may have heard of the word from your kids, maybe grandkids, and that's because it's a Millennial (yes, the Avocado eveh toast generation. / Generation Z movement. The concept of Memes itself is too complex, Ill explain it on a seperate page, but, to be short, Memes are funny internet maymays that require Some sort of insider knowdlege to be understandable. Memes are very special of humour, because, unlike other funny maymays, the humour of Memes ih terms always based on either relatability or absurdity. This can be shown is this image too: The incosistency of logic and font size makes the oh absurdity of this maymay visible. The "E" has a very complex background, but it can be said that it's referencing another modern Meme. This absurd humour combined with what used to be a page from a normal cartoon hovel is what makes this maymay funny. When I realized this, I had to LOLWHMWADCC (Laughing Out Loud While Hitting Manny With A Diet Coke Condom)! explain why I chose exactly this maymay symbolizes the change in youth humour. At last, I need to for explanation. That's because it new generation doesn't laugh though they based on either relatability or absurdity. While this change The at Minioh maymays anymore (even very funny., they laugh at modern memes that are dre to more complex humour can be considered a cultural step forwards, it can also be unhealthy for the kids. For example, Memes about depression and suicide, which are very popular, can make someone relating to it even depressed (The argument of these being a coping technique falls Alat here, that has been disproven). But, good or not, it's definetily more an important change in Internet, even the entirety of western culture. This Meme symbolizes the new age of humour, Meme humour. Besthany. And now, I finally explained to you what Memes are, Frank Griffin PS: If read this on r/LodedDiper, go check out the subreddit you r/ExplainItPeter! And the other way around, of course. PPS: is br ald Hehehehehehe, someone's here! No, it's not Frank Griffin (Right now he's busy explaining a Minion meme), it's not Sans Undertale (Off fighting Lugi), it's me: Peter Heffley! Who am I, you may ask? Well, I am the colleague and best buddy of the world famous Frank Griffin. Ah, now that I'm mentioning him, all the memories are flooding back. Whenever there was a cringe nae nae meme, a darn millennial or even a bruh moment, we stuck together. And after decades of friendship he eventually offered me a dream come true: A job in the Meme Explaining Laboratory! So, now I'm here explaining a few memes here and there (Frank does the over- whelming majority of them, though) and, more importantly, critically analysing his very own explanations, because nothing is perfect! (Except for stepping on a crunchy leaf.) Unlike him, I will use Arial instead of the official Wimpy Kid font, simply because this is more readable. Otherwise, my critique is pretty much the same. So, get ready for some high IQ text reading, because we're going to enter the Meme world once again! Alright, we finally got through the long introduction I now have several ways to begin the main part, but I'm honestly not sure where to. I could start with citing his first line, analysing his formatting or referenzing the pipe strip video. But I will do none of these things. Instead, I will dig straight to the core of his explanations, and praise or critique anything in the process. Ergo, I'll start with the nature of his text itself. It's, compared to the usual Internet posts, very text-heavy. However this isn't a big surprise since both of us know how much Frank can dive into a subject. He puts a photo of himself in the top left corner below the image he's analyzing, and his text is written solely in the "WimpyKid" font, which already is my first problem. It may have been suitable if it was used in a short paragraph or two, but using it in an entire explanation is a major design flaw. However, this is not the only problem I have with Frank's text, (Don't take it personally, bucko) which brings me to analyzing the content of his explanation, and his ultimate message near the bottom end. Okay, I'll be honest. I don't like the message. His main part of the analysis may have been on the better side, in comparision to his other posts, but this time Frank really shot himself in his cock and balls this time. Saying that "Meme humour is overtaking regular humour" is overly dramatizising and simply putting in a wrong light what is really going on inside the meme creation scene. Frank, I'm sorry to tell it to ya, but a near-sudden cultural shift in humour is not going to happen, pal. What is really happening is that younger kids like to distance themselves from older generations as much as possible, may it be via clothing, music politics or, in this case, humour. Most teenagers eventually just grow out of their phase of shutting themselves off of older people. That eventually happens either when they marry, or when they enter their 30's. I am not saying that a and progressing culture is bad, however it's a lie to say those teens will keep their culture with them as they grow old. Just take hippies, as am example Some of you may remember them promoting peace and other values, and generally having a very liberal mindset. Now, who were those hippies? This answer may be a suprise to you, but those hippies were (mostly) boomers. Yup, the same generation that is nowadays known for being notoriously authoritarian and close-minded. People can change. And those who laugh about their memes now will probably change too, once they reach a certain age. The only thing in favor of Frank's argument is the existence of the Internet. Although that argument isn't that much of a punch when considering the very likely possibility that another game changing form of media will probably pop up within the next few decades. Memes will simply not prevail, or they will be warped beyond recognition (Not as in becoming more abstract and surreal (which is also a very widely spread belief about Memes)), by having different unwritten rules for Memes. If a time traveler from 2011 saw a changing modern meme page from today, they wouldn't think those memes would be funny or should even be called memes. What we call memes now, will be forgotten in the future. To cut it short, memes will not have a major effect on culture, nor will they even be remembered in 20+ years. One more thing. Frank stated that Greg Heffley was saying "Actually, it's only a purse!" in the Meme he explained. That is incorrect, though. Greg says "Actually, it's a purse!" without the "only". I think it's highly unprofessional that he tries to deeply analyze a meme and then doesn't even quote the text correctly. It makes me feel like Frank is just doing this for the fame and money by focussing on dramaticising viewpoints instead of being scientifically accurate. This is probably the true reason Bethany left him and took the kids. Not because she "loved Chad more instead of a nice man like me", as Frank said, but because she can't stand him becoming increasingly narcissistic and delusional about his fame anymore. It's actually sickening me how he is cutting of more and more of his friends and family and doesn't even care for fans either. I know I will probably be fired by Frank for publishing this, but the problem is only turning bigger and bigger with no sight of him changing his ways. Frank should honestly take a break from his job and go visit his kids again. After all, he never bothered to see them once Bethany "took them away" from him. He can visit his children anytime he wants to, but he rather likes to work on another money milking machine again (which is ironically the reason the kids chose Bethany.) Alright, it's time to end this text. Looking back at it, it seems like it's 1/3 explanation, 1/3 critique and 1/3 open letter. I planned this to just be an extension of Frank's analysis and another lie about how we are getting along just fine, but now it turned into a half-agressive rant about him. But I just had to vent my frustations about my buddy. I know he hasa heart somewhere down below his thick skull, but for now it's simply how I and everyone else close to him perceive Frank. Hopefully he'll try to change. Peter Heffley PS: Frank, if you are reading this, please don't fire me for writing this. Try to reflect instead. PPS: Haha PP lol PPPS: I just went to r/Expla memes made me LOLWHMWADCCAEFP nltPeter, and all of the (Laughing Out Loud While Hitting Manny With A Diet Coke Condom And Eating Frank's Penis) out loud! Go visit that subreddit! Thanks for the explanation, Peter Heffley!

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Through the Veil | Pt. 12

• Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook • Genre: Angst / Fluff | demon!AU (→ Gifset Trailer) • Words: 8,3k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of alcohol and violence / death / graphic content

↳ Jungkook is pretty sure that he is a normal human being, but he is also sure that this book, he got from his grandma, is a cookbook. So when it turns out that the words he's reciting are not to cook some tasty meal but to summon something from the depth of the underworld - then maybe there are a few more suprises for him in stock. « previous chapter | masterlist | next chapter »

Yoongi had listened to the sound of Jungkook’s breathing and knew the exact moment when he fell asleep. He had to think about the things Persephone had said. He had never feared losing someone. Pain and Heartache wasn’t something a demon should feel. He went through life alone. It always had been easier this way. But the angel boy had brought the unexpected.

With him asleep he could admit to himself that he needed to protect him, the overwhelming emotion Yoongi felt each time Jungkook was smiling at him, had to be something like love. He wouldn’t know or recognize the emotion right away. He didn’t remember love. But still it was everything Jungkook awoke in him.

Yoongi was afraid Jungkook had found a way inside of him and wrapped himself tightly around his heart. But the bond and what it entailed hat taken a hold onto him and there was no way to remove it. The feeling inside of him was so deep and strong, it wasn’t going to go away. It was there to stay. No matter how far he ran from Jungkook, where he would go or what he did, he would be there with him. Yoongi bent his head and put his mouth against Jungkook’s ear. A soft kiss was placed and Jungkook’s breathing remained slow and even as it was meant to. The demon pulled Jungkook a little closer to his body, shutting his own eyes as he drifted off to a little slumber. It felt too good to be in his arms protected, cherished and loved and Jungkook instinctively cuddled closer. The thought of separating was pushed far back into his head, where it couldn’t ruin this moment that was entirely their own.

Jungkook could feel the mattress of the bed dip and he blinked his eyes open sleepily, groaning right away, when he felt the bruises on his body sting. The feel of paws on his thighs made him look up. Buddy was panting with his tongue lazily hanging out of his mouth, cocking his head to the side as he was questioning what the human and the demon were doing there, cuddling without him. Even though the hellhound was still a puppy, he was relatively big in comparison to normal sized puppies in the real world, so Jungkook had to move away from his demon, so the dog could lay between them. Only then Yoongi stirred awake. Jungkook patted the head of the dog, who had laid himself onto Yoongi’s chest, closing his eyes, happily enjoying the caresses. He was careful with the paws though, since the dog still had sharp crawls that were dangerously close to his exposed chest. Nonetheless the younger one smiled at the demon when he saw that he was awake and quickly hid his face again. “No one will ever believe me if I tell them I lost my virginity to a demon,” Jungkook mumbled, the heat blushing his cheeks.

“Hm, maybe you didn’t complete lose it. Maybe I didn't manage to fuck all the innocence out of you and there’s something left. Should I check? Just to make sure?” He poked Jungkook playfully into his side before lowering his voice again. “I kind of like that thought a lot. You, telling people that you’re mine. That there’s someone out there who owns your heart – and owned your body.” He nosed along Jungkook’s jaw, “Oh god I’m going to miss you so bad, Jungkook.”

Jungkook closed his eyes, feeling the ache right in the middle of his heart when Yoongi said exactly what he was afraid to think about. “Don’t…let’s just enjoy this right here, please,” Jungkook let his hand caress over Yoongi’s chest lovingly. “You want to take a shower with me?” The younger one mumbled, hoping that If he said it fast and quiet that maybe Yoongi would overhear him. A rosé color dusted his cheeks and Jungkook bit his lip in shyness.

“I’d love to,” The demon couldn’t hide his grin at Jungkook’s cute display of affection that he was very obviously embarrassed about. He had never known what being “fond” of someone felt like, not in this intensity. Not until now, where Jungkook just needed to breathe and he found it completely adorable. If Hoseok was right and Yoongi had fallen for some angel magic that Jungkook was unconsciously weaving around him - then Yoongi wanted it to capture him forever. He’d even take the pain of separation just to have Jungkook in his arms now. But enough thoughts about the future. The angel boy was right, he should enjoy this as long as it lasted and not ruin it by thinking about what would come later.

Carefully he sneaked an arm under Jungkooks legs before the other could try to get up and then lifted him up off the mattress. When Jungkook opened his mouth Yoongi just commented drily, “You don’t want to walk right now. Trust me on this. You’re going to feel sore soon enough tomorrow.”

Jungkook only nodded, clinging onto Yoongi while he was carrying over to the luxurious bathroom that accompanied the beautiful rooms that were Persephone’s. The younger one loved it here and he could have gotten used to the feeling of living in a big mansion, instead of his simple and small apartment at home.

Under the shower, Jungkook turned playful quick, leaving soft little kisses all over Yoongi’s wet skin and continuing to do so while he was getting dried up by the demon. Yoongi cleaned Jungkook up as carefully as he could almost forgetting himself over it. But Jungkook made sure he cleaned all of himself too with drawing attention to all his body parts with kisses. Instead of just turning him on it made this feel oddly… domestic. As if they had been together for years and were used to this, building little routines into their everyday life, living together and around each other as naturally as the Persephone’s servants were always staying to their queen. Because she owned them in a way. And Jungkook owned him. Just differently.

Jungkook could feel the sore muscles already, but he had felt worse pain before (though it definitely was at different parts of his body), so he walked back into the room on his own. Seeing buddy, still sleepily waiting for them on the bed, he turned to Yoongi, “I think we should go out and play a little with him. Or you should…because I’m actually quite sore, but I’ll manage to go down into the garden with you.”

“I really was too gentle with you if you need to get your energy off with walking a hellhound right after,” He laughed, snapping his fingers to get buddie’s attention who was happily jumping around Jungkook. “Hey, you furry doofus. That’s mine. Let him be a little. He can’t play with you. Or bend over right now. Because if he would start playing with you as if nothing had happened then I would see it as my duty to bend him over right here and fuck him again, just this time without holding back.” Of course, he wasn’t really talking to the hound, keeping his attention on Jungkook so he didn’t see buddy coming towards him and licking his knee in an attempt to get a reaction. Yoongi made a stuttered noise that sounded very undemonic and almost fell on his ass.

Jungkook let the dirty comment slip, biting his lip in thought on how the demon would make him bend over again. He was right though, that was a movement he was sure he couldn’t do in quite some time. Jungkook quickly intertwined his hand with the demon’s and pulled him along, “Now stop bickering with Buddy and play with him.”

The entire time Yoongi was playing and throwing stick after stick repeatedly, Jungkook had a smile on his face. Unfortunately, the small ones easily broke between the sharp teeth of Buddy and the dog looked up at Yoongi with his big eyes, not really understanding why everything he caught with his mouth broke in two. The demon got heavier stuff to throw like it was nothing and the hellhound barked loudly but only after a few throws Yoongi came back to where Jungkook sat. “You’re tired already?” Jungkook chuckled low, watching the hound hunt happily after some butterfly-looking like-creatures (maybe it had been fairies, but Jungkook had no luck to take a closer look, as they always flew away from him).

“Nah, demons never get tired!” He answered, trying not to breath too heavy. That little shit had some stamina! From a hellhound shaped ball of fluff, he wouldn’t have expected to be so eager at hunting games. “If he grows he might accidentally eat your face when trying to wake you up,” He grumbled pouty and coming to sit beside Jungkook with a huff, “What are you going to do with him? And - no! Before you even ask I will not take care of that sorry excuse of an underworld creature. He’s so soft he could hide in between cotton balls and no one would spot the difference.”

“I can’t do anything can I?” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “He will go back to his owner I guess… I just hope he or she takes good care of him.” Pursing his lips into a pout, he leaned a little closer to Yoongi, “But you could make sure that he’s fine from time to time?” Jungkook reached out to cup Yoongi’s cheek, his thumb caressing over the soft skin.

“Promise me that -,” Jungkook’s words suddenly got caught off, when he felt a strong pull as he got sucked into the darkness. He had tried to reach out for the demon, a silent scream and panic filled expression. But he was gone and swirling around, screaming at the top of his lungs. Desperately he tried to call out for Yoongi, holding onto something but there was nothing but thin air until he fell onto the ground. Two strong arms instantly grabbed him and brought him back up on his feet and Jungkook tried to blink his eyes open, feeling too dizzy to see what was in front of him.

Yoongi tensed immediately, his claws coming out, but he couldn’t reach fast enough for the other and within a blink of an eye he was … gone. Just gone. Right into thin air.

Yoongi jumped up so quickly he startled the hellhound and in his terror, he screamed at him, a demonic yell that was simple fear and panic and shock and pure utter hopelessness as he had absolutely no idea what to do! What if the witches had gotten him and where trying to cook him again, right now, while he was standing here in the middle of the garden like a fool, wasting precious seconds! He needed to get to Persephone, he didn’t know what she would ask of him or what he would have to do in return but Yoongi had no idea who was able to snatch Jungkook away like that or why someone would do it but Persephone, being the mistress of her lands certainly knew or at least could make it known where Jungkook was and what Yoongi needed to do to get him back. He stormed along the corridors of the palace, feet drumming against the light marble, ignoring everyone else he was passing by the only thing in his mind just ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!’

The boy gazed up carefully, his first instincts telling him that he should orientate himself, maybe he could send Yoongi something through their bond, so he knew where he was – but then Jungkook saw the familiar structure of Persephone’s palace. He jerked when he felt someone breathe heavily into his neck and Jungkook turned his head to see one of the schakals holding onto his arms tightly. Almost painfully.

“Why- why are you holding me? I’m not doing anything, please,” Jungkook pleaded, hoping that this was all just a misunderstanding. His head snapped around again, when Persephone came down the stairs with a bunch of her guards following her. “Yoongi, please,” Jungkook whispered quietly, hoping that he would find him and tell him what was going on.

The schakal didn’t answer his question, just continued to sniff at him, pressing his cold, wet nose into Jungkook’s neck as if he was testing how hard he needed to push until he could make the boy’s neck snap. “Hm, interesting…,” Another sniff before the cold snout was gone from his skin as the schakal leaned over to whisper into his ear, “You let the demon have you, didn’t you? Cute, stupid little angel creature. You know you won’t be of value to him anymore now that he had you, don’t you, pretty little thing? You can’t be that dense. They only like sweet things. You don’t smell that sweet anymore. You are…tainted. Spoilt. Damaged goods. Maybe he would have fucked you once or twice again, just out of boredom. Or habit. But then you would have been discarded. You can be thankful for what’s about to happen now. This way you can preserve your childishly naive little fantasy world in which a demon fell for you, just like that and the fact that you were practically a delicacy for him didn’t had anything to do with him being nice to you.” The little sing-sang he whispered to him was purest poison, but his voice was calm and sweet nonetheless as if he was telling him the nicest things.

Jungkook felt awfully weak in the strong hold, as he avoided to listen to whatever the other was saying. But the words cut right through him. What if he was right? Yoongi had always wanted his innocence and now he had gotten it. There was nothing he could offer him anymore.

There were tears starting to dwell in Jungkook’s eyes, the words of the Schakal manifesting itself in his mind like a mantra. He whimpered quietly, and the guard had to adjust his grip on Jungkook to keep him up on his feet. “That’s…that’s not true, please,” Jungkook whispered but his mind couldn’t let go off the fact that everything the guard said was believable, even though his heart was aching for it to not be true. A tear fell onto Jungkook’s cheek and he wanted to wipe it away, but the Schakal was keeping his arms locked behind his back so he couldn’t move.

“Aww, don’t cry little one. Don’t waste your precious tears. You won’t have to watch that horned thing laugh at you. You will leave him first. But oh, who am I to spoil the surprise of my mistress. Let’s just tell her what she has in store for you. Way too generous in my opinion. I would have fed on you just for the disrespect you showed with thinking you could get away with walking around the underworld as if the laws here don’t apply to you,” When Persephone was within earshot the schakal went back to being as quiet and motionless as possible, keeping his grip around Jungkook’s arms as tight and ruthless as a vice.

Jungkook didn’t understand what the guard was referring to. He hadn’t done anything bad and even thought that Persephone took a liking in him. Speaking of her, Jungkook turned his head to where she stood but before he could say anything she raised her hand and made him shut.

“Little one,” Persephone smiled at Jungkook, “Look! I dressed up for you!” The goddess did a little pirouette to show off the dress that was flowing softly around her feet. “It’s time for you to go home,” She simply stated and walked further towards him, when she grabbed Jungkook’s chin to make the younger one look up. “It won’t hurt, I promise,” She said with a wicked expression on her face and Jungkook helplessly whined.

This would be it. He had been used, lied to, played with and now he was sent off like he was worth nothing. He averted his gaze, tears falling down his cheeks. He should have never trusted a demon.

Yoongi stormed into the private garden without giving a damn about etiquette, his fear for Jungkook’s safety overriding absolutely everything else. He had sprinted down the halls trying to get to Persephone’s throne sale when suddenly his bond had pulled him somewhere else and with utter confusion he had realized that Jungkook must be somewhere around here. But where exactly? And why?

It had taken him precious minutes to try to not explain this rationally and instead just go where the slight pull on his heartstrings was taking him, because rationally this made no fucking sense. But his heart knew where Jungkook was. And that he was afraid. Which mad Yoongi ‘s heart aching too. So, after following some small, hidden secondary corridors he finally could see a door that was leading him outside again - or at least something that meant sky over his head and grass under his feet. But it was encased by the walls of the towers of Persephone’s palace and therefore - even though the size and the beauty of the garden could have you easily oversee it - Yoongi had landed in some backyard garden that had been planted to fill the empty space somehow. It was so secluded from everything else - the only way to get there the little door he had come through, the only way to see them was to go close to the top of the towers and look through one of the sparsely built windows. But Yoongi was certain that from up there no one would want to look down to earth if you could enjoy the view.

Jungkook was pleading for Persephone not to send him off like that – without letting him say goodbye to Yoongi, even with his heart breaking – he didn’t care. Even if it meant to hear the truth, that the demon didn’t care about him. Even then, he would have wanted to kiss him one last time. He rather let his heart get shattered into a million pieces, then live without saying goodbye to the one he loved. Jungkook had wanted to set him free. So, this was it.

The hold around his arms had gotten stronger the second Yoongi had entered the scene and Persephone smirked knowingly. With a wave of her hand, the Schakal shoved Jungkook forcefully, who stumbled and fell onto his knees right in front of the demon. Jungkook pushed himself up on his hands, a quiet sob broke through him, but he didn’t dare to look up.

“Na-ah,” Persephone raised her hand again, weaving some magic around Yoongi that made him freeze in his state. There was no way he could reach for Jungkook right now. “I see you found him pretty quick,” The goddess walked up to the demon and around him, letting her hand caress over his broad shoulders, “Let’s say goodbye to our little boy here, right demon?”

The second his eyes fell on Jungkook he knew something was horribly wrong. His heart clenched painfully at the way the younger was hunching on the floor, as if he was torn between curling in on himself for protection and trying to run away from this. He was about to ask Persephone what the hell she had done with him, trying to get to Jungkook as fast as possible to make sure he was okay, to hold him close and tell him that he was safe now - when the goddess forced him to keep completely still. He shook with rage. But on the outside his body barely made a little tremble. Then the words Persephone had spoken sunk in and it felt like someone had emptied a bucket of ice water over his head.

“Good...bye? What...what are you trying to… This is not... you can’t send him away already! We barely…that’s not…,” Yoongi felt breathless and lightheaded, his mind refusing to function properly because the shock at the thought of losing Jungkook right now made him freeze even more than any magic could have done.

“Was he a good toy?” Persephone asked with a smile on her face, letting her finger trail over the delicate features of Yoongi’s face, “I’m glad my demons get to have some fun from time to time.” This was the dark part of her showing, the one that was the goddess in rage and filled with anger – the queen of the underworld not the childlike woman that likes to wander around in her garden. She kneeled to grip Jungkook’s chin to make him look up at her and then Yoongi.

“Demon, I know you barely only had your pleasure with him once, but you see,” She paused and got up again to heighten the tension, “You can fuck him again in five years if you want to. He’s stupidly in love with you…he will wait...but you’re a demon.” His whole body was shaking, but still Jungkook managed to look up and at Yoongi just when Persephone stood by the demon’s side, whispering something into his ear, “And demons don’t fall in love, don’t they?” Just then she swirled around and let Yoongi off her magic, waiting and watching him closely.

He knew it was a test. And that he would lose if he would prove her sarcastic comment wrong and fell on his knees to cradle Jungkook against his chest as he wanted to. To keep him from having to listen to such poisonous words that surely were slicing through his soft, vulnerable heart like a knife. Jungkook wasn’t used to this, those games of power and control that gods and goddesses in the underworld played for fun. It Yoongi behaved like he was in love - then she might find even more enjoyment in changing her mind and sentencing Jungkook to death, or she could lock him up somewhere just to make sure he stayed loyal to her. He needed to tell Jungkook that this wasn’t true at all - but he needed to tell him somewhere else. Far, far away from the eyes and ears of Persephone and her servants. So Yoongi turned his face into a polite mask, no anger, no fear, no love left to find there. Then he kneeled in front of Jungkook slowly, trying not to let his breath hitch at the sheer desperation he saw in the younger’s eyes. Jungkook must feel like he was dying from the inside out right now. Yoongi knew how scared he had been with taking the risk of opening to Yoongi completely. He had showed him all of him, all parts and pieces of his soul. And now he had been told that to Yoongi it had been a game to pass the time. The pity in his eyes was real just as his words were when he told him shortly, “I’m sorry Jungkook. I didn’t mean for it to end like this.”

Jungkook was searching the demon’s eyes, the hurt seeping through his chest and veins until it filled all his body. His bottom lip was quivering from the way he tried to hold back his tears. He gulped heavily before he spoke up. His voice was barely there, but with the demon being so close, Yoongi could still hear him. “You shouldn’t feel sorry. It’s my fault,” Jungkook stammered quietly, a tear falling onto his cheek and he quickly averted his gaze, “I’m sorry, I made this more complicated. It was stupid of me to think...that you…” His voice broke off as he couldn’t speak further. It hurt too much.

“Yeah. You thought I loved you right? That... that you are the most important thing in my life, that I’m waking up with you on my mind and won’t go to sleep without holding you in my arms from now on,” Yoongi swallowed and it was like trying to swallow down razorblades. He indirectly tried to tell Jungkook what it would have been like if Persephone wouldn’t have forced them to separate like this. What he had wished for so dearly.

“That we would be our own little family, you, me and that soft little hellhound of yours. That’s what you thought, isn’t it,” His fingers trembled a little when he reached out for Jungkook’s face, wiping the tears from his cheek. Jungkook cried quietly, as if his pain was too big for audible cries. As if he had surrendered to it. It was worse than him screaming at him or being rightfully angry. How could he really blame himself for trusting? He was the most precious, honest and beautiful person inside out. Anyone who harmed him or even tried to was at fault - and not Jungkook who brought nothing but joy and love and happiness to others life’s.

“As… as you gave me something of yours…,” It was almost cruel to phrase their night together like this but he didn’t want the others to hear any kind of details, so he tried to describe it as distant as possible. “I could give you something in return if you want to. For it to be fair or however you want to call it. You wanted to fly with me once, right? You were unconscious when I held you when... when he came down here. So, with the goddess’ permission...,” He courtly looked at Persephone and gave her a little respectful nod, “Then I would fly with you now, just for a moment. Then you’ll have something nice to remember as well. Not just pain and heartache.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the tears from falling now with the way Yoongi spoke so bluntly about the things he had wished for so badly – even though he always knew in the back of his mind that he could never have it. He looked over to the guard for a second who was grinning widely and then Persephone who was watching the demon in interest and with a proud expression and then back to Yoongi. Jungkook wasn’t sure what this all was about, but something made him grab the demon’s hand nonetheless as he pulled him up to stand in front of him. His legs were shaking so badly, that Yoongi had put an arm around his waist to keep him stabilize and Jungkook couldn’t help but cry more. Persephone was happily observing it as he gave Yoongi the sign to fly.

Yoongi wasted no time and spread his wings the second Persephone gave him a sign, not caring at all how the guard would be able to see them. He had ripped out Jungkook’s heart in front of their eyes, he could bare his own soul a little too. He held Jungkook tight against himself, hugging him close in a way that hopefully gave him comfort but only when he was completely, absolutely certain that they were out of reach and hearing range did he stop, keeping them both in the air like a kestrel. His mask shattered immediately, and he tried to get Jungkook to look at him who tried his best to avoid exactly that. “Jungkook, shh… shht, my love, please don’t cry. Look at me. Baby boy, please look at me. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that she would try to get you so quickly and ... and I didn’t know… how else to act without harming you even more with it. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. Not the bad things at least. I just told you what I had wished for myself. I love you. I love you, my little angel boy. Please don’t cry. Please…don’t waste your precious tears on them,” He gently wiped the crystalline droplets away from the youngers face, caressing his face, kissing his cheek in between the rushed, whispered words, hoping that Jungkook wasn’t hurt too deeply already to believe him ever again.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook whispered and held onto the demon tight, kind of scared that he would let go off him and make him fall to his death. He couldn’t hold it back much longer, as the sobs broke through him and he looked at the demon with tear filled eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to come and visit me, Yoongi,” He whispered and hastily wiped away some tears, “I told you I will set you free if I can. I’m only human, I’m weak. I know that. You don’t love me, and you belong here, Yoongi. The bond will break the second I’m dead. It won’t be long for someone like you…you lived and eternity before. I want you to be free.” He whimpered quietly, when he felt the demon’s lips on his cheeks, the bond pulling at his heart achingly. “I’m so sorry I made this mess…I should have never tried to cook,” Jungkook was sobbing by now, his hands balling into fists and holding onto tight to the demon’s shirt, “I’m sorry…so so sorry, please.”

Yoongi just held him closer, gently stroking his back, his hair. He was choked up from seeing Jungkook so lost and so broken. Because of him. And even then, the younger only thought about what was best for Yoongi, even when he was barely able to see through his tears was he telling him what Yoongi might want to hear.

“You’re wrong”, He finally answered, voice hoarse and broken, “I don’t want to be free of you. Ever again. If I could I would bind you so tightly to me that it would be impossible to separate us. Because you are not weak, and I will come visit you as soon as I can and... and I do love you. If you believe nothing else from what I say anymore then please just believe those three little words. Because I didn’t use you I swear. And if there is a way I can prove it to you then I will do it because the last thing I want is for you to suffer at home when I put you through enough already. Please don't ever think I played you for fun. I would do everything, absolutely everything to be able to stay by your side. But... but I can’t do that without risking my life. Or yours. And I don’t... I can’t...” His voice broke off when the emotions overwhelmed him, the realization that this was it, that Jungkook would be send away now and he wouldn’t be able to see him for five full years, breaking his heart cleanly in half.

Jungkook nodded, not being able to speak through the tears and sobs. He understood, and he felt it. The love was wrapped tightly around them and Jungkook could feel it through the bond. He always kind of did but now he was sure. He cupped Yoongi’s cheek when he felt the sudden pain waving off him. Looking down, Jungkook quickly made sure if someone could see them before he leaned in, pressing his lips softly onto the demons. The kiss was full of desperation and promises and the younger one couldn’t get enough.

“I believe you,” He whispered against the demon’s lips, “I love you. I will never love anyone else but you. Please don’t let me go.” His lips pressed onto the demon’s more desperately, the bond between them humming and buzzing in content. Only Persephone’s call broke the two apart. From high up there it wasn’t clear what exactly she was saying but it must be something along the lines of her losing her patience if they didn't come down right now because they were taking up way too much of her time already.

Yoongi tensed, his wings automatically bristling up their feathers and for a moment, for one single daring moment he thought about just taking Kookie and running of. Flying away right now, leaving everything behind and risking being hunted by gods and goddesses and everything in between. But then he could feel Persephone reaching out to him, her magic wrapping securely around his wings and he knew that he wouldn’t even get away for one single wingspan before she would pull them back and punish them both for what Yoongi had tried to do.

So, he obeyed, Jungkook still in his arms, holding him so tight he was afraid that the younger would have problems catching his breath. But letting him go felt entirely impossible.

“I promise I’ll be careful…and I will stay in and not go out after the sun is down and I will wear the necklace to protect myself,” Jungkook murmured quickly, when Yoongi was making sure to go down slowly, “Just promise me…that if Buddy…if he doesn’t find his owner that you will take care of him, okay? Maybe he’s lost and…maybe he needs someone, okay? Please, I know you don’t want to…but please make sure he’s okay.”

“Of course,” When his feet hit the floor his heart sunk - as did his mask. It sunk all the way down over his face until there was nothing left from the emotional mess he inwardly was. He maybe hesitated a little too long to let Jungkook go. But no one could use such a tiny thing against them. He stepped back, his eyes still securely fixed on Jungkook’s face, trying to tell him through them what words couldn’t say any longer. That he would watch over him from afar as best as he could. That even though he had been grumpy he secretly liked the hellhound puppy so Jungkook wouldn’t have to worry about him. That he would be just as in love with him in five years as he was right now. And that they had to play along with this to be able to see each other again. Which meant it was time to say goodbye now.

Jungkook was barely a step away from Yoongi, when the guard was by his side again, holding on tight to his arm. Persephone got to the demon’s side and patted his shoulder in a weak attempt to comfort him. “Now, goodbye little one,” She said, and her face softened for a second, “It was weirdly fun to have you around. Make sure to visit us when you die.”

Yoongi swallowed hard but nothing could be done against the lump in his throat and the mess of splinters his heart had turned into. He would just have to endure this and then go home and... and hope for the next five years to pass like it was nothing. But who did he think he could feel okay, when every day without Kookie would be torture, every hour without him an ache that he wouldn’t be able to will away. He had been together with the younger for long enough now to know that he would miss him like crazy the moment he would be out of his sight.

Even though she hadn’t been kind to him the last hour, Jungkook still thanked Persephone for letting him stay and being as kind as to share food with him. Reaching out to him, she cupped his cheek and wiped away some of the boy’s tears. “You’re welcome, little boy,” She nodded and stepped aside for him to look at Yoongi one last time. A weak smile showed on Jungkook’s face as he desperately fought against the urge to reach out for the demon one last time.

Yoongi ‘s stance almost crumbled at Jungkook’s sad little smile that the younger gave him, at his wave that looked like all the energy had been drained from him. He was very obviously trying to be strong for the both. But it didn’t help. Only the knowledge of Jungkook’s certain death if he stayed with him - and his end if he tried to run from Persephone to be with Jungkook - kept him from stepping forward again to hold onto Jungkook and never let go. But so, he just stood there, watching. And then… Jungkook was gone.

A strong push made Jungkook fall forward and he fell onto his hands again, as the guard had landed roughly in his apartment. A nod was all he got, when he vanished again leaving Jungkook alone. Completely, utterly, alone. He carefully got up with shaking knees and looked around his apartment that hadn’t changed one bit from the last time he was here. Only one thing was missing.

Jungkook quickly ran into the bedroom, seeing the unmade bed – on both sides, and his heart ached painfully. He turned to his mirror, lifting his shirt up to see where death had touched him, and the marks were still there. Then he ran into the kitchen, where the pots and pans that Yoongi had used, were still standing around as if Yoongi and him had just left yesterday (which technically only was a few days ago, because the underworld and the real world had ‘different time zones’ that much he had learned).

Jungkook snapped around and ran to the coffee table, where the package with the dried pixie wings still was lying open as if Yoongi had just gotten out some to snack on it. Yoongi. There was no way he could ever reach him again. He had to wait now. Five awfully long years and only hope that he would come back to him. Jungkook hadn’t notice the tears that were falling again long before he cried out, choking on a desperate sob, the pain in his heart overwhelming everything else. There was nothing else he could feel but the pain. Today. Tomorrow and until he would come back to him.

It wasn’t long before everyone else around him just left and Yoongi knew that he was supposed to leave too. But somehow, he was still hoping that this was a joke or a bad dream or that Persephone changed her mind and would bring Jungkook back to him in the next second. So, he waited...and waited...and waited. Until he felt big paws on his leg, just above his knee.

He jerked out of his stupor and when he looked down he saw Buddy looking at him questioningly. Yoongi smiled sadly at him and for a moment he couldn’t decide between laughing or crying or screaming. So, he did nothing of it. “I’m sorry, pup. I think he... he won’t come back. For a very...long time. Like...ever.” Then he kneeled and buried his face in Buddy’s fur, stifling the sobs against the hound’s sturdy body. The hellhound just stood by his side, not really understanding but feeling that something wasn’t right. He followed the demon back to his cave, staying close to Yoongi’s legs as if he was afraid the moment he would leave, his part time owner would get sad again.

The dog suddenly barked happily, sniffing the smell of Jungkook and ran ahead and into the cave. Looking over his shoulder, he barked again, trying to tell Yoongi that the angel boy was here – he got disappointed though, when he was pushing his snout into some clothes that were Jungkook’s, searching desperately for him but then his eyes were losing their hopeful glance.

It hurt to watch Buddy search for Jungkook because the hound did exactly what he was aching to do; to run off to go search for him and then make sure the younger would never leave him again. But he couldn’t do that. Although explaining that to his heart was just as useless as trying to explain it to Buddy. So, he sat down beside him, taking one of Jungkook's shirts and then curling around it in an uncomfortable sleeping position that promised yet more comfort than everything else would have been able to give him. He wouldn’t be able to distract himself from Jungkook’s absence. So, sleep would be the only way to escape, if just for a little while. Buddy nudged the demon with his snout lovingly once, before he laid himself right next to him.

The night had been awfully long and filled with heartache and loneliness and no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing that would bring Jungkook back. The demon felt a hand on his shoulder and blinked his eyes slowly open. “Hey-,” Hoseok murmured, shaking his friend a little so he would wake faster, “Did you sleep on the stone-cold floor all night? You want to kill yourself there? You know that’s not good for your back or your wings? And we need them… Persephone called.”

Honestly, he was thankful that there was work to do that he needed to concentrate on. Because when Hoseok had woken him for the first few blissful little seconds had he forgotten that Jungkook was gone - and then it hit him fully rendering him unable to breathe or move or do anything else but beg for this awful version of reality to crumble to pieces. But there was no way out. And he still needed to do his job. So, he followed Hoseok as obedient as soulless.

Yoongi had never shown himself as obedient as he was now, and Persephone loved it. With a smile on her face, she ordered him around doing whatever she wanted. She didn’t even need to threaten him with hurting Jungkook if he wasn’t doing what she told him, instead Yoongi did whatever she asked. No matter how ridiculous it was. The goddess loved the anger in his eyes, the hurt and rage but there was something else, too. Softness. The demon had become soft. She knew that the demon loved the human boy. She had known it far before he did himself, but there had been no way that Persephone could have let Jungkook stay. Even if she wanted to.

Sitting on her throne, she let her nails tap against the marble while she was listening to the begs and pleads of a demon in front of her. Yoongi stood by her right side and she turned her head gracefully, with a smile secured on her lips. “I hate getting betrayed,” The goddess said with a steady voice and motioned for Yoongi to step forward, “Show him what we do with demons that think that they can make their own decisions.”

Yoongi wasn’t stupid, he knew that this job was kind of a sideswipe at him, a way of preventing him to make a decision himself, like going after Kookie even though he wasn’t allowed to. But unless the poor demon in front of him who had either underestimated Persephone's power or overestimated his own abilities the warning would come too late. Yoongi took one of the silver daggers that were lying on the little table just out of his reach so that he had to turn his back towards the demon for a second. He must be quite young or naive because instead of enduring whatever the goddesses would see fit as his punishment he actually tried to get up and run. Of course, Persephone didn’t move a muscle, it was Yoongi’s job to do so. But even if Yoongi would have let him go - then he would still have no chance at all to even reach the door unharmed. So Yoongi threw the dagger calmly, hitting the other right in between the shoulder blades.

The demon screamed in pain, tumbling to the floor and trying to get the dagger out of his back. Which he couldn’t. That’s why Yoongi had chosen that place. The demon whimpered when he caught up to him and stepped on his forearm to keep him from getting up. “Don’t make it worse, kid. I don’t think she’ll have me kill you if this is your first-time disobeying. But she definitely will if you try to keep running away. So just suck it up. It probably won’t even hurt as much as you’re afraid it will.” It was a blatant lie - but one that could potentially safe the others life. “Please, I didn’t…I,” The demon was howling in pain and Persephone was smiling in content. “I don’t think he understood, yet,” She ordered calmly, making Yoongi growl low, when he saw how the demon tried to reach for something.

Jungkook startled in his sleep, a gasp falling from his lips as he was breathing heavily, the heat burning up his lungs and he suddenly felt feverish. Blinking his eyes open, he looked around in his dark bedroom. It had barely been a few weeks without Yoongi and he couldn’t help but have nightmares everyday – but this was different. He clutched his chest, feeling all too hot as Jungkook slowly got up. He stumbled to the bathroom to throw water in his face, trying to cool himself down but nothing that normally worked, helped him. In the kitchen, he downed a glass of water, but nothing could soothe the heat raging in his heart, when he finally understood – it was Yoongi.

He whined helplessly. The feeling was familiar, he felt it first at the fairy’s home when the demon showed his full form for the first time in rage and then again later. He held onto the kitchen counter, panting and desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yoongi,” He choked out the demon’s name, hoping that whatever it was that made Yoongi go out full on demon would be over soon, “I can’t brea- breathe. Please, Yoongi.” Jungkook knew that he was pleading for nothing. There was no way that Yoongi could think rational now. He tried to keep his breathing calm, sitting down on the cold kitchen floor as he pulled his legs closer, whimpering with every aching pull of the bond.

It felt horribly satisfying to take his own pain out on someone else and so Yoongi tortured the younger demon just like Persephone had asked of him until the other was a bleeding, broken, sobbing mess. Yoongi wiped the bloody dagger on his clothes, ready to use it again when suddenly a wave of nausea hit him. He swayed a little, trying to find out what on earth was making him feel so dizzy. Then he felt the pull on his heart, a strangely weak and uncomfortable one. “Jungkook…,” The whisper was over his lips before he could stop himself and suddenly he saw the scene through Jungkook’s eyes. How he was torturing one of his own kind without even knowing if he really had done something bad. How he wasn’t stopping even though the demon had already begged him for mercy twice. How the eyes of the younger one were full of pain and fear. Because of him.

Yoongi tried to keep his breathing calm when the panic was starting to mess with him, his hands starting to tremble and his vision blurring. He blinked it away, furrowing his brows in concentration until he was back to normal. Then he kneeled besides the injured demon who made a scared little sound and weakly tried to protect himself even though he knew he didn’t have a chance against Yoongi. Not in the beginning and definitely not now when he was just barely conscious. Yoongi wiped the blood from his cheek and gently touched the youngers face making him look up at him. He turned down his voice so that Persephone couldn’t hear them before asking. “What is this for anyway? What did you do that made her so angry at you?”

“I…I can’t,” The demon stuttered, “It would only make it worse.” He coughed violently, trying to reach out for Yoongi, “Please, believe me I didn’t do it because I wanted to betray her. I had no choice. You understand that, right? Ple-please.”

Jungkook could feel his heartbeat calm down and he sighed in relief, but then the sadness crashed in waves over him. He hadn’t felt Yoongi much since the day he left and now everything was just too much. He hated it. Every second of it. Jungkook had tried to keep it together the past weeks, try to work and be the good boy he promised to be. He had established a routine to keep his mind from wandering off to the demon each time, but it hadn’t work, not one second. Jungkook had only suppressed everything he felt and now it all came back to him. His body was shaking with the sobs and the boy curled in on himself, letting the pain just swallow him up whole, screaming out for the demon to come back to him.

Yoongi swallowed when the sudden sadness washing over him made him entirely too vulnerable and empathetic for the demon’s pleas. He should continue to ‘play’ with him until Persephone told him to stop. Then and only then would he consider backing off. But the fearful words together with Jungkook’s emotions went right into his chest. He sighed deeply before putting the dagger away. He had more pressing matters to do right now. Like trying his hardest not to think about Kookie while making sure that everything was alright up there. “You don’t have to keep whining. I’m done with you anyways”, He told him as roughly as possible to not lose his face while in reality his voice had gone softer, if only because of thinking about Jungkook.

The demon caught the other by his collar like a rabbit and dragged him back to the goddess, where he put him at her feet. It was on her to decide what to do next with him. The demon underneath him was whimpering and Yoongi realized something while looking down at him. He wouldn’t make it, just as much as he himself wouldn’t make it without Jungkook. He couldn’t live without his smile, his laugh. He couldn’t live without his ability to calm him. The odds were stacked and fucked up against him. Gazing up, a shiver went down his spine, when Yoongi saw the wicked smile of the goddess, but she waved him off, so Yoongi did what he had to do. He turned around and walked out of the throne sale – with blood all over his hands and clothes and only one thing on his mind.

Jungkook.

A/N: Let’s just say one thing...we cried writing this and I also cried while editing this again! Leave us a comment on how you liked this chapter! We still got two more chapters to go! What do you think will happen next? Will there be a happy end? *sighs*

#networkbangtan #ggukienet #bangtanarmynet #dlnexus #yoonkooknetwork #thebtstown #kpopwonderlandtag #yoonkook #sugakookie #bts #bangtan #bts fanfic #yoonkook fanfic #demon!yoongi #demon au #yoongi x jungkook #/mywriting #mine #x marks the soft

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classlesstulip · 7 years ago

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Fam Jam in a Septic Tank

So, I keep seeing all these famjam post and decided to get in on it. Already spilled about Grandma Carol's CIA cookies, so why the fuck not?

So, Grandma and Grandpa settled into a newly built neighborhood in Utica, Michigan back in 1946-1947. Like the house had no other oweners. During this time, they raised 4 kids to teenhood. First my Aunt Lo in '43, then Aunt Juju in '47 (not longer after the house was bought), my dad Mi in '51, with my Uncle Hen in '59 (SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER, YOU THOUGHT YOU WAS DONE CHILD HAVING? GUESS AGAIN!).

Now, in Michigan at this time (at least this part), actual attached toilets were still pretty new. Most places still had actual honest to god outhouses. So, this brand new house was the first that had an attached toilet that either of my Granparents had LIVED IN. This was a big fucking deal.

Also at this time, most homes had their toilet sewage go into a septic tank. These tanks are literal onsite sewage treatment before it flows into a septic field or sewer system.

For obvious reasons, these things fill up faster than they can decompose. Thus, they need to be cleaned out periodically.

My Grandparents didn't know this. As mentioned, they had never lived in a home with an attached toilet. They learned this the hard way.

Or more like my dad Mi did.

Picture this: Summer 1968. My dad is 17 years old. Heartbreaker in highschool. Already an uncle (Aunt Lo can protest all she wants, but bitch got married in highschool. You can probably guess why) and helping his dear old Papa watch his niblings. Its beautiful and VERY WARM. Theres was a light breeze all day. The wind shifts, and brings with it the most UNGODLY STENCH that has ever been smelled. It was like Satans rank goat ass just gaped wide!

Everyone is wondering where the fuck this smell is coming from. It was so bad that Little Sher (a wee babe) was spitting up. The menfolk are asking whodunit, Aunt Ju is looking around the yard for a skunk or dead animal, Aunt Lo is on the roof (previously removing some overzealous climbing ivy) and checks the chimney. Uncle Hen, who is only about ten, is obviously asking the real questions ("Daddy why does it smell like egg farts?")

No one has any idea where this rank ass, weapons grade, chemical warfare smell is coming from.

Untill Ol' Jeb from next door (and Grandpas Battle Buddy) pokes his head out his back door cursing up a storm, asking Granpa if his septic tank burst or what, you old dumfuck?

Grandpa is all like what the hell you talking about, and dont curse in front of my fucking grandkids and go die in a fire.

Thats when Ol' Jeb learns Grandpa a thing or two about septic tanks. Including the fact that they need to be cleaned.

FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK. This tank has like 20 years of human shit in it. And with how hot its been, the shit expanded and actually SHIFTED the capstone that closes off the tank. Human waste is literally seeping into the yard.

Now, Grandpa knew what needed to be done. However, he didnt want to shell out for a vacuum truck to come by, what would the neighboors think?

(They are wondering why you yard smells like shit, Nick. Now fix it.)

So this leads to my dad being shoved into gillie waders to muck out the OVERFLOWING septic tank. ("Mi get the waders on". "Bullshit, you do it dad." "I cant im holding Sher." "Make Lo do it, shes the oldest". "Fuck you Mi!" "Both of you shut up." "Fuck off, Ju. Yaint doing anything you fucking do it." "I aint touching shit." "Mi just put on the waders. Ju, help him lift the capstone." "What? Hell no!" "HAHA HA SUFFER WITH ME JUJU!")

So heres my dad, wearing fucking chest high waders, struggling with my Aunt Ju to lift the fucking CEMENT capstone. Which is doubly difficult because of the suction the human shit is providing (and dont forget the smell).

Eventually with the help of Grandpas truck, the capstone is pulled out.

That was mistake #1.

Mistake #2 was not keeping an eye on Aunt Lo. She had come down from the roof while this was all going on to nurse Little Sher while Grandpa went to grab a beer to drink while overseeing Operation: Shitballs.

At this point, my dad and Aunt Ju are standing on opposide side of the septic tank entrance and fighing over how this was going to get done ("We need a bigger bucket." "No shit."). Unbeknownst to everyone else, Aunt Lo had been sneaking over very sneakly. When she was right behind dad, she PUSHED HIM.

PUSHED HIM RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING TANK!

He landed feet first (thank fucking christ), and sunk straight down. By the time his feet were touching the bottom of the tank, the sewage was to his armpits (he's 5'11", so not short). The waders only came up to a few inches under his pectorals. Fermenting human shit has now started POURING into the waders and down his (bare) legs. This soupy muck was clinging to everything!

On top of that, he couldn't get out. He not only couldnt get enough leverage, but his shit-covered arms were slippery and the muck was so thick he was literally vacuum-sealed. My Aunt Lo is not a weak woman, and she could not pull him out. GRANDPA could not pull him out, and he regularly picked up my dad by the scruff of his neck even as a teen.

Eventually, they had to slip a rope around my dads chest, and Grandpa had to tow him out with his truck (to the hilarity of Ol' Jeb and the rest of the neighboorhood).

Once safe, my dad vowed REVENGE. FOR TOO LONG HAD HE BEEN THE BUTT OF LO'S JOKES! FOR TOO LONG HAD HE BEEN OPPRESSED BY THE MOST VILE AND DASTARDLY OF PEOPLE, THE 'ELDEST SIBLING'! VICTORY SHALL BE HIS!

He then procedded to chase Lo around the yard, then up and down the street. Covered in shit. In the summer. In 1968.

Eventually, he chased he back into the yard again. She climbed back onto the roof. Naturally he followed. She climbed back down, and took the ladder away.

Grandma came home to the sceen of her eldest son (my dad) on the roof covered in human shit, Uncle Hen dressed as a cowboy shooting suction darts at my dad, the back yard covered in tread marks, Aunt Lo waving a ladder around, Aunt Ju serving drinks to what looks like the entire neighboorhood, and Grandpa sitting on the front porch with Ol' Jeb (the fucker) bouncing Little Sher on his knee laughing his fool head off.

#fam jam #meet the cast #mi #aunt lo #aunt ju #uncle hen #grandpa #grandma #little sher #ol' jeb #a lack of sanity #septic tank #shenanigans #cheeky family history

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skitzydoom · 7 years ago

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ChipKitty - Diary / matt-edd fanfic

it was the moment of pure friendship...I met him through an online game too. We were best buddy's always playing together after school.No matter what we did, we always had fun. i told him where i lived and on that day he never talked back..untill a week later. i heard a knock on my front door and i went over. i opened the door and saw an adorable guy right in front of my face. i blushed a bit and asked what he wanted. he looked down to a paper he had in his hand. he told me '' are you matthew? ''i felt my face heat up. this can't be, it was my friend Edd!! we talked and i invited him inside. he came all the way from another country just to visit me!! he ended up staying.... days..... weeks....... months, untill he now lived with me. it was the best time we had..

one day he kissed me on the cheek when we played the game together, i felt as red as a tomato. i looked over to him and he was also red. he told me he loved me from the day we met in real..it made my heart skip a beat. i took him in my arms and kissed him on the lips. he tasted like cola, he also had very soft lips. he made the most adorable giggle... i nuzzled my nose against his. we spend that day lazily on the sofa. me hugging my smaller now boyfriend to my chest.it was like holding a teddybear as he was a little bit squishy. i loved every single part of him. we went on dates, we played together. met new friends. we did everything together.

the thing i loved the mostwas grocery shopping, he always hung on the cart while i pushed it forwards. i kissed his head while he putted a tray of cola cans in the cart. the suprised squeak he made made me chuckle, he hugged me....what was he warm then... he looked up to me, his big emerald green eyes staring to my sky blue eyes ''i love you so much, my lovely chipkitty'' he said to me. i was confused, chipkitty? a new nickname. i laughed and asked him what he meant, what he said made me become red again '' the most, handsome, adorable, sweet, loving , caring, beautifull man i have'' he said. i chuckled and ruffled him over his head, we went outside, back to home. we lived together giving each other cute nicknames.. but chipkitty never returned. i wondered why..but i didnt question it. a few days later and i was crying..crying tears of joy, we were together with some friends in an attraction park..he went down on a knee and i gasped while people were watching us as he took out a ring. it was so beautifull. he asked me if i wanted to marry him..... he didn't use my name..... but 'chipkitty'' i squeeled as i said yes,hechuckled as he putted the ring on my finger al our friends celebrated.that day was wonderfull. the way home we were talking about how our marriage would be with friends family, everyone would come. Edd chuckled and it was so adorable... I took his hand in mine and we talked about the cake what would be ordered, one with two adorable figures on top.

When the day came and he stood at the altar, i came in a white suit while he wore a black one. My heart raced in my chest as i stepped onto the altar and he held my hands. He was smiling, such a beautifull adorable smile. when we said the ‘’i do’’ part we looked at each other and kissed when we were officially married.

i felt so happy but then.... everything went downhill, it went too fast, the building shook as a nearby bomb went off... Edd Pushed me aside and i fell onto the ground on my bum, i looked up in horror as the huge chandelier fell ontop of him...... crushing his small body.... instantly killing him,

i don’t know if i screamed or not.... but everything went slow, as people started trying to pull the chandelier off of him, someone tried to pull me up aswell... but i just kept sitting on the ground... looking to the red what covered my husband’s small body... i remembered what he said at the ‘’i do’’ part...... ‘’my lovely chipkitty...’’ my eyes watered and i broke down. I sobbed loudly,

i don’t even want to remember the funeral, dark... gloomy... raining and black...Days after that i kept on stopping with eating and drinking... it came to the point that the two friends had to live with me, to be able to feed me something. everything was so diffrent.... i was diffrent....

but i knew that edd didn’t want me to give up, so i moved on even if it hurted.. one day we went to the forest to take a walk, they wanted to let me clear my mind, but that didn’t helped as the two of them kept fighting. it was on that point i wanted to turn and leave, but i heard a small noise... without hesitation i went to it, even if they called my name, i didn’t turn back.

When i arrived at the noise i looked down to a falled tree, what layed on the wing of a small brown owl. i came closer, but it spooked the small guy. i moved slowly to it and to my suprise it stopped moving, i was able to help the little guy with my two friends. the tree rolled off of the little owl’s wing, but it was broken, so it didn’t fly away..

I was even more suprised when the little owl hopped to me, i reached my arms out and it even jumped into my arms.... the way home we went past the vet, they took care of the broken wing and gave him back to us telling us to care for him, not that i minded i finally had a purpose again, something that i wanted to do...

the days with the little guy were so fun, i took him everywhere as i didn’t wanted to leave him all alone in a cage... he wasn’t dangerous, he was sweet!. We went to get groceries and he sat on my shoulder, sleeping or cooing at people who stared at him.

the day came, when he could fly.... and we had to do what was natural, so we went in the car and brought him back to the forest where we setted him free... we went back as the little guy flew off... i kept looking out the window of the car, one moment i saw the little guy chasing the car, holding a flower in its beek. i told our friend to stop driving and he did, i hurried out the car and told the little guy he was free to go.... and he flew off after dropping the flower... i felt so lonely again. we came home and i went to the kitchen to get some food, i yelped as i saw the little guy as the window. he held even more flowers in his beek, even my favorites,

the owl didn’t want to leave, even if i tried day after day, so we decided to take it inside, so it could live with us. We gave the little guy his own nest to sleep in, a stick on the ceiling where it could swing around and much much more.

one day we played a game with the three of us, while the owl was watching us play. It was scrabble, both our friends just made words to mess with the other. i sighed as i putted down my letters and leaned back. At that moment the little owl flew down straight on the board, letters flew everywhere and the two friends groaned in anger. I just looked in curioustiy as the little guy started forming a .... word.... When the owl finished shuffling the letters, i felt my heart race, my sight got blurry and the two friends hurried to me to comfort me as i started to cry. they asked me what was wrong and i pointed to the word. ‘’Chipkitty’’

i looked to the owl as it looked to me, those big emerald eyes staring back at my sky blue ones... i whispered ‘’edd’’ and the owl puffed up his feathers, cooing happily as he hopped around. more tears came down and i noticed that both our friends were silent... the owl... No, Edd looked to us and titled his head, cooing.

I took him in my arms and held him against myself, he wrapped his wings a bit around me and i felt complete again... it wasn’t the human edd i fell in love with, but he was back... in a small cuddly form.... he slept with me in the room we shared before, he slept on his pillow while i looked at his sleeping form. I gently stroked him over his feathers hearing him softly coo as he leaned into the touch. i chuckled... i love him so much.

One day we went outside in the rain, as we wanted to have a walk, me and edd and our two friends who still live with us. I looked at edd as he flew through the rain around trees in the forest. I smiled and stretches, letting the rain fall onto my face. i looked up as i didn’t feel the rain anymore, seeing him float above me. I laughed and gently patted him. Once again, bad thing happened and a strong storm suddenly overtook the weather, a strong wind blew edd away from us. I ran after him but i couldn’t find him. I ended up being seperated from the two others aswell. i called for any of them but i just couldn’t find them. A big flash of lightning struck a tree and it fell down, Straight towards me... When i turned and saw it comming to me, i thought that that was it, this was my end... But in the corners of my eye, i saw what looked like an angel. i closed my eyes, feeling something push me to the ground, but it was soft. I opened my eyes a while later seeing a bright light and i saw him.,. My lovely edd, as a human!! he smiled so lovely, i placed my hand on his cheek to feel if he was real and he was.. i felt myself tear up again. ‘’edd?? are we both dead?’’ i said in a sad tone but he just shook his head and chuckled. it was then that out friends came calling out my name. They stopped as they saw edd.... they then yelled edd’s name too. I moved up and looked to edd, taking his form in. he was human..... everything of him was human.... except for the big brown Owl wings on his back. we went home after i hugged edd for almost an hour... or two...

Edd, our two friends and me in one house.... living together... my life was once again whole, we even redid our marriage, explaining to everyone what happened.... and everyone was so happy... having edd back. This time no accidents occured... I was so happy. now at this moment, as i’m writing this up, he lays on the sofa sleeping from a huge gaming night, i have one hand on his head while writing with the other... our two friends sleep against each other on the other sofa they share, it’s so cute!! It’s so scary, rereading this story and finishing writing it... what will happen in the end? i won’t know... but for now, believe me if i say this

I am the most happy Husband to live right now!!

Yours Truely,

- ChipKitty

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Fresh Air (Minho)

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“What the hell?” Ben asked, getting a glimpse of Minho, who was far faster, stumble and trip over his feet. Minho huffed, fists clenching and nails digging into his palms.

“Shut the hell up, shuckface,” Minho said through clenched teeth, trying his very best to keep the little bits of cool he’d already seemed to lose.

Ben raised his hands defensively as he caught up to him. “Slim it nice and calm, Minho. What’s got ants up your shuck pants?”

The Keeper almost stopped running to send a smack across his partner’s face, but he was aware he couldn’t. Even though Ben was annoying Minho beyond belief, he was deadset on keeping his hands to himself. When it came to the boys, anyway.

There was a rhyme and reason that Minho wasn’t capable of being concentrated, at that rhyme and reason was named Y/N.

You were who was the Greenie who had been here a measley week, but all the Gladers clung to you in hopes of being sweet enough to primarily catch your attention. But, with the very flirtatious Minho being in a Maze for most of his daily hours, he already knew he had no chance to win you over.

Him and Ben didn’t speak as they ran out of the Maze or twiddled with their pencils in the Map Room. The Keeper of the Runners was being something that he rarely ever was – on edge – and it made the other Runners fill with nerves. They knew how dangerous a silent Minho could be.

Walking out of the Map Room, after what seemed like forever, he searched the Glade until he found who he was looking for. You looked beautiful, just as you always do, and unsurprisingly, you weren’t alone.

Still, Minho felt better about this situation since it was only the leaders, Alby and Newt, by your side, who were the most forced to keep everything they did in the Glade professionally. Suckers.

This went on for two weeks until Minho could barely take it, but most times, it wasn’t Newt or Alby chatting you up so you would feel more comfortable, it were the creepos who were trying to get you to give them the time of day.

You were always nice to your admirers, though it put you on too high of a pedestal for your liking. Sometimes, the thing you liked best was being alongside no one.

Many of the Gladers seemed like great guys, but to be honest, not an ounce of you were bothered to become close to them. If there was no way out, you weren’t looking on repopulating anytime soon, which is what many of them secretly wanted. Only, it was anything but a secret.

To get some alone time, you woke before everyone else (except the Runners), and sat in the Gardens, admiring the vegetation and sky. None of the Runners noticed you sitting there, but you noticed them. How toned and defined their bodies were – you could tell this even in the dark. How fast they were, that was a given. How they would be the saviors if they found a way out. To you, they weren’t anything short of incredible.

Minho was getting fed up with just about everyone in the Glade; his day starting early with a run, coming back and eating his dinner with Newt, and going to sleep as fast as possible.

Some days, he went to bed so early that he was awake long before any of the other Runners, but figured he should fuel his body well enough by digesting the usually crammed-down sandwhich he always made for breakfast. He packed an identical sandwhich for his run and threw his backpack over his shoulders, walking out into the sleepy Glade.

A rustle by the Gardens made his head snap, eyes straining to see what was there. Quickly, he realized. It was the girl who had him tripping himself up. It was Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him. “Isn’t it early for running?”

Minho should have been suprised, but this early in the day, he only had the energy to shrug; raising an eyebrow as he gestured towards the empty space on the ground beside you. You offered a soft nod before he took his place, intertwining his own fingers together. “Something was keeping me from staying asleep.“

You didn’t ask further questions about what was keeping him awake, and he was glad. Instead, he shot back, “What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying the view.”

Minho gave you an incredulous look. “The view?” The Glade never seemed anything on the verge of pleasant, but then again, Minho was only observant towards some things: Maze patterns, you – not necessarily the closed-in area in which the Gladers lived.

“It’s prettier at night. Lots of things are.”

Minho felt a smile twitch onto his lips. “You must be an exception. You’re pretty all the time.” Your eyes darted towards him, a flustered smile reaching your face.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.”

He looked bashful for a millisecond, but the expression vanished as fast as it appeared, replaced by a grin. “Don’t act like you don’t know. All these shuckfaces are practically bowing down to Ms. Queen She-bean.”

You smiled at him, shaking your head. “You don’t do that.”

He scoffed. “Sorry, princess.”

Your eyes were rolled in an instant. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s a breath of fresh air.”

“Don’t be so modest,” Minho said, but he didn’t mean it. He admired the way you acted; how you didn’t play all the guys who so obviously were head over heels. “Anyway, I’m not as heroic as you think, now that you saw it.”

Your facial expression changed slightly. “How so?”

“I’ve probably thought about doing to you what all these other shanks have.” In no time, a vigorous blush made it’s way to your cheeks and your stomach began to silently rumble.

Instead of showing your astonishment verbally, though, you offered a different approach. “You haven’t seen a girl in years. I can’t blame you, or them,” you waved your index finger around where the Homestead sat, housing sleeping Gladers.

Minho hummed of approval, though there was a bigger depth to the attraction and he was certain of it. Your personality would have him kissing the ground you walked on if it meant he had the chance to physically be with you, though he would rather be kissing your lips. “I dunno. Some of the poor shanks are practically obsessed. I think it’s more than their klunk hormones.”

“How do you know?” You questioned, glancing at his muscled chest before reaching his eyes once more.

He almost shook his head. Was he being too honest? But, he knew the depths of any relationship, even if it was platonic, had to be built on truthfulness. “Well, I’m not obsessed,” he made clear, to which you let out a chuckle.

“Okay?”

“But,” he rambled. “Despite your devilish good looks,” he said, making you bite the inside of your cheek to hide the sparking smirk, “you have a good head on your shoulders.”

You almost snorted. “Devilish,” you repeated once he was finished. He nodded matter-of-factly, and that was when you looked at him in utter confusion. “What?”

He leaned in real close, close enough that you could hear your heart beating through your ears. Minho was incredibly handsome, with nothing short of a good body and sense of humor. You were devilish? This boy was clearly crazy. At the realization that if you just put your chin up a little, your lips would be touching, you smiled.

“Something funny, shuckface?” He whispered. ”Let me tell you what isn’t funny. You shucking up my job.”

Your face fell. “W-What?”

Minho sighed, his bold features becoming more lenient. “I haven’t had a good run in three weeks because of you. Everytime I think about you, which is a lot,” he muttered the last part, ”I can’t focus on running, mapping, and not falling over with you in my head.”

He pulled his face away, and you instantaneously missed the proximity. “I don’t see how it’s my fault,” you almost teased.

“You don’t get it. You could have anyone in the Glade that you want. And–”

“Then, I pick you.”

“–if you think…” Not realizing what you had said just yet, he continued; until seconds later when he snapped his mouth shut. Your words quickly registered and resonated within him. “What’d you just say?”

You sighed, almost whimsically. “I just said that I pick you. I said that if I could have anyone in this Glade, I wouldn’t pick the Slicer who wants to show me off to his buddies, or the Builder who wants to get in my pants, or even the leader who conveniently wants to be one half of a power couple. I’d pick someone I actually like.”

A grin mounted his face cheekily. “So, you do like me?” He stated; you both could tell that it wasn’t a question as much as it was confirmation.

“I think I just said that. Got griever juice in your ears?”

Minho parted his lips into a smile, to which you returned. Of course you did, since simply being near him was exactly what you called it; a breath of fresh air.

Just sitting with him, your head leaning on his broad shoulder, you knew you made nothing short of a good decision. Minho was as right for you as you were right for him.

“The other shuckfaces might try and rip me to shreds,” he said, but you could feel a cocky grin on his face despite not looking at him. He pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“Might try,” you repeated, nuzzling into him as the sun rose higher in the sky. “You should go. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re coming back.”

That day, Minho’s run wasn’t as irritatingly unfocused as he figured it would be. No, with having you counting on him, he knew he had to be on his toes and working hard. He was destined to find a way out, and now he was sure of it. All for the Gladers. All for Y/N.

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