#nothing holding him back! no emotion! no love! just killin!!!!

[wraithsoutlaws]

3 and 5 for Dagger, 6 for Dragula

3. Has your OC killed a friend/family member/loved one? Yes! His adoptive father, Thatch, and his brother (kinda). After he was taken in by nomads as a kid, he never really acclimated well and rejected any attempt at making them his new family. He only cared about his little brother Casey and trying to protect him. He constantly clashed with Thatch even though he defended him a lot from clan elders and other members and generally protected him from facing the consequences of his actions (he was a troubled kid, unsurprisingly lol). Dagger harbored a lot of anger and trauma from his biological father that automatically transferred onto Thatch despite him being a generally Decent Guy and Father Doing His Best with two traumatized orphans. But they argued a lot throughout their life together and eventually Dagger totally snaps and kills him (stabs him 30 times oops). Sometime during those 30 stabbins', Casey interrupts and in wave of panic and adrenaline and blind rage, Dagger ends up cutting Casey's throat. It's a total accident but he watches his brother bleed out in front of him before he runs. Leaves the clan before anyone finds him (and is officially branded Raffen). Little did he know, Casey is actually found by a clan medic and is able to be saved in time! But Dagger lives several years believing him to be dead, and it's one of the biggest defining moments of his life, because without the single thing in this world he actually gave a shit about, he allows himself to detach completely and become truly an unhinged monster and thus its the start of the man the myth and the legend himself.

5. What is your OC’s moral code?

Well. its broken lol! He essentially sees other people as pawns to be used or toyed with, so he generally has no problem ruining lives. "If you got a problem with it square up and stop me" kind of deal. His worldview is shaped around survival of the fittest, and he sees nothing wrong with this. Be the Bigger Monster. If someone isn't willing to stoop that low then it means they're weak and free game and he's probably doing them a favor by killing them. The only people who he won't are children, the outliers in his mentality. Children should be taught to survive. They don't know any better, they need a good example. He'll show them a good example. He'll kill everything around them and then give them a knife. He's practical and realistic (so he believes). He doesn't get attached to anyone (he's just repressed). The only thing in the world that matters is blood. (All of this of course because he witnessed something very bad when he was very small and he never wanted to feel that scared again).

6. Would your OC make a deal with the devil?

There was a time where he was more of an idealist and he wouldn't, but he becomes a bit jaded and detached and for the right price he might. But not for anything like money or status and probably not even power. If he was going to go that far it'd be for something bloody and vengeful and scorched earth. It'd have to be very worth it for him to have a leash around his neck (again.)

[joelsmochi]

outside? no problem. - joel miller

rating: E 18+ pairing: joel x pornstar!reader summary: part four; after convincing joel to go on a journey within nature with you, you quickly realize that a long hike won't be enough to wear you out. warnings: porn with a little bit of plot, slightly proofread (expect errors), joel is a llittle nervous, some anxiety, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation without orgasm (look it up it's hot), use of daddy, creampie, public sex + risk of getting caught, joel experiencing love and affection!!!!!!, reader gets her first official hate comment (plus a couple horny ones just cus lol) wc: 2.5k my thoughts: this was a very random thought i had, but it's fun and nothing too serious. also i hate the title but oh well 🥲 part five will dive into emotions a little more than i have allowed for this series, but for now enjoy the smut lovelies <3

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“How many miles so far?” You asked Joel, who shot you a quick glance before returning his attention to the trail ahead of him.

“So far eight,” he replied. “We really need’a do this today?”

“Oh, you mean after you came up with excuse after excuse the past three weeks? Yeah, we needed to do it today,” you sassed before steadying the camera to focus on the trees ahead.

“Can we take a break? My knees are killin’ me—“

He was cut off by your giggling and you managed to zoom in on the glare he was giving you.

“What?” He firmly asked, halting his progression forward.

“Old man,” you teased as you passed him.

A stinging sensation quickly seared across your right ass cheek causing you to jolt from the smack Joel planted there.

You yelped, laughing as you back away from him; he managed to snatch the camera out of your hands and pointed it at you as you tried to rub away the pain. Your shorts was unbearably wedged into your ass showing off more than enough of your butt, waistband folded down to expose more of your body than necessary.

“Smartass,” he grumbled. “You turn fifty fucking years old and tell me how your knees hold up after eight miles.”

You grinned, walking over to him and smacking his chest playfully. “My knees will feel fucking amazing because they’re used to a little traction.”

He chuckled, petting the side of your head endearingly, eyes softening as they examined your features. “I’ll just have to take your word for that then, huh?”

“You’ll have to take a lot from me,” you mumbled against his lips before closing the space between your two.

His tongue immersed itself into the world of your mouth, cherished the cool, wet slick cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, that serpent tongue of yours — he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t high on you 24/7 starting two weeks prior, when his brother paid you a visit.

You’d been making it up to him even though he continuously assured you there was nothing to make up for.

But he most certainly was not going to complain.

Suddenly, everything you did was just that much better to him, and not just during sex. He wanted to give you more than what you’d initially agreed upon. Love. A life. He didn’t just want you to be satisfied, he wanted you to be happy.

And he memorized every centimeter of your body, how it felt, how you reacted to his every move.

Every time his tongue slid across the top of yours he could feel your eyebrows furrow a little more.

Every time you deepened your grasp on his jaw or shirt, you wanted him to open his mouth a little more so you could reach further into him. To somehow be even closer to him.

And every time he moaned pleasure into your mouth your body melted a little more into his, and your lips curled into a smile.

It wasn’t until you’d heard footsteps nearby that you finally broke the kiss.

“Two more miles,” you whispered against his lips, giving him one final peck before continuing the hike.

He rubbed in the cherry chapstick you left on his heated lips and watched you walk away for a moment before following.

“We just reached ten miles,” you said to the camera that Joel smugly forced into your face, “and I’m so fucking— tired— why the fuck are the last two miles entirely uphill?!”

“Yeah, how those knees working now?”

“My knees are fine, fuck you very much,” you expressed between deep pants. “And I’ll prove it.”

“What about the ten miles back?” He said gleefully, nearly bursting with excitement at your breathless suffering.

“Oh,” you chirped, “old man afraid of some sex in the woods?”

“Wh—HERE?!”

“Not here. Maybeeee… There.”

“We’re not having sex in the woods—“

“Old man!” You shouted after you ran away into the trees.

“Fuck,” Joel breathed out before walking in the general direction of your disappearance.

After five minutes (which felt more like a half hour) of not being able to find you he began thinking the worst.

His palm became clammy, heart beating so fast it felt like punches, but the relief he felt as soon as he spotted you was well worth the worry.

Joel’s eyes scanned over your body, spotting a familiar pair of shorts and panties lying on the ground nearby.

His face didn’t change from the looks of anger however. You offered a bashful smile before settling your knees into the leaves and twigs on the woodland floor, sweatshirt covering the sweetest part of you.

“Don’t do that again,” he scolded, even going as far as to point a finger down at you.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you replied, gently pressing a kiss to the heel of his palm. “I thought you were right behind me.”

“We’re not doing this. Not here.”

“But the camera’s already rolling… Be a shame to turn it off now.”

Watching you bat your eyes up at him while toying with the drawstring on his shorts was more than enough to get him to fold, but he was still hesitant. It was such an open and public space. Anyone could stumble into the woods and catch you two in the act.

Anyone could catch you…

“Make it quick,” he huffed.

You giggled happily, yanking his shorts to his ankles and allowing his semi-hard cock to spring free.

You hummed, giving his balls a gentle squeeze and tug while stroking his velvety shaft.

“Kiss it,” he said. “Yeah, that’s it babygirl… O-oh, fuck.”

Your tongue darted out to trail along the pulsating vein on the side of his dick, until you reached the bead of precum nestled on the tip of his head.

You pulled your head back, forcing Joel to watching the string of his precum stretch from him to you.

The last thing he expected was sex in the woods, but now that your were on your knees sucking him dry with a camera being held a few inches away it suddenly made sense why you insisted on recording.

Wanna make memories my ass, he thought, blissfully so as you were giving him full access to your tight throat.

“Hold it, hold— fuck. Right there, baby.”

He whimpered as you swallowed around him, big hand reaching to stroke and rub the side of your face, wiping away a few stray tears.

You pulled your head back enough to take a few breaths before repeating the act of deepthroating, going as hard and fast as you could handle for a while before forcing him all the way back in again.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, juices trickling down your thighs as your knees slowly buckled from the pain of twigs digging into your flesh.

He suddenly pulled out of your mouth, seemingly panicked with the rush of an orgasm, shouting, “Ohshitohshitohshit.”

You coughed, attempting to reach for his cock again but he stopped you.

“Fuuuuuck!” He finally moaned as two long, thick ropes of his cum shot onto your face and hair.

You grinned and grabbed a hold to stroke him, hoping for more to come out.

He let out a strained groan, relaxing his abdomen and letting the remaining cum leak out of his tip onto your tongue and the ground.

“Already?” You asked softly while you gave his hard shaft kisses and licks.

“That,” he hissed, “was buildup from you teasing me all day.”

He stepped out of his shorts and sat on top of them, pulling you into his lap.

“Ah!” You laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Those shorts were deeper in your ass than I was last night,” he retorted.

“Mmm, that’s not teasing,” you whispered, pumping his length slowly. “That’s giving you a preview.”

He tugged at your jaw hard, pinching your cheeks, using his index finger to smear the white streaks that were on your face.

“Time for the show then, hmm?” He hummed.

You did your best to smile, nodding against his strong hand.

“That’s right, daddy,” you answered compliantly.

He was patient while you got yourself situated, ass facing him, wet pussy grinding against his pelvis.

Joel tugged at your left cheek to spread you for the video, watching your holes pucker and clench eagerly as you teased yourself before finally sinking down onto his warm cock.

A long drawn out moan left your mouth as he stretched you out. Joel smacked the red bruise he left on you earlier and pinched the same spot right after, forcing you to yelp and stumble in the squatting position you were already struggling to maintain.

You reached back to smack his stomach but he only laughed, sitting up a little to give himself a better view.

He held the camera out enough to get the two of you in the frame as you started bouncing on top of him.

He threw his head back, certain he wouldn’t last long enough to for you to get off.

He’d just have to make it up to you.

Because your pussy swallowed him perfectly, the slight curve of his dick hitting the spot he knew was your favorite.

Your ass clapping against the soft peak of his belly was surely loud enough to echo within the trees, and a mixture footsteps and laughter could be heard not far away enough to give Joel the sense of security he usually required.

No doubt people passing by without headphones in their ears could hear your annoyingly high pitched moans, or the obnoxious clapping of skin to skin as you rode the older man relentlessly.

Joel’s free hand found your clit and he shove the camera between his legs for both a close up shot of you soaking his cock with your juices.

Joel tried to think about something, anything to stop the threat of cumming too soon, but all he could focus on was how deep your pussy felt, and how it was all his.

“This pussy belong t’me?” He growled beneath you, smacking your sensitive clit when you didn’t give him an answer.

“Yes, daddy! Yesyes—fuuuck!” You shouted, head bobbing as you bounced even higher and harder.

He gripped your hips hard enough to keep you still before thrusting up into you, forcing your moans to be louder and longer.

You could feel that tingle underneath your clit, the one that threatened to release itself if Joel’s forceful thrusts didn’t stop.

You became clumsy, falling forward and accidentally knocking the camera over, but work was the last thing on your mind.

You begged for Joel to keep going— “Don’t stop please! Don’t fucking stop, Joel!”

“You gonna cum? You gonna soak my cock pretty girl?”

With bent legs and trembling hands you tried to meet his thrusts halfway, forcing him to thrust even deeper into to you.

“I’m gonna—fuck!” You leaned back and used your hand to rub your clit painfully fast, that tingling now releasing itself.

“What? You’re gonna what?!” He encouraged, smacking your thigh to coerce the words out of you even more.

“I’m gonna cum, Jo— I’m gonna fucking…! Cum!”

An uncontrollable gush of liquids flooded between your bodies, the intensity of the orgasm overbearing your body through the gummy walls of your cunt and the small vessel beneath your clit.

You cried out at how overwhelming it all was but  not doing anything to stop it, wanting Joel to feel as much of your orgasm as you could give him.

Your pussy was throbbing, clenching tighter with every throb his cock forced you to endure; you wondered if he had anymore cum left to fill you up with.

As you squirted all over him he found himself on the brink of bliss. His body was planted firmly into the ground by now, letting your juices pool in the curves of his body.

He tried to stop you long enough to film it, but you were so dazed and set on making him finish he couldn’t get more than a strained grunt out before finally cumming inside of your swollen cunt.

His nails indented crescent moons into your waist, cock straining against your walls.

Joel nearly choked from breathlessly moaning your name, back and neck arching off of the cold ground. His eyes were screwed shut from the overstimulation as you eagerly bounced on his cock despite the burning in your joints.

It wasn’t until you finally stopped that Joel felt he could breathe again; his eyes slowly opened, he was immediately greeted with the smile on your face.

“You certainly made a mess,” he chuckled upon noticing the mixture of cream and squirt everywhere.

“You love when it’s messy,” you chirped.

“Mmhm,” he hummed after sitting up slightly.

He opened his mouth to say something else but he hesitated, taking the prolonged silence as a sign to keep his thoughts to himself and opting to just reach for the camera instead.

“Lift slowly— Slower,” he instructed.

You raised your hips up slow, just like he said, feeling that burning stretch one last time until his dick was finally out; you heard him moan and praise you as his cum slowly leaked from your hole down your lips, dripping onto the peak of his belly adding to the mess.

“Look at that,” he groaned, using his fingers to spread your lips. “You’re so fuckin’ amazing.”

Using one hand to spread one of your cheeks you looked back towards him and said, “Leave some in for the hike back.”

He used two of his thick fingers to stuff the little amount of his load back inside of you, biting his lips in an attempt to contain himself when your hips twitched at the delicious burn.

Soon after, you decided it was time to clean up and start the dreadful journey back to the car.

“Your knees gonna hold up, Grandpa?” You teased once you both were back on the trail; you were both unphased of the judgmental looks you received from a couple that was nearby. Even if they didn’t hear anything, your flushed faces and sudden appearance from within the trees was telling enough, but you couldn’t care less as of now.

Neither could he.

“They’re gonna have to,” he replied as he gently tugged your arm so that his lips touched your ear. “I’m gonna need them to bend you over later.”

“Oh, Joel, I will definitely be taking you up on that.”

DILF takes care of me when I get horny on the hike ;)

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Comments

user1 need a slut like that 😍

user2 fuuck this made me so wet

user3 first this bitch lets two brothers fuck her worthless ass at the same time (gross on so many levels) and now she’s fucking in the dirty ass woods ??this slut is disgusting and a waste of oxygen

         ⤷  yourusername if you keep talking dirty to me like that i’m gonna have to fuck your brother in the woods next to relieve myself 

[wahlpaper]

In the Lives of Puppets Review

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune

CW: Discussion of Sex, Described Panic Attacks, Genocide, Described Killing of an Animal, Violence, Murder, Blood, Xenophobia, Kidnapping and Imprisonment, Suicide, Betrayal of Trust, Classism, Totalitarianism, Arson, Grief, Dementia

5/5

If TJ Klune's other books have taught me anything, it's that I don't have to read the description before putting his work on my TBR list. In the Lives of Puppets was my first experiment with this. I put it on hold at the library as fast as I could. I only picked up from others what it would be about. All I got was that it had something to do with Pinocchio. That was plenty for me, I knew Klune would make his own magical and moving story from the material. I know the library hold lines for this book are long, but the wait was worth it.

In the Lives of Puppets is about Victor Lawson, human son of the robot named Giovanni Lawson. These two live in the forest with two other robots named Rambo and Nurse Ratched. Everything starts to change when they bring back a decommissioned robot from the local scrap yard. They give this robot the name Hap and a mechanical heart. Soon, the outside world catches up with Giovanni and takes him from his family and home. Victor, Rambo, Nurse Ratched, and Hap set out into a world they know nothing about, determined to get their father and friend back.

This is a highly emotional tale with a lot of twists and turns. Some ideas were predictable, like the idea that it would all work out in the end, but it still kept me on the edge of my seat. I was just as clueless about the world of this story as the main characters were. It's a rescue mission, a romance, a found family story, and a mystery all wrapped into one. The elements of Pinocchio are pretty obvious, but this book was moreso inspired by its source material than adapted from it. There are characters with familiar names, such as The Blue Fairy and The Coachman. Quotes from the original book are used at the start of each section. There are overarching themes of free will and what makes someone human. I have not read Carlo Collodi's book, so perhaps there is more pulled, but the story Klune wrote was magnificent and unique!

I was ecstatic to discover that the main character, Victor, is asexual! I have mentioned in previous posts (on my website) that we desperately need more representation in books and other media for asexuality. I was able to see some of myself in Victor, and that's why representation is important. Victor found romance and wanted kisses, cuddles, the feeling of knowing another person extremely well, and to share his life with someone. He was shown to be uncomfortable with sex jokes and discussion of what he does in the bathroom. Proven through his love interest, he also experiences aesthetic attraction, something I've found allosexuals confuse with sexual attraction. Although this book takes place hundreds of years after when we readers are alive, it takes the time to address modern misconceptions about asexuality. I hope we will get to a point where these aren't happening, but I am immensely grateful for this sort of representation while we still need it.

In The Lives of Puppets also has great representation of several different disabilities, both mental and physical. Hap has a stutter and needs wooden prosthetics, but he and his family never see it as a problem. These things are just a part of who he is. Victor's mental health issues are never labeled, but it is clear that he has anxiety and gets panic attacks. He also does not strike me as neurotypical, but if he knows no other humans, perhaps that term becomes irrelevant. These are not the only disabilities that Klune has included. Each one is written well, handled with care, and contributes to the beauty of the book.

The top complaint I hear about Klune's books is that the pacing is too slow. The sub-genre Klune is working in, emotional fantasy that focuses on person-stakes, is meant to be like that. I have always enjoyed the pacing, preferring these books to take their time. It's possible that this story goes a little faster than The House in the Cerulean Sea or Under the Whispering Door. The stakes for In the Lives of Puppets go beyond the main characters, it affects the whole world, but that's more of a side goal. Getting Gio back is what matters most to the main characters. I found myself with a few questions about the world state at the end of the novel, but realized they were things that did not matter to Victor and co. They didn't need answers. If you need your books to be fast-paced, this won't be the book for you, and that's okay.

If you're looking for a story about love of all kinds, humanity, and accepting yourself for all that you are, In The Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune is the book you should read. It has robots, butterflies, jazz music, and more. This story is much more than a new version of Pinocchio, but you'll have to find that out for yourself!

[sunjaesol]

comparison is killin' me slowly

juke | human au | based on "jealousy, jealousy" by olivia rodrigo

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"You do realise you're sabotaging yourself, right? By being jealous?"

"I'm not jealous," Julie spit.

Flynn remained unfazed, though she certainly didn't deserve the malice of Julie's tone. She'd apologise later for it, but in that moment, all she saw were perfect bodies and perfect teeth and the green green green of envy.

"Envious then," her friend said, plucking the word from her thoughts. "Which you shouldn't be. Just because you're not an Instagram model, which is a doubtful job to begin with, doesn't mean you're ugly."

"It's not just that," Julie groaned, falling backwards on her bed. The grip on her phone loosened. "It's... I don't know."

The bed dipped beside her. A comforting hand pressed into her leg. "You think Luke doesn't find you attractive?"

Damn. Right on the money. Her hands covered her eyes in response, partly to hide the embarrassment, but also the silly tears welling up and threatening to slip out. God, she was predictable. Another thought she shouldn't have, that she should correct — she wasn't predictable, she was a teenage girl with valid emotions and wants and needs and God, she had enough of herself — but she was preoccupied with the image of Luke's perfect smile.

Something she didn't have.

"I know I'm not ugly," she muttered, though she wasn't sure if Flynn would believe that now. If even she herself believed it. She repeated it, to make sure she did believe. "I know I'm not ugly, but... Flynn, isn't it silly? We just don't fit. You don't see the Latina date the cute, white boy. The white boy breaks up with the Latina, and then she's reduced to comedic relief or best friend or, or, or whatever."

With a frustrated huff, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat up straight, sending Flynn a stern look. "And you know I'm right."

"That's the movies though," she soothed. "And scrolling through Instagram isn't helping."

"Look, everyone's expecting him to date a pretty, white girl. Like that—" Picking up her phone, the page of a blonde model reappeared. "That's just how people think. They'd look at us weird if we were to date—"

"Fuck expectations!" Flynn yelled, the outburst so sudden Julie jerked back in surprise, jaw slamming shut.

More shame crept in her bones. She wished she was as resilient as Flynn. Her best friend, with an iron sense of confidence and the bravery to do whatever she pleased. Sure, it got her in trouble at times, but at least she didn't hold pity parties like Julie did.

"I can see you're overthinking again," she continued. "I don't know about what, but you are. You need to breathe, Julie."

She nodded. "I know." A deep breath. "I know."

"And if Luke doesn't think you're pretty, so fucking what?"

"I'm kind of in love with him, Flynn," she deadpanned.

It was hard not to be in love with Luke. Regardless of his looks, he was her bandmate and writing partner and best friend. They met in freshman year and had been inseperable since. He once said that even if they didn't play music, they'd still be a band — bits of their souls intertwined no matter what. It was part of one of the many impassioned speeches he adored giving, but that was all she had been able to latch onto.

Their souls intertwined. Always and forever. Maybe spurred on by teenage bravado instead of reality, but she took it. She preferred daydreams anyway.

Flynn hesitated before responding, knowing she had to be more tentative. "And if he's not, then you'll move on... because you're strong. You'll be fine."

Julie sighed. "Yeah. You're right."

"I always am," she smirked. "But thanks for the reminder."

She should've known that smirk held more than just confidence. A bit of mischief glimmered within the brown too, something that would come to fruition the next day at school, when it was too late for Julie to reel her friend back in.

"Hey, Patterson!" Flynn barked.

Luke and Julie were ripped from their conversation by her locker, his face visibly leaning away to tilt and catch sight of the approaching girl.

He smiled, amused. "Love how we're still on last name basis, Lewis."

A phone got shoved in his face, Julie's eyes widening with mortification as she realised what was happening, what was on the screen. The blonde model, totally oblivious to the experiment they were using her for.

It felt weirdly perverse, but there was no turning back now. Flynn's feet were firmly planted on the ground and Julie was already too busy assessing Luke's expression.

It remained blank, a hint of apprehension as his gaze flitted from the image to Flynn. "Yeah?"

"What do you think?"

"Of the girl?"

"Yes."

Julie swallowed back the nerves and took a casual stance, feigning complete indifference. She was cool. She was so cool. She was the coolest girl. Nothing bothered her. She was—

Luke shrugged. "She's pretty, I guess. Not my type though."

Oh.

A victorious grin crawled up Flynn's lips and then pocketed her phone with satisfaction. "Good to know."

Suspicion crossed his features. "Did I just do something?"

"Something good," Flynn said. "Right, Julie?"

"Yeah," she rushed. "Good."

He frowned, his stare not leaving her that she began to wonder if he knew. If he saw right through her. If a finger coiled around those intertwined souls, like a phone cord, and tugged hard enough to uncover all her emotions. It wouldn't surprise her.

A lopsided smile ticked up his lips, a wink that should be considered illegal sent her way. "Don't worry, Jules." He leaned in. "I have a thing for brunettes."

With that, he spun on his heels and marched away, leaving a stunned Julie nailed on the spot as Flynn shook her arm in excitement.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

"I told you!" she exclaimed. "No need to feel jealousy!"

A small, giddy smile bloomed. Flynn was right. It was silly to put so much value on Luke's opinion about appearances, but with the way he behaved just now? They might actually feel the same, think the same — just like he had suspected.

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@blush-and-books @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily @pink-flame @constantly-singing @ourstarscollided

[meenah-chan]

A Smear of Blood

A Mammon x F! MC fanfiction

Genre: Angst

1.38k words

Trigger Warning: Lots of blood, mention of death & violence. Read at your own discretion.

You two were just sleeping together in your room. It's the same old night. Yet for some reason, when he woke up that day, the one beside him is not you, but a smear of blood.

Everytime he wokes up he will usually see you still asleep in his arms. Or sometimes you staring at his sleeping face, which never fails to send his visage into flaring.

But that morning is different. The space beside him is empty.

He shouldn't be thinking of it as you may only be doing your business in the bathroom.

But no...

That morning is different. When he lifted the blanket covering him and the space beside him, an ample amount of blood, as large as his two stretched palms, spreads across the sheet.

His mind went blank for a second. He froze, sitting on his spot as if time went on a total halt. His own blood drains from his face. And in an instant, everything came back, rushing through his veins. Thousands of thoughts he never wished to have invaded his senses.

Did something happened last night? Did someone attacked her? Is it a grudge towards his human? No, there's no way that's possible. She's way too kind for anyone to held any ill intent towards herself. Is it because she is a rare, appetizing human? Or maybe the monster want to settle past misdeed he committed and chose to attack the most important person in his life?

No, he should have felt any danger if that's the case... Or... Could he?

Mammon is one of the strongest in the Devildom. He also have been alive for who knows how long. He barely experienced some lesser demons attack him in his sleep, much less in the House of Lamentation.

No. No one aimed for his head in his own abode. Entering the den of the most monstrous beasts in the Devildom is a suicide for any assassins to test their luck.

It doesn't make sense! It doesn't...

Yet... That blood... That metallic scent invading his sense smell right now... He'd be dumb if he could ever forget such scent. He knew it so well. Why does he knew it so well? Of course he...

The image of that day flashed through his mind and he never knew his heart would sink deeper than it already has. The image of her lifeless body in his arms, soaked with her own blood and bruises. Limp. Breathless. Cold. Too cold. With her lifelessly gentle eyes staring at his useless self, who couldn't do anything to protect her. It's too late. His tears and screams won't bring what she have lost.

His loss. He lost her once already and swears he'll protect her this time around. He'll protect her with his life. He'll... Protect her?

A lightning strucks his system as he force his stiff limbs to motion. He wants to scream but a lump in his throat blocks all the sound he want to gouge out.

He flails out of the bed. He reach for the knob only for it to move a few feet away from him and his hand.

When he raised his unfocused eyes to the person who opened the door, he gasps for air he didn't knew he's been holding.

"Ahh. You're... Awake." His human peeked inside the room for a second. "And you saw that..." She sighed.

But the demon stood there motionless. He scans her with his eyes for any visible wound and blood stains. Any trace of blood on her. Yet he saw nothing but her sweaty self gasping for air, holding what seems to be a comforter.

"...mon... Mammon? You don't look so good." A touch of her warm fingertips is enough to push his last button to tears, which he did. "M–Mammon?! W–Wha, H–Hey!" Tears streams down like falls on his cheeks to the back of her hands as she held his face.

"What... the hell..." They both melted to their knees as Mammon start sobbing. "Hey, Mammo—" her palms slid past his slippery wet cheeks as he pulls her to tight embrace.

"'Ya idiot... human... Ye're killin' me." He whimpered in a muffled voice, face buried on the crook of her neck.

His words snapped all the dots connected in her head of what is actually happening. It probably is because of that incident. The day she died... or atleast her other self. It was a sight, to see herself bathing in a pool of blood, as if it was a different person. It was a sight, really. But it was not the one that sparked her emotion. It was the demon that held her so tight as if she'll slipped away from his grasp. It was Mammon.

She couldn't really comprehend what happened when she was attacked by the youngest brother. She was stranggled, passed out and woke up under the staircase.

It never left a mark on her. She held no ill will towards him. But as the demon with the strongest bond with her, Mammon, was so devastated that time. He cling onto her. He wail with his futile pleads for her to hang on. To not die.

Seeing him like that made her regret the event she have no way of ever predicting. The event she have no control of.

The only thing she could do is to protect him from the ghost of the past. She have to give reassurance to the second oldest— her first demon.

So she hugged him back as firm as he did, caressing his hair lovingly. "There, there... I'm here. Everything's going to be alright."

He squeeze her tighter she could hardly breathe. But even if it's hard, she let him because right now, she could finally feel the grip her other self felt that time. She's be lying if she said she didn't felt a hint of jealousy oozing out within her that time. "Don't you dare leave me like that ever again."

"I won't. I'll be with you as long as it takes. This won't happen again."

She gave him featherlight kisses that soothes his pain. A gentle yet firm embrace to gave him assurance and warmth. And within a few moments, Mammon pulled himself back, his eyes and cheeks dusted with shades of red.

"But wait... Are you really not hurt or something?" The white-haired demon close his eyes as she wipes his tears with her thumb.

"You wanna check with your own eyes?" She smirks and wiggle her brows at him, earning a darker flush on his tan face.

"Then what the hell's with the sheet? That isn't your blood, right?" Now it's her turn to blush.

"Uh... Can we just forget that..." Azure orbs glare through her soul. "... or maybe not." She nervously laugh while evading the piercing looks towards her.

"Ugh... This is embarrassing. How should I put this..." She scratch her nape as she search for the right words. "Well, it is mine." Mammon's eyes widen and without hesitation, he lift her shirt and frantically check her torso.

"H–Hey! Sto– Wait! I'm not hurt! That time of the month just came a bit too early is all!" She hastily pulled the hem of her shirt off his grip and down.

"W–What time?" He stares at her, confusion and worry evident on his expression.

"I'm on my period, okay. I woke up with it staining the covers. I panicked and run out after changing to search for a replacement. And yeah, I was late." She pat the sheet on her side. "You saw it before I arrive." She look down to hide her flustered face.

"... Seriously..." Mammon's forehead drops to her shoulder.

After a few seconds, he cups her face and face her to him. "Why'd'ya have ta hide it? And from the Great Mammon? Really?"

"Well, it's embarrassing you know..." She pouts.

"Like hell it's embarrassing. It's normal. It's a part of being a woman. If somethin' like this happen, don't hesitate to ask for the Great Mammon's help... Well it's not like I'm worried or anything. I just wanna help ya. Ye're my human after all." He squishes her face as he grin from ear to ear tinted with pink.

"Yes, my tsundere demon." She also smiled like he did as she held the hands on her cheeks.

"Huh?! Who're ya callin–" he protested, only to be silenced with a peck on the tip of his nose.

"I love you, my Great Mammon."

I was too hyped yesterday I just finished 2 fanfics. That OM! anime announcement left me on edge.

And to anyone waiting for my series Quintessence, I'm on it hahaha 😅😂 I'm torn between two twist and still can't decide but I'll surely post it as soon as I finished it. Please bear with me for the last 2 chapters.

P. S. To anyone who watch BL Romance and haven't seen Given yet, I highly recommend it! A real tear-jerker with amazing plot and masterpiece songs 😭💖💖 I won't go with details but there's something really unique with it and you wont regret watching it sksksk 😚😚

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Ten things I hate about you

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"I hate the way you talk to me...

"Hey, Kook princess!" A familiar voice screamed behind your back, but you didn't even bother to look at him. You already know who it was since no one else call you Kook princess with so much mockery than JJ Maybank. His job is to laugh at you and he enjoys it very much.

"I know you heard it, princess!"

Daddy's girl or just princess was the other nicknames he use very often and you hated every single one of them.

"What do you want, douchebag?" You snap turning around and you almost throw your cup of liquor in his handsome face. Yeah, he irritates the shit out of you on a daily basics, but you admitted to yourself only that he's one of the most handsome man you ever saw. He don't have to ever know that.

You kind of caught JJ off guards. He didn't wanted to tell you something, he just messed with you because that's the only way he get to talk to you. And now that you actually give him the chance to speak, he doesn't know what to say to you.

"So?" You raise your eyebrows at him, your arms at your chest and your cheeks a slightly red because of all the booze and the dancing around with your Kooks friends. JJ looks at you, analyzing your features and the way your body looks in that yellow dress and he just can't think straight and lie to you.

"You look pretty tonight."

You don't even have the time to think about what to say because he just walks away from you, going back to the Pogues like nothing happened. But your first reaction is to genuinely smile, happily like a little girl who get noticed by her first crush.

And you probably were one.

... and the way you cut your hair.

"You think he would do a good job?" JJ asks for 100 times in that day. You sigh as you let aside the old Vogue magazine you were looking into, waiting for your hairdresser to be ready for your boyfriend.

"I told you this many times Jay, but yes. He would do a perfect job." You chuckle a little as JJ is running a hand through his long blond locks. He looks amazing and very hot like this, but it's time for a little change. "How can you trust John B to cut your hair and not a professional hairdresser?"

"It happened one time and we were shitfaced, so..." JJ says laughing and you quickly do the same, the little room now full with your colorful laughs.

"Don't worry. You will look just like Rafe after it." You casually say and you can see how big his eyes got, you biting on your lip to stop you from laughing and ruin your joke. Bobby, your hairdresser, got into the room just in time and you wink at them, especially at your boyfriend.

"I'll kill you." He mutters to you after sitting down onto the chair in front of a big fancy mirror and you laugh happily because you know he won't.

Twenty minutes later, JJ gets up from his chair and you can see the smile playing on his plump lips. His hair is still long enough to run his fingers through it, but shorter on side parts and at the back. He looks even hotter now with a fresh cut. How's that even possible?

"So..." You smile as you walk out of the salon.

"Don't say it." He says quickly, knowing you well enough to anticipate your next words.

"I told you." You say it anyway and you jump onto his back, forcing him to carry you back to the car.

I hate the way you drive my car.

"Fucking hell, JJ! Please, look at the damn road!" You scream and pull the steering wheel. He was too busy looking at Pope who was laughing onto the back seat.

Smoking on a hill at the sunset was a very good idea back then, but now you realized that JJ has to drive your mom's car back to your house since you don't have a driving licence. JJ driving was already a hard pill to swallow, but him high off his ass and driving? That's another level.

"Damn, you almost smashed that car!" Pope is laughing with not a single worry in the world and you want to slap them both right now.

"At least I'm not driving." JJ says with a smirk towards his friend, still smoking a blunt and driving way past the speed limit. They both burst into laughs again and you just can't hold your anger anymore.

"Is not fucking fun!" You yell catching their attention and for a few seconds they got quiet until your boyfriend speaks with a lower voice.

"Momma's mad."

He looks at you only for a second and that was more than enough. The car got off the road and stopped right into a tree. Luckily, JJ slowed down when you screamed and that probably saved your life. You wanted to scream when you felt the impact, but you just couldn't and the three of you stayed in silence for a while, not knowing what to do.

"My mother is gonna kill me." You mutter for yourself and JJ opens his mouth, ready to say something to calm you down but you stop him with your index finger pointing at him. "And I'm gonna kill you."

I hate it when you stare.

"She really did that? Omg" You scream while laughing with the rest of the Pogues, leaning your head on Kie's shoulder as you can feel tears on your cheeks. Nights like these when you all are around a bonfire with cold beer and some weed, telling stories and jokes are your favourites. Even more than any party.

You catch JJ looking at you as lean your body towards him, smiling but still having some tears in your eyes. As you lock your eyes with his you can see something different glaring back at you. Something you don't know how to explain. Maybe awe? Adoration? Love?

"Why are you staring like that, you creep?" You say amused but only for him to hear and you bite on your lower lip as his fingers slowly grab a piece of your hair, moving it away from your face. Soft little gestures like this made you fall hard for him in just one month of relationship.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

You take a few seconds to realize what he just say to you only because you expected something like "you have something on your face" or "your laugh is ugly" because you are kind of insecure about it, but in his eyes you are the most beautiful girl. And not just outside, like most boys see you, but on the inside.

You can't say anthing because you get really emotional at his words, instead you just pull him into a kiss long and deep enough to hear disapproving shouts coming from your friends. You and JJ show them your middle fingers while smiling into the kiss, not ready to be apart yet.

I hate your big dumb combat boots...

"Come on, baby! Are you ready?" JJ screams for you to hear. He's been waiting in your living room, playing on the Playstation for what feels like hours. The others are already surfing without you by now and JJ loves to be the first onto the waves.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Couldn't find my new bathing suit." You say and you know JJ will forgive you when he will see your new sexy black suit. You bought it especially for him.

"Can't wait to see it, but come on. We have to-..."

"Wait." You stop on the last step of the stairs and watch his combat boots. JJ groans because you're not hurrying to leave at all and you groan because he's still wearing them.

"Jay, can't believe you're wearing boots when there is a heat wave...Seriously. You are gonna sweat your ass off. " You mutter while coming closer to him, wearing your comfortable pink flip flops.

"The girl with flip flops is talking about my boots? You should keep your pretty big mouth closed."

"Or?" You ask and a smirk is quickly to rise on JJ's face. He knew you gonna say that.

"Or I will make sure to close it for you, baby."

...and the way you read my mind.

"Guys, you know what I'm craving sooo bad right now?" You yell out of nowhere, making John B jump in his place in the hammock. You are on your period and you've been a mess all day. The heat is already insupportable and the pain you feel in your lower stomach make it even worse for you as you lay on the porch's floor with a warm bottle on your stomach, hoping the pain will go away.

"What's that?" Kie asks, understanding your pain.

"Burgers and melon ice cream." You smile, thinking at your favourite ice cream flavor and your friends chuckle a little. Right now that's all you need: some ice cream and your boyfriend back from work.

"I will text JJ and he'll get you some. Okay?" Pope says with an amused grin and you nod your head, your smile fanding into a frown as you’re in pain again. "I forgot there is no signal."

You close your eyes, but after a few minutes of hearing them talking about the hurricane that was here days ago, you also hear a motorbike you can recognize it from anywhere. JJ got up from it and as he does the Pogue salute with John B, Pope and Kie you can see a bag in his other hand.

"Hello baby" You get up a little and manage to smile at him, ignoring the constant pain. He smiles back at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and your lips.

"Hello beautiful. How are you feelin'?" He asks because in the morning when he got up from work, you were still asleep and you stained the sheets. That didn't mattered to him, but he assumed that you are not feeling too good now. Periods are awful, he knows from Kie.

"The pain is killin' me and I wanted some..."

"Ice cream?" He raises his eyebrows to you and opens the bag, pulling out your favourite melon ice cream, some chocolate and burgers for all of you. Your friends are looking at you, all speechless and JJ saw it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says, confusion all over his face.

"I just said I wanted ice cream and a burger..." You say and you almost forget about the pain because emotions take now control over you and your body. So much that you can feel tears in your eyes.

"You know me so well!" He pulls you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body as he's softly kissing the top of your head.

"'Course I do. I got you, sweet girl."

I hate you much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right.

"What a hell of a shortcut you knew, Pope! Thank you!" JJ says with a roll of his eyes and you look around, trying to recognize something but there are just trees. There's nothing you can actually recognize.

"Well, it was a good camping night guys." Kie says with sarcasm fulling her tone and everyone quickly starts arguing for nothing.

"Hey, hey! Chill out" You say, knowing this is going nowhere and you speak again after a short moment of thinking. "I think we have to go to the left."

"What? Bullshit. We have to go straight" Your boyfriend says and you put your arms in your hips, looking at him and already starting to get angry.

"No, I don't think so."

"I'm the best at orientation and-..." You just can't shup up so you interrupt him.

"Who ever said this, hm?"

"Well, actually no one. But I'm better than you anyway."

"Oh, bite me. We are going left."

"No, we're not."

And you should shut up right there because after a huge fight, you went straight and you find the camping spot.

After loading off the Van, JJ loosely grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. A proud smirk on his lips as he's talking to you.

"Do you have something to say, [Y/N]? An apology maybe?"

You frown not wanting to do that, but when you try to move away from him, he pulls you even closer to his side.

"I can't hear you yet."

"Oh, shut up, you're enjoying this too much. You were right, okay?"

"Don't worry" He peck your pouting lips. "I still love your stubborn ass."

I hate it when you lie.

"JJ, tell me the truth. You did it?" You ask and you watch him impatiently, hoping to hear what you wanted and not be a lie. "You pulled the gun at Topper?"

He already lied to you a few days ago when it happened. You weren't there as you were stuck at a family dinner and later he didn't wanted to ruin the first night between you two. So he didn't told you what happened at the boneyard. Even if he knew you will eventually find out.

He just hoped it won't be that soon.

"Yeah, I did."

"Why would you lie to me, Jay?" You slowly ask and you take a step back, for the first time ever feeling really disappointed in him. He can see it on your face. He gets up from the stairs, trying to grab your hands in his, but you reject his gesture and you can see the hurt flashing in his beautiful eyes.

"Don't act like this, baby...Come on. It's not that big of a deal anyway."

"It's not? Do you really think that? Cause I think it is!" Your voice is higher by a tone and you don't want to turn this into a screaming match, so you just take another step back. "I need to calm down, okay? Don't call or text. I'll do it when I will get over it."

JJ said nothing as he's watching you leave the Chateau's backyard and he can't stop the feeling that he's letting you leave for good. But you said that you'll call.

And you will. He hoped so.

I hate when you make me laugh...

"Stop, stop it now please!"

Everyone who's hearing you right now would think that you are getting hurt or something. Thank God that John B doesn't have any neighbors because you are just begging JJ to stop tickling you as you laugh so hard you can barely breath properly.

... even worse when you make me cry.

"You want what?" You ask, your voice cracking even if you try so hard to keep yourself in one piece in front of him. You're pride is too important for you, but is getting hard to lock your tears in.

"A breakup. I'm sorry [Y/N], I really am but..." He looks away from you, trying to find his words and when he looks at you again, his eyes are watery too. How dare he? How can he be the one crying when he's the one taking the decision? "I don't feel good anymore. I feel like I'm caged up and I'm not that type of guy. I'll never be. I know that's what you wanted princess, but-..."

He didn't saw it coming, but that nickname made you slap him across the face. His head is now turn to the left, a red mark of your hand imprimed on his cheek.

"I guess I deserve that. But I can't be what you want and you know it...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You don't even realize that you are crying that hard, not until you hear yourself sobbing and gasping for air in front of him. His face is a blurry vision for you, you can't really see him anymore because of the waves of tears, the pain shattering you inside.

"No, shut up! You're not sorry. Don't sell me shit." You scream and you run your shacking fingers through your hair. You wipe your eyes with your palms, trying to stop the tears and instead you just ruined your mascara.

"Please, don't hate me."

Tears are wetting his cheeks as well and you simply can't stand there with him anymore. You shake your head, still watching him while you slowly take steps back. You need to get out of here before you fall apart for good in front of him. You can't be more pathetic than you already are, humiliating yourself for a guy when all you wanted to do was to love him.

"Don't hate me. Please, don't." He says again and you want so bad to scream that you do hate him for breaking your heart, but you can't. Your lips can't move as you just walk away, almost running with a hand to your mouth stopping a scream.

I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.

When you walked into the house with your hair and clothes soaked wet from the rain, your makeup smashed all over your face and your eyes puffy from all the crying, your mother already knew what happened. He wanted to say "I told you" because she really did told you that the Maybank boy is just trouble and you didn't listened to her. And as she hold you, she hoped that you didn't get to love him, that you will be fine after a few hours of sleep or a day or two. But now it's been two week and nothing could get you out of your room. Not even Kie and Sarah, your best friends.

You felt pathetic as you kept watching your phone screen, waiting for him to call you. To text you, to do anything to get to you. You even deleted his number, knowing you would want to call him and you did it anyway with a private number. He answered and you both stayed in silence for two whole minutes. He knew it was you and he was smiling with tears in his eyes. You didn't care that knew.

Listening to his silence was better than nothing at all. His absence was killing you.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

You think that Kie, Sarah, Pope or John B are knocking at your door now, trying their best to get you out of the house. You went out with them for a few days for  a few hours while you know JJ was working and before you had to meet him, you would left. But you open your door now and you can't leave.

You don't know what to say. There's nothing to say as you both are looking at each other. You can see on him the same dark circles that you see everyday on you. You are wearing his shirt and he's wearing your hairband at his wrist. You blink a few times just to stop yourself from crying again.

"What are you doing here, JJ?" You ask after seeing that he's beating himself up to say something and he can't find his words.

"I-...I don't know." You can see how dilated and red his eyes are. He’s stoned and your heart sting at the thought of him being here only because of this, because he can't think straight.

"Okay." You want to close to door, but his combat boot got into your way stopping you. "What do you want from me? I gave you everything I had, I tried to be the best girlfriend and-...And it wasn't enough. What more can I give you beside myself, hm?"

Not even close...

"What?" JJ slowly ask, shocked to hear that you are thinking this way. All this time he was sure that you hate him, despite him and regret ever welcoming him into your perfect life only for him to ruin it, but you were doing the opposite.

You think that there's something wrong with you, not with his damaged ass. You think that you aren't good enough, when in fact you are more than he can handle. That's the problem: you are too much, too precious and too good and he's the dirty douchebag who just found a diamond and he doesn't know his true value, he doesn't know what to do with it. In JJ's point of view, that was your relationship like.

"Why wasn't I enough for you?" You voice crack and you fall, but JJ catches you into his arms before you can hit the floor. He walks into your house, holding you tight at his chest while taking a sit on the couch. That damn couch when he made love with you for the last time.

"You are enough, babe. You always were enough, but I'm not."

"Fuck you!" You scream while crying and you try to break his hug around your body, but there's no way he's letting you go away from him again. "How can you say that? Don't you see?"

"See what?" You raise your head from his chest, his fingers tracing lines on your cheeks. He wipes your tears and you do the same with his.

"You can't see that I don't hate you? I wish I could hate you. But I can't....

...not even a little bit...

"I'm not even close to that....

...not even at all..."

"You broke my heart into pieces and I can't hate you at all."

JJ is the one who's crying now. You never saw him like that before, not even after the worst fight with his father. Sobbing that hard while holding you tight, his head into your chest as he keeps repeat "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me".

"I've never been loved like this, [Y/N] and-...I kept telling myself that I don't deserve it, that you try to change me because you don't love the piece of shit I actually am and...And I almost lost you because of that."

“Don’t ever say that. You are amazing and you deserve love and happiness.”

You kiss the top of his head, his forehead and his salty lips before pulling his head back at your chest, both of you trying to calm down. This shouldn't happen, but you know that this is gonna bring you even closer to each other.

"Do you still love me? Like you did before." You ask with a little smile playing on your lips. JJ raise his head to look at you and his eyes speaks even before his lips.

"Yes. I'm crazy for you, [Y/N]." You both meet in a sweet kiss before he pulls away, his forehead pressed against yours. "Do you-...?"

"Yeah, I do. I do love you, JJ. You have no idea how much."

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XOXO (MammonxMC)

This was written for @lumiere-morningstar 💛

Summary: From the chat where Mammon gets a letter he thinks is from MC. MC writes him a letter everyday and Mammon puts them aside, thinking they’re just from Lucifer.

Warnings: Sad Mammon, fluff

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“Here,” MC said, standing in front of Mammon. He was sprawled out on the couch in the common room scrolling through his D.D.D. He looked up, cocking an eyebrow at the pretty girl before him. 

She tossed the envelope in her hand down to him and it landed in his lap. 

“What’s this?” Mammon asked, turning the envelope over in his hands.

“Just...read it in your room, okay? Not out here.”

Mammon felt his heart flutter as MC walked off, leaving him there to hold the envelope in his hand.

A sealed envelope from MC...that he was to read in his room? Mammon couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. A love letter...MC just gave HIM a love letter!

Mammon’s heart was beating, his hands shaking as he gripped the letter, speed walking to his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against the door, holding the letter to his chest. 

An actual love letter. From MC. 

Finally, it was confirmed. MC felt the same for him as he felt for her. I need to get her a present, Mammon thought. Something nice. Something expensive. 

But first, he had to brag. 

(Mammon:) Ahem.

Oh boy, he couldn’t wait till his stupid brothers heard about this.

(Mammon:) AHEM!

(Mammon:) HEY! Someone say somethin’!

(Belphie:) No way. I get the feeling it’s going to be something annoying.

(Levi:) Yeah, tell me about it. 

Mammon scoffed. Rude. Every last one of ‘em. 

(Mammon:) A-H-E-M!

(Satan:)Okay, fine. I don’t care what it is, so just say it already.

(Asmo:) It sounds like he wants to brag about something.

Mammon smiled proudly, sending the ‘Yes!’ sticker. 

(Mammon:) Listen up and be amazed! I, The Great Mammon, have received a love letter from MC!

(Belphie:) Huh? 

(Levi:) He must be hallucinating again.

(Mammon:) I’m not hallucinatin’! It’s a letter inside a pretty lil envelope? What else could it be besides a love letter?

(Beel:) you mean you haven’t opened it yet?

(Mammon:) Well, it’s kinda sealed shut. Besides, can’t a guy savor the moment a bit before he opens it?

(Belphie:) Wow, I never pegged you as the type.

(Mammon:) Hey! Whaddya mean by that?

I’ll have ya know I’m quite the gentleman! Besides, MC told me to read the letter by myself in my room ❤

And that’s exactly what I plan on doin’.

(Satan:) Well open it up then, “Mr. Gentleman”

(Levi:) Yeah, I don’t think you will be savoring the moment for long after you take a look at what’s inside.

(Mammon:) Ugh, fine! Gimme a moment.

Mammon took a deep breath, shakily and carefully opening the envelope. This was it. He’d finally know for sure that she returned his feelings. Then, she’d be his, and only his. It was like a dream come true, he’d be able to hold her, kiss her, and go on dates with her.

He pulled the letter out and unfolded it.

The demon’s face fell, and he sank to the floor, holding the letter in one hand and the envelope in the other.

(Belphie:) Mammon’s grown awfully silent.

(Lucifer:)That is because the ‘love letter’ is from me. Although I call it an “official written demand of repayment.”

(Levi:)Ha! What a noob, lol.

Mammon felt an aching in his heart and tears started to fall from his eyes, landing on the long list of debts. Every ounce of excitement, of hope, every thought of he and MC being happy and in love, shattered. Mammon balled up the paper and threw it across the room.

He was angry at Lucifer, but he expected something like this from Lucifer. But not MC. MC didn’t make fun of Mammon like his brothers did. She never called him stupid or scum. She even stood up for him most of the time. Mammon couldn’t believe MC was a part of this cruelty. That hurt a hundred times more than anything his brothers could say to him, any torture Lucifer had for him.

Mammon wiped his eyes, getting up to grab his precious Goldie. He stormed out of the house, determined to max out the credit card to get his mind off MC’s betrayal.

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“I haven’t seen Mammon in a couple days,” MC stated at breakfast, looking over at the chair next to her where the second born always sat.

“Oh, he ran off to sulk,” Lucifer replied nonchalantly. “I gave him a list of things he needs to pay off.”

“Is that what was in the envelope you had me give to him?”

“Yep.”

Leviathan’s laugh interrupted the conversation. “That moron thought it was actually from MC. As if MC would be interested in a scumbag like Mammon.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MC shook her head. “You gave me a letter to give to Mammon so he’d think it was from me?”

“Of course. Why else would I have you deliver it?”

“I just thought it was because I’m always with him.”

“Sure,” Satan offered up, “But also if Mammon knew the letter was from Lucifer, he wouldn’t have opened it.”

“Exactly,” said Lucifer, agreeing with Satan for once.

“That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?”

“Mammon’s fucked up,” Satan responded. 

Asmo sighed. “Seriously MC, I don’t know why you’re so close with Mammon. He acts nice to you, but he’d sell you for a few Grimm.”

MC scoffed. “No, he wouldn’t.”

“Mammon is scum,” Levi spoke up again. “Don’t feel bad for him.”

“Wow,” MC replied, getting up to leave. “You should all really think about how you treat Mammon.”

Heading back to her room, she grabbed a pen and notebook out of her backpack and sat down to write.

Mammon,

I heard you wanted a letter from me. 

I’m so sorry that your brothers are dicks to you. I don’t think you’re scum, Mammon. I think you’re sweet and smart and funny, and I love spending time with you. 

You’re pretty much my best friend. 

Love, MC

P.S. Sorry for giving you that letter from Lucifer. I didn’t know what he was up to, I promise. Xoxo

She sealed in it an envelope and wrote his name with a heart. She snuck to Mammon’s room and set it on his pillow. MC was a bit embarrassed by what she wrote, hoping he wouldn’t find it creepy or weird. She wished that he’d be back soon.

**

Mammon snuck in late after being gone for a week, body and head exhausted and hungover, he crawled into bed and passed out. 

When he woke up, he yawned and stretched before noticing the letter on the bed next to him. He picked it up, scoffed, and tossed it across the room. 

There was a new envelope everyday. 

Somedays, MC would slip them under his door. Sometimes she’d hand them directly to him. They’d be waiting for him in his room, on his bed again, on his couch. Each time, Mammon would feel a pang in his stomach. He so badly wanted to open them. Maybe one would actually be a letter from her.

But of course it wouldn’t be. 

MC would never see him like that. Why would she? Mammon was nothing but a greedy, scummy, piece of shit. His brothers made that clear, and now they had MC joining forces with them.

So the pile of letters grew, a small mountain of various colored envelopes.

When he gets one with a lipstick kiss on the envelope, Mammon loses it. He grabs the pile of discarded envelopes and storms to Lucifer’s office, dumping all of them onto the desk directly on top of whatever Lucifer was working on.

“Mammon, what the f-”

“Ya gotta stop doin’ this to me, Lucifer. Look, I’ll repay everything. I’ll go get a job or something, but please, please, stop getting MC to give me these. I get my hopes up and I know they’re just bills and I can’t anymore. It’s killin’ me.”

Mammon was embarrassed at how emotional he was being, whining and crying to his older brother.

Lucifer stared at the envelopes. “Mammon, these aren’t from me.”

“Whaddya sayin’! Of course they are!” 

“No, they’re not.” Lucifer picked up one and ripped it open.

Mammon,

I know you don’t read these which I guess is why I keep writing them. I know that makes no sense. But it helps to write about my feelings for you. It’s a relief to be able to tell you how much I love you, cause I know I can never do it in person.

xoxo,

MC

“Oh...um, Mammon. I think you should read these.”

“You guys are probably just playing tricks on me again.”

Lucifer shoved the letter in Mammon’s face. Mammon wiped his eyes and read over the letter, his heartbeat speeding up.

“This is really her handwriting,” he said in shock.

Lucifer nodded.

“The stupid human really wrote all of these.”

Mammon grinned like mad, gathering all of the letters and rushing back to his room. He threw them onto his bed and sat, cross legged, reading each and every one of them.

A few of them were simple doodles of the two of them and Goldie. Most of them had words of encouragement for him, telling him that she thought he was sweet and a good person (Despite being a literal demon). In every single one was confessions of love and appreciation.

Mammon brought out his D.D.D. and text MC, telling her to come to his room.

MC was thrilled to get a text from Mammon. They hadn’t been spending a lot of time together, and he had barely spoken to her since the day of the first letter. MC slipped on some leggings and an oversized t-shirt and got to Mammon’s room as quickly as she could.

When she saw the opened letters on the bed with him, she grew red. Oh shit.

“Um...you opened the letters.”

Mammon nodded. “Whaddya thinkin’, writing letters like this for me?”

“Mammon, I’m sorry...just f-forget you ever read them.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? You’re the only one who’s ever nice to me, ya know? And now I know how you really feel…”

MC groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“Of course ya like the Great Mammon! Everyone does. But, uh, iloveyoutooMC.”

“Wait, what?” MC peeked from behind her hand. “Did you just say…”

“Yeah, yeah. Come ‘ere, you!” 

Mammon gently grabbed MC’s arm, pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers. She smiled against his lips. They fell back onto his bed, ripped envelopes and love letters crumbled underneath them. MC rested her head on Mammon’s chest as he pulled her close, both of them smiling wide.

“Does this mean I can stop writing you letters?”

“Ya better not! I expect one first thing tomorrow.”

Mammon planted a small kiss on the top of her head. 

Finally, he knew for sure that the human was his. 

[izukult]

@sushijimawakatoshi asked.. hi, i hope you don’t mind that i’m a newer follower, and if its not too much trouble, id like to request 💌 and 🌬 male matchups please!! * im a leo sun, taurus moon, sag rising, ISTP-T, use she/her prns, and straight * my voice is pretty quiet and i’m just a quiet person overall when i’m around new people. i don’t really show my emotions well and i have pretty bad RBF so i usually come off as hard to approach accidentally which sucks when i want to make friends but also works sometimes bc i also have social anxiety * my self esteem goes from *i am the sexiest mf to walk this earth* to *im ugly and deserve nothing* with no in between * my love language is anything tbh but especially gift giving and physical touch, even though i’m terrified of initiating it. quality time is also nice since i’m completely down to just sit in comfortable silence with them, spending time together. while i love big gestures sometimes, my way of showing affection is more lowkey like baking them stuff, tutoring if they want, attending games/practices, and always waiting for them to finish at the gym * i don’t really work well with clingy people. i feel like i’d be okay if my SO focused on volleyball a lot bc i respect that they need time to work on their own things, so i wouldn’t say that i need lots of attention in relationships. i also spend more time on studies (future med student *fingers crossed*) than extracurriculars. * i have a huge caffeine addiction bc my sleep schedule is WACK (monster energy, coffee, whatever) * i’m 90% book smart (my one flex is being good at math) and 10% common sense * Big Anxiety bc the only way i could get approval from my parents growing up was straight As and now my biggest fear is being unsuccessful 😎 * i love wearing my SO’s clothing and all of a sudden, their closet is now ~Our Closet~ 

hi bestie i’m sorry i took so long to respond!! leo gang rise the fucj UP

💌 matchup//

i match you with..

matsukawa issei!

-i feel like he is such a chill guy he’d be totally okay with being super close, or having space from each other. i also imagine he’d just be the kind of guy you could silently sit in a room with and do your own thing and just enjoy each other’s company

-i also think issei really fucks w quality time, so you just sitting in the gym and working on homework while he practices is super cool for the both of you

-you have a drawer of his shirts. like,, a whole drawer at your house dedicated to his shirts specifically

-i think he also has to quiet rbf vibe so youd be an intimidating couple mayhaps mayhaps

-matsukawa isn’t a dumb guy, but he’s not like a world renowned genius. will sometimes ask you for homework, but that’s more about you than him not understanding

-very calm couple. like, good energy and you two make each other laugh and shit, but it’s pretty laid back and super healthy

-he compliments u so much. but he’s not overly sappy about it? don’t expect like ‘omg you’re so beautiful🥺” texts it’s either “AYOO SHAWTY KILLIN‼️ BAE GOT MAD GAME🥰🥶” or “goddamn okay spit in my face why don’cha?”

-on that note i think his emoji use would be very questionable. like he claims he hates unironic emojis but has definitely sent 😌,😏, and 🤧 before and 100% meant it

-that doesn’t mean he’s not a super sweet boyfriend he’s just not cheesy about it

-will bring you your favorite coffee or monster or anything every day, and every day without fail he makes a little “those things are shitty for ya” comment

-stop buying them then issei huh? check point🙄

-he’s a touchy guy, but again on the lowkey. he’s not gonna be over dramatic about pda, but he’ll hold your hand, or rest a hand on your shoulder. in private, loves to have an arm wrapped around you all the time

-makes fun of you for being short a Lot

-side note but once u mention your pronouns he’s like “oh shit, that’s smart” and puts he/him in his bio. matsukawa is a good man ilh

-finds out his birth chart for u and sends a ss w a text saying “ok so can we fuck now😕” (no issei, you’re a pisces😐)

-he is super supportive. makes sure you aren’t overworking yourself when he knows big assignments are coming up, always sends you good luck texts before tests, congratulates you no matter what, and is quick to remind you that even if you did fail in some way, you wouldn’t be a failure

-such a good boyfriend god i fucking love issei so goddamn much

-loves it when u bake for him. loves it so much. makes him feel so loved please never stop doing it

🌬 matchup//

i’d prefer my request not be shown bc of the picture :) i’m 5’2” and i’m not really sure what my aesthetic is? but these are just 2 pictures i like haha

ok u are,, so pretty!! omg

i match you with..

akaashi keiji!

my second choice is..

ushijima wakatoshi!

[cheezritsu]

Kita Shinksuke || First Love / Late Spring

Kita set it up perfectly, in your opinion, and probably in the opinion of every other person on the planet. It’s late spring, and although the blossoms have since faded on all the cherry blossoms, the breeze is a nice touch. It swirls his hair on his face like a shojo protagonist as he smiles down at you with a grace he doesn’t show just anyone. 

Your hands are shaking. He hasn’t spoken yet, but every nerve in your body has simultaneously short circuited. All you can do is ball your fists at your sides and hope he can’t see it. 

When he says your name it’s as soft and beautiful as the wind and your stomach splatters on the pavement because this is far more than you imagined it to be. 

Dating the perfect, indomitable Kita Shinsuke, was supposed to be easy; at least, it should have been far less painful than pining over him. You’d jumped the hurdle of his confession flawlessly, but you were bruising your shins on all the ones after. 

And now you’re here, and it seems impossible that the stone cold volleyball captain from class 3-7 could fall for you, the person with hardly enough motivation—or inspiration—to dream for anything but him. Kita and his all consuming fortitude. Kita and his brilliant future. Kita and you.

You’ll ruin this boy's life, you can hear in other peoples voice. But they can’t see how he’s ruined yours. 

Kita—Shinsuke, as he keeps reminding you—must be too nervous about the words he’s trying to say because he doesn’t notice that you’re about to pass out. Cracking your head on the pavement might be preferable to this, actually. 

“(Name), I really,”

The way he pauses on a dime would be comical if his eyes didn’t narrow in concern. “Name, what’s wrong?”

Your chest collapses. It feels like a hand has curled over your heart and squeezed they’re trying to make juice from it. You didn’t think you were being obvious, but Shinsuke’s earnest, amber eyes are like a lighthouse, searching for the truth under your stormy emotions. 

A paralyzing fear takes over you, making your mouth move in its own accord. “Please don't say you love me.”

Kita’s head rears back like he’s been hit. The gentle hands playing with your fingers hover over your skin with uncertainty. “Wh-“ the brilliant, unshakable Kita Shinsuke has just stuttered, and you choke on a sob. “Why?”

Your hands pull away, covering your mouth as it opens to scream. No sound comes out, only tears. You want to go home, to vanish, to erase yourself from existence because you are the worst human being to exist. You’ll ruin his life. 

But your bursting heart couldn’t carry you if you ran, and neither could the legs that just gave out on you. You squat, curling in on yourself and Kita just stares at the ground like you’re fine china that’s been shattered. No, you’re not that valuable—you’re the dirt beneath his feet. 

You hear his knees crack as levels with you, placing his firm hand on your back. 

For a second it’s just that late May breeze and birds chirping, and you focus on them as your breath returns. “You should go,” you manage to rattle out over the lump in your throat. You’ve put your hands over your eyes so you can’t see the exasperation on Kita’s face. “I’ve already ruined everything.”

A rustle. Kita sits, and just hearing the gesture makes you sniffle. His hand leaves you back and he sighs, hard and heavy. 

“Do you like me?”

He should scold you for rubbing your eyes, but he doesn’t. When you look at him through tears, you see him sitting down, almost serenely. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, but you can tell he’s working through something in his head. 

“Did you hear me?”

“I did.”

He says nothing else. You take a deep breath and reply, “I like you a lot more than I planned.”

This catches him off guard. His usual placid countenance breaks, and his eyes widen. “What?”

You cross your legs, playing with the grass in between them. “I’ve liked you for so long, Shinsuke. But you’re,” you shake your head, not saying perfect because he hates the idolization. “You’re mature and intelligent and orderly, and you love your grandma and you,” you start laughing because his face is still as incredulous as ever, and the vulnerability would make you vomit otherwise. 

“You’re kind and patient, and I thought that once your kindness was finally directed towards me I could stop feeling so intensely. I thought it would be easy, I thought it wouldn’t hurt anymore but-,” your hand clutches your chest, wrinkling your pressed uniform shirt. “It feels like I’m free falling and I’m gunna splatter if hit the ground. It’ll hurt no matter what so just, please.” 

Kita only blinks, and you silently curse, wishing you could just be a normal goddamn person instead of saying dumb, fake poetic shit like—

“Being with you isn’t easy, you know,” he starts, in a tone that’s borderline reprimanding. “You think I like walking around with my head stuck in my ass because I’m too concerned with you to function?” 

There’s no way those words came out in that order. “What?”

His nose is a little wrinkled, which is how you know this is hard for him. “I understand the general consensus is that I’m unfeeling—”

“Well, we’re a little bit past that, dontcha think?”

Kita smiles. It’s good to know he at least finds you amusing. “You're right. And while I find that being afraid to do something is a waste of time, I can’t help but be...hesitant around you when it comes to emotions.”

“In what way?”

He averts his eyes like he’s ashamed. “Dishonest, I suppose—“

“Dishonest?”

“I would do you good to let me finish,” he says gently, but your heart lurches.

“Shinsuke, yer killin’ me.” 

His absent minded little laugh turns your stomach inside out. “Dishonest in the sense that I’ve been holding back how ardently I feel for you, because it’s more painful than a volleyball to the face. When I was about to say it earlier, I think I meant it.”

Goosebumps prickle on your arms and your breath stutters as you try to form words. “You think?”

“You’re giving me second thoughts,” he mutters, and Kita Shinsuke never mutters. Maybe you did ruin his life. “I just. I didn’t think loving you was going to hurt so much.”

You don’t flinch when he uses it. It makes your heart swell just enough to be pleasant. “Sorry. For what it’s worth, I think I might love you too.” 

Kita’s face lights up eyes brimming with adoration. He doesn’t address the word, simply putting his hand over yours. It’s much larger; it makes you feel secure when his fingers curl under your palm. His thumb strokes comforting lines on the back of your hand. “Apology accepted.”

You nudge him with your shoulder. You love the soft chuckle that escapes his lips, because it sounds effortless and so full of joy. He’ll be your cause of death, you know it. 

There’s a comfortable silence that rests over you two, but Kita’s fingers start playing with yours. You hum in question. 

He keeps his eyes fixed on your intertwined hands when he asks “Can I kiss you?” 

It seems Kita has accepted your tragic fates, because when you say yes, he kisses you like he’s trying to steal the breath right from your lungs. You cup your hands to his cheeks to bring him closer, feeling his soft, blush-warmed skin. It burns and your head spins, but you’re willing to suffocate with Kita if he wants it too. 

[nightwingshero]

A, F, G, M, P, R, and S for Evune, Athera, Blair, Suzume, and Kumeko :D

MEL! THIS IS MERCY?! You're killin' me, smalls! Lol under the cut, love!

A: Aptitude

1. What are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Evune: Sneaking around and throwing knives. Evune doesn't really like to play the Game, but she's had some bard training when she lived with her noble guardian, and then when she was living in the alienage. She's had to steal, fight, and learned some bow skills before being reunited with her clan.

Athera: Aside from when her magic manifested when she was a child, I would say she's always had a special touch with halla and is rather good at drawing. But she hung around the clan's halla, sticking with the halla keeper because she was always fascinated with them.

Blair: She's always been a pretty smart cookie, so I'm going to say chess was something she was pretty quick to pick up on when she was young. She plays often with her dad.

Suzume: Drawing, cooking, and skateboarding. She's always been pretty good with balance and being naturally good on her feet, so that was something that caught her attention rather quickly. Now, drawing and cooking almost seems to be a family thing, mostly because of her father's quirk got him into art as well. So she would often sit in her room and just draw alone, and then come help her mother cook when it was time--which explains the cooking ability.

Kumeko: Dancing and hacking! Shopping doesn't count, so I won't add it. But Kumeko loves to dance to her music, and will play Just Dance often. She's always light on her feet, and when she started walking as a kid, she would bounce. So her mom says it's pretty much in her blood at this point. Now, her fascination with electronics might have something to do with her quirk, but this girl was taking computers apart and rebuidling them when she was a kid.

2. What activities have they participated in?

Evune: A few games here and there with her clan. There's a game that her and Athera would play with the kids as they told the stories of their gods, and Evune would lead Fen'an with her and they would play tag and chase them around as they pretended to be Fen'Harel. She also does arm wrestling with Thyra, plays chess with Cullen, and does shooting contests with and plays Wicked Grace with Varric.

Athera: She would teach the children of their clan the history and the stories of their people, often leading to the tag game with Evune. She will read with Dorian, practice magic with Halesta, and play chess with Solas. She would often ask him things he saw of her people in the fade as well.

Blair: Lots and lots of science fairs and clubs. She did chess club at one point too, and then learned to play the violin. But she didn't really stick with that, since she preferred doing science stuff, especially astronomy. She does a lot of ice skating too, if that counts, and she'll go out with friends.

Suzume: Heh. Well, she'll get dragged go to karaoke with Kumeko and a few more friends here and there. She's done the Sports Festival a few times with Kumeko when they attended U.A. High. She even placed one year. But when it comes to activites to participate in, mroe often than not, it's Kumeko or someone else coming up with the idea and having her tag along. She'll go to the school events in support for the students, and she'll do team ups with heroes here and there when she has the time. Every now and then she'll anonymously participate in art festivals just to share her art.

Kumeko: Karaoke! Though the last time her and Suzume went they ended up getting thrown out and banned because someone decided that the music selection wasn't cool enough and she hacked the machine. She did the Sports Festival in high school, and does a lot of team ups, especially when her agency is contacted and Fatgum has his plate full (I know what I did there--yes, it was on purpose.) I'm gonna throw shopping on here because she loves it so damn much. DJing is something she does often too, more out of a hobby than anything.

3. What abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Evune: The bow. Evune had more experience with dagger growing up and she had to work extra hard to master the bow because that demanded a patience from her that she didn't have. But she gives people a run for their money now, often outshooting most people.

Athera: Making wolves and hallawith her magic. That took forever to master. She can use her elemental magic and manifest it in the forms of wolves, and her protective barriers come out as halla. It took her years to perfect, and it's still hard for her to do sometimes.

Blair: Definitely controlling her powers. Girl was a walking hazard because of it. She was too scared to really practice it because it seemed to always hurt people, and she hated herself for it.

Suzume: The patience to handle those crazy ass class 1-A kids, epsecially the one that blows shit up without warning and has rage issues or the perverted one she's kicked out of her class a few times. Tattoos. She can draw, it took her time to nail skating and cooking, but tattoos...that took her the longest. If she can do it herself, she will; it makes it easier for her to use with her quirk. But it took time because it's not the same as drawing in her sketchbook.

Kumeko: Fighting. Honestly, it was so hard for her because she's not really...a natural fighter. She had to really work at making her quirk for her in fight scenarios, but luckily she was able to really adapt her dancing and hacking into her own odd style that actually works well for her. U.A. was hard for her in the beginning, but she really pulled through and excelled.

4. What things are they bad at?

Evune: Holding her tongue. Evune can and will say whatever it is that's on her mind. It gets her into so much trouble, but she never really learns from it. She will always tell you what she's thinking whether you wanna hear it or not.

Athera: Making very hard decisions. She hates being put on the spot and making choices that really don't have a good ending either way. The pressure isn't something she wants and she fears the backlash and the consequences of the choices.

Blair: Lying. Girl can't lie to save her life. Not that she would ever really want to, but it's always bitter on her tongue whenever she has to, and it never goes well.

Suzume: Being emotionally vulnerable. Not that she doesn't have emotions or doesn't want to share her emotions, she just gets shy and awkward with it. Word vomit is what ends up happening if she's not careful, and so she finds it easier to stay quiet.

Kumeko: Dealing with loss, honestly. She's naturally a go lucky and cheerful person. It's not that she hasn't dealt with loss before, she just takes it really hard when it does happen. It weighs on her shoulders and mind for a long time.

5. What is their most impressive talent?

Evune: A combo move with Fen’an. She jumps back and fires arrows, while her wolf moves in from the side and attacks when their opponent isn’t looking. She’s so good with her bow and working alongside her wolf companion when she needs to--which happens more often than not. 

Athera: Her magic, honestly. She’s the First for a reason, and when Falessan was around, he tuaght her a trick or two. The wolf elemental magic is something she only uses when she needs to, and it’s very impressive. Though it takes quite a bit of mana to pull off. 

Blair: I know this is going to not really count, but I can’t help it; I’m going to say her intelligience. I could say her meta powers, but honestly, Blair is stupid smart and isn’t afraid to flex it. She has enough braincells to cover for those who are lacking. 

Suzume: Okay, so I would say Quirk wise, it’s going to be her ability to animate her tattoos and drawings, but the most impressive? Using her samurai tattoo to cover herself. Its one of her ultimate moves, though whatever damage the samurai suffers, is damage she absolutely feels once it returns to her. It’s cool to see though, she’s such a badass!

Kumeko: This girl can be deafening. I’m not even kidding. She can hack into surrounding sound systems or use her very own built in speakers to deafen an enemy temporarily. Like...some are left immobilzed because of it. She doesn’t do it often because its more of a last resort ultimate move, but it’s super impressive and handy...she can definitely be someone to fear. 

F: Fun

1. What do they do for fun?

Evune: She loves to drink and watch people when she has nothing else to really do, and that’s usually watching Thyra start bar fights and wrestling with a lot of the warriors and soldiers of the Inquistion so she can prove her Avaar strength. Other than that, she’s joking around with Dorian, making fun of people or playing Wicked Grace with Varric. She’ll also sing to herself when she thinks no one is listening.

Athera: She loves to read and draw for fun, mostly. She’s very at peace with quiet time to herself, and as things progress with the Inquisition, she doesn’t really get a lot of it. If she’s not doing that, she’s playing chess or spending time with some of her companions to get to know them better or because she enjoys their company.

Blair: Video games, movie marathons, and ice skating. She’s such a nerd at heart, and when she isn’t working on things for fun (yes...for fun), she’s either gaming out or watching movies and eating crepes. Winter is her favorite season, and she goes ice skating every year with her parents and friends. Its one of those things she’s been doing since she was a kid.

Suzume: Mostly skating, drawing, and cooking. She likes to read too, but she’s most likely doing one of the first three things. Music is often blared while doing any of them, and she gets super focused. There are a few places she likes to go for skating, and she’ll usually meet Kumeko there, or just skate around and look at different things with her cat in her backpack.

Kumeko: A little bit of everything. Shopping, dancing, and going to amusement parks. Kumeko likes the rush of things, and likes to be on the move. The girl can’t sit still, she’s gotta be doing something, and so she’s usually always out and about with something on her agenda. Much to Suzume’s dismay because she’s dragged with her.

2. What is their ideal party?

Evune: Small with only the closest of friends. Evune doesn’t like meeting new people, she’s very wary of them. She wants a small get together on the beach at night around a campfire and laughing together. She does go to the big parties Dorian throws at his dad’s in the College AU, mostly after they play a gig or something. 

Athera: Something casual with boardgames and cherades! Probably a cookout, if we’re being honest. More people than Evune would invite, mostly because she oddly has a lot of connections--she’s even shocked by it. Its very casual because she’s more comfortable that way

Blair: Honestly, there are a few. She loves surprsie parties, both for herself and for others. Slumber parties are a thing too, mostly because she would throw all the blankets and pillows she had in the living room, make crepes and hot chocolate (or get wine) and have a movie marathon in her pjs with her friend. 

Suzume: That’s a huge no. No way in hell. Parties aren’t her scene at all, she doens’t really like going to them because she’s secretly (not that secret tbh) shy and gets nervous. She will go to the hero galas, she will allow Kumeko to drag her to places, but she doesn’t really prefer a type of party. The word just puts dread in her stomach. Now...honestly, a dinner party with a few friends isn’t so bad, but it has to be super casual. Best Jeanist’s annual Halloween party isn’t too bad either. 

Kumeko: All of them. Honestly, there isn’t one that she doens’t like, Kumeko loves people, loves music, and parties have plenty of both. Dance parties (which is usually her and a few more friends playing Just Dance at Suzume’s because someone hates going to clubs) or ones that have karaoke so she can challenge Present Mic. Kumeko is perfect for throwing surprise birthday parties too, Suzume finds out every year (as if she could ever forget that). 

3. Who would they have the most fun with?

Evune: She’s honestly one of those people that if she can’t have fun with you, she probably won’t like you. Naturally quiet, it would seem that would be impossible to gauge, but it’s really not. Evune has a sense of humor, and she prides herself in being a good judge on character. I would say Arkyn, Thyra, Emerson, Varric, and Dorian are the people she has the most fun with. Cullen, too, but I think it’s different with him--not as chaotic.

Athera: She will try to have fun with pretty much anyone because she wants to get along with everyone. I think the main people she would have the most fun with would be Josephine, Iron Bull, Krem, Leliana, Dorian, and Varric.

Blair: You either love her or you hate her, because she’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind and correct you when you’re wrong. But she has tons of fun with Cisco, Caitlin, Felicity, Ray, Sara, and eventually Mick. You wouldn’t expect it, but it is what it is. 

Suzume: Not Hawks. It depends, honestly, but she has a lot of fun with Kumeko, Aizawa, and Tai. Midnight as well whenever she has the energy to actually hang out with her outside of work. She also has a lot of fun teaching and training some of her students (more than that one angry explosive one), but at the end of the day, Tai is really all she needs. That or staying home and locking the door, and ignoring Kumeko when she pounds on her door or when Chicken Nugget calls her 5 times in a row for a casual hero hangout. 

Kumeko: Who doesn’t she have fun with? Listen, it takes a lot for Kumeko to not like you, but if you rub her the wrong way, you will absolutely get the cold shoulder. Other than that, that girl is gonna have fun with whoever she’s with. Suzume she forcibly is fun with, she has tons of fun with her boyfriend Aizawa, Hawks, Present Mic, Tai, Rumi, and Midnight. 

4. Can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Evune: If she has to break the rules to have fun, they’re getting broken. They’re just a suggestion, right?

Athera: She will do her best when it’s within her control. She doesn’t want there to be any trouble, so she’ll try to avoid it if she can...though her cousin sometimes makes it hard.

Blair: Often, she’s a straight shooter, and it’s not until Leonard and Mick come into her life that she starts seeing the fun to bending just the slightest for fun. 

Suzume: For the most part, she can. It depends on who you are and what the situation is if she’s willing to be lienient. Like how she will sometimes let Kaminara, Sero, and Kirishima get away with things here and there.

Kumeko: What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Kumeko is okay with breaking minor rules to keep that fun going, as long as it’s not crazy or gets people hurt. She has her limits. But at the end of the day, she’s still a hero. She will draw the line somewhere, she won’t let things go too far. 

5. Do they go out a lot?

Evune: Shockingly, she does. She’s introverted, but she’s hanging around with people and watches on the sidelines. In the college AU, her and Emerson are often at the diner, their regular place, and at the bar where they perfomr. If its not that, and she’s going out, then it’s most likely a friend’s house.

Athera: She does! Athera loves visiting parks and other places where she can draw. The library is also a place she goes often when she wants out of the house, meeting other friends there for maybe a study session in the college au.

Blair: YES. Honestly, the cafe is like her second home, and the observatory is her third. She will often go to book stores and such to buy books and other things she might need. 

Suzume: If she’s not at home, drawing, reading, or watching movies, she’s out skating or with Kumeko. At a certain point, she finds herself visiting Fatgum’s agency rather...frequently. For no specific reason, she swears.

Kumeko: ALL. THE. TIME. She always has some place to be and Aizawa has to sometimes beg to get her to have a day in (she caves rather easily, actually). But she’s usually out and about, plus she is a hero, so patrols are also a thing. 

G: Gorgeous

1. What is their most attractive external feature?

Evune: I feel like there’s a lot attractive about her, but I would have to say her smirk. Its so teasing and it will absolutely draw you in--especially with her gorgeous eyes sparkling with mischief. Her vallasin are also very striking on her face, even if the silvery tint of them. 

Athera: Hmmm...defintitely her eyes. Which...I know I eluded to that or Evune too, but they really just have gorgeous eyes. Athera’s have a teal/light blue eye color with specks of silver. They’re gorgeous. The light hitting them just gives you different shades that just...wow. Its no surprise that she caught the attention of the Dread Wolf. 

Blair: Her smile. She is always smiling and it will just blow you away--you can’t help but smile right back at her. That smile will become the center of your galaxy if you’re not careful. It’s even more wow-ing when she actually decides to wear lipstick. 

Suzume: Honestly...I could say hair, or her beautiful green eyes, or the way her blush makes her face light up...but it’s honestly her tattoos. Suzume is decently curved with an hourglass figure, but it’s not something she shows off. At least...not upfront. Her tattoos. Suzume has an eye of an artist, and every tattoo is placed perfectly, allowing the lines to  flow naturally with her body. They’re gorgeous honestly. You could look at them for hours, though after a while I could guess you’d be staring for other reasons. 

Kumeko: She would tell you its her hair, half (natural) metallic silver, and half (dyed) electric blue. But...it’s gonna be her curves. She has pretty decent curves, and she absolutely shows them off. She’s not really overly revealing or anything, she just wears clothes that really complement her and she’s proud of how she looks. 

2. What is the most attractive part of their personality?

Evune: Her fierceness and her sense of humor. She’s very passionate and is just...a lot of fun, to be honest.

Athera: Her kindness and patience. She’s kind to everyone and is always patient with people, epsecially when they need it.

Blair: Her compassion. There’s an empathy that Blair has about her that just draws you in and you can’t really escape it, no matter how long you try. 

Suzume: Her belief in others, especially in herself. Even she struggles with self doubt, but honestly, the sheer belief in herself and confidence in her students and friends so heartwarming. 

Kumeko: Her bubbliness. Mostly because she uses it to make everyone’s day good, including hers, and she never fails to be optimistic. 

3. What benefits come with being their friend?

Evune: A fierce loyalty, honestly. She will have your back whether you’re right or wrong, because that doesn’t matter--you do. Plus, she’ll drink and sing with you. 

Athera: She is lowkey a mom friend, so she’ll make sure you’re doing okay. Plus, she’s defintely someone to mentor you if you needed. 

Blair: A friend that will always make sure you’re knowledgeable about what you’re talking about.  She’ll correct you for your benefit, and do it kindly, just to make sure you’re at your best.

Suzume: ...uh...she draws. And cooks...she’ll probably grumble about it, but she’ll absolutely bring you food to work and honestly, she’s just a good support. She speaks honestly about her opinion, but she has your back. 

Kumeko: Lots of shopping sprees and a true cheerleader, honestly. Constantly cheering you on and trying to play matchmaker for you (yes Suzume is bitching in the corner, its fine.)

4. What parts of them do they like and dislike?

Evune: There might be a scar or two with a bad memory, but other than that, nothing. Evune is very “take me as I am, or don’t take me at all” and she will be very direct about it. She’s not about that. 

Athera: She’s never really thought about that because she just...never really considered pulling herself apart like that. If she had to choose something, it would be the way she comes across as naive (because she is, just don’t tell her that). She hates how people treat her because of it. Also her nose. 

Blair: Her feet. She’s so weird about her feet, she is always wearing socks because of it. 

Suzume: She hates that she’s quiet and awkward, honestly. She can be shy at times, depending on who she’s around, and she doesn’t understand it because she’s mostly a confident person. She also lowkey hates that she looks so different from her adoptive family, only because of the questions seh gets because of it. Its why she put dark green streaks in her hair. 

Kumeko: This girl loves every damn inch of herself, who are we kidding? 

5. What parts of others do they envy?

Evune: I wouldn’t call it envy, but she feels very bitter regarding the people who have had a good life and still find a reason to bitch about it. She just wants her people to have better. 

Athera: The lack of responsibility. She wishes that she didn’t have the fate of the world on her shoulders, and she envies those who don’t have to worry about the things she does. 

Blair: Not having meta powers that might kill your friends when you lose control. Gee, must be nice.

Suzume: Mostly, nothing. She does wish she could be more charismatic though. It would help her speak to a certain someone without blushing like mad and glaring at the ground. 

Kumeko: Not a damn thing. This girl is happy with herself and what she can do, it took her some time to get there. But ultimately, she came to the conclusion that you have to love yourself for who you are and focus on what you can become, instead of seeing all the things you aren’t and comparing yourself to other people when it’s not relevant to you. 

M: Maternal

1. Would they want a daughter or a son?

Evune: Her and Cullen end up actually having a girl and then a boy, but she never really thought she would have kids to be honest. 

Athera: She ends up with twins: a boy and a girl. But she’s in Evune’s boat, she wasn’t exactly planning on having kids or even meeting someone.

Blair: She never thought about kids until Leonard, then once she’s pregnant, she can’t help but imagine a little girl, which she ends up having. 

Suzume: She didn’t really have a preference, she was just shocked that she was becoming a mom. Suzume wasn’t sure how it happened, but it did.

Kumeko: Girls. She wanted daughters because after pretty much adopting Eri, she wanted more little precious girls running around their house. They ended up with twins, a boy and girl, and she was so excited and happy. 

2. How many children do they want?

Evune: She’s never really thought about it, but she’s happy with the one, open to having just one more. 

Athera: Just the two. Athera has a lot on her plate, the twins are honestly enough for her. 

Blair: I would say probably 4, because she wants a big family. She loves kids. 

Suzume: She wants a couple more because she at least wants another girl, and maybe just another, depending. 

Kumeko: I think she’d wanna try for another to make it an even number, with Eri and the twins making three, but after that, she’s good. 

3. Would they be a good parent?

Evune: She didn’t think she would, to be honest, but she’s a fantastic mom. She really tries her best and loves her children deeply. 

Athera: Yes, though she doesn’t feel like it. Their father is gone and she has so much repsonibility, she feels that she’s failing at being a mother. 

Blair: Absolutely. She’s really good with kids and that definitely applied to her parenting. 

Suzume: Yes, though she was worried for a minute that she wouldn’t be. She’s a high school teacher, so she doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with tiny humans. But she’s fantastic, just like Tai said she would be. 

Kumeko: She is PHENOMENAL. She honestly is super mom, and she’s the go-to nanny when Suzume needs someone to babysit. 

4. What would they name a son? what would they name a daughter?

Evune: I haven’t decided on the son’s name, but the girl is Mirae, which means Little Thief in elvish. They did it on purpose becaus Cullen would call Evune his little thief because she would take or mess with things on his desk. 

Athera: The daughter is named Soufei (the strength of a thousand wolves) and Hallen (which has something to do with halla). Essentially, wolf and halla related for her and Solas. Symbolism.

Blair: I...have not named their daughter. But it would probably be something space related because Blair is definitely that person...girl really loves space. 

Suzume: I haven’t really figured out the details for their kids just yet, but she would want their names to be meaningful.

Kumeko: Same as Suzume, but honestly, whatever sounds good. Kumeko just wants it to sound cool and she’s good. 

5. Would they adopt?

Evune: She would if the occasion would arise where she came across a child in need. She doesn’t have the heart to just ignore that. 

Athera: I don’t think she would actively seek adopting a child. I think that Athera would do everything in her power to make sure the child found a loving and safe home, only adopting if she failed, because she’s not letting an orphan suffer a terrible fate with an orphanage or worse. 

Blair: She would, and I think it was something she considered at one point. Like, no, she really didn’t think she would have kids, but she had little thoughts of “what if” when it came to adopting. 

Suzume: In a heartbeat. She was adopted herself, so that’s definitely something she would do. Giving a child a loving home is something she would think about doing. Especially with how she takes some of the students under her wing. 

Kumeko: I mean, technically, she does. Her and Aizawa adopt Eri, so yeah, she absolutely would do that. 

P: Personality

1. What is their best personality trait?

Evune: Her sense of humor, I think. Evune is sarcastic and hilarious. Granted she will use it to tear you down, but when she’s doing it for genuine fun with her friends, she’ll have to in stitches. 

Athera: Patience. It makes her so kind and forgiving, honestly. Athera is so soft most of the time, and people are sometimes shocked with the lack of judgement that comes with her. 

Blair: Cheerfulness. She’s usually always in such a good mood, to be honest. There’s always an underlying happy disposition with her...until you piss her off. 

Suzume: If you asked her, she would just shrug and avoid you. But her fierceness...is just...she’s very passionate, truly. She’s very strong-willed, especially when it comes to her protecting people. 

Kumeko: Determination. This girl doesn’t know what the phrase “give up” means, it’s not a thing she has ever done or heard. She sticks to something to the very end. She won’t quit you. 

2. What is their worst personality trait?

Evune: Arrogance. And with her, its more patronizing. Mostly because of her tongue, she will cut you with words and make you feel small. It will drive her to challenge you, mock you, and make a show to demonstrate how wrong you are and to stroke her pride. 

Athera: Arrogance as well, but hers is different. While Evune’s is external, Athera’s is internal. She will raise her head high, and naively believe she’s right (whether she is or not), and brings about a stubborness that can be suffocating. You won’t be able to talk to her, she won’t hear you because she has already made up her mind. 

Blair: Logical. I know that doesn’t sound bad, but when someone is looking for emotional support, Blair isn’t the girl for you. She’ll immediately break down the situation and come at you with logic rather than the emotional support you need.

Suzume: Guarded and pessimistic. Suzume has a hard time being emotionally vulnerable at times, mostly because sh’s not sure how to be. She knows she’s hard to read and that people get frustrated and kinda give up on their first try with her. She can be a little pessimistic, though she’s normally a realist. It’s always something to do with her personally though.

Kumeko: Obnoxious. Its not a secret that Kumeko can be...a little much sometimes. She tries to tone it down for certain people or when the situation calls for it, but mostly, she’s a take it or leave it kinda girl. If she’s too loud for you, she’ll say “sorry, but that’s how I am” and then move away from you with a smile. 

3. What of their personality do others love?

Evune: With her, it’s not just one thing. It’s everything that makes her her. She’s just a mix of things honestly, you can’t detangle that mess.

Athera: Her kindness. It makes her forgiving and warm to those who interact with her. 

Blair: I would say her dependability. Blair is always there, no matter what, and she absolutely has your back--whether that’s physically or mentally. 

Suzume: When you really get to know her, her softness. Because not everyone gets to see it or even recognizes it when it happens. 

Kumeko: Charisma! She has a natural charisma that she oozes and so many people get blown away by it. 

4. What of their personality do others envy?

Evune: The way she gives zero fucks about anyone other than those close to her. She will dead ass ignore you. 

Athera: I want to say resilience because the girl has gone through some stuff, and she’s still standing. She lost her arm, girl has guts. 

Blair: Tenacity. She won’t back down, her spine is made of steel. Especially when she knows she’s right about something. Good luck with that. 

Suzume: Her ability to stay calm. Suzume is very level-headed, even in the most dangerous of situations. Girl will jump in front of her students or that yellow hero to protect him (he doesn’t need it), and won’t even flinch. 

Kumeko: The way she can make every situation seem bright, no matter how dark it really is. She always makes things better.  

5. Do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Evune: For herself? No. Others? Absolutely. If you rub her the wrong way, she’s not going to like you. It’s not really about a specific thing, it’s just a vibe. Like Cassandra and Blackwall...she doesn’t like them. If you lie to her though, you’re done for. 

Athera: She hates dishonesty because she’s the kind of person that you can come to about these things with no judgement on her part. Now about herself, she does hate how she can be a little too nice. It makes her think that people try walking over her or steer her in the direction they personally want her to go. 

Blair: Her being more logical in emotional situations bothers her, so she tries to work on it. She hates people that are deceptive, the kind that like to play their cards close to their chests. Not necessarily lying (though she hates that too), but just not being upfront about it. 

Suzume: Arrogance, she can’t stand it. You will absolutey paint a target on your back with it, because she’ll be super sarcastic and dismissive of you if you are. If you’re overly arrogant, she will watch and hope for you to trip and fall on your face so she can just raise her brow at you and walk away after being like “see? Not so great, huh?”. She is not Bakugo’s favorite teacher. She wishes she wasn’t so awkward at times, to be honest. It would make things easier for her. 

Kumeko: Just...bitterness. Like, being mean for no reason. She doesn’t understand it and she won’t put up with it. If you’re being a bully, she will absolutely call you out on it, Kumeko isn’t afraid to step in when she needs to. Now, she loves everything about herself and her personality--shocking nobody. 

R: Rules

1. Do they follow rules?

Evune: No, they’re just kind suggestions or she just doesn’t care. She makes her own rules. Meme of “I’m the Captain now” goes: here. 

Athera: She does her best! They’re there for a reason and she doesn’t want trouble. 

Blair: Yes, but she will bend them for the greater good. But mostly, she’s following the rules. 

Suzume: Oh yeah, she follows rules. Now, there may be moments where she instills her own set of rules, but not very often. It depends on the situation. 

Kumeko: Is a very good law-abiding hero! She will encourage you to not jay walk and all sorts of things.

2. Would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Evune: A mixture of both. She’s firm, but she’s also the parent that’s probably doing something really stupid to make the kids laugh. 

Athera: More on the strict side, but it’s a soft version of it. Very guiding, in a way. 

Blair: More on the stricter side. She’s a fun parent, but there’s a routine and schedule thats down pat and she has a calendar that has post it notes to keep track of everything. 

Suzume: Another mixture, but she’s soft. She it more guiding than strict, and she will have fun with her kids, she’s just more quiet than Tai is. 

Kumeko: Abosultely laid back. Aizawa has to be the strict parent because Kumeko can’t be strict to save her life, she likes having too much fun with her kids. 

3. Have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule?

Evune: Yes, but that doesn’t stop her. That just tells her she needs to up her game and not get caught. The noble was a strict guardian, so she had to really watch her step. 

Athera: Yes, and she immediately felt bad about it. She’s the one to learn her lesson unlike her cousin. 

Blair: No, not really. Blair hasn’t really broken any rules. 

Suzume: No, because if she did, it was small or she wasn’t caught. 

Kumeko: Yep, as a kid, and she would put on the innocent “I won’t do it again, promise” only to do it again, but better. 

4. Have they broken any rules they now regret breaking?

Evune: Nope! No regrets! 

Athera: Yes, messing with the Dread Wolf statues outside of the clan--she worried that she might have put a curse on her clan for it. 

Blair: Nope!

Suzume: No, she was never caught. Maybe pirating that movie once, but that’s it. It just put a virus on her laptop when she was a kid. 

Kumeko: Getting kicked out of the karaoke bar after hacking the machine. It was her favorite place. 

5. Do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

Evune: The rule that her and Varric can’t participate in the archery contest because they would both win every damn match. 

Athera: Some of them, but she follows them anyway. Like the whole mage and elf restrictions are ridiculous to her. 

Blair: She personally thinks that any rule Rip has is stupid, but she follows them because he’s captain. 

Suzume: There are some rules that will make her look at you like “really?”, but she follows them because they’re there for a reason and she needs to set a good example.

Kumeko: Mosly the rules at the karaoke bar, but other than that, she has no issue with following rules. 

S: Streets

1. Are they street-smart?

Evune: Absolutely. She knows her way around and isn’t stupid. She lived on the streets when she was in the alienage, she’s no stranger to it. 

Athera: Not in the slightest. This girl has lived in her clan for all of her life, she’s way too sheltered for it. Evune would have to go with her so nothing bad would happen. 

Blair: A little bit, yeah. She doesn’t use that knowledge to her advantage, she’s just aware of some of it. 

Suzume: Yes. Suzume is very street-smart, she can hold her own. 

Kumeko: Absolutely not. Kumeko struggles with it a bit, and even Fatgum has to explain some things here and there to her, because she’s never really had to think much of it. Just fight the villain, then save and smile at the civilians. 

2. Would they give money to someone on the streets?

Evune: Yes, she’s been there and she knows what it’s like, so she’s going to give what she can. But will also keep an extra eye out because she’s a rogue and she knows what cons can be played. 

Athera: Of course. Athera is a giving person, she would want to help in anyway she can. 

Blair: Without question. She will even try and help them find a job or to better their situation. 

Suzume: In a heartbeat. But she’s also escorting them to a shelter, a soup kitchen, or somewhere they will be safe. The streets aren’t safe to live on and they deserve more. 

Kumeko: She’s not only giving them money, she’s using her standing as a hero to help out with charity if she can. Hiring them for something, even, to help get them on their feet. 

3. Have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets?

Evune: Ha! That’s not even a question? What kind are we talking? Fists? Knives? She’s done both!

Athera: Nope, never. Very sheltered, this one. 

Blair: Only hero fights when she’s patrolling. Other than that, no. 

Suzume: Yep! As a hero, she’s had her fair share of fights, even on her time off. 

Kumeko: Pretty much the same as Suzume: she’s a hero, she’s fighting often. 

4. Has anything happened to them on the streets?

Evune: A lot, honestly. Mostly fighting, robbing, and just trying to survive, honestly. Not much different than any other elf in the alienages. 

Athera: No, she’s never had an instance like that. 

Blair: You mean like when Leonard Snart kidnapped her ass with Mick? Or when she almost lost control of her powers when patrolling with Ollie? Pffft, what? 

Suzume: She’s been jumped before...or at least, there was an attempt of it. Girl can kick ass and take names. So that’s what she did. 

Kumeko: A guy tried taking her purse once, but she blasted his ass with her speakers and turned him in to the authorities. 

5. Are they cautious when out?

Evune: Very much so. Her guard never falls when she’s out and about. She learned you have to always be careful. 

Athera: Yes, she knows that her kind isn’t treated well, and she won’t let her guard slip to allow her to be vulnerable. 

Blair: Not really, no. She’s going to just go about about her day like normal until something happens that calls for her to be cautious. 

Suzume: Yes and no. She’s aware, but not like...overly cautious. Its a mixture of ease and caution. 

Kumeko: Not at all. If something happens, she’s goit it. Anyone would be stupid to mess with her. 

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Till There’s Nothing Left - Harry Styles One Shot

*Based on the song Till There’s Nothing Left by Cam 

**

You awoke just as the sun starting peeking in through the curtains of your bedroom. You looked over to the other side bed where your boyfriend of a few short months lay. He was wrapped up in the sheets as he slept on his stomach, drooling onto the pillow. You held back a bit of a giggle as you gently pressed  kiss onto his head before slipping out of bed. You picked up his shirt up off the floor where it was discarded last night. You slipped your arms through and buttoned it up. 

You walked over to your dressing to get a hair tie and pull your crazy sex and bed hair up into a bun. You then snuck over to get your journal from the drawer beside your bed. You make sure your movements were done quietly so as to not wake your boyfriend up. Once you got everything you needed, you tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. 

You went down to the kitchen making yourself some coffee before grabbing your guitar and heading out to the backyard. You had an amazing view of the ocean at your house in Malibu and it was the perfect place to get some writing done. For the last few days, you had this melody stuck in your head and you were finally able to sit down and brainstorm a song for it. 

You took a sip of your coffee and put it down onto the table taking you guitar into your hands. You messed around with some chords and strumming patterns to find the sound you heard in your head. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough and gave you something to work with. 

As you played the melody on the guitar, you looked out towards the beach. You smiled as you saw some of your nearby neighbors getting a run in already. You started humming along, which is something you always did prior to writing a song. It was weird, how you would just be playing a melody over and over again, start humming and then eventually words would replace the humming. 

“Till there’s nothing left... Till there’s nothing left,” you sang a bit as you continued playing the guitar. 

You weren't sure how much time had gone by, but when Harry emerged outside carrying his own mug of coffee you had written everything but the bridge and end of the song. When you saw him walking towards you, wearing nothing but some jogger pants and sunglasses, you closed your journal and smiled over at him. 

“Morning,” you smiled. 

“Morning, baby,” he smiled kissing you quickly before sitting in the chair next to yours. “How long have you been up?” 

“Not sure,” you said. “Maybe an hour? A little longer.” 

He nodded running his hand through his hair, “So, can I hear what you’ve been working on?” He gestured towards the guitar in your hand. 

“Maybe once it’s actually finished,” you smirked putting it down, propping it up against the edge of the table. 

“Aw come on,” he said. “Just a little sneak peek.” 

“When it’s finished,” you said. “I’ll promise I’ll play it for you before I even record it.” 

“I can handle that compromise,” he said taking a sip of his coffee. 

You got up from your chair walking over towards him. He opened his arms letting you sit on his lap and wraps his arms around you. 

“What?” He asked as you stared at him with a smile on your face. 

“Nothing, just, thinking about how much I love you,” you smiled pushing a stray hair from his face. 

“Okay, what do you want?” He joked. 

“Other than you? Nothing,” you smiled. 

“Well, you’ve got me,” he whispered.

“Good, because you’ve got me till there’s nothing left,” you whispered. 

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“You’ll understand it soon enough,” you smiled. 

**

A few days later, you and Harry were laying on the couch, a movie on Netflix playing in the background, a bowl of half eaten popcorn on the table. Your head was laying in his lap while he played with your hair. You looked up at him and he happened to catch your eye. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Let’s go for a drive,” you smiled. 

“But it’s raining,” he laughed. 

“Exactly,” you said sitting up. 

He looked at you suspiciously, but you just smiled pulling him up from the couch. You grabbed your bag while he got his keys and phone before heading to his car. When you two got in, you put on your seatbelts and he turned down the radio so it was barely a whisper. 

“So, where to milady?” He smirked looking over at you. 

“To wherever we end up,” you smiled. 

“Okay,” he laughed putting the car into drive and pulling out of the driveway. 

You two had been driving around for a little over an hour, not really saying a word, just listening to the pelting of the rain and holding hands as he drove down by the coast. You smile over at him bringing his hand up to your lips before you notice something nearby. There was a little quiet, pull off area just off the main road. 

“Pull over there,” you said nodding in that direction. 

He doesn’t say anything, but does as you say. He pulls into the shaded area and puts the car in park before looking over at you. 

“Do you need to pee or something?” He joked. 

You laughed shaking your head,”No.”

“Then why did you want me to pull over?” He asked. “Want to head home?” 

“Not quite yet,” you whispered taking off your seatbelt. 

You turned around and climbed over into the backseat. “Care to join me?” You smirked. 

He raises an eyebrow at you before climbing into the backseat with you. You smile wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss. He smiled against your lips pulling you closer to him. The backseat of his car wasn’t the biggest, but you were determined to make it work. 

“Had I known you had this mind, I would have brought the Range Rover,” he whispered as you ran your hand up under his sweatshirt. 

“We’ve done this in smaller spaces,” you giggled. 

“True,” he laughed. 

You giggled pulling his hoodie over his head, throwing it into the front seat, which would then be joined with the reminder of your clothes. Every kiss, touch, and movement felt like slow motion as the rain pelted against the car. You were on top of him and his hands roamed your back while his head laid against your chest. 

When both of you were finished, you pulled his hoodie over the two of you. 

“We should probably get going soon,” he whispered pushing hair out of your face as he kissed your forehead. 

“I know,” you sighed. “But I don't want to leave just yet.” 

“Okay, we’ll stay a few more minutes,” he smiled poking your nose. 

You giggled laying your head on his shoulder. 

**

Harry was currently out with a group of his friends and you had decided when he came back after dinner is when you would play him the new song you had been working on. It was finally finished, at least in the sense before you would record it and add all the little final touches to it. You really wanted to set a mood for it, so since the weather was nice outside, you knew you wanted it to be out there. You lit candles and turned on the fairy lights that were hung out in the back. 

When Harry arrived home, he saw the note for him to meet you in the backyard. The first thing he saw was the light of the candles and then you sitting down with your guitar on your lap. 

“What’s this?” He smiled. 

“Well, the song I’ve been working on is finally finished,” you smiled. “And I wanted to set a little scene for it.” 

“Fancy,” he smirked sitting down. 

You laughed, “I thought about telling you what it’s about before I sing, but I want the lyrics to speak for themselves... and if they don’t then, I’ll tell you.” 

“Okay,” he said. “I’m all ears.” 

You smiled taking a deep breath, “Okay, here it goes.” 

You closed your eyes as you started strumming on your guitar. 

“I wanna steal every breath of fire from every star in the Southern sky. I wanna lay down in the dark and take a match right to your heart”

You sang, looking at Harry the entire time. He put his hand on his chin as he watched you. 

“I wanna hide with you in the rain in the eye of hurricane. I wanna call it for what it is and give you everything I’ve got to give.” 

You sang, feeling the emotion behind the son building up as you went through the song. Halfway through the song you noticed tears were welling up in his eyes, but he never took them off of you.

“Till there’s nothing till there’s nothing left Me and you in the backseat Drivin me crazy Killin me baby

Till there’s nothing left Till there’s nothing left with the windows up Spendin’ ll my love Prayin God don’t save me Till there’s nothing left,” 

You finished. 

Neither one of you said anything for a few minutes before he got up to walk over to you. He took the guitar out of your hands and put it down on the table. He put his hands on cheeks looking into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he reached down putting his hands on your ass before picking you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist before carrying you into the house. 

**

A few months later, it was time to release your the single off your upcoming album. The single would be the song you had written about Harry and had played for him that night at your house in the backyard. The music video would also be released at the same time and you knew there was probably going to be some backlash, both good and bad, from it. 

When it came to the music video, you wanted Harry to be in it. It just didn’t feel right having someone else in it or making it about something that didn’t have anything to do with the song. But you and the directors were able to come up with an idea where he could still be in it and not really tell, however, you knew the fans would be able to tell. 

But it didn’t matter. 

You were at the Brit Awards to perform your song for the first time and before the single and video would be released. Of course, Harry was there and he had heard the song countless of times since that first night, but it would be the first time he would see it being performed. When you came out, you were standing in the middle of the stage, wearing a beautiful gown. The screen on the background made it appear as if it were raining and showed snippets of the music video. 

The crowd was silent as you sang and Harry watched every second of it. As soon as it was over, everyone erupted with cheers and the camera focused in on Harry, who was whistling and wiping tears from his eyes. 

After the performance, social media had exploded between your fans and Harry's. Everyone was talking about the song and making their speculations especially with the video’s playing in the background.  Neither of worried it about because that night was for the two fo you. 

When you got back to his house after the party, you washed the makeup from your face and he wrapped his arms around your shoulder. 

“You did amazing tonight,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“As did you,” you smiled. 

He smiled bringing his lips down to yours, “I love you,” he whispered. 

“Till there’s nothing left?” You smirked. 

“Till there’s nothing left,” he smiled. 

“I love you, too,” you smiled pressing your lips against his once more before pulling him down onto the bed with you. 

**

I usually link the song above, but for some reason youtube isn’t pulling up on my computer, so I couldn’t get a link. I do suggest you give it a listen because it’s a really good song! 

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this one shot! Let me know your thoughts!

[essaysbyciara]

Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapters 19 + 20]

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] 

Warnings: Language, smut thoughts

The madness continues... 

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Y'lan's favorite spot inside of this lavish AirBnB just blocks away from Center City is the outdoor patio. Full of lush bushes peppered with flowers of multiple hues and a large table long enough to fit more than twelve disciples, it's job as the bar is doing the trick. The table is way more than a wet bar, stacked with every type of whisky, gin and tequila known to man. It's also the grandest medicine cabinet Y'lan could have in hopes to soothe his raging emotions toward Trevante.

Y'lan always knew Trevante to be a loose cannon when it came to women. He heard some of the stories straight from the horse's mouth, the worst of them coming from both Michael and Yahya, his best friends. But what he's been hearing from -- and about -- Trevante during the early hours of this pre-bachelor party has him on edge.

Trevante just spoke of "sexing down some chick" just weeks ago, describing her as "super thick, nerdy bitch, tight pussy, all that." Y'lan would only know of Ciara's shape, need to wear glasses and disposition toward learning new things. He never got the chance to see if he'd get stuck inside of her love. However, hearing Trevante talked about Ciara -- or who he imagines to be, at least -- this type of way disturbs him beyond belief. The same girl that Trevante spoke of "ending his playboy ways" with is being talked about in a room full of immature frat boys as just another "fuck", as Stephan just called her. A label that Trevante didn't correct but rather laughed at.

Maybe Trevante just wants to impress his friends or he is trying to keep up appearances. Either way, Y'lan wasn't having it. A shot of top shelf whisky is to keep his mind on other things.

"Yo, bro ... we got all night, man." Trevante catches Y'lan just as he pours his next shot. He saw him pour his first two drinks, watching him out on the porch as the rest of his friends cracked jokes and delved in laughter around him. Trevante didn't want to talk about Ciara in this way. She wasn't a "fuck"; she was his girlfriend. While he loves her body, makes her keep her glasses on during sex as a fetish thing and puts her at the top of his "best sex ever" list, he didn't mean to make their love life his boys' business. Trevante reverts to number-eight-on-his-SPR07 line when he's around the fellas. He's grown since then, he thought. But once he saw Y'lan leave the room, he knew he messed up.

Quiet as it's kept, Y'lan is who Trevante wants to be. He admires Y'lan's drive to live life for something greater than himself, volunteering and giving his life to the church. Trevante wasn't a religious person but he would pay attention to how Y'lan would talk about how God helped him get his act together from a life of doing dirt, Ciara catching most of those stains. He felt Y'lan's "stand up" energy and wanted a part. Him checking in on Y'lan is in his way of trying to be better -- and hoping that he didn't turn off the person he hopes can turn into his best friend.

He pours himself a shot as well. "Y'lan, you cool?"

"Yeah. Just a lot going on in there, man. That's all."

"If you're not feeling this, we can always dip out. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. This really ain't for us anyway. "

Y'lan is taken aback by Trevante's invitation to leave. In one way, he's glad that his friend is aware of what may or may not be a place that he would want to be. On the flipside, he's hurt that his friend is responsible for making him feel uncomfortable in the first place. "Nah, man. I'm good. It's just for today. The wilderness lasted forty days. I'll be solid." Y'lan knocks down another shot. "Let's head out to the day party spot. I'll be cool. I just need to breathe a bit."

---

"I feel like I can breathe up here..." Ciara marvels at the orange, auburn and marigold-hued leaves that fall around her and Winston as they wind around a somewhat busy trailway on a Saturday morning. They make sure to make room for the bicyclists and runners with their strollers as they walk the twisted pathway through trees and rotting cabins. "This reminds me of back home."

"Where's back home for you?"

"Suburban Maryland, toward the mountains. We were like the only Black family there but it was a beautiful place to grow up. What about you, Winston? You've been in New York all of your life?"

"Ehh, it's a long story."

"I got time..."

CHAPTER TWENTY

Raised by a preacher father and a stay-at-home mother who were both full-on fire-and-brimstone, barring secular music and television inside of their house, Winston and his sister, in church six times a week and twice on Sundays, were forbidden to go on class trips or to sleepovers. Feeling trapped, Winston started hanging out with all of the "'Rican and Dominican" kids from the neighborhood. There he met his best friend, Ronald.

Built like a NFL player by tenth grade, Ronald scared everyone except Winston, big and bad just like he was. As much as Winston's parents didn't like his new crew, they knew Ronald's mother from church so they lessened their grip. The two became inseparable, Winston spending weekends at Ronald's house during the summer. He got to watch BET and play XBox for all hours of the day, this little ounce of freedom in a world full of restrictions.

But then one day, he couldn't go over Ronald's house anymore and Winston's dad wouldn't tell him why. Winston would hang outside with Ronald but then his mother would drag him into the house. "I better not catch you hanging out with that boy..." is all his mother could say. Nothing made sense until it did. Ronald's mother found a note written for Winston. Inside were Ronald's feelings for him, feelings that his mother felt "were for girls..."

"So that's why you're writing about the persecution of sexuality in the early Church, then? Makes sense." Ciara exhales from hearing Winston's story. It was a lot to take in but Winston felt comfortable enough to tell her about it.

"Yeah. I'm passionate about why we do what we do, you know? There's a root to everything. But I didn't mean to make this all sad and stuff, I'm sorry..." Winston laughs to break up his somber tone. Ciara finds it nice to break up her life with some God talk. Outside of school, she doesn't get much of it. She definitely doesn't get it with Trevante.

"No, you're good! I appreciate it. It kinda reinvigorated me to get back to working on my paper, actually. I don't get to have these conversations with other students often because of work and like, all my close people aren't in the church like that, so..."

"I'm always down for meeting over coffee whenever you're free, if you need to keep fleshing things out."

"Man, Winston. I would love that so much..." Ciara pauses to take a look at Winston before he gives a response. His smile says enough.

"We should be getting you back though, I know your girls are probably looking for you..."

"They ain't even thinking about me. They in that house knocking down mimosas like it's a job." Winston and Ciara both laugh as they turn around on the trailway. The closer they get to the house, the louder the sounds of Jodeci are coming from their AirBnB.

I've been watchin' you for so very long tryin' to get my nerve built up to be so strong/ I really want to meet you but I'm kinda scared/ 'cuz you're the kind of lady with so much class...

The crowd at this day party is way too young to know anything about Jodeci. Most of them weren't born when K-Ci, JoJo, Dalvin and DeVante were killin' the streets. But Trevante, Y'lan, Stephan, Michael and the boys make the most of it. And the worst...

"Yo, Stephan is a damn savage," Michael says as he watches his friend's married frat brother flirt with another girl that looks just a shade over 21. Y'lan's been waiting and watching Stephan all night, calling him a "fuck nigga" under his tequila-laced breath. The girl's look of discomfort is clear to everybody else but Stephan.

It's even more clear to Trevante. Stephan wasn't just drunkenly flirting with some random. He grabs the girl's hand and takes her to their VIP section.

"Yo, yo... this is Meganne. She's a Lambda. Ain't think they were still out here looking this fine, shit." Meganne gently smiles to hide her embarrassment. She spotted Trevante and his crew some time ago as she and her girls grooved to another Ma$e song that they were too young to know. After Trevante told her to cool it for the sake of his relationship, she didn't walk by his office like she would always do, hoping to catch his attention.

After talking to her prophytes, she realized that Trevante was in the wrong for how he treated her. She felt strung along, feeling as if Trevante had this "girlfriend" for as long as he was taking her home from work and to lunch everyday. He would be her first "fuck nigga". Too bad he had to be so damn fine.

So as she sits down, she tries not to catch eyes with Trevante. Trevante is staring holes into her and Y'lan notices. He then remembers running into a girl that looked just like Meganne trying to hold back tears as she ran out of his office. Y'lan puts what he thinks is two and two together. He had enough. His fingers -- and the liquor -- went to work.

I ain't trying to win you back, Ciara. So that's not my move. You just need to know how trash this dude is. You deserve better, straight up.

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[cheyj05]

WKM Reflections Part 2

(GUESS WHO FINALLY MADE PART 2) @superyummysandwich

Part 1

Upon leaving the guest room, Eve was faced with the Butler standing outside the door carrying a tray with some weird mixture on it.

 “Ah, good morning,” he said “hope you’ve had a good night’s rest.”. Eve mumbled a thanks, slightly caught off guard from having to socialize this early in the morning.

  “I’ve prepared for you a seltzer with cocaine,” he handed them The Mixture, they only took it out of politeness “best thing for the morning after if you ask me.” he then winked and walked away.

 Eve was going to get rid of it the exact moment they could. They knew for a fact it would be a very bad idea to drink it. Though not because they’d ever drunk anything like it before, nope, not this person, they definitely did not have a roommate in University who told them it would be a great hangover cure or anything like that, nope, they were a responsible adult who made responsible life decisions.

 They didn’t have much time to stew on their Totally Responsible Life Decisions though, as the moment the Butler left Eve noticed Damien was there, seemingly waiting for them. They grinned at the thought of Damien waiting for them and just generally at the thought of Damien.

 Damien turned around once he noticed Eve’s presence and smiled at his old friend. His smile made the District Attorney’s heart flutter against their will. It was annoying that Eve’s normally tight grip on their emotion seems to falter when it comes to him.

   “Ah, there’s our little monster! You really knocked ‘em dead last night. I haven’t seen you go wild like that since our days at university.” he said, referring to the many, many wild parties they both had gone to in Uni. “Good to let the beast out every once in a while, eh, old friend?”. Eve just grinned and nodded, not trusting themself to speak.

  He smiled back, but his facial expression quickly shifted to one of concern, “Then again, I’m-I’m still not exactly sure as to what we’re celebrating here.”. Eve didn’t know either, they had only attended this party because they hadn't seen Mark in almost 2 year now, after he got divorced, and they wanted to make sure he wasn’t dead or anything like that.

  “I mean it’s good to have the gang back together,” he clarified “but...out of the blue like this seems…” he was lost in thought for a moment before remembering Eve was there “Anyway, now is not the time to become conspiratorial. Life is ours to choose, as I always say.” he had brushed the thought away but he still looked tense, like his worries still weighed on him. 

  Eve didn’t know what to say, they weren’t the greatest at comforting people ,or social interaction in general, and now that Damien brought up his concerns Eve was starting to worry too, after all why would Mark invite everyone to a party like this after months of radio silence?

   “I have some work to finish, but I’ll meet you at breakfast. We’ll all catch up soon.” he nodded at them and then quickly walked away.

  Eve distractedly nodded back, now lost in thought themself. As they walked down the winding stairwell, they couldn’t help thinking about the events that lead up to this. Earlier this year, Mark and his wife Celine had gotten divorced. Eve didn’t know the circumstances behind it, they just knew it had been a messy break up. Eve had been pretty sure things weren’t going the greatest, sure. They had just thought the two would work things out. They clearly did not. After the divorce, Mark hadn’t left his home. Eve had figured it was only reasonable that he would be depressed, considering how smitten he had been with her, so they had let him be. But then one month turned to two and they started getting worried. Eve had asked  Damien about what happened but he wouldn’t tell them anything. Something big had clearly happened but Eve didn’t know what. Damien had tried talking to Mark but that clearly wasn’t going well.  Eve had also tried contacting Mark, even trying to go to his house once, but he never responded and once they were outside the gates of The Manor they had felt such horrible dread and terror and decided to just keep trying to call him. They had kept trying to contact him all the way until Mark sent the invitation. Eve had considered this a good sign and decided to attend, even if they didn’t want to go near The House again. But now they were doubting his motives….

   They should probably stop thinking about this, they had reached the end of the stairs and know from personal experience that it’s a bad idea to wander around someone’s house while lost in thought. They’ve broken their nose doing that once..

   Eve had no clue where they were going in this house so they turned right by default. A suit of armor caught their eye. Eve never understood why rich people had suits of armor in their houses, it's not as if they’re planning on wearing them or anything like that, so there was no point! The mental image of Mark in a suit of armor made them snort, Mark would be a terrible knight in shining armor. He’d more likely end up the damsel in distress while Eve and Damien would try to save his ass.

    They were getting lost in thought again, they should probably stop doing that. They decided they should try to find Mark so they can catch up. They turned around and with a strike of lightning something fell at their feet.

  No, not something

  Someone

  Mark

  It was Mark

The same Mark who’d introduced himself to Eve by flirting with them. The same Mark who’d introduced them to Damien. The same Mark who, for the duration of his marriage, would not shut up about the fact that he was married.  The same Mark who could be stupid, arrogent, and petty but still loved his friends deeply.

  That Mark.

 He was on the floor

Why was he on the floor?

 Eve was frozen in place, not truly comprehending what they were seeing. The only thought in their head was “Why?”.

 They only barely lifted their head when the Detective walked in, wearing a bathrobe.

  “Did anybody hear that lightning- OH MY GOD! THERE’S BEEN A MURDER!”. On the word “murder” there was another lightning strike. Neither the Detective’s screaming nor the lightning roused Eve from their stupor.

  They barely acknowledged when the Butler entered  “Excuse me, did you hear light-OH MY GOD MURDER!”. Nor when lightning once again struck on the final word.

  Nor when the Chef entered “Did you-? MUUUURDER!”. More lighting, though it didn’t make a difference to Eve. Eve was barely processing the events around them until the Detective got in their face.

    “What the hell happened here? Who’s in charge around here? Trick question: that guy,” he pointed at Mark’s body while Eve blinked back to reality “And he’s dead now, which makes ME in charge. So you better listen up good, bucko. ‘Case you haven’t been paying attention, there’s been a bit of a...killin’.”. Everyone started looking up expectantly for lighting but none came so the Detective continued “And you’re my prime suspect! So you better get to explaining right quick as to what, where,when and why you happen to be here upon this man’s death!”.

  Eve sputtered, taken aback both by having recently been brought back to reality and the man’s loud and rapid manner of speech. They were trying to defend themself but they were still barely having cohesive thoughts. Luckily, Benjamin came in clutch “ Sir, the body is cold. He’s been dead a while.”.

  “Uh, yes.  I pretty much just got up” they stuttered.

   The Detective chuckled “A likely story! That I happen to believe completely,” Eve let out a slightly confused sigh of relief “All right, you’re off the hook for now, but I’m a detective and-”. 

   “Oh, yeah? Prove you’re a real dick!” The Chef interrupted

  He took his wallet out of his robe’s pocket and shoved it in front of The Chef’s face “Here’s my badge. Asshole.”. He turned his badge towards Eve to show them too but a row of photos unraveled from his wallet. The photos showed The Detective in more or less the same pose next to a different person in every photo, and there were a lot of photos. Eve looked at him questioningly.

   “Ah, Those are my old partners. Don’t ask me about them. Fine! I’ll tell you.”. Eve didn’t ask but okay “Each death more tragic than the last. A few of them even died in ironically hilarious ways,”. Eve shared a look with the Chef, who seemed similarly bemused. “Which made it all the more tragic.”.

  Eve wondered if he was done talking now when he continued. “But hey, you look like you’re up to the task. You’re my new partner.”. Eve vigorously shook their head no. Because they didn’t want to, y’know, die.

   The Detective laughed “That’s what all my old partners used to say. Right before they died.”....Very reassuring.

    “All right. Hand me that fingerprinting kit behind you, partner” he then winked at them. Eve decided they would just file all this away for later, they did have an investigation to get to after all. There was nothing they could do for Mark just standing around, all they could do is figure out who killed him.

     They turned and searched for the kit on the couch behind them. There was nothing. They turned back around to ask him where it was specifically but found the Detective was now fully dressed and holding said fingerprinting kit. That wasn't all, in the time since they had turned around police tape had been set up and the body was covered with a tarp..

       “Thanks, partner.” the Detective said, despite the fact that they hadn’t handed it to him. He then casually tossed it on the floor. Eve decided that instead of filing this away for later they would burn the files and forget this ever happened. They ducked under the police tape as the Detective crouched over the body.

    The Attorney opened their mouth to start asking him about the cause of death, how long Mark’s been dead etcetera, etcetera. (Just because they found the Detective deeply irritating didn’t mean they weren’t willing to work with him, professionalism was more important than any…..personal issues.). But their voice stopped dead in their throat when Damien walked into the room.

   “What the hell happened here?”

   Eve didn’t know how to tell him Mark was dead, they couldn’t form the words. They couldn’t even sign it, as they often did when they couldn’t speak. They were completely speechless.

  “Oh! Mr. Mayor. I’m so sorry. There’s been a murder.” the Butler explained. Thunderclap.

   “A murder?” Damien asked and then jumped at the second thunderclap “Who?”.

    “It’s Mark” the Chef shrugged.

    “I’m afraid he’s telling the truth. Mark’s been...killed.” the Detective said. No thunder there though, strange.

   “Why? Who would do this?”.

    “That’s exactly what me and my new partner here-” the Detective gestured to Eve, who had decided they would just accept this and hope they don’t die by tonight.”-are here to find out.”. 

   “Um,” they all turned to the Butler “Excuse me. I feel like we should call the authorities for them to handle this matter.”

   “Look, buddy, as far as you’re concerned I AM the authorities.” the Detective pulled out his badge again “The fact of the matter is, I believe the killer is right here amongst us in this very house. With that freaky lightning storm outside, none of us would get very far, anyway.”.

   “Also,” Eve added in “the police wouldn’t get here very quickly, the combination of the storm and the police’s general response times means we’d all be sitting ducks for a while. And if the killer really is in here with us, well, they’d have a lot of time to destroy evidence or hurt somebody else.” Eve also didn’t trust the police to investigate their friend’s murder, though they decided not to add that part in. Mark was a famous actor so once the media got a hold of his death, the police would be under a lot of pressure to arrest someone. Pressure leads to false arrests and they didn’t like the idea of someone they knew being falsely accused. The Detective was annoying, yes, but Mark had invited him here along with all of his other friends. That meant he trusted him so Eve trusted him too. 

  The Detective nodded in agreement “So, in the meantime we’re stuck here. But I’m gonna get to the bottom of this. The rest of you, get back to your rooms, hunker down, and pray to God you’re not next to be murdered.” he ordered. Thunder struck again. It actually seemed like a good plan, too bad nobody listened to it.

  “I’ll...I’ll check on our other guests.” the Butler said then walked off. Eve found it odd he had said that seeing as the only guest not present was the Colonel. Hey, where was the Colonel?

 “I’ll get back to cooking. All this death made me hungry” the Chef said, walking to the kitchen.. Well, that was a sentence.

 Damien looked at the Chef leaving then at Eve then at Mark’s body “I…” he looked at a loss as he backed out of the room “I-I need to talk to the Colonel about this.”.

 Eve wanted to say something, anything to comfort their friend, but he had already left the room. They sighed.

   “All right, partner,” Right, Eve had to focus on the investigation. Worry can wait. They crouched next to the Detective. “It’s time to get to work.”.

   “Judging by the temperature of the body that I measured rectally, which is obviously the most accurate way to get the inner body temperature of a corpse. That’s a fact, totally procedure.”. That’s... obviously not true but if Eve freaked out about every odd thing he does and says they’d be there all day.

   “Don’t tell anyone I did it.” Called it. “I am sure Mark was killed around 1:30 last night,”. He suddenly stood up  and pointed accusingly at them “ So what were YOU doing at 1:30 a.m last night?”

   They flashbacked to 1:30 a.m. They were sleeping, they always slept with their eyes open so they could see the time. They told him this.

   “I’m gonna ignore the strange fact that you sleep with your eyes open,”

   “ You have no right to say something’s strange.”

   “But it checks out.”.

   “ It better.” they murmured as they stood up.

  “So, we need to figure out where everyone was and what they were doing around that time or, at the very least, who saw Mark last.” He paused for a moment “You need to get out there. See if you can  piece together the story of what happened last night. I’ll stick around with the body and run more..tests”

   Seemed like a good plan  though they would have done so without the Detective telling them to. They ducked out of the police tape and for a second wondered where to start. Then they heard Damien yelling.

    Well, it seems the investigation has begun.

[parkerparts]

My Work is Loving the World

Harley Keener lives alone in Tony Stark’s cabin by the lake. He fills his days with bot-building, AI-coding, garden-tending, and absolutely no spider-killing. It’s fun, sure, but he’s terribly lonely. That all changes when he comes across a red and blue spider in his garden, and to make matters even better, the little fella can understand him.

Truly, it’s a testament to Harley’s sanity — or lack thereof — that he doesn’t run away screaming. Instead, he smiles softly and holds out his hand. “Well then, Peter. Want to come stay with me in the house for a little while? I’m real lonely up there and could use the company.”

The spider Peter doesn’t bother spelling out a response. He just jumps into Harley’s hands, ready to go with him to the ends of the earth.

“Well then,” Harley says again, if only to fill the silence between himself and the nonverbal creature. “Here we go.”

(parkner, 2.6k, no warnings except for fluff and a lil sad boi harley, inspired by this prompt by @offbrand-celestial, title from mary oliver’s ‘the messenger,’ beta’d by the lovely @midorimireio-blog)

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When he was nine years old, Harley read that killing spiders in a beer brewery was practically illegal. His garage might not be a brewery — though admittedly, he had made moonshine in there once or twice on a whim with a friend or as a dare — but he still outlawed the killing of spiders.

“Why?” his Ma had asked, stepping into the place to bring him a dinner plate. She frowned at the expanse of cobwebs Harley empathetically embraced.

“They’re cool creatures,” he said with a shrug, mouth full with a bite cornbread. “Ain’t done nothing wrong to me, so I don’t see no point in killin’ them things.”

Twelve years later, not a thing has changed. He lives in Georgia now, in the lakeside cabin Tony and Pepper keep as their getaway house. They visit more often as Morgan gets older, needing a break from whatever mess they handle up in the city to spend time as a family — Harley and the other Keeners included. Harley’s Ma lives in New York, has some swanky job in one of Pepper’s departments, but Abbie’s in Georgia with Harley, attending Emory University. Harley, at Tony’s insistence, had finished high school before moving out, though he refused to go to college. He liked living here, alone most of the time except for when Abbie visited from her dorm on holidays and the Starks and his Ma came down every couple of months. He could do as he pleased, tinkering and inventing and regularly blowing things up. He was terribly happy in that cabin by the lake.

He was also terribly lonely.

Sure, he had his cars and his bots and his trusty AI C.I.R.C.E, but they weren’t the same as human connection, something he infallibly yearned for. Some days, when the self-imposed isolation was too much to bear, he’d drive half an hour into the city of Atlanta, stay a night in a hotel, find a bar, and dance the night away with a faceless guy or two before sleeping alone, buzzed but not drunk and temporarily satisfied.

Most days though, he’d just swallow down the loneliness, bury himself in work or bury himself in blankets. It was all the same to him anyway — a hazy blur of sunrises and sunsets and meals he may or may not have eaten, chores he may or may not have finished. The pile of dirty clothes is a testament to that last one, and he spends three days in an engineering binge to create Landry, the bot who lovingly does his laundry for him when he can hardly be bothered to get out of bed.

Some memories in this hazy blur stick out more sharply than others, and they all revolve around the garden.

It had been started by Pepper as a vegetable garden. When its care fell into Harley’s hands, he had lovingly invested in it, throwing as much hard work and passion into it as he did his engineering. Over the years it has grown into a veritable maze — though not an actual hedge maze, which would have been unimaginably pretentious in Harley’s eyes, and much too orderly. He grew nearly every fruit, vegetable, and flower the Georgia climate would allow and spent hours engineering bots to take care of it.

And, just as in the old garage back in Rose Hill, he had a strict no spider-killing rule.

Harley wakes up, sprawled sideways in a chair on the porch. The sun is high in the sky, and a glance at his phone indicates that it’s well past noon. Even then, Harley shivers, the spring air not yet warm enough for his liking. Half a day wasted, though really, Harley muses as he goes inside, he was up all night combing through his AI’s code, so it’s not like he actually wasted time. Just daylight.

“Mornin’ C.I.R.C.E,” he greets his AI, yawning. “How we feeling?”

“Like brand new, after last night’s check-up.”

“Good, good,” he murmurs, rifling through his dresser. At long last he finds a pair of clean jeans, holding them up with a triumphant grin. “C.I.R.C.E., wake Kof-E up for me, will ya? And send Landry in here. She’s been slacking off her duties.”

“You got it, partner.” Tony had been downright scandalized when he heard Harley’s AI’s country twang. Abbie had laughed about the look on his face for days. Harley smiles at the memory as he goes back out into the kitchen, freshly dressed but with his hair as unkempt as ever. His beloved robot Kof-E whirs from his place on the kitchen counter, wheeling closer as Harley approaches to present a cup of coffee. Harley takes it and pats the robot’s head. He heads outside again, slipping on his boots and a flannel as he makes his way to the garden.

He grabs an apple from the trees that line the border of the garden as he walks through, pausing to greet his robots — Go-G and Gerald — by name as they trundle along. Soon he reaches a small clearing by the lake under the shade of an oak tree that’s sure to be over a hundred years old. Here, Harley takes a seat, finishing his apple and tucking and core into a bag in his pocket that he’ll put in composting later.

A flash of light catches his eye, and he stands, moving closer to the source. There, in between the branches of the tree, is a spider web that — if Harley’s not hallucinating — spells out HI.

“Howdy,” Harley says out loud in response, feeling only a little stupid. “Where are you?”

As if it can understand him, a spider skittles out of the shadows of the branches. Harley bends closer to take a look, surprised by the vibrancy of the peculiar red and blue creature.

“Can you understand me?” Harley asks.

He only has to wait a moment before the spider has spun a new pattern, spelling YES.

“You got a name, fella?”

The response takes a little longer this time as the spider spells out PETER.

Truly, it’s a testament to Harley’s sanity — or lack thereof — that he doesn’t run away screaming. Instead, he smiles softly and holds out his hand. “Well then, Peter. Want to come stay with me in the house for a little while? I’m real lonely up there and could use the company.”

The spider Peter doesn’t bother spelling out a response. He just jumps into Harley’s hands, ready to go with him to the ends of the earth.

“Well then,” Harley says again, if only to fill the silence between himself and the nonverbal creature. “Here we go.”

Over the next few days, Harley and Peter figure out how to live together comfortably. All of Harley’s robots are programmed to recognize and avoid spiders and spider webs, so Peter’s safety isn’t much of a concern. Communication, however, is.

They start out with an old-fashioned chalkboard with basic responses, needs, and the alphabet written out for Peter to indicate by crawling on. With that taken care of, Harley sets off on his next engineering binge, with the goal in mind to create a robot that will allow Peter to move and speak.

He begins by programming a new AI called PETER — Personal Equipment for Telecommunications and Electronic Replies because Harley loves is acronyms as much as Tony does — and gives him the voice of a teenage boy or young adult.

If Abbie or his Ma were here to witness this bout of insanity, they’d call him out for his poorly concealed loneliness. Nonetheless, he is alone and shamelessly gives in to his fantasy of finding a best friend, even if that best friend is a spider.

And really, Peter’s not too shabby of a best friend to have. He likes bacon and waffles — really, the fact that this spider liked human foods should have been a glaring clue to Harley that something truly weird was going on — and makes Harley regain a somewhat normal sleeping schedule by wrapping webs gently around his wrists to make him stop working late at night and somehow — Harley has never figured this one out — getting C.I.R.C.E. to play rock music loudly every morning to rouse him awake. He also gets C.I.R.C.E. to wake Kof-E up every morning though, so Harley can’t complain too much. Peter accompanies Harley in the lab, webbing tools over with surprising strength and giving as much input as he can with his limited communication abilities. He accompanies Harley into the garden every evening and listens as Harley speaks, asking questions every now and then with his little chalkboard. Harley can’t wait to build his robot, ready to hear Peter tell him a story of his own.

At long last, after two weeks of work, Harley finishes the robot, affectionately nicknamed “Capslock P.E.T.E.R.,” with Peter’s approval. He guides the spider into the clear container that serves as Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s head before stepping back with bated breath to watch his genius play out.

“Hiya, Harley,” Peter/P.E.T.E.R. says, and Harley is nearly moved to tears. “I’m Peter.”

“I know,” Harley replies with a breathless laugh. “It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Peter replies, voice full of emotion that Harley had no idea an AI was capable of producing.

That evening, they go out to the garden, back to the clearing where they first technically met. Peter greets the garden robots as he trundles by, voice adorably becoming more enthusiastic as the robots chirp back. Harley just smiles fondly at the spider inside the robot, quietly regretting his failure to give Capslock P.E.T.E.R. a face, if only to see him smile back.

“I think it’s your turn to tell me a story,” Harley says, settling by the lake. P.E.T.E.R. rolls to a stop beside him.

“Okay,” he says. “Well, here it goes.”

Peter had once been Peter Benjamin Parker, a bright, young science nerd living in New York City with his aunt. He worked as an intern for Tony Stark, who found the boy after heavy surveillance of a masked vigilante who liked to web muggers up in a sticky, fluid substance of his own invention. “Spider-Man,” the media called him, though Tony preferred “Spider-Boy.”

Then, in a tragic twist of irony, Peter was actually bitten by a spider and somehow become a spider himself.

“Mr. Stark was beside himself. The whole thing was so bizarre, and he couldn’t figure it out. Dr. Banner thought it was radiation, but he attributes most unexplainable phenomena to radiation,” Peter explains.

Eventually, a wizard doctor guy Tony reluctantly called in a favor with figured it out. Harley wants to interrupt and ask what exactly he had figured it out, but Peter glosses over it and presses on. Apparently, Tony had been telling Harley’s Ma the story and she, remembering Harley’s affinity for spiders, had suggested that Tony send Peter down to Harley’s place. They wanted it to be a secret or for him to figure it out on his own or something, so they discreetly packaged Peter in the latest care package/equipment shipment they had sent down from New York.

“That was nearly a week before I found you!” Harley cries out, remembering.

Peter reminds him that “You had an engineering binge,” and Harley blushes, unapologetic.

Together, they sit in silence for a moment as Harley digests the story, which really was something straight out of a comic book. Then a thought occurs to him and he says, “Hey, what did that wizard doctor figure out?”

“Oh,” Peter says with poorly feigned surprise, as if he hadn’t wanted Harley to remember that little detail he left out. “Yeah, he figured out a cure.”

“There’s a cure?” Harley turns to face Capslock P.E.T.E.R. with excitement. “Peter, why didn’t you so? We have to fix this! Tell me, what can I do?”

Peter is quiet for a moment, and Harley begins to wonder if he’s said something wrong. “See, this curse or whatever is magic. And the only cure is a kiss. A true love’s kiss.”

Harley’s mind goes blank. True love?

Harley doesn’t believe in true love. He doesn’t buy into the whole soulmate idea. He moved out to a cabin in the middle of the woods with a heavily encrypted, unlisted address, condemning himself to a solitary lifestyle. He’s lonely, sure, but he likes it. He likes his space, his bots, his AI …

And Peter. He really, really likes Peter.

In the past couple of weeks, Peter has become an integral part of Harley’s life as his trusted companion and caretaker. He’s listened to all of Harley’s stories, and Harley wants nothing more than to hear all of Peter’s, get to know the boy beneath the arachnid body. As he thinks about it more, Harley can’t imagine a life without Peter in it, and maybe Peter’s not his true love — not yet, at least — but it’s worth a shot.

“Well then,” Harley says tentatively. “What are we waiting for?”

With shaking hands, he frees Peter from Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s containment, smiling as the red and blue spider jumps eagerly into his hands. Harley raises his palm to his face, closes his eyes, and before he can think any more about it, he kisses the creature.

Immediately, Harley can feel the ripple of magic course through Peter’s body. The creature in his hands morphs until he’s cupping not a spider but the soft cheek of a boy whose lips are pressed gently against Harley’s. He opens his eyes at long last and pulls away, unable to contain a gasp at the sight of the boy-turned-spider-turned-boy-again, whom he’s come to love.

Peter wears what looks like a spandex suit, though it’s probably some fancy Stark tech, red and blue with black webbing all over it and a black spider emblem emblazoned on his chest. Harley assumes that the mask Peter mentioned is missing, but he’s glad for the fact as he drinks in Peter’s rosy cheeks and amber eyes and tousled brown curls that make Harley’s heart ache with yearning.

“Hi,” Peter says nervously in his own voice, not Capslock P.E.T.E.R.’s.

“Thank God you came back wearing clothes, because that would’ve made for a real awkward situation.” Harley wants to take back his words — which he hadn’t actually meant to say aloud, for goodness’s sake — as soon as he sees Peter’s eyes widen, but when the boy lets out a bark of surprised laughter, Harley relaxes, joining in. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s okay. The first time I met Mrs. Potts, I ran into her — literally — and tried to say either ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘Nice to meet you’ but ended up blurting out ‘I’m sorry to meet you,’ instead. I just ran away. It was so embarrassing!”

Harley can’t help but to laugh again, leaning his head on Peter’s shoulder. Peter leans his head on top of his. They sit there together, in the clearing by the lake, where it all began, feeling completely at peace with the world and each other and their state of being.

“Thank you,” Harley says suddenly, grabbing hold of Peter’s hand.

“What for?”

“The efflorescence of love,” Harley replies, “and the gossamer that holds us together.”

Peter says nothing at that, just squeezes Harley’s hand tighter. Together, they watch the sunset, witness the way the world changes colors.

The world might be forever changing, but at the heart of it all sat two boys by a lake with the knowledge that through it all, they’d have each other.

And it would be enough.

“I died, and was born in the spring; / I found you, and loved you, again.”

— Mary Oliver, “Hummingbirds”

[dsmroleplay]

#SweetTorture #DSM Part Two #BDB #RP

Written by: @TohrmentNLoss & @TridentsPen

Bitty: *I felt like my body had been hallowed out. Nothing but darkness swirled in my body. There was nothing left inside of me. My heart was ripped from my body. I was drowning in the blood that poured out of me. I couldn’t breathe, I screamed and no one would hear me. Only the dead would hear me. And some fucking help the dead are. They would just hover and watch as a person broke apart.

Her tiny fingers stroked the cold stone. I never thought in my long life I would have lost my family, all in one night. That my dad, would look so cold to me. I could still feel the coldness. The way that he locked down and walked away. That broke me in ways that I don’t know if I ever come back from.

Worse of all, the one female in my life. That I had let into my heart, she promised that she would never leave me. That she would stay behind when my dad went into the fade. I would never would be alone. I would never suffer the loss of another. She’s gone and I never got to say goodbye. To hug her one last time, to tell her that I loved her. Would that have changed her mind? Would I have been able  to say something, anything to stop her? I would never know the the answers to those questions. She made up her mind to leave. To walk away from dad..me.

A deep sob broke from my lips. I curled harder into mud. I didn’t understand. I couldn’t wrap my head around the loss of my whole world.

The smell of baby powder softly tickled my nose. I paid it no mind. I had nothing left in the world.

A prick to my skin barely registered. I could feel the drug or whatever it was course through my body. I let it take me. With each part of my body that  relaxed. The faces of my family flashed before my eyes. Phantoms of my mind, each ripped from my fingers. Mom’s smiling face flashed before my eyes, I tried to reach out, but my body was heavy. I couldn’t reach her as she was ripped from me. The last to flash before me, my dad. His bright teal eyes, a smile on his face, I fought to try and reach him. But it was no use. He was ripped from me, and darkness took me.

I felt nothing, darkness pulled me deeper and deeper. I had nothing felt, I was alone. A single tear fell from my cheek as I  fell into a dark dreamless sleep.* ::::::::::::::::::: Forelesser: Lesser: -Put in a steel-reinforced room with a toilet and sleeping bag on the floor. Completed with a drain in the center of the room and a chain and hook coming down from the ceiling. Most that entered this room was removed in pieces or death. The forelesser sent men to guard the doors and plenty of security outside, JJ stood with glee in his eyes if it was really possible to feel much of anything but hey they couldn't wipe out muscle memory. Pulls a zippo from his pocket flicking it open and giving the wheel a crank lights up a smoke thinking about what he was going to do to the little bitty thing they've captured so easily if the Brothers where this lax in security then he and his pals could end their asses for good. Turning up the music till the music resonated against the walls, head nodding in time with the jams.

Smoke hanging from his lip as he took his shirt off and laid it on the table picking up a kit, he wanted to keep the vampire pliable. Lifting the steel lock and opening the door, she was still out that was good this would be easier. Kneeling by her body he picked up her arm and tied it off with an elastic band. Opening the foil not knowing how much for sure but putting enough of the heroine into the spoon it seriously kill a human. Balancing the spoon he took his lighter out hitting up the metal watching the solid melt and turn into a discolored yellow color. Taking the hypodermic needle out taking the cap off, putting the needle into the fluid draws it up into the tube. Once down he taps the woman's arm looking for a vein. Finding the brachial he inserts the needle a little testing to see if he gets a backflow of blood. Score! Got it on the first go. Pushing the heroin into her vein, once down he puts it back into the kit. Pulling up enough to get her wrists shackled overhead and secure it. Now how long would it take for the vampire to wake up and would that heroin keep her laid back enough to enjoy the torture he had planned. The Omega was aware of the capture and had rewarded JJ with some fun time with her till the final plan was put in place.

She hung there limp and he stroked her shiny black hair, if he were still human he'd had wanted to tap this for sure but all that life was gone. Now he served a higher purpose, these vampires were infesting the world and he like many others had been chosen as the great protectors of the humans. They'd been promised so much for their faithful service and no one would go against the Omega because his level of play would be what JJ would consider hell in the flesh. Vampire and Lesser pitied against each other for all time, "Fuck that", JJ wanted out of this shit so he could go do his own thing although he didn't realize there was no life waiting for him but this. Aggressive and ambitious he'd risen fast through the ranks because he believed if he pleased the Omega he'd reward him.

Walking out of the solid cell he hooked up a roll of firefighter hose to city water tanker just out back in the alley and had one of the guys turn it on. She had dirt all over her and he was sure she'd appreciate being clean? I mean women need to look their best for their owners, picking up a knife he cut her clothes off. Such a tiny thing she was, she'd made a killin' at pulling trix's for him. Backing up he picked up the nozzle and opened it full blast, the water pressurized would hurt like a bitch and erode skin slowly away and cause micro-fractures in the new flesh above the dead skin cells.- WAKE UP BITCH! BATH TIME! ::::::::::::::: Bitty: *The sweet silence of the darkness. There was no pain, no broken heart, no feeling of loss. A loss of my family, a family that was meant to be. But now it wasn’t. That broke something inside of me. That I never thought would break. Even knocked out, the anger I had, boiled beneath the surface. It was easier to hate, then it was to deal with the pain. I hold onto the hate and anger, that course through my body, like a poison. It would eat alive the last of who I am, and what I was meant to be.

As I floated in the darkness, pain started to register, cold washed over my body. As my skin burned. It burned like that of acid against my skin.

I fought to open my eyes and i didn’t know why. Gritting my teeth, as my eyes opened. Blasted with cold water. The assault on my body made me want to scream. But I had has pain worse then this. I would bare it, and not show any feelings. That was easy, they were locked away anyways.

As the water covered my body, shaking, head hang. I barely could lift my own head. Eyes cold and hallow see the blurry image of a man. A hint of baby powder tickled my nose. My voice flat, I forced the words through my teeth.* is that all you got, you dick less fuck. *my words a little slurred.* Can’t expect anything to bright from the likes of you. *a growled rolled through my chest.* Might want to try harder. *i smirked through the assault. I didn’t care if pissed off the lesser. What did I have left to lose? Nothing.* :::::::::::::: Forelesser: -JJ looked at the bitch with a sneer.- What a mouth you have on you little vampire... your Daddy must be so proud. -He laid the hose down and went over and backhanded her. Then punched her in the guy.- No wonder the Omega wants you dead. You are a filthy abomination. You'd be dead already but you're bait. We'll see how much of a smart mouth you have once we play more. Do you think you're in pain? Poor little Bitty? You haven't seen pain yet. But all in good time. ::::::::: Bitty: *Face unreadable, I hung in the middle of the room. Tingling pain raced all over my flesh. I almost smirked, but I didn’t have it in me at the moment. At the mention of my dad, my heart stuttered in pain. I wouldn’t let it show. I couldn’t show anything.

The backhand across my face made head whip to the side. Pain bloomed as I saw stars. Air whooshed out of my lungs, gripping the chains my head hung down. I couldn’t curl into a ball. My body was to heavy. Trying to get breath in my lungs, wheezing a chuckle.* Am I, or is it you? *blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. Lifting my head as best I could, meeting his eyes.* You..can’t even get it up to fuck. It’s just a limp muscle between your legs. *I didn’t care I was pushing. Fuck, I didn’t care what happened to me.* Wait.. *taking a shuttering breath.* I bet..  ...you love it in ass I bet. Does your daddy, fuck you lesser? *chuckling once more, face unreadable.* Don’t hold back now. Wouldn’t want your daddy to take his dick from you. *I wasn’t scared of what was to come. If I lived or died, who the fuck cared?* ::::::::::: Forelesser: You sound like a cheap whore, maybe once this is all said and done they'll let me turn you out as trick. Would be fitting, I mean you do seem to have a very dirty mouth on you. -He went outside the room and brought back his took kit and opened it. Picking up a blowtorch he lit it, eyes glazed over as he walked closer. He adjusted the flame making it hotter, changing from blue to nearly clear putting the torch to the bottom of foot.- This might hurt... -Laughs- :::::::::: Bitty: *Head swimming, the room was tilting on its axles. Shaking my head trying to clear. What the fuck was wrong with me. But one thing, I felt good. I felt nothing of my emotions. I could get use to this. Chuckling, hair draping around my face like a curtain.* Nah, wouldn’t want me to bite a dick off. Bad for business. Tell you what, let’s trying my skills out of you. You don’t need your dick anyways. *Eyes closing, rode the high I was on. I could hear everything around me. Fuck it was loud. I didn’t care what the asshole was doing.

Time passed,  hell if I knew how long. The sound of torch and then the blistering heat. Gritting my teeth, grinding hard. I wasn’t about to scream. Pain raced through my body from the souls of my feet. My skin boiled, it felt like my skin was dripping off. The hot fire exposed my muscles, frying the nerves on the bottoms of feet. Fuck it hurt! Breathing Bitty breath. I chanted to myself.* :::::::::::::: Lesser: He watched, she was stronger than most men he'd tortured. But he'd find a way to break her, after all that was the point. Pulling the flame away he put it to the bottom of her other foot. The smell of burnt skin hang heavy in the air as he alternated it against her foot and legs.- ::::::::: Bitty: *The brief moment of reprieve made my whole body sag. Shutting my eyes as tight as I could. It was over for now. But that was all wishful thinking on my part. Flames licked and kissed against the flesh of my other foot. The flesh of my legs blistered and popped. My blood weeped  and bubbled from the burns of my legs, cooking against my burnt flesh. Hissing, a growl rolls through my chest, head falling back. My body trembled and shook. Pain seared through my body. I didn’t scream oh no, I started laughing. Pulling my head up, it hung to the side.* I.. that..tickles. *something had broke inside of me. The pain was going to drive me over edge. I might already be falling into the abyss and not know it.* ::::::::: Forelesser: -He shut the torch off and sat it aside. Lighting up a joint he sat on the edge of the table looking at her.- Does anyone even give a fuck you're gone? I mean your Daddy is a "Brother" suppose to be some badass but I'm not seeing him anywhere princess. They've brainwashed you know that right? You're not blood to him or any of them, they think they're this bunch of heroes but in truth, they were never supposed to exist. Do they train you? Teach you have to keep from getting yourself into these predicaments? You wanna borrow my cell phone and call for help? -Pulls out his cell, holding it up.- You be good little princess and I'll let you call your Daddy and we'll see if he comes to save you yeah? It's a win-win, so you game? :::::::::: Bitty: *His words were like a dagger driven into my heart and soul. Each word pushed the dagger deeper. I was bleeding out, there was no way to stop it. I was drowning it. Yeah I wasn’t blood, no I lost my family long ago. I watched my mahmen die as I spoke. My father? Left for the   Sun. A flash of dad’s cold, closed off eyes came to mind. The way he walked away from me. Z..holding my dad’s beast. The way dad asked about Z, but he didn’t even know I was there. My mom left me. They broke their promise to me.

My face a stone mask. I let nothing show. How hurt and broken I truly am. Eyes locked on the fucker before me. All the words he spoke were true. Even Tohr left me, our...I couldn’t even think about them. They were better off without me anyways.

Was it all really a lie?

I didn’t answer it. Because I didn’t know the answer. I thought I knew, but I don’t know anymore.

Eyeing his cell phone. A smirk crawled across my lips.* As you said..he won’t come. I bet if you sent him pictures or video. *laughing without humor.* He still won’t come. But let’s play your game. Don’t hold back  on me. Because I do love games. ::::::::::::::::: Forelesser: Alright, we'll do it your way. Which is your dominant hand vampire? Or do you do mundane things like writing? -Walking over to her he reached up and took hold of her pinkie on her right hand.- Should we try right first? -And without even blinking he broke her finger.- :::::::::::::: Bitty: *I wasn’t about to make this easy on him. No. I smirked watching him.* Why ask? There’s no fun in that if I just give it all up. *pain ripped through my hand and up my arm. I could feel the bone as it broke, as well as heat it. It was at an odd angle now. I groaned, panting. A sheen of cold sweat covered my face. Body shaking from the pain.* Oh I read and write. I’m a smart one. ::::::::::::: Forelesser: Smartass maybe. Intelligent? Not so much, you are hanging here being tortured by the enemy. Just saying. -Snaps her ring and middle finger nonchalantly. Walking over to the table he picked up a knife.- You like blood right? Me too. -Psychotic smile.-

[j-j-ehlby-writes]

Loved You First (s.s.)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Sebastian hasn’t healed from his break-up, but apparently she has. When his girl starts to date someone new, he can’t accept it. He loved her first. Based of “Loved You First” by One Direction. Sequel to “Love You Goodbye”

Warnings: Angst, fluff, tears, happy ending

A/N: For some reason I keep getting inspired by 1D songs so here’s another one. I do NOT own the song or the picture. Again, lyrics should be in bold but mobile probably won’t adhere to what I want.

My Masterlist

I knew moving on from her would be the most difficult thing in the world to do. She was supposed to be my forever. We talked endlessly about our future: where we wanted to get married, how many kids we wanted, where we would settle down when the time came… I imagined it all with her.

But life had a different plan for us.

Four months after she left, my phone started blowing up with the news I had dreaded the most: she started dating someone else. She started posting pictures on her Instagram of them on fancy nights out, warm nights in, him surprising her with lunch while she’s working, spontaneous dates, and her saying she’s “the luckiest girl.”

Girl, that should be me drivin’ to your house Knockin’ on your door, kissin’ you on the mouth Holdin’ on your hand, dancin’ in the dark…

I wanted be happy for her. She was finally able to get everything she deserved in a relationship: someone who was around all the time who she could spend more than a few days with at a time; someone to take her on spontaneous dates and not have to worry about it being all over the internet within the hour; someone who could surprise her by bringing her lunch in the middle of the day; someone who knew how to communicate with her…

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t be happy. I couldn’t be happy knowing someone else was making her smile until her cheeks hurt, someone else was holding her late at night and kissing her until she was breathless… that should be me.

‘Cause I was the only one who loved you from the start…

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to punch holes through the nearest wall. I wanted to cry hot tears of rage… How could she have moved on so quickly? While my heart was still shattered, missing her every moment of every day, she was out with someone else. She filled that void that I couldn’t keep filled.

I want to, but then I remember that this was my fault. She was with him because of me and because of my lifestyle. She was with him because I let her walk out of my life without truly fighting for her…

When she said she couldn’t be with me anymore, I shut down. I never expected to lose her. I thought we could get through anything as long as we were together. I knew we had hit a bump in the road since we were fighting constantly and my filming schedule was busier than it usually was, but I thought we could get passed it. I have a break after filming wrapped for this movie and was planning on taking her to Romania. I was going to surprise her when I finished this movie, but she made up her mind. And once she makes up her mind, there was no changing it.

The last time I saw her, I almost told her of my plans. I almost begged her to wait a few more months and then I would make everything up to her. But I knew my girl. I knew she already felt awful for hurting me, I didn’t want her to feel worse. So she let me love her for one last night and then she was gone. Waking up alone, I felt numb at first, but then I found her cardigan. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much or felt that much pain in my entire life. I knew I didn’t want us to be apart. I knew it then and I know it now.

But now when I see you with him, It tears my world apart…

As the months went by, I couldn’t help but watch her posts about him. Every picture she looked happier than the last. Thankfully she never posted any pictures of her kissing him. That may have made me vomit. With every picture, with every month that went by that they celebrated together… seeing her with him just fueled my fire to get her back. She’s meant to be with me. And I’m going to tell her that.

Right after we wrapped filming, I flew to where she lived. I know I had no right to barge back into her life again. She’s happy. She’s moved on. She’s given her heart to someone else who probably deserves it more than me. But I had to try. I had to fight, even if I may be too late.

Because I’ve been waitin’ all this time to finally say it But now I see your heart’s been taken and nothing could be worse…

As soon as I land, I drive to her place. I have no idea if she will even be home or if she was going to be with him. She could slam the door in my face and not hear me out. I haven’t tried contacting her since she left out of respect for her, even though I wanted to more than anything. And then I decide to just show up out of the blue, begging for her to take me back when I know she has someone. I wouldn’t blame her at all if she told me to leave. I’m hoping she won’t though. I’m hoping she still loves me enough to listen to what I have to say.

Had my chances, could’ve been where he is standin’ That’s what hurts the most, girl, I came to close But now you’ll never know….

I know I had my chance already and I blew it, but I love her with everything I have in me and I believe we could be great together again if she were to give me another chance.

Girl, it should be me callin’ on your phone Sayin’ you’re the one and that I’ll never let you go…

When I pulled onto her street, she was just getting out of her car. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered, still taking my breath away. She was talking on her phone, smiling from ear to ear. I imagine she’s probably talking to him, telling him about her day like she used to do with me. In the beginning, she would very animatedly tell me everything that went on throughout her day. It was easily my favorite part of the day because it would almost seem like I was there with her through all of it. I wished more than anything that I could. I always held onto the day that we could be together again and I could see her stunningly beautiful smile for myself.

I waited for her to enter her house before getting out of the car. My heart raced as I made my way up to her front door. I rehearsed what I was going to say all the way here, but as soon as she opened the door, my mind went blank.

Her jaw dropped when she saw me. She told her mom that she would have to call her back before she turned her attention back to me. “Sebastian, what are you doing here?”

“Can I talk to you?” I shoved my hands in my pockets to keep myself from pulling her to me. Eight months is the longest we’d been apart since we met and my body was aching to be close to hers again. Having her so close, yet so far, my hands were itching to touch her skin again.

I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was debating on whether or not she should. “Please?” I begged. “I promise I won’t be long.”

With that, she opened the door wider and she stepped aside. I took that as my invitation to come in. Her house still smelled the same, like her. Stepping through the familiar threshold, the feeling of home washed over me as it always did when I would visit her. She ushered us into her living room where we sat in silence.

“I miss you,” I blurted, turning to her.

“Sebastian, please-” She stood up, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her before standing as well. I enveloped her smaller hand in both of mine, pulling her back to me. Her smaller hand was warm in mine, spreading it throughout my entire body. Her touch always did that for me.

“No, please, just hear me out.” I begged before she could say anything else. She looked at me with almost as much pain as she did that night. She’s still hurting, possibly as much as I am.

I remember the first time I looked into her eyes. I knew in an instant that I was done for. I knew that I could fall in love with her. She was different than any girl I’d ever known. In that moment, I knew she was going to change my life forever. Anyone I had been with prior to that day became a distant memory and there would be no one else who could even come close to her. It’s still true to this day.

I never understood what love was really like But I felt it for the first time lookin’ in your eyes…

I continued when she didn’t stop me, “I miss you so much- I miss you so much it hurts.” I tried to convey what I’d been waiting for so long to say, but words were failing. I was so nervous, my heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was standing in front of me again, holding her hand.

But now when I see you with him My whole world falls apart…

“And I know that you’re with him, that you’ve given your heart to him, and that kills me. It kills me to see you with someone who isn’t me. I hate knowing that I made the worst mistake of my life when I let you go. You’re,” I could feel my emotions coming to the surface. The emotions I’d kept buried for months were threatening to explode now that I was here, looking into her eyes, confessing everything to her. I took a deep breath before continuing, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” I choked out as the tears filled my eyes, even when I was trying to be strong. But I can never hide how I feel when I’m around her.

The first touch, the first kiss First girl to make me feel like this…

“From the first touch of your hand saying hello to our first kiss later that night, you were the first girl to make me feel love from the moment I met you. I knew I could love you for the rest of my life if you let me. I’m so sorry for screwing it all up. If you could just give me one more chance, I know we could make this work.” I felt like I was rambling on but the words just kept coming. All of the things I’ve wanted to say to her since she left just come spilling out.

Heartbreak, it’s killin’ me...

She remained silent while listening to me, tears in her own eyes starting to form. I finally got up the nerve to pull her into my arms, all caution thrown out the window. “Please, baby,” I whisper against her forehead as I kiss it, “please baby, I need you.” I rest my forehead on hers, trying to calm myself down, “I Loved You First, why can’t you see?”

I finally pulled back after what felt like hours. Her hands held tightly onto the back of my shirt like she never wanted to let go. Her eyes were shut but her lip was quivering. She was trying hard to stay strong, but I could see her slipping. I cradled her face in my hands, “Baby, look at me.”

She shook her head, taking in a shaky breath, “I can’t.”

“Please,” I beg again, but she pulled back from me completely.

A sob escaped her lips before she finally opened her eyes. Tears fell from both as she glared at me. “No, I can’t do this.” She ran her hands through her hair in frustration. “Why are you saying all of this to me? Now of all times?”

“Because baby, I Loved You First. And because I’m afraid that if I waited any longer, I would have lost you forever.”

“God damn it, Sebastian.” She whimpered, wiping her eyes.

We stand in her living room in silence. Neither of us knowing what to say now that everything is out there.

I sigh, “I know I’m asking a lot and I don’t expect you to have an answer for me right now.” I know her mind. I know she will be going back and forth with this decision for days, if not weeks. She’s never been the type of person to just jump in with both feet. She needs time to think about it and I will give her that. I reach into my pocket and placed the plane ticket I have for her on her couch. “I’ll give you as much time as you need. If I don’t hear from you by this day and time, I’ll never bother you again.” My heart hurt saying those words, but if she doesn’t choose me, I will let her go. She deserves to be happy even if it’s not with me.

With that, I walk out, leaving my heart in her hands.

For the following weeks of reshoots and press for the new movie, I don’t hear from her. I stay off all social media because I don’t want to know her decision until the day the plane leaves for Romania. I know it’ll either be the second greatest day of my life or the second worst.

I’m anxiously bopping my knee and tapping my fingers on the door as I ride to the airport. In the other hand, I fidget with a little box I bought a year ago, opening and closing it as the minutes ticked by. After nearly tripping up the steps to the jet, I’m floored by what I see waiting for me.

She’s here.

I’m frozen in the doorway as she notices I’ve arrived. She’s dressed in her signature leggings and long-sleeved white t-shirt for traveling. Her hair is in a messy bun, she’s wearing her glasses, and she has zero make-up on. She’s never looked more perfect to me.

“Took you long enough,” She smirks.

Without missing a beat, I reach into my backpack, effectively storing the little box away and pulling out something even more meaningful to both of us. I hold out the cardigan she left, a smile forming on her perfect lips as she approaches me. I slide it up her arms and onto her shoulders where it was always meant to be. She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her body to mine where it was also always meant to be.

I pull away slightly but only to capture her lips with mine. Happiness flows through my body as my love embraces me with as much love as we can fathom.

I loved her goodbye once and I will never let her go again because I loved her first and I will be the last.

~*~

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