#one chance please sir im down so bad

[anwir-worseman]

Cough cough slut cough cough

Lord please have mercy about the things im gonna say...

Also.. What if 👁

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEHEEHHEEEEHEHEEEOH MY GODDDDDD EEEEEEEEEEE!1!!1!2!!!1!!1!!1!!!1!!1!1!!!1!!1! HE SI SO HAHHEHEH I LOVE THE WAY YOU MADE HIK SO MUCH IN GONNA SCREAM ISEHAHWHEHEH2846.!2!!1!:!3!2!; dnd ene !1!1!!!1!💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🤤❤️❤️❤️🤤❤️❤️❤️❤️😈❤️🤬🤤❤️❤️

Haiii… can i get the. Nightmare Clown from That’s Not My Neighbor? Methinks he’d look super cute in your style! (Sorry if creepy stuff isn’t your expertise)

Killer Clown 🤡 🔪

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hushed fantasies ¡

pairing brother's best friend¡nicholas chavez x fem¡reader

summary thinking you were messaging your friend, you accidentally sent your brother's best friend a thirsty paragraph about him, with Nicholas opening it before you get a chance to delete it. what you were not expecting was the leading conversation, causing realization to wash over you as he hints your desire is not one-sided after all.

contains suggestive, sexual tension, a bit of dirty talking, a brief kiss, flustered reader, cocky nic, hes also very freaky (uhh???)

a/n this is the silliest thing ive ever written i was giggling the whole time while writing it. likes and reblogs are v much appreciated!!!

word count 1.7k

You: the amount of self control i have is insane because why do i not have this mans dick in my mouth rn please i need nic so fucking bad its not even funny anymore he is everything i want in life id let him use me any day morning afternoon n night im available ugh i dont even get the ick when its him he was acting like a dad earlier yelling at us to grill the meat right and it was so adorable ill call you daddy u want me to call u sir i dont kink shame im down for whatever king omg stop he got hurt earlier and he GROANED???? i almost fell to my knees YAHOOO he definitely whimpers #needthat 10/10 i just know its thick ooh tip pink shade #d97e77 thats insane till my knees are bruised and my throats scratched my panties fell tears are rolling down my thighs OMG PLS can you feel my pain hes so bodangshis how does my brother look at him and not wanna fuck him id be all over him if that was my friend gahhhd!!! hes actually so sweet he kept speaking to me earlier so i dont feel left out of the conversation and i find that adorable do u think he slaps it before he cums oh my his girlfriends so lucky im ab to put her in a headlock ahaha this is gross no man should have this much of an impact on u unless their dick is big and the sex is absolutely amazing yooo what he probably knows how to please a lady id be hard if i had a dick rn STOPP he has a happy trail im gonna lose it hahah lets find out where it leads i dont wanna think ab that im going crazy literally pulling my hair out that should be u baby GIVE ME A CHANCE?!!!! thinking ab him makes me so nervous this is getting a little too srs ahaha okay im sorry hows life?!? i miss u :(

Sending that message, you were anything but expecting the response you got in return, not from the man himself, that’s for sure.

nic: oh?

nic: i think you got the wrong person

You audibly gasp, realization washing over you as you read over the message. That was, in fact, not for Nicholas, nor was it for anyone but your friend to see.

You panic, putting your phone down to process what happened, needing a moment before responding. Right, you needed to do that.

But why did he see it so fast? He didn't even give you time to comprehend your message, the text switching to read in an instant.

Hell, it was midnight, and it’s been a long, tiring day for the both of you, having been out the whole afternoon, merely to come back to the hotel and spend more time with your other friends.

Everyone decided to end the night off early; early being a bit before midnight, with you heading to your room afterwards. Your brother and his best friend shared the room taking place next to yours, making it easy to reach out to him.

And for that, you were grateful since Nicholas was with him; meaning you got to see more of him throughout this trip.

You’ve had a crush on Nicholas for god knows how long, with it starting the moment your brother befriended him. You’ve technically gone through all the phases he experienced, hell, you saw him more than your own parents.

He was sweet, a little too sweet, perhaps it bothered you. Nicholas was very known among women, he knew how to attract a lady, showering her with praises until he eventually got what he wanted.

That made you extremely jealous, knowing you couldn't have him. He was forbidden, off-limits, someone you could only admire from afar.

And that stupid crush of yours led to this conversation, one you didn't want to discuss.

You: i didnt mean to send that to you

The text switched from delivered to read right away, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

nic: clearly

nic: i dont have a gf btw

Why did he feel the need to clarify that, and why were you relieved over hearing it?

You buried your face in your pillow, feeling heat reduce from your body. You’ve never been this embarrassed before, not around Nicholas. While you were weird sometimes, it was never this bad.

He wasn't supposed to know about this, nor discover it the way he did.

You: cover your eyes pls

You: this wasn't for u

nic: you sure?

nic: are there any other nics in your life?

Your stomach twisted at the message, hand coming up to cover your mouth as an audible gasp escaped your throat. How could he say that?

You felt all sorts of emotions wash over you, unable to process each one of them as you read the message over and over again.

You: what if there is

The question was risky, it could either end with him telling your brother, or him teasing you over it and brushing it off. Either way, you couldn't have him, so why not just fuck it and go with the flow?

nic: then that would be disappointing.

Your breath caught in your throat, vision going blurry as Nicholas’ bubble kept appearing and disappearing.

nic: id really hate that you feel this way about someone else

Oh my god, were you dreaming?

You could not believe your eyes. You turned off your phone, letting the dimness of the room seep through for a moment before you unlocked your device once again, heart skipping a beat when you realized it was real.

Nicholas, your brother’s best friend, might have been flirting with you, but that’s just in your head, right…?

You: ??? wdym

nic: you first

nic: was this about me, doll?

The pet name made you weak to your core, spiraling you over the edge as you put your phone down for a second. You took a deep breath, feeling your face heat up at how suggestive the boy sounded.

He sounded so desperate, you weren't sure if it was the tiredness, or him being genuine. Either way, you’re fucked, because you’re willing to do anything for him, even if it means breaking your heart.

You: what if it was

You: what will you do ab it

You felt nauseous as you waited for a response, groaning when the boy disappeared for a minute. Did you say something wrong? Why did he suddenly leave?

nic: then id risk it all

Speechless. Your mouth hung open, chest filling with lust as a breath heaved out of you.

You: are you saying this because you’re tired

nic: no

nic: god no

There was no ounce of self control in your body left. You almost screamed, overwhelmed by a new sense of emotions.

Is this how it felt? Because fucking hell.

You: it is

nic: it is what?

You: this is so embarrassing

You: why are you making me admit it you know exactly what im talking about

nic: baby

nic: jus tell me

You: no you suck im going to sleep

nic: WAIT no come here youre so cute

You blushed at the message, unable to suppress the smile forming on your lips. God, he’s such an idiot. And you were totally swooned for him.

You: i literally just sent you a message talking ab how much i wanna suck your dick what about that is cute

nic: oh? so you do admit it

You: …

You felt nervous, realizing how serious this has gotten. From a silly message turned into you contemplating whether this was a good idea. The last thing you were anticipating while typing that message was a confrontation, one from Nicholas; at that.

nic: you couldve told me yk

You: do you hear yourself

nic: ? what

You: nic you know this is wrong

You: youre gonna wake up tmr and forget all ab it

nic: you knkw

nic: yoirw so fucjinf hot

You came to a halt, noticing the amount of mistakes the boy was making. Your mind wandered somewhere else, feeling heat crawl past your neck, all the way to your face.

You: what are you saying

nic: fucking hell

nic: take the hint baby

You froze in your spot, tongue coming out to wet your lips, suddenly feeling heat travel to in between your legs. Don’t give in, don't give in, don’t give in.

You: what

nic: you couldve asked me if you were curious

nic: i wouldve happily showed you

That sent you over the edge. Your mind went fuzzy, unable to process the last few texts you received from Nicholas. He was being serious, dead serious, you were sure of that.

The texts you exchanged always revolved around your brother; usually Nicholas asking whether he was home or not. However, this one was different.

He was hinting something, something very risky that you were unable to resist.

You: dont say that

nic: what, you don't believe me?

You: nic

nic: give me five

You stared at the message on the screen, confused on what he meant. Your eyebrows furrowed with puzzlement, awaiting a message, merely to get nothing in return.

As you were about to shut your phone and go to sleep, it pinged, the notification startling you awake. You clicked on it immediately, mind going hazy as you read the message over and over again.

nic: open the door

nic: im outside your room

You didn’t hesitate as you got up, swiftly walking your way to the door. You unlocked it with haste, vision going blurry as you caught sight of Nicholas, who was standing inches away from you now.

He looked just as desperate as you were, maybe even more. And that was it, it was all you needed to pull him by the collar and cease the distance between you two.

The moment his lips collided with yours, you realized that maybe it’s worth ending up with a broken heart, because Nicholas tastes fucking addicting, and you found every way to make good use out of that obsession.

The possession of knowing he’s off limits, yet here he was, eagerly kissing you numb.

[the--rebel--fae]

ME ME FIRST IM FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X FEM READER WHO LIKE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE HOTEL AND TAKES CARE OF NIFTTY AND CHARLE AS IF THEY WERE HER AND ALASTOR CHILDREN

A/N: You my friend, caught my attention first because of such an adorable response. So ask and ye shall receive! Here's hoping I do Alastor justice.

(This is an adorable request btw)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Tw: None! Just pure fluff!

Word count: 745

The Hazbin Bunch

Ever since you came to the Habin Hotel, it felt like everyone was a little family. You were an older demon, having died back in the forties. So you have been in hell for quite some time. 

When you first saw the TV commercial you wanted to see what it was all about. Especially since you heard that your old friend Alastor was involved. You haven’t seen him in years. Seven to be exact. And to know that he was back sent butterflies in your stomach. You never told him, but you always harbored feelings for the eccentric radio host. You never had the guts to tell him though since you feared messing up your friendship.

Little did you know, he had feelings for you as well. Alastor was already intrigued with you when you first met. Just the way you carried yourself and treated others. It was also a plus that you hated that infernal TV just as he did. Plus, you were a great conversationalist and probably the only one who could keep up with him when you had the time to dance.

Soon enough, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and even Sir Pentious became family to you. Almost as if they were your children. 

“Nifty my dear, if you truly want to kill those little bugs I suggest you swing your knife in a diagonal direction instead of a perpendicular. That way, they have less of a chance to escape.” You told the little red-headed cyclops girl as she chased around a few stray roaches.

Nifty paused briefly and looked up at you from your seat at the bar. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! Less chance for them to escape hehe.” She giggled creepily and then started back on her roach hunt. 

You shook your head and smiled fondly at the girl. Then turning back to Husk you regarded him with a warm smile. “Well, since I’m here I mine as well indulge in a small drink. What do you have in mind for me today Husk? I do so love the different drinks you concoct. If you worked at a bar back in my days on Earth, you’d be regarded as an artist.”

Husk chuckled as he started up your drink. “Weren’t you alive durin’ prohibition times though?”

You just waved your hand nonchalantly. “Ah, semantics. Besides, you know what they say. Nothing fun ever comes from following the rules.”

“How right you are Cher! Why if people followed the rules, things would be so terribly boring.” Alastor said as he popped out from seemingly nowhere.

Husk handed you your drink and you smiled as you took a sip. “Oh, hello Al. How was the radio show today?”

Alastor’s eyes lit up and his smile shone brightly. Most people would find it off-putting but you personally loved it. “It went splendidly, my dear! Thank you for asking.”

You were about to say something more, but then Charlie came down the main stairs drawing your attention. “Charlie, my dear! How are you, sweetie? Do you feel any better since the latest meeting with that infernal angel? Ad-what’s his name? The first man, I guess?”

Charlie met your gaze and smiled. “I’m doing a little bit better (y/n), thanks. But you don’t have to worry so much. That meeting was a month ago!’

You just chuckle. “That may be so, but I can tell how stressed you’ve been hun.”

Angel Dust clicks his tongue as he takes a seat beside you. “You know toots, sometimes it seems like you're the mom of this place with how ya act.” He then glanced at Alastor who unbeknownst to you was gazing fondly at you. “An if you're the mother of this joint, that’d make ol smiles here the dad.”

“Haha! You know, that doesn’t sound too bad Ma Cherie. I’d consider myself lucky to be assumed to be your husband.” Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Instead of commenting, you could only blush furiously. Feeling the heat crawl all the way up to your ears, you tried your best to compose yourself and hide your growing smile behind your glass. Almost hoping that Alastor didn’t catch how much his comment made your long-dead heart soar. But he was no fool, he could see that beautiful smile of yours even as you tried to hide it behind the crystalline glass. 

Perhaps you truly were like a little family after all. 

Hope you enjoyed the story my friend! I gotta say, this was an adorable request. I had a lot of fun with it!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several page long one shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - two ! case file

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 0.7k wc, statistics of ppl going missing but idk if it’s accurate, talking about bodies (once), mention of killing/death

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[2024.9.30 - y.j choi / m.j kim interview : contacts #3 & #4]

contacted list : s.y kwon (1), j.y sim (2), y.j choi (3), m.j kim (4)

RIKI : are you okay with this interview being recorded and transcribed, especially in the event of these audio clips possibly being publicized?

YEONJUN : yes, i don’t mind.

MINJAE : [nods]

JUNGWON : minjae, sir. we’re gonna need you to verbally agree into the mic.

MINJAE : yeah. i’m fine with it.

RIKI : how did you feel about being assigned to the lee-park case?

YEONJUN : it was kind of a big break for me. if i solved, or, partook in solving this case, i would’ve been given better assignments and more opportunities. i kinda had a bad reputation for accidentally letting minor criminals go, but this really got the department to trust me more. i just wanted the respect, that’s all.

RIKI : minjae?

MINJAE : obviously because of the strike at the city hospital, they were short on paramedics. officers have to know medical basics, so we had a lot of our team volunteering at the ED. i was supposed to be one of them. but then your friend killed your other two friends, and we were so short staffed that they gave this crazy case to the departments rookies. i wanted no part in this, but i did feel satisfied after lee was brought down.

YEONJUN : [speaking to minjae] [inaudible]

MINJAE : [speaking to yeonjun] [quietly] don’t tell me to leave high school drama in the past. you didn’t even know why [inaudible] — between me and that group.

JUNGWON : can we bring the discussion back into the group, please?

MINJAE : i’m done here. don’t think i’m not watching you two, especially since you’re still going to school with my sister.

MINJAE : [he gets up and leaves the room]

JUNGWON : yeonjun, are you still available to answer more questions?

YEONJUN : of course, but just a few. we’re supposed to be expecting a big call in about an hour. sorry about minjae by the way. i know he has something against your friends, but im not sure what he has against you two specifically.

RIKI : all good. but, this is something i’ve been meaning to ask. why was jay’s body never found?

YEONJUN : yeah, uh.. the thing about that. jay park was a very unique case. heeseung lee, he was found dead within the first two weeks. only 3% of people stay missing for over a week, with much less chances of being found dead. that alone already had the department spooked. but jay.. 1% of people stay missing for over a month. yet jay was never found. ever.

YEONJUN : over a year after we first received the call, we had to legally declare him as dead. we just didn’t have the resources to keep looking for him. you know how bad crime is in los angeles.. but, i tried. he was so young, i wanted to keep looking. but the department couldn’t afford to.

RIKI : i’ll have to ask you about that part off the record. but, just one last question while i still have you. i notice you kept checking your walkie. why was heeseung’s cause of death never publicized?

YEONJUN : i.. i don’t..

YEONJUN : [sudden distinct noise via walkie talkie, calling his name]

YEONJUN : ah shit. this is the call we’ve been waiting for. i’m really sorry about that last question, but i’ll try to get back to you on that! [he reassures before rushing out the room]

JUNGWON : alone again.

RIKI : wait. do you remember the rules the teacher gave us?

JUNGWON : yeah, why?

RIKI : and you know how she said under no circumstances should we contact any families directly involved?

JUNGWON : you can’t be serious, riki. we are not talking to yn. i don’t get why you’re so obsessed with proving her innocent.

RIKI : because there’s no way it was her. i know yn, she couldn’t even kill a spider. you really think she’d kill her own brother and boyfriend? she loved jay and you know it.

JUNGWON : it’s always the ones you least expect it to be, you know how it is. maybe we didn’t know her as well as we thought.

RIKI : you may not want to talk to her, but i do and will. if you don’t want to help me then so be it. but when i’m done with her, i’ll contact sunghoon —

[ 8:23 of 8:23 recording ]

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[deargaz]

am so bloody distracted by your tumblr header... like sir please why do you have to look THAT good

anywayss thinking of "right person wrong time" with kyle and meeting him again in the future and him wanting to make things right this time. im down bad for second chance trope 😔✊🏻

his face is so distracting sometimes i just get distracted while staring at my header and forget why i even opened tumblr. you're so real for this anon, AND UGH RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME HURTS SO MUCH.

i can imagine you meeting him before he was promoted to being a sergeant. it was sweet, the love between you both undying, just growing more with each date and kiss you’d share with him. you two were inseparable, and no one had ever made you feel so special, so seen.

until he was promoted, the workload increased and it became hard for him to juggle between you and his work, to maintain a balance. maybe he really was the world’s biggest asshole for dropping you for his work in the first place, growing distant and going to the base everytime his captain would call him.

you had begun hating the name ‘captain price’. you hadn’t seen that man, and you sure as hell didn’t want to, ever.

the break up was messy, tears and desperation and the most annoying part was that he was somewhat calm, promising you that he still loved you — just can’t be with you. as if that’d make anything better. but you knew how important it was to him, resulting in you letting him go. his work was important, his effort. deep within your head, you had internalized that it was all your fault, that you had gotten in his way.

four years passed, both of you didn’t particularly talk ever again, nor saw each other — until he bumped into you during his break on a street, his words dying in his throat once he laid his eyes upon you. you still looked the same, the same person he had fallen in love with.

god knows how much he had mourned his decision, that’s what being young was all about anyways, being all stupid. he knew better now, knew that he still loved you. it was a weird, sickening feeling — this sudden wave of nostalgia, affection and guilt — especially when you looked at him with wide eyes, just as shocked.

“hey…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. what could he even say at this point? but there was one thing he knew for sure — he’d spend as much time as possible apologizing to you, confessing his love over and over as if it were a prayer — because it is. a prayer, a confession. he’d do anything to have you back. anything. he knows his priorities now dove, he promises.

“wanna go grab some coffee?” he prayed that you’d agree, to let him be your one and only forever.

[mikalame]

Can she come, please

This is gonna be a bout little tom and TH going on their first tour and he's wanting you to come a long with the band ( young love relationship)

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

"Please let her come sir i promise nothing bad will happen to her, please..." Tom childish voice bounces of the wall in the living room. His pleading feel on the deaf ears of his girlfriends dad.

It was currently 11:30 pm at night the tour bus was leaving in an hour Tom was already running late. He just wanted his lovely girlfriend to come along on on their first tour what was so bad about it.

"Boy, do you know how stupid you sound right now, do you really think that i would let my little girl go in a bus with people i dont know-" "but you know me! " Tom argues back

"Dont interrupt me, i may know you but i don't trust you little boy" The older man snaps at the young boy "____ calm down let Tom speak" ___ mum asks with a hushed voice the only person that on his side with letting her come along

"Please sir, this is a very big achievement and shes been there since the beginning pleas-" "dad whats going on, why are you yelling" a girls voice echos through the halls before a body pops out from the hallway.

Looking in the girl is very confused seeing her dad angry looking at her boyfriend and her mother trying to calm down her dad. "Go back to bed ___ this has nothing to do with you" The man says not using the same tone of voice as a couple seconds ago "well if my boyfriends involved i think i does, hi Tom" The girl says kissing the boys cheek before sitting down.

"Wait aren't you supposed to be on tour right now" The girl questions "yes i am, and i was asking your dad if you could come along but he's not agreeing" Tom says frustrated rubbing his hand over his face "Oh you little-" "okay, you two go up to ___ room ill be there in a second i need to talk to your dad first" ___ mother says calm and collected, very over this discussion.

Before her dad could argue against it they bolt down the hall and close the door shut. They talk for a while saying things about how they would text and call whenever they can before Tom had a great idea.

"Why dont you just run away and come we could leave right now" Tom says chipper thinking is was one of the best ideas in the world "No Tom, thats a stupid idea my dad will kill you and then me for even going along with that plan" ___ whines back.

"My dad already doesn't like you why do you think that wold be a good idea" ___ pleads not wanting her boyfriend to not get even more hate then he already gets from her dad.

Just then her dad opens the door, Tom stands up ready to defend himself again. "Sit down down Tom, i dont trust, like or even want you in my house right now, ...but my daughter seems to really like you a lot so i suppose you can go" The kids start cheering only for it to be cut off "BUT, i need you to answer my questions okay" The boy nods dreads to short to tie up yet bouncing with his head.

"Will there be adult supervision?" the man questions "yes every bosy but from us will be adults" the boy very happy that she is able to come along.

"No alcohol, drugs or anything of the sorts on the bus" The man says eyebrow lifting, eyes squiting looking for any detail that could say that the boy was lying to him. "Nope sir, the only people what would have alcohol would be the adults, they wont give anything to us dont worry" they young boy adds trying to better his chances at getting her dad to like him.

The older man huffs "fine but i want you to know Tom im not fully agreeing to this, ___ mum is the only reason why ___ coming with you dont think i like you right now" "i understand sir" Tom nods

"___ pack your things you need to leave in like an hour, hurry up" the man says nonchalantly over his shoulder.

Time skip

"Thank you so much mum and dad i love you see you in a couple weeks" The young girls says the excitement bubbling in her voice " Thank you ma'am and sir promise shes in good hands" The boy says "yeah she better be" the man huffs "you two be safe and careful, wish you good luck to you and your band Tom" ___ mother says with a warm smile on her face " Thank you, hope we do good aswell" the pair wave as they close the door behind them.

"He called me Tom not boy, Ahhh i think im warming up to him" the girl giggles at what the young boy says walking to the tour bus hand in hand.

Hope yall like, sorry i havent done TH in a while most of my request are Manzini its a bit hard to write for him tho but i try my best

[carefreecoffee]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚Soulmate AU: Tamaki Amajiki x Reader˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Word count: 767, Gender-neutral reader

Soulmate AU: Gray to color: Until you lock eyes with your soulmate, your hold word is in hues of gray.

The sun had yet to come out. The sky was gloomy and dark, at least that's all that Tamaki could see. He sighs as he makes his way down the bustling sidewalk of the morning. People coming and going from work and getting out of school. 

His trip to the convenience store was a rather quick one in an attempt to beat the weather but alas he could not defy nature. He held his umbrella low upon his head and the bag in his other as rain continued to thump against the sheer material of his umbrella. 

Shuffling through the crowds was a feat but as he came to a crosswalk, he had a chance to catch his breath. The puddles beneath his feet splashing slightly as the signal changed to a walking man. As he makes his way onto the opposite side of the street, he picks up his speed just wanting to be back in the comfort of his warm dorm. 

The people lessen and his heart rate slows. The gray all around him became deafening. It was never an unheard thing to live colorless until you had found your soulmate. Everyday it seemed to eat him alive. It was something he had never been able to shove down. The hardships he had to face in battle due to not knowing one color from another. 

To find his soulmate was something he had both been excited and eager for but also scared and afraid of what they might think of him. Just because he's their soulmate doesn't mean they will like him right? He succumbs to his thoughts, not seeing as he bumps into someone else upon the pavement. 

“Oumph!” 

He flinches back and looks at the figure on the ground, with a shaky hand he reaches out, “O-oh m-my gosh i am so sorry! P-please let me help you up.” He drops the bag in his hand as he holds his umbrella over you. You stand up, still covering yourself as you escape the rain briefly. You see as your umbrella had fallen just a few feet away, picking it up with a sigh. 

“N-no no it's my fault.  Apologize sir-” Your eyes meet his and suddenly you feel… elated. A weird feeling arises in your chest as your eyes meet his small widened ones. His beautiful hair- his… his hair! It's actually a color! Your eyes wander from his pale skin to his dark hair and how murky the sky actually was but it was less dull then the everlasting gray hues you had been subjected to. You freeze and see that he had noticed way earlier than you.his eyes scanning around him, around you, on you tracing your hair and stature. He seems to be shaking. 

You reach forward and whisper, “Are… you my..” He nods slightly, still taking in the whole situation. You feel your cheeks flush.‘This guy was so cute!’ He shakes his head and bows. “I am s-so so sorry i didnt mean to run into you like that. I hope you can forgive me.” You panic and place your free hand on his shoulder. 

“Woah hey no no it's fine really. I-i think knowing who you are made up for it enough already.” you send him a smile as his face meets yours. “Im Y/N, Y/N L/N. What's your name?” He stands up straight again, “Tamaki, Tamaki Amajiki.” The faintest smile reaches his lips as you nod and take out your phone. 

“It's getting pretty bad out here but I would love to talk to you more, Amajiki. May I have your number?” He frantically nods and tries to type his number in without the rain interfering. 

Afterwards you smile and pick up his bag, passing it to him. “It was very nice to meet you, Amajiki.” His face flushes. “It was so nice to meet you Y/N and please, call me Tamaki.” He takes the bag from your hand, grazing it a bit as you walk past him. He is perpetually stunned until his phone breaks him out of it. 

“It was a joy to meet you, Tamaki. I hope to see you again soon, i’d love to explore new colors with you :)”

He's almost in tears. Not just from knowing he had found his soulmate but also from the overstimulation from the new colors surrounding him. It was like you had actually brought the light into his life. He knew he would be just fine with you as long as it meant he could spend those moments in colorful bliss.

[iloveapplejacks]

WET DREAMZ P2

Inspired by Wet Dreamz by J.Cole

“The teacher always got mad so we passed notes

It started off so innocent

She had a vibe and a ***** started diggin' it

I was a youngin' straight crushin' tryna play this shit cool

But a ***** couldn't wait to get to school”

P1 P3 P4

It was English class and Chris was sat with Matt and Nate

Although he wasn't paying much attention to their conversation, his ears pricked when he heard Y/N’s name.

"The new girl is so bad bruh" nate exclaims stretching out his 'so'

"Bro I would tap that any day" Matt says

Both boys noticing that they suddenly caught Chris’ interest, turned to him

"Ain't she in your math class?" Nate asks, Matt leaning in slightly

"Yeah, Y/N is cool" Chris shrugs, wanting to say more but holding himself back.

Truth is, Y/N was more than cool.

In fact she was just perfect and it may have been the intense lust speaking but Chris really wanted her.

"Damn bro, well can you put in a good word with me?I'm tryna see a lil sumn"Nate laughs

"I don't know tbh, don't really know her" Chris shrugs

He knew what he was doing was selfish but he knew that All the girls fell at Nate’s feet and for once, just once he wanted one girl to fall at his feet.

So if that came at the cost of being a little selfish, then so be it.

Nate turned around to reply but the bell signalling the end of the lesson interrupted him.

Chris begins putting his books into his bag and puts it onto his back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones, and beginning to make his way out of the classroom

"Chris!" Someone shouts, causing him to turn around to see who was calling him.

He sees Y/N running over to him and once she reaches him she stops

"Hey Y/N" he says smiling

"We got math, let's go" she chuckles looping her arms with his and beginning to walk.

This catches him by surprise and he looks around to see everyone in the hall way staring at them with shock

the two began walking together until Nate stood in front of them

More specifically, Y/N

"Hey I'm Nate" he says flirtatiously holding his hand out for Y/N to shake

"Y/N" she smiles shaking his hand causing Chris to roll his eyes

"what you heading bro?" nate asks raising an eyebrow to him "Math, matter fact, we are kinda late so if you don't mind." Chris says shooting Nate a fake smile

He loved Nate like a brother but he knew that if he wanted to stand a chance to get to know Y/N Then he'd need to be selfish

"Okay well, I'll see you later, and Y/N it was lovely to meet you" Nate winks at Y/N before moving out of their way

After Nate’s departure, Y/N links her arms with Chris

"It's math time Christopher" she giggles, causing Chris to laugh loudly as the two continued to walk.

They both got to their math class and sat in their usual seats and immediately started laughing and bickering.

“You do realise that i’m teaching math lesson?" Mr Martinez yells frustratedly

"Ok I've had enough, Chris move to the front, and

Y/N move 2 seats down" he instructed

Both of them muttered something to themselves as they moved to where Mr Martinez instructed them to

Once they did, Chris kept calling for Y/N across the room

Both continued to talk to each other via notes for the remainder of the class and before they knew it, the bell signalling the end of the school day rang

"You're all dismissed but Y/N and Chris, I'd like to talk to you for a moment" mr martinez says

Y/N and chris looked at each other with confusion and waited until the class emptied out before walking over to mr martinez

"Now you're both very bright students who I enjoy teaching but you have to cut out this chatter" he says and both nod understandingly

"I just want you both to do really well in this class and that requires a bit of listening, so please I don't want to talk to the both of you about this again" he continues, the two muttering a 'yes sir!

"Okay you're both dismissed”

STOP I ACTUALLY DONT KMOW WHAT IM DOING RN but this song is one of my favorite so why not continue the good stuff is coming soon promise 🙏🏼

[valentinoappreciator]

hello everybody did anyone ask for trans!staticmoth? no? well, too bad because i have spent ALL DAY on that!

Media: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Valentino (as well as very minor Valentino x Angel Dust)

Rating: E for explicit

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: none apply (although, I guess, referenced / mentioned past (non-graphic) rape?)

Additional tags: trans!Vox (masc-presenting), trans!Valentino (femme-presenting), panic attacks, one mention of Val wearing a collar, multiple orgasms, (light) overstimulation, mentioning / referencing / talking about past rape (non graphic), Heaven and the Angels are FUCKED, side dish of ValAngel (im sorry)... i think that's about it. no slurs are mentioned directly, but they're referenced, if you read between the lines.

Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: From Rags To Riches

Author's notes: trans!voxval wont leave me alone. I'm so deeply sorry. I tried to use my own experiences in my gender journey for this, but I still apologize if anything was insensitive or done poorly. I am also still learning 😅

Also: minors, do not interact, please!

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Valentino, as he so often did, had gone clubbing. The music was loud, and the bass louder still; it was so aggressive that it made his entire being vibrate across the sticky dance floor. The lights blinding and shiny, he occasionally went into an almost trance-like state, just staring into the lights, as if that wouldn’t cause irreparable damage to his already dogshit eyesight. But, well, that was nothing a new glasses prescription couldn’t fix. 

He swayed his hips, bouncing up and down as the music dictated, swinging his arms with the carefully contained wildness of someone who’s entirely used to having four arms, and knows exactly what to do with them at all times. 

Valentino knew he looked like a million bucks, in his figure-hugging, sparkling, diamond-studded bodystocking, his thigh-high, shiny latex boots, and the padded collar cinched tight around his throat. 

He also knew that if someone were to come up to him and ask for a dance, he would deck them. This was his night out. His reprieve. His chance to relax and let loose, without having someone breathing down his neck. 

Accidentally bounding into someone, Valentino’s mouth was halfway through performing an apology - because everything about Valentino was a performance; or, so one would be inclined to think - when he saw who he had bumped into, and his jaw went slack. 

It wasn’t someone he knew, but he knew instantly that it was someone he would die to get to know. 

“Look where you’re dancing, lanky bitch!” the other demon grumbled, only hanging on to their balance because Valentino grabbed the sleeves of their button-up shirt. He had a TV screen for a head, and was dressed in a suit so pressed and straight that Valentino could not take it seriously. 

“I’m deeply sorry, sir,” Valentino purred, and relaxed his vocal cords to let their natural pitch shine through. “It wasn’t my intention. But, you know how it can be. Having four arms and everything.”

The other demon looked him up and down. A smug smile appeared on his screen. Crossing his arms across his chest, his suit creased slightly. 

“I would not know, but I’m sure you could tell me all about it.”

“I’d be delighted to,” Valentino said smoothly, gesturing to the nearby booths. The demon raised a digital eyebrow, but nonetheless followed Valentino when he sauntered towards the red leather. He sat down, produced a cigarette holder from somewhere on his person, and put a cigarette in it. 

Valentino dug between his breasts with one hand, pulling out a shiny, red lighter that he used to light the cigarette. 

“Do you smoke?” he asked the other demon, holding out a pack of fine cigarettes. He waved a hand in a polite pass. “Do you at least drink?” 

“Never pass up an opportunity.”

Valentino grinned, dug between his breasts once more, and pulled out a shiny golden credit card. Stretching it out towards the other demon, he quickly pulled it out of reach. 

“Introductions first, baby, what do you take me for? A fucking reprobate? Name’s Valentino. And yours is...?” 

“Vox,” the other demon said politely, before snatching the credit card out of Valentino’s hand with a speed that Valentino had not expected. He stared at Vox, unable to deny the faint blush on his cheeks. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Val,” Vox then purred, got up, and sauntered towards the bar in such an alluring gait that Valentino was compelled to watch him. His hips were divine, and oh, that ass...!

Valentino smoked his cigarettes and watched the crowd until Vox returned with not one but two martini glasses full of a clear liquid. He raised an eyebrow when one was placed in front of him, then looked at Vox quizzically. 

“Excuse me? What the fuck is this?”

“Well, I thought, since you’re buying, it’s only fair you bought yourself something,” Vox grinned. He put the credit card on the table between them and slid it back to Valentino, who snatched it up with a hand. “You do like martinis, right? Fancy girl such as yourself?” 

Something in Valentino bristled. He was no girl...! But, he would have to admit to himself, that with the way he was dressed tonight, it was only natural that that is what others would assume. The bodystocking that really showed off his figure and pushed up his breasts, the makeup to put any makeup artist to shame, the high-heeled boots. 

He scoffed. 

“Don’t assume things about me based on my appearances,” he huffed, taking a sip of his martini. He hated that he actually liked it. Vox shrugged, mirroring the motion. 

“Right, sorry,” he said over the thin rim of his glass, but with all the attitude of someone who didn’t really mean it, and someone who didn’t care that others knew it wasn’t genuine. 

There was a short pause in the incredibly stimulating conversation where they both just watched sinners go amok on the dance floor. Hopping, dancing, writhing figures blurred into a giant blob of colors for Valentino the longer he stared. 

Eventually, feeling almost dizzy, he looked back to Vox, finding him staring intently at him. 

“What?” he asked gruffly and took another sip of his drink. 

“You’re most curious,” Vox replied. Valentino snickered, cocking an eyebrow himself while lifting his cigarette holder to his lips. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“You strut like a woman. You’re dressed like a woman. You have a figure like a goddamn fucking model. Yet you swear like a hardened sailor, of whom we both know the sex.”

That got Valentino to tense. Well, it was no secret that he yearned for a more... masculine form. Okay, it was a little bit of a secret. Only known to those closest to him. An amount of people he could count on one hand. He couldn’t have just anybody know he was a---- well, that he wasn’t comfortable with his current... configuration. 

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

Vox shrugged again, sipping his drink. 

“Are you happy in your current body, Val?” 

Valentino’s mouth tightened into a thin line. He took a deep drag of his cigarette holder and blew the smoke into Vox’s screen. 

“What’s it to ya, Voxxy? Think you can fuck me into liking my body better, is that it?”

“Oh, I think a lot of things, Val, none of which would be fit for a woman’s delicate head.”

Valentino nearly bit the end of his cigarette holder in two, his sharp teeth gritting against each other. 

“Well, if you’re so terribly clever, Voxxy, pray tell, please, what you could offer me that would make me like my... this body better.”

Vox’s mouth split into a wide grin, and he leaned forward conspiratorially. 

“Well, Val, I think it’s fair to say you haven’t had a real man treat you like you need to be treated.”

“And what kind of treatment would that be, oh mighty one? You think you are up to the task? Ha. Hell, you don’t look like much. I doubt you’re packing anything noteworthy.” 

At that, Vox finally seemed to feel something other than that infuriatingly smug self-confidence. He scoffed, and rolled his eyes almost aggressively. 

“But,” Valentino continued and put a hand delicately on Vox’s shoulder, another holding his cigarette holder by his lips, “if you’re so sure you can, forgive the expression, fuck me right, then why don’t we go home to my place?” 

Vox’s screen flickered slightly. He looked to the side. Squirmed a bit. Valentino grinned widely. 

Oh, now who is the uncomfortable one, bitch? he thought to himself, triumphantly. 

“Now, Val, I didn’t---”

“Oh, what, are you suddenly a coward, Voxxy? Afraid I might discard you like all the others? That you’re not up to snuff? That your pathetic, little cock won’t satisfy me?”

Vox’s expression hardened. He grabbed Valentino’s hand and yanked him down so they were face to face. 

“Fine,” he snarled, got up, and unceremoniously pulled Valentino up from the booth as well. “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

Valentino all but stumbled after him. He might’ve talked the talk, but he wasn’t sure he could walk the walk, when it came down to it. 

Once back in his apartment, Valentino looked expectantly at Vox. He crossed all four arms over his chest, tapping his shiny boot against the equally pristine floor. He hated the way his heart beat in his chest, and the way he actually looked forward to whatever Vox was going to show, and do to, him. He was no common whore, and yet... and yet...! 

Vox just stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck barrelling towards him. 

“Well, Voxxy, I am eagerly waiting for your massive cock and your incredible stamina,” he snickered and crowded Vox against the wall, two hands on either side of his screen. He noticed how Vox’s gaze flickered down to his breasts, and laughed mockingly. 

“Unless that was all talk?” he continued in a more sultry tone, putting one hand on Vox’s screen while another draped itself across his shoulders, a third positioning his cigarette holder close to his lips, and a fourth pushing against Vox’s chest. 

That fourth one gradually crept south, down over Vox’s crisp suit and his flat stomach. 

“V-Val, don’t,” he stuttered, and weakly tried to push Valentino away. 

Valentino kept going. 

“Oh, so it was all talk, was it, huh, baby?” he purred, stroking his hand down over Vox’s hip before going to cup his crotch. 

Just as he did so, Vox’s screen glitched, and he hissed loudly. 

Valentino stared down at him. Blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time, just for good measure. 

“You’re not even hard?” he asked, incredulously. “I should’ve thought you were eager to get with me. You certainly talked like you were!”

“Val,” Vox groaned, looking away when Valentino leaned into his screen. 

“What, I’m not up to snuff? I’m not good enough? Fucking Hell, Vox, I thought---”

But then, in his search to find Vox’s cock, he fondled the demon’s crotch harder, and found his suit pants to be... damp.  

“What, you pissed yourself, too?” he snarled, his temper quickly showing itself. “Are you that much of such a little baby that you can’t handle someone like me?”

Suddenly, Val was pushed backwards, an arch of electricity sparking between Vox’s antennas. His left eye was suddenly pulsing and spinning eerily. 

“Fuck off, Val! Don’t you get it?” he snapped. 

“Clearly not!” Valentino snapped back, pressing his hand harder into Vox’s crotch. “So, why don’t you tell this woman’s delicate head what the fuck I’m not getting?” 

Vox growled, and the claws on his hands suddenly crackled with electricity. 

“Because clearly, I’m not getting cock tonight!” Valentino continued in a harsh snarl, and used a hand to keep Vox pinned against the wall. “Either because you have the smallest fucking cock imaginable to sinners, or because you simply don’thave a----”

Valentino cut himself short when realization hit him. It hit harder than any alcohol ever had, dead or alive. He stared down at Vox, who, for all intents and purposes, looked like he would rather die all over again than be the one to say what Valentino was thinking. 

“You don’t have a cock, do you?” Valentino then asked, bewildered. 

It all pieced itself together in his head. 

Vox was just like him. 

He frowned. Lightly at first, but the more seconds ticked by, the deeper his brows furrowed. 

“You’re... you’re like me.” 

Vox threw Valentino’s hands away from himself. 

“I am nothing like you!” he spat, as if the words, as if the very idea, was poison to him. 

“Come on, Vox,” Valentino said, his voice so gentle it surprised even him. It also seemed to surprise Vox, because immediately, all the anger and frustration drained from his screen. He looked up at Valentino with big eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, shoulders sagging and eyes cast downward. 

Valentino regarded him quietly for a moment. Eyes narrow. Mouth a tight line. 

Then... 

“Cigarette?”

Vox snorted. 

“Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Valentino pulled out his cigarette pack and plucked one for Vox. He lit it, too, watching with rapt attention as Vox inhaled deeply, immediately choking on the smoke. He coughed and banged a fist on his chest repeatedly. 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t smoke, huh?”

“Why would I?” Vox croaked when he had gotten his breathing under control. Valentino scoffed, amusement tinging the sound. 

“Well, I guess I can respect you for not lying about that.”

Vox let out a snort, stubbornly taking another drag of the cigarette. His eyes closed, and then he slowly slid down the wall. Valentino stared down at him, somewhere between bewildered and enraged. He had been looking forward to Vox fucking him into the mattress. 

With a deep sigh, Valentino slumped back against and slid down the wall, following Vox’s example. 

They smoked quietly for a few minutes. The silence was close to deafening. 

“We can still have fun, y’know.”

Vox snorted and rolled his eyes. 

“You never give up, do you?” 

Valentino snickered, shrugged with one shoulder. 

“What can I say? I’m a hedonist by nature. For better or for worse.”

Now it was Vox’s turn to regard Valentino. He did so with an expression that Valentino couldn’t quite figure out. Was it admiration? Or was it an attempt at hiding how crazy he found Valentino? 

“Pray tell. Fun how?” Vox then asked, prompting Valentino to smirk. 

“You have a cunt. I have one. I’m sure we could... figure something out.”

Vox rolled his eyes, accompanied by an amused sound. 

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to try, Voxxy? I think I have an idea. If, of course, you’re up for it.”

“A hedonist and a mind reader?” Vox chuckled, then sighed deeply with pleasure when he got the smoking down pat, and he felt the nicotine enter his system. His eyes closed. He leaned his screen back against the wall. Valentino put a hand on his thigh, another busy with his cigarette holder. 

He exhaled a plume of red smoke that hung around their heads. 

“It’s something I have always been interested in,” he then admitted, quietly, like it was a deeply depraved fantasy that would earn him a one-way ticket to an even deeper part of Hell. “And, like I said, you’re like me. We’re two sides of the same coin, Vox.”

“What is it? This idea.”

Valentino sent him a long, sideways glance. 

“Take off your clothes. I’ll show ya.”

Vox’s eyebrows lifted. 

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Maybe. But I can almost guarantee that it’ll feel good. If you’ll just allow me to show you.”

“Only almost? Sounds like a weak promise to me, Valentino.” 

Valentino rolled his eyes, but snickered nonetheless. 

“Well, if you don’t want to feel good...” he drawled, starting to withdraw his hand. Vox hesitated half a second to grab it. 

“Show me, then, oh master of sex.” 

Valentino’s lips twitched into a full grin. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Together, they got Vox out of his clothes in record time, and Valentino splayed him out on the ground beneath him. He saw that the reason he hadn’t noticed Vox’s breasts at first was because he had tied them in. Binding, as it were called. He knew of the term, of the practice, of course he did, but he had never had an issue with his own breasts. Well, not in the same way and to the degree that Vox did, it would seem. 

He sent him a curious glance. Vox shook his head, averting his eyes. 

“Don’t... pay attention to them. Please.”

Valentino nodded, and paid attention to other parts of Vox’s body that he hoped would feel better to him. 

“Tell me if... if I’m out of line.”

Vox didn’t respond. He was tense, Valentino could feel that much. 

“Relax,” he said softly, and stroked two hands up and down his sides. He had a slim body that, at another time, Valentino would have loved to throw around and mark. As it were, however, he was gentle. He was tender. He was slow. He was everything he had been denied. 

As the seconds ticked by, reaching to become minutes, Vox gradually relaxed the more Valentino touched him. Valentino kept his word; he avoided the entire chest region, making sure to massage his arms and his thighs instead. Slowly, as the minutes morphed into half an hour, then to an hour, Vox became completely pliant under Valentino’s practiced hands. 

After that, Valentino decided to free style it. He had made sure not to touch Vox’s crotch, but he could smell that Vox was feeling a... certain way right now. He glanced up at his screen; his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly ajar, revealing a bright, neon-blue tongue. 

“How you feeling, baby?” 

“Good,” he rasped, trembling vaguely. 

“Do you want to feel even better?”

“Please.”

“I will need to touch you for that.”

“Please,” came the almost urgent plea. 

Valentino smiled - a seldom, gentle one - and wasted no time in stroking his claws through Vox’s folds, his focus entirely on his face. Vox furrowed his brows in a deep frown, and his mouth inhaled sharply, while his body jerked hard to the side. Valentino immediately pinned him to the ground with his remaining three hands. 

The cigarette holder had been discarded a while ago, now laying forgotten on the floor behind him. A frail wisp of smoke rose from the smoldering tip. 

“Just relax,” he purred, carefully stroking Vox’s folds and paying especially good attention to his clit. “Just relax, let me show you what I can do.” 

“Yes,” Vox whispered, a hoarse, grating sound. He sagged back against the floor again, but one of his hands came up to grab one of Valentino’s. Valentino permitted it. 

Valentino circled his clit. He stroked it gently. He slid his fingers between Vox’s folds, teasing his entrance. Just teasing. It was enough that it had Vox trembling hard. 

“Val,” he croaked suddenly, and Valentino, who had been busy admiring his beautiful anatomy, snapped his attention back to his face. 

“Yes, baby?”

“I feel... weird.” His hand clenched Valentino’s tighter. 

“Weird how, baby? Talk to me.”

“I’m... warm. Inside. It’s like... like electricity through my chords, but... liquid.”

“Yeah?” Valentino urged him on, feeling quite warm himself. It couldn’t be that Vox was a virgin, now could it...? That would just be too good. 

Vox nodded. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Valentino frowned slightly, cocking his head a bit to the side. 

“Does it feel good, though?”

At that, Vox nodded immediately, and quite eagerly. 

“It feels... really good, Val.”

“Okay, good. Thank you for telling me, baby,” he crooned, and continued sliding his fingers up and down Vox’s folds, before focusing on his clit. 

The second his claws made contact with the warm, slightly throbbing bud, Vox inhaled sharply, and jerked so hard he almost bucked Valentino off. 

“Feels that good, huh?” he asked, trying to keep his teasing to a minimum. “Don��t worry, baby, I ain’t even halfway done showing you my magic tricks.” 

Vox bit back a whimper that nonetheless spilled between his sharp teeth when Valentino didn’t relent. He kept stroking and rubbing his clit. Slowly, carefully, not wanting to end the show prematurely. He let his claws tap gently against the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves, and relished the way Vox’s entire body shuddered. He might have moaned himself, but he would be double-damned and double-dead before he would admit that.

“Now, I’m going to try something,” he warned Vox, who immediately lifted his head to look at Valentino. His eyes were wide open, almost panicked. 

“I’ll keep it to this area, don’t worry, sweetheart, yeah?” he quickly promised. Fuck, why did it matter so much what this dude thought?! Was he growing soft or something?! Pathetic! 

Vox nodded slowly. 

“Lay back down for me, then. There we go. Good boy.” 

Slowly, so slowly that Valentino thought he was going to explode, he laid down between Vox’s legs. He kissed the inside of Vox’s thighs with unending tenderness. The closer he got to Vox’s core, the sharper and quicker Vox’s breathing became. 

“Breathe, baby. Can’t have ya passing out on me,” he joked. Vox whimpered loudly, and put both hands on his screen. Valentino might not be the greatest at reading - and listening to - people, but even he could recognize the way Vox’s breathing spiraled out of control. 

He started hyperventilating, and his legs immediately closed. Alarmed, Valentino lifted his head to look up at him. 

Vox was trembling. Hard. Not to mention, he sounded like he couldn’t breathe, but would die trying. 

“Voxxy?” Valentino said with a frown, moving up to stare directly into the comforting, blue light. “Voxxy, hey hey hey, what’s up, baby?” 

Vox didn’t answer verbally, but he did utter a miserable whimper. 

Familiar enough with panic attacks that he knew what they were, Valentino had never experienced one himself. Not related to sex, anyway. Bewildered, and clueless as to what he was supposed to do, Valentino clutched both Vox’s hands in all four of his own. 

“Hey, Vox, listen to me, babe, okay?” he said. 

Vox shuddered so hard it was near a convulsion. 

Valentino grit his teeth, feeling panic well up within himself, but wanting to quell it before that, too, got out of control. 

“Vox, look, I can’t help ya if you don’t tell me what to do, okay? I’m here, but you gotta walk me through it.”

Vox lifted his trembling hands. Valentino let go, and Vox wrapped his arms around Valentino’s neck. Before he knew it, Valentino found himself wrapped in a loose embrace. Vox’s teeth chattered loudly against his cheek. 

“Okay,” Valentino said softly, bringing his own arms around Vox’s quivering body. “Okay. It’s okay. I got you.” 

“H-H-Hold m-me. Tight. P-Please.”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he whispered, tightening his grip on Vox’s body until he feared he was actively strangling him. However, the tight, warm pressure seemed to be just what Vox needed. It took a while, but eventually, he stopped trembling. He stopped hyperventilating. Instead, he started sniffling. 

Valentino forced himself not to roll his eyes, even though Vox would not be able to see it if he had. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, without letting go. “I’m right here.”

“I’m... s-s-sorry,” Vox stuttered weakly. 

“Naahh, baby, don’t give me that shit. Tell me what’s wrong.” 

He practically heard Vox swallow before he detangled himself from the tight grasp of Valentino’s many arms. Valentino allowed him to, but only to the point he could still plant a firm hand on his knee. 

Vox sat back on his ass on the floor. His eyes unfocused before they focused on Valentino’s hand. He swallowed again, took a deep breath. 

“Uh,” he started, rubbing his eyes. Valentino briefly wondered how he cried if he was all digital. Then that concern was shoved to the background. Vox. Focus on Vox. 

“I... I guess it’s no use trying to play off as nothing serious, huh?” he joked weakly, glancing up at Valentino. 

“Nu-uh, sugar. Tell me what happened, and who to kill.” 

The last part came out without him having even thought about it, surprising both himself and Vox. The blue light of Vox’s screen seemed to become brighter for a second. Valentino cleared his throat, before he retrieved his discarded cigarette holder and sat across from Vox. 

“Go on.”

“I... don’t know who they were,” Vox started, slowly, as if he needed time to get his thoughts in order. “But it was... one night. I was asleep, as one is at that time of the day, when I heard noise and commotion in the living room. Someone whispering to someone. Man voices. They weren’t keeping quiet.”

Valentino’s red eyes narrowed behind their iconic shades. He knew of rape when he heard it, and already, before he had heard any details, his blood was starting to boil. 

“They talked about what kind of goods they could get from ‘a place like this.’ One of them said it wasn’t about the goods, it was about the principle. That sinners needed to start being more afraid.”

“Afraid?” Valentino interrupted. 

Vox shrugged with one shoulder. 

“I don’t know. They went on to talk about how they couldn’t... wait until Extermination Day. To show sinners that they should be afraid of Heaven, actually.” 

Valentino’s eyes narrowed further, until they were nothing but tight slits. He didn’t know of any regular sinner who didn’t fear Heaven and the Angels. 

“They came into my bedroom.” Vox’s voice cracked. Valentino pretended not to hear, and he certainly didn’t comment on it. “I... pretended to be asleep. That didn’t... stop them. Though,” he said and laughed; a hollow sound devoid of joy, “I guess my shaking like a leaf was a clear indicator I wasn’t actually asleep.” 

Valentino grit his teeth so hard he nearly bit his cigarette holder into two pieces. Again. 

“Not like they cared, anyway. They...”

He swallowed heavily, and Valentino felt a twinge where his heart should be. He squeezed Vox’s knee. 

“It’s okay, baby. I get the picture,” he said softly. 

“They touched me,” Vox said quietly, continuing his detailing. “Laughed at me. Poked and prodded. Called me... names. They said that someone ‘like me’,” here, Vox made sharp and malicious air quotes, “could never cross the pearly gates, so why bother trying? Why should they bother letting me live? Why not... put me out of my misery already?”

Valentino’s hand tightened on Vox’s knee. Vox didn’t seem to notice. 

“I don’t know if they were Angels, or just someone wanting to frame them, or whatever. What I do know is that they didn’t hold back.”

“How many?” asked Valentino through gritted teeth, preparing to do the mental gymnastics on how to kill one Angel, and how to do it however many times necessary. 

“I don’t know,” Vox answered in a dull voice. “Four? Five? There were... many different voices. They all... felt different, too.”

Valentino’s stomach lurched. Warmth raised into his chest. He realized he was seething. And for what? Some skinny twink he didn’t even know? 

You know why, the abyss of his brain whispered. It takes a miserable story to know a miserable story. 

He let out a low snarl and removed the cigarette holder to blow the smoke out and upwards. 

“I’m going to fucking kill them,” he hissed. “Angels or not.”

Vox chuckled hollowly, before moving so that he could slump against Valentino. 

“Like you could. No one knows how to.”

“I’ll find a way,” Valentino promised and brought two arms around Vox. “They have terrorized us long enough. It’s time that someone should take a stance.”

“But, Val,” Vox said, “what can we do? We’re simple sinners. We’re not Overlords.”

“Maybe not yet,” Valentino replied almost immediately. Vox noticeably shivered. His blue light intensified as he looked at Valentino. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t become Overlords.”

“‘We’?”

Valentino grinned down at him.

“We, baby. I’m taking you with me on the way there. We’re going to be the baddest motherfuckers down here. Everyone will wish they were us. Everyone will scrabble for a touch of us, of what we can do.”

Vox’s eyes shone. Then he did something Valentino had not seen coming; he threw himself at Valentino, straddling his thighs, and kissed him. It was hard, and sloppy, and not at all as graceful as Valentino was used to, but he happily accepted it all the same. 

He brought all four arms around Vox, pulling him flush against his tall, lanky body. Vox’s tongue was thick, long, and prehensile, and it quickly invaded Valentino’s mouth. Valentino snickered breathlessly and allowed it, if only for the few seconds it took for him to push Vox on his back again. 

“Someone is eager again,” he purred. Vox rolled his eyes with a dark snicker. 

“You talk about killing my rapists, and every single one of those sons of bitch-ass 'divine' Angels. Of course I’m eager.”

Valentino laughed loudly, and kissed him again, this time allowing himself to be not so gentle with Vox. He stroked his folds and clit harder and faster than he had before, even going as far as dipping his claws slightly inside Vox. Still being careful with that, though; Vox had just opened up about trauma, and Valentino did have claws. He didn’t want to shred Vox’s insides. 

Well, okay, he did, but not yet. There would come a time for that. 

“Saying horny shit is not all this mouth does,” he grinned, and let his tongue slowly wind out of his mouth. More and more. Vox watched it with wide eyes as it just kept going. 

“Are you going to---” he began, but didn’t get a chance to finish his question before Valentino laid flat on his chest and stomach between Vox’s legs again. Realization hit Vox like a freight train, and he shuddered when his eyes met Valentino’s. 

“Oh, you actually are,” he croaked. 

Valentino snickered mischievously, and let his tongue lap against Vox’s soaked folds over and over again. Vox let out a very undignified noise, and hurriedly slapped a hand over his mouth. 

“None of that shit, baby,” Valentino purred, reaching up to pull Vox’s hand away. “Lemme hear ya.”

Vox shuddered, and his back arched slightly when Valentino put his tongue on him again. With all the eagerness of a dog greeting its owner for the first time in a long while, Valentino licked and sucked on Vox’s already drenched core. He snaked his tongue around the desperately throbbing clit, and closed his mouth over it while flicking the tip of his tongue against it at the same time. 

“Fuck!” Vox shouted. His hands came down on top of Valentino’s head, holding him firmly in place while his hips bucked hard upwards. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Val, how do you--- how do you even know how to do that with your tongue?”

Valentino took it as a rhetorical question and thus didn’t stop the merciless fondling of Vox’s clit. Nonetheless, he was flattered. If there was one thing he prides himself in, it was his ability to bring people to their knees. Well, metaphorically speaking. 

Vox’s legs trembled fiercely on either side of his face. When they tried to close around him, Valentino used two hands to force them open, and Vox was done for. 

“Val, I’m---” he whimpered. 

Valentino knew, so of course he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked Vox’s clit as if that was his ticket to Overlord status, and even brought down a hand to tease his entrance just as Vox hit his climax. 

It was loud, and it was messy, but Valentino wasn’t about to start caring about that now. His tongue flicked and rubbed his pulsing clit until Vox jerked away from him and pushed against his forehead. 

“No--- no more,” he said breathlessly, followed by a weak laugh. Valentino looked at him. He didn’t stop. Vox gasped sharply when Valentino’s tongue continued teasing him. 

“N-No, Val, I’m---- ahnn, I’m serious!”

“Are ya though?” Valentino purred and suckled lightly on his clit. Vox doubled over, grasping the back of Valentino’s head tightly. 

“Please, I can’t--- take anymore!” Vox gasped. 

“Tell me ‘red’. Then I’ll stop.”

Vox panted and whimpered, but he didn’t say ‘red’, so... Valentino simply kept going.

Vox managed to come three more times in rapid succession before he safe-worded. And, much to his credit, Valentino pulled back immediately after. He cuddled up next to a vaguely spasming Vox. He looked around his apartment. The lights were still on. 

“Not good enough to cause a total black out, I see,” he joked with a wide grin. His face was wet and sticky, and he was desperate for a shower, but he wasn’t going to just abandon Vox. 

Vox weakly hit him in the chest, an even weaker laugh bubbling out of his open mouth. 

“Shut... shut up.”

“Gotta up my game,” Valentino continued, pulling Vox close in a tight embrace. He immediately leaned into it. 

“If you up your game any further, I will cause a city-wide black out. Is that what you want?”

“Yeah. Would be fun to see everybody panic.”

“You’re an ass,” Vox laughed. Valentino snickered. 

“Yeah, well, you’re the one stuck with me now, baby.”

“Woe be upon me.”

They cuddled for a few minutes, something that was exceptionally foreign to Valentino. His clients were usually all about the pump and dump. They never cared for aftercare, or reassurance on Valentino’s behalf. No, rather, Valentino was used to being the whore that everybody wanted for the night, but nobody wanted for the long term. 

Maybe... maybe here was someone different...?

He dared let a flicker of hope burn inside him. 

Then he pushed it away. Yeah, right. He was a whore, not a partner. 

“Baby, do you mind if I take a shower?” he asked Vox while stroking his upper back. Vox quickly detangled himself from Valentino, and somehow, despite that having been what Valentino wanted, that answer filled him with dread. 

“No, no, of course not, go right ahead,” he mumbled sheepishly. Valentino sent him a flirtatious smirk before getting up from the floor. 

Sauntering towards his massive bathroom, he let the act down once he was alone inside. Once alone inside, he knuckled the sink so tight he almost broke it clean off the counter. Staring into the mirror, he grit his teeth harshly. 

“You can’t go around catching feelings for every stupid fucking twink with a tragic backstory you see,” he hissed to his reflection. It was silent, simply scowled back at him. 

He pushed away from the counter forcefully and got out of his clothes before stepping into the shower cabin. Turning on the hot water, he sighed deeply when it cascaded down over his body. Fuck, that was the good stuff... 

Valentino was halfway through his shower, and the bathroom completely enveloped in dense steam, when he heard the clack-clack-clack-clack of expensive, Italian shoes stepping over the white marble. 

“Val?” came Vox’s nervous voice from the door. 

“What is it, baby?” Val answered, trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Someone is calling you. The display says... Angel Dust?” 

Valentino groaned at length and turned off the water. 

“I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, baby, don’t worry about it. Gimme my phone.”

Vox did. 

“Angel, honey,” Valentino said sweetly, pouring honey over his voice, “I’m busy right now. Can this wait until tomorrow?” 

“Please, Val, I just--- I just need you. Just for two minutes. That’s all. Promise.”  

Valentino glanced at Vox through the mist. 

“Angel, baby, I said, I’m busy. I’m gonna call you back tomor---”

“I miss you. I feel like I barely see you anymore these days, Val. What’s going on?” 

Valentino rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Angel,” he said, and a stern edge replaced the sweet honey in his voice, “I will. Call you back. Tomorrow. Got it?”

There was a long pause. He heard a sniffle through the phone. 

“S-Sure. Sure thing, Val. Talk tomorrow.”  

“Good boy.” 

Valentino hung up and then groaned at length again. 

“Who are they?” Vox asked, sitting on the toilet cover. Valentino could hear the struggle in his voice; he was trying to sound nonchalant. 

“Aww, jealous, baby?” Valentino snickered and stepped out of the shower cabin, grabbing a fresh towel. 

“N-No,” Vox answered way too fast. Valentino started drying himself off, his back to the other demon, but was interrupted by two sets of sharp claws on his bony hips. Then there was the warm weight of Vox’s screen on his upper back, just as the claws snuck around his narrow waist and locked together. 

“Don’t lie,” Valentino purred. “It ain’t a good look on ya, Voxxy.” 

“So, don’t lie to me, either,” Vox mumbled. “Who is that... Angel Dust?”

Valentino sighed. 

“I guess you could call him my boyfriend. At least, that’s what he wants us to be.”

“And you?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you want you guys to be?”

Valentino shrugged and tried to pry himself out of Vox’s embrace. But Vox was surprisingly strong and determined. 

“Aaww, what’s it to ya, baby, hmm? You want to be my new boyfriend, huh, is that it?”

Vox went still, and Valentino knew he had hit the nail on the head. 

“Baby,” he purred, stroking Vox’s hands and arms slowly. “I can’t just throw him to the curb, now can I? Just because I found you? I need to have some principles.” That last part was mostly a lie, though. 

Vox was quiet. Probably pouting, too. Valentino rolled his eyes, not caring if the steam had dissipated enough that Vox could see it in the mirrors lining the wall. 

“Threesome?” he then suggested. Vox scoffed. “He’s amazing in bed, I promise.” Vox scoffed louder, clung tighter to Valentino. 

“Voxxy, baby, please---”

“I want to eat you out, too!” Vox suddenly blurted out. 

This gave Valentino pause. Instantly, excitement coursed through his veins. He had never allowed anyone to eat him out. Not that anyone had had much interest in that, anyway. For most clients, they just wanted to dip their cock in him. 

“Ask me nicely,” he then purred. 

“What? It’s supposed to be the other way aro---”

“Ask me. Nicely. And then maybe I’ll give you the honor.”

Vox groaned. 

“Fuck’s sake, Val, just let me do this for you? Please? You treated me so well, it’s only fair I return the favor. Please.”

Valentino turned around in the embrace, looking down at Vox with a wide grin. 

“I like hearing you beg, actually. It’s a good sound on ya. Alright, fine. You can eat me out.”

“You could sound more enthusiastic about it.” 

Valentino huffed. 

“Do you wanna do it or not, baby?”

“Yes!” 

“Then get to it.” 

Valentino sat back on the small step in the shower cabin. He spread his legs wide and looked up at Vox, not without a sizable knot in his chest, and trying to ignore the way his breathing was already getting faster. 

“You can take a towel to kneel on if you wanna.”

“So generous,” Vox snickered and grabbed Valentino’s damp towel. He folded it a few times before kneeling in front of Valentino. Then he seemed to hesitate. He peered up at him. 

“I have... never done this.”

“Congratulations, that makes two of us.” 

Vox frowned. Valentino cursed on the inside. 

“You have eaten out before. Val, you can’t lie to me about that.”

“I meant, dumbass, that I have never allowed anyone to do that to me,” Valentino growled. “Now, get to it or get lost.”

Vox took that quite literally, and dove between Valentino’s spread legs to get to work. His tongue was immediately on his folds; lapping, licking, and sucking. 

Valentino had not expected it to feel that good.  

Sure, his female clients always went insane for cunnilingus, and he had always kind of just assumed that they exaggerated their pleasure so he felt better about himself. Because surely, nothing could be that good, right?

Not. 

This was that good. Sure, Vox’s tongue was sloppy and uncertain, but the pleasure coursing through Valentino was very much that good. It hit him hard and heavy and made him moan loudly. His wings even fluttered. Just briefly, but still. 

“What the fuck, Vox,” he growled and pressed up into Vox’s mouth. Vox grunted and planted his hands on the inside of Valentino’s slim thighs, keeping them spread. His claws dug into the purple flesh, and while Vox was worried about piercing the skin, Valentino seemed to not worry about that. 

Valentino normally prided himself in his stamina. He could last for hours without getting tired or needing a break. But this? Right here, right now, Vox working him like that? He suddenly couldn’t think straight. 

“Fuck,” he cursed and banged his head back against the shower stall, clutching Vox’s screen tightly. His remaining three hands tried to busy themselves with whatever else was in here. Which wasn’t a whole lot. One hand slammed against the glass of the stall as Valentino moaned loudly. Vox didn’t jump, much to his credit. 

He was warm and giddy throughout his entire body, and he felt as though all his arousal was flowing south, forming a tight knot in his lower stomach. It was too good, actually.  

“Fuck, Vox , Vox Vox Vox,” he panted and thrust his cunt against Vox’s screen. His tongue went from licking his folds to instead flick against his clit, and Valentino had to bite one fist to keep quiet. 

“It feels good, huh?” Vox sounded way too smug.

“If you’ve got the energy to make comments, you’re not focusing enough,” Valentino growled, but he was breathless already. He needed... just a little bit more...

“Fuck, Vox, finger me!”

Vox faltered. 

“Val, my claws, they will---”

Valentino growled and grabbed one of Vox’s hands, roughly and rather clumsily placing it by his entrance, bumping against Vox’s face. 

“This is about me, not you, Vox. I said, finger me.” 

He felt Vox shudder between his legs, and, credit where credit is due, Vox began fingering Valentino while also continuing to suck on his clit. Valentino let go of his hand and used his own to hold his legs open.

Vox’s claws did hurt as they scraped against his insides, but for Valentino, that was part of the fun. The pain was delicious, and complemented the pleasure quite nicely. All of it burnt through his veins, threatening to sear his nerve endings, fry him, make him go up in smoke. 

He pointed his toes and gasped loudly when Vox tilted his screen just so, hitting so good a spot that Valentino began babbling inanely.

“Fuck, Vox, that’s it, that’s the fucking spot!” 

Vox groaned and pressed himself harder against Valentino’s cunt. If he was just acting as if he wanted to please Valentino, he was a fucking fantastic actor.  

“Do not fucking stop, you hear me? If you stop, I am shutting you down for go--- ohh fuck!”  

Vox twisted his wrist and sped up his fingers as they thrust relentlessly into Valentino, his tongue running merciless circles around his clit. 

It was, really, inevitable. The pleasure was bound to break, to crescendo. But Valentino was not ready for the sheer intensity of it. Fireworks went off inside his brain and behind his closed eyes. In a way, it was a bit like how he remembered celebrating the Fourth of July back in his living life. Fireworks and an endless supply of drugs and booze. 

Only, this high was better than anything chemical he had tried. 

“Vox,” he choked out, trying to pry the demon off of him. For all his shameless talk and wanton desires, the idea of coming in Vox’s mouth was filthy.  

“Vox, fucking hell, I’m going to come!”

Vox seemed to take this to mean that he should super glue himself to Valentino’s cunt, because he licked him faster and harder, while at the same time curling his claws repeatedly in a ‘come hither’ motion inside him. 

Valentino’s vision exploded in a cascade of colors, and the bathroom was suddenly filled with a cacophony of sounds that he, later on, would flat-out refuse ever having made. The tight knot unfurled and seeped out of him, while he had a hard time breathing. Two hands clutched Vox’s screen tightly, a third was plastered against the glass, and a fourth against the wall of the shower cabin. 

“Vox, Vox, Vox,” he panted, forcing his name past his lips despite barely having enough air in his lungs to sustain himself. 

But, like any other high, the crash set in way sooner than he would have liked. He was still buzzing pleasantly when he let go of Vox’s screen, and Vox sputtered and coughed for air himself, pulling back from Valentino. 

Valentino’s eyes were closed, until he felt Vox’s soothing claws against his inner thighs. He winced slightly when he pulled them out of him, letting them caress his other thigh. 

“You did good, Val,” he purred. 

"Shut up,” Valentino muttered, breathless, and verging on laughing. 

“Naahh. I think I’ll have this looming over you for the rest of eternity, actually,” Vox said smugly. “Unless you become my partner.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Why not both?”

Valentino considered it for a second. 

“What of Angel?”

Vox shrugged. 

“He’s not my problem.”

Valentino laughed and put a hand on his forehead. 

“God, you’re hot when you don’t give a shit, Voxxy. Fuck it, fine. We’re business partners first, fuck buddies second. Got it?”

“Got it,” Vox grinned and got up. His knees creaked. “What will you say to Angel Dust?”

Valentino shrugged, getting up as well. His ass ached from having sat on the hard perch for so long. Nothing he wasn’t used to, though. 

“Let me deal with him. Hell, maybe we can all have some fun at some point. His dick game is simply unmatched, I tell ya.”

“It better be if you keep him around.”

“Ohh, jealous, Voxxy?” 

Vox squeezed Valentino’s plump rear before giving it a firm slap. Valentino giggled and spun around in a flurry of wings and fur. 

“Well. Don’t worry your pretty TV screen head... thing... about it. Maybe, when you and I are Overlords, we can have him working for us. What ya think about that, baby?”

Vox pondered it for a moment, then grinned maliciously. 

“I like the sound of that. Now, get dried off. We have business to do, don’t we, Val? Some Angels need slaying.”

[yukittywrites]

Motorcycles and Bad Boys~

this time i didn't forget about you guys! ive been writing about yuta from nct on my ao3 and not focusing on threadfics so i havent reformatted any for a while!

check out my ao3 @Yukitty_Writes for longer oneshots! (im talking 15-50k words)

warnings// nothing, just some sexy teasing!

700 words, minhwa, 3rd person POV

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"I'm going to kill myself, I'm never showing my face again, I'm moving to America." Seonghwa moans, collapsing onto a table in the college cafe. "

Why?" Hongjoong asks. Yunho laughs, "Someone overheard Hwa ranting about how much he wants Mingi to fuck him—" "

Song or Lee?"

"Song. and they filmed it, then posted the video and tagged like half the student body so now everyone has seen."

Hongjoong winces, "Really Hwa? Bad boy, player, Song Mingi?"

"But he's hot though!"

"He's never even going to look at you."

"I know that! Which is why I was fine with just crushing on him, but no!" Seonghwa says melodramatically.

Yunho laughs, "At least it's not the worst you've ever told us you wanted him to do."

"I could've spent my whole life without anyone knowing that I wanted Mingi to fuck me against his fucking motorcycle!" Seonghwa hisses.

Hongjoong chokes on his coffee "Holy shit, that's what everyone heard you say? That's so embarrassing for you." he gasps.

Seonghwa whines, "Wow, I couldn't tell, the fact that I had four different people call me a variation of 'slut' today didn't clue me in!"

"I think there's a solution to this." Yunho says.

Seonghwa looks up, hoping for the solution.

"Just confess to him."

"No! What the fuck? You want me to just walk up to him and say "Hey, you heard me say I wanted you to fuck me against a motorcycle, and I really want to date you?" Like that's not creepy?" he whispers.

"Well he just entered the cafe, so you have a chance." Hongjoong says.

"Oh fuck, kill me now. Hide me from him."

"He's walking towards us."

"No, no, no, no." Seonghwa says quickly, sliding down in the chair as Mingi moves closer.

When the man of the hour finally arrives, Seonghwa sits up despite wanting to crawl under the table the second he stood in front of them.

"Hey, sweetheart, I see you have a little crush on me." a deep voice purrs from behind him.

Yunho practically snorts as Seonghwa's face goes bright red at the voice.

"Oh don't ignore me Seonghwa, you know you're beautiful, right?" Mingi says, now standing directly beside him. Seonghwa makes the mistake of looking Mingi in those beautiful foxy, lined, eyes and now he can't even speak.

"Oh wow, you're really cute." he grins. Seonghwa's lips part in shock.

"Are you gonna say something back to me, baby?" Mingi smirks.

Seonghwa's lips part further as his eyes widen. He jolts when Yunho kicks him in the shin, saying, "Please say something before you embarrass yourself further."

One would think he would manage to make a coherent sentence, or say hello like a normal person. Instead the words that tumble out of his mouth are "You're hot."

His hands reach up to slap over his mouth at the same time Hongjoong and Yunho groan simultaneously.

Mingi laughs, his deep voice sending waves over Seonghwa's body and getting him embarrassingly aroused. "Oh I've heard that from a lot of people, sweetheart. I've heard it from your mouth before. After all, weren't your words 'Mingi could bend me over his motorcycle with everyone watching and I'd tell him 'yes sir, more''"

Seonghwa's face goes redder, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Do I look uncomfortable, baby? If you're into it, then almost anything is possible." Mingi grins, gripping Seonghwa's face between his thumb and forefinger.

Seonghwa resists the urge to moan, his eyes lidding as he gulps. "Aw, would you look at that. You look like you're about to cum in your pants." Mingi murmurs, his lips close to Seonghwa's.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Hongjoong yelps, slightly horrified.

"This is a public place, not a bedroom." Yunho laughs.

Mingi's smirk only deepens and darkens, "Well then what do you say, Seonghwa? Want to come to my bedroom?"

"Oh god, please." Seonghwa gasps. Mingi pulls him up from his seat as Seonghwa almost stumbles into him.

"Then let's go." Mingi murmurs.

"And do me a favour, sweetheart, try to cover that big problem you have down there."

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oneshot book containing this one and more linked here

[lokissweater]

HONEY ILL ALWAYS COME BACK FROM WAR JS FOR YOUUUU 🫵😣💕 like im tryna show off in war to come home to my wife duh like that’s my sole purpose 😻😻😻

(LET ME PREFACEEEEE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ASK BC IM RESPONDING TO UR RESPONSE TEWWW AND GIVING MY THOTS ON ANNI GUMIIIIIII)

KENTO TAKING CARE OF READER WHILE SHES EXHAUSTED IS SO CUTEEEE (but not exhausted for that knight in shining armor’s sword tho iykyk 😜😜😜) he can spank us all he wants bc he’s a GOOD MAN 😋😋😋

THANK YOU FOR SEEING THE VISION ON EX SUKUNA POOKIE?!?!?! LIKE bro had us and decided to fck around and find out and now we exes, and now he want us back bc he’s down bad and YEARNINNNNGGGGGGG 😣😣😣 either it was emotional constipation (I can totes see this) or some external factor that tore them apart 🙁💔 but like it’s his fault in the end, I’m not taking other answers. Mans needs to GROVEL!!!! 😻😻😻 and band!gojo, he’s so charming… #romanempirefr and THANK YOU FOR THE STRONG READER AGENDA BC GIRLIE NEEDS A BACKBONE TO PUT THAT BITCH INTO PLACE 🫵😋

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, IKKKKKKK you’ll COOK on new au gumi dhekjdowmeke alr drooling thinking abt it 🤤🤤🤤 imagine there’s a caseoh cameo in one of ur fics, I’d cackle tbh (GAMER AU WITH A CHARACTER AND THEY COLLAB W THE CUTESY GINGER HUNK?!?!?! 🫵😻) DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY APPRECIATION TO THE UNIVERSE TO LET ME EXIST AT THE SAME TIME AS YOU TO READ YOUR FICS GIRLLLL 😣😣😣😣😣💕💕💕💕💕💕 I exist solely to read ur fics, period. 😋💕

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I STARTED SOBBING WHEN I READ ANNI MLB!GUMI BC IT HEALED SMT WITHIN ME…

tldr, I acc have an ex from hs, lasted around 3 years and 4 months so very close to the fic, I had to do a fcking double take girl 😨😨😨 I had a similar experience too abt the money thing, bro was kinda well off but only bought/paid for things that also benefitted him (ie dinner or buying me in game cosmetics for a game I don’t play much, js to force me online despite me not liking that game anymore) 😕😕😕

ANYWAYS, GUMI WOULD NEVERRRR LIKE MANS KNEW WHAT TF TO BUY FOR READER???? WITHHOUT EXPECTING MUCH BACK??? I STARTED BAWLING NICKIIIII 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 their relationship is so insanely healthy and sweet and cute and gosh. I can imagine that he has notes on what she likes and writes in them over the span of their relationship 🥹🥹🥹 and the friendship between the 4 idiots is always so fun to read, the dynamic is SOOOOOO CHEFS KISS 😣🎀 I fear bff would even ask her own man Yuji to judge reader’s outfit so she can get ready for her steamy sesh w gumi 😜😜 (but ofc hedgehog over here would go feral 😹😹)

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR WEEK MY LOVEEEE 🫵😣💕💕💕 I need to catch back up on sleep bc I’ve been studying for finals :(

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BAHAHAHAHAHAH NO LITERALLY reader was a little whore for kento and was too tired to walk and be responsible, but she up and running and alert for that poised respectable cawk!!! 😝😝 AND AS SHE MF SHOULD !!! 🫦🫦 i am no better…. SOMEONE COME SPANK ME 😻😻

NOOOO BECAUSE MY BABY BLUE BOWS you don’t understand how genius you are for that concept of sir kuna and exes to lovers i actually started fucking vibrating and going crazy THINKING of the desperation he’s under for reader and so much REGREEEETTTTTT and trying to hard to get her back that it’s eating him absolutely ALIVE !!! his dignity is out the window and he’s smothering and DEMANDING reader to please just listen to him and give him a chance 🫦🫦🫦 I LOVE A BEGGING FUCKING MAN OK ARREST MEEEEE !!! ARREST MEEEEE I LOVE IT WHEN MEN CRY 😻🫶🫶🫶 meow meow

so i WILL be writing this i promise yew my love congratulations you just got sukuna on a foreseeable rotation 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶 MWAAHHHH I LOVE YOUR BRAIN ❤️❤️❤️❤️ AND BIIITCHHH IM CRYING A MF CASEOH CAMEO IN THE FICS IS SOOO FUNNNYYYYY I HAVE TO DO IT !!!!

AND OMFFFGGGGG GIRLLLLLL YOU AND I ARE SIMILAR AAAAFFFFFFF !!! i cannot believe my precious little baby bows went through that shit ESPECIALLY when that mf was well off ??? HELLO ???? WHERE THE FLOWERS THAT YOU DESERVE AT AND THE JUST BECAUSE GIFTS ???? NOT giving you shit that’s beneficial to him oh my god are you fucking kidding me rn … let’s not be lame please dear god.

let’s just say i was writing those scenarios based off of personal experience … BUT I DIGRESS !!! i hope you’re happier now my baby and just KNOWWWW … that i could treat you better 🫦🫦 AYO WHAT??? 😝😝😝 LMFAO WTF idk who just said that rn that was so weird !😻

AND I KNOOOOWWWWWWW GUMI IS SO FUCKING HEALING FOR ME BRO that man just KNOWS. watches readers every move and makes sure that she’s happy with him and makes CONSTANT mental notes in his head every time he hears even a GUSP from reader 🥹🫶🫶 new mary jane pumps just dropped ???? and yes she has five other pairs (from him already) but it’s a different color she doesn’t have ??? and did she just slightly gasp but then hide it bc omg she already has so many pairs she needs to stop ???

gumi just nods to himself. 😻 gumi makes a note of it and tucks it away for later. 😻 gumi goes to buy said shoes the next week. 😻

AND YEEESSSSS I LOVE THE FOUR OF THEM SOOOO FUCKING MUCH WRITING THEM IS ONE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAAAVVVV THINGS TO DOOOOO !!!! they’re so stupid and i love the fights 😻😻🫶🫶 AND THE WAY yuji would be so focused too in trying to pick a good outfit for steamy sesh and reader is MORTIFIED about it and they both genuinely do not see what the issue is 😭😭😭😭 parents af 😻🫶

I LOOOVEEEE YOUUU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU MY BABY BLUE BOWS THANK YOU SOOOOO MUUUCHHHH FOR COMING TO VISIT ME AND MAKING ME LAUGH AND MAKING ME NOT GO FAWKIN CRAZY BC OF MY STUDIESS !!!! 😝😝😝 PLEASE have the GREATEST rest of your week my love you DESERVE IT !!!! please take care and stay safe and look both ways before you cross the street !!! :33 <3333

AND YES CATCH UP ON THAT BEAUTY REST PLEASE !!!! I NEED TO HEAR YOU HONK SHOOING !!!!!! 😻😻😻

MWAH MWAH TILL WE MEET AGAIN !!! <333

[actualbird]

now i'm kinda curious actually... do you think when luke got his illness and all, do you think nsb would've let him retire then and there, or is luke just so good of an agent that they couldn't let them go? cause i can sort imagine nsb going like: "hey luke, we can let you off. we'll handle treatment and all. but please live a normal life" but then luke rejecting that offer because he'd still want be useful in some way... HUUUUU

THIS IS A FUN QUESTIONS CUZ LIKE.....i have several different views on how it could go

but before i go into this i wanna make it clear that like, i do Not think that nsb lets or even Wants luke to retire at his current age. illness aside, hes 24 and at his prime in terms of the rest of his health and his skills, AND in canon we see the nsb as still actively giving luke orders and missions (heck, the nsb is the entire reason luke is in the nxx investigation team at all, hes there on nsb orders and im never forgetting that because what a delightful chekov's gun; the only member of the team who has a completely different organization as another power to listen to)

SO all these views on how the nsb lets him go to stellis is less of the nsb allowing a retirement, and more of the nsb allowing a location reassignment. since that seems to fit better with what we see in canon.

plus, in canon, it's already mentioned that the Main Reason luke moved back to stellis was because of the nsb order to join the nxx team, with the secondary reason that luke was aligned with this because this would let him investigate the drug's origin

SO all these views additionally are more talking about like.....more factors to help sway that decision In Addition to the canon factors

so my three views on how this goes is

1 ) they really just let him go/allowed his reassignment when he asked because hes just that good

this is the premise i use the MOST in my fics: in my aaron & luke NSB days fic "excuse me, sir, i am this agent's emotional support babysitter" and what i vaguely imply in the flashbacks of my one lukerosa fic "but little do we know, the stars welcome him with open arms" and the reason is cuz.......personal agency is a great narrative tool and theme

in both those fics, i was basically trying to highlight that luke's biggest enemy and thing that is dragging him down and making things hard for himself is, honestly, himself.

so how it goes in this view of "the nsb letting him go back to stellis" is that luke just has to ask. here's an excerpt from the aaron & luke fic (which, for context, is set before luke gets his illness):

It’s a sensitive topic, he’s come to learn. Luke's reactions swing between being vaguely hopeful to extremely volatile, when Aaron brings this up. “This” being how he thinks Luke should go home, go back to this certain someone he mentions sometimes, someone he seems to really care about. Like high tide and low tide, some days are manageable and other days drown Luke completely. On the good days, Luke stops the conversation and says that he’ll think about it. On the bad days… “I wonder what music she likes now,” Luke mumbles pensively. “You should ask her,” Aaron takes a chance. “When you get back to her.” Because all it’ll take is Luke making the decision. If the mighty Agent Raven appeals for a reassignment to Stellis, Aaron is pretty sure he’ll get it without question. He’s too valuable to piss off with bureaucracy, so all the kid has to do is want to go back. It’s simple. Luke doesn’t think it’s simple, though, and he goes quiet for a few seconds.

and there we have it, this bit in a fic i wrote in 2022 explains view number 1. i dont think the nsb willingly wants to lose agent raven in their main location of operations, but agent raven is too valuable to disagree with.

good thing he never makes any demands, not even the most human demand of wanting to go home.

this premise is a favorite of mine to lean back on in stories since it frames luke's self loathing and guilt as the main factor holding him back from joy. it highlights the unhealthiness of luke's mental state and the sheer consequences it causes. all that was between him and reuniting with his childhood best friend was a request, such a tiny thing that people know would get approved, but he himself wouldnt let him take that chance for a long time.

2 ) they let him go because hes just that good + his illness softened the way because he became less of an asset thanks to his time limit

view number 2 is basically view number 1 but with the nsb being much slimier (which still leads to the good effect of letting luke go back home) but BASICALY here: they REALLY dont want luke to leave the main location of operation, but hes too valuable to piss off and oofsies okay his illness now technically means he isnt at his prime.

their best agent has a time limit now, and thats kinda a bummer from a govt organization standpoint

this view is less "luke go forth and live a better life with the years u still have!" and more of the much unkinder "dang our favorite weapon is breaking :/ and hes not as perfect anymore because of that :/ fine fiiiine go home or whatever if you wanna and be productive to relevant cases there, you might as well"

basically view number 2 is view number 1 but now with more....systemic ableism //cringe emoji

but this is the premise that is the "most canon" in my head, even if i dont use it in fic as much. simply because it takes stock of both of luke's main issues (his horrible mental health and his deterioriating physical health) AND cuz....well....i know the nsb has been mostly shown as neutral-to-benevolent force in canon so far, but can ya blame me for not trusting the shady government organization? HAHA. ableism is definitely the kind of crummy that cld thrive in an environment like that

but speaking of horrid things...

3 ) they let him go because his reassignment to stellis and his illness perfectly coincided with the rise of the NXX Team and i fully think that the nsb has something to do with the nxx drug

AND NOW WE SWERVE INTO SOME BIG BAD GUY SHIT!!

some canon facts:

luke's illness was caused by an nxx contamination of the medicine used to treat him after a Disastrous Mission

that Disastrous Mission was an nsb mission that killed all his colleagues EXCEPT him

luke joining the nxx investigation team in 2030 was due to the nsb giving him orders to do so

some questions i have now about those canon facts

how did luke's medicine become contaminated with nxx?? i assume he was being treated by the nsb in an nsb facility, the security would be tight. how the heck did the nxx drug get past that.

how the heck did the nxx drug get past all that and get to luke specifically? luke who is now a very specific person because he was the only one to survive that mission. lethal drug contamination to only survivor sounds VERY MUCH like foul play was involved, doncha think?

sure, luke's assignment to the nxx team couldve been because it was convenient, they had their best agent there already with worthwhile personal stakes in the nxx drug. but....that seems TOO CONVENIENT, DONCHA THINK???

what im saying here is that i think the nsb definitely was setting this up. either they set up the mission and/or set up the contamination to get agent raven into the nxx team. why? idk yet. but again, i dont trust mysterious govt agencies HAHA, so thats my 3rd view

so...as u can see, all my views dont really posit the nsb as the good guys JHVSKJHFVDKSJ. at most, they can be the Meh guys, but whether or not they have Something to do with the broader nxx drug plot, it IS canon that like...

luke got caught up in an operation with them when he was 16-17 years old, and that led to him joining and led to them getting their most skilled agent

so how much of that was coincidence? and even if it was a coincidence, how much of "letting a teenager into a cutthroat govt organization before he's even legal" is ethical? if the nsb cld allow that, then their broader views of the value of Human Beings seems uh shallow, to say the least. and luke took to that kind of environment like he was meant for it, because even before the nsb and before his illness, he already had a deep desire to be useful, to not be a burden, to protect the people he loves and people who cannot protect themselves.

luke was a martyr in the making honored to take up the mantle. he was perfect for the nsb. way, way too perfect.

i dont think the nsb would let go of somebody like that without good reason, without strings attached, or without the "letting go" not actually being the freedom luke and the rest of us thinks it is

thanks for the ask :D

[darkravens-blogs]

The deers big meal

I don’t even know what this title is but it just popped in to my mind

Alastor x black!reader

Summary:where you and your family are having family dinner and Alastor can’t keep his hands off the food or you

Word count:I have no clue

Notes: your Alastor wife and this does have black foods in it specifically the foods I cook wit my family also this is not the Alastor smut I’ve been working on I’m still working on dat oh and since I’m black imma just talk how I normally do only when da reader or her partners talk tho but if yall can understand it I can change it just let me know

•Y/N POV•

“Aight yall I just got off dat phone wit mah ma and her and my pa or going to be coming to both meet yall and to cook yall thanksgiving dinner wit dat help of me” i say while i walk into the lobby”really im my god I can’t wait to meet them when are they coming” Charlie asked in excitement. “Dey coming ta day since we gotta start coming da day befo thanksgiving” “WHAT!” Everyone yelled(besides husk and Alastor they already knew that because they already met your parents and had dinner with them before) “ye is dat a problem or somethin”i say while tilting your head. “ no no no not at all I just wish you told us sooner when will they be here?” Charlie ask nervously “oh Dey be her in bout three or fo hours so imma go out and buy everythang I need Alastor I need ya to find me a big pot and I medium pot and well das it cuz imma go buy Alda seasonings” I say as al gave me a bright smile and nod while going to get me what I need.

•ALASTOR POV•

I wave bye the my wife and walk into the kitchen and grab every thing she needed”hey Alastor?” I turn around and see Charlie”yes dear” “um um so what is y/n’s family nice like her” .I laugh “yes dear they are but just like her if you get in there bad side they can be the most scary people you will ever meet trust me do not get in there bad side trust me matter fact I almost didn’t marry her because I made her mom and dad mad”. I say and laugh as I remember that day like it was yesterday back then I was so sad they I might not marry her and I was scared of her parents I still am just a bit.”but don’t worry cuz I did marry her after all after she conceived her parents to give me a second chance but once you get to know them there so lovely and sweet you’ll love them”.I say and walk out of the kitchen and go to sit in the lobby”wait you almost don’t marry her why I wanna know please tell us” Charlie said “yea smiles tell us and also tell us how you score a hottest ass baddie like y/n” angle said as Charlie sat next to him” oh um that’s a story for another day” I say nervously.

•TIMESKIP TO WHEN YO PARENTS GET DER•

•NO ONES POV•

“Ok ok guy der here guys remember say yes mama no mama yes sir no sir only al and husk and me can call them well not dat and please angle tone down the horniness of you can cuz if you flirt with my dad my mom will swing on you no questions asked.” you say to everyone one as Alastor coke and stands next to you and puts his arm around your waist and gives you a kiss on the cheek and smiles at you to which you return. as vaggie opens the door”hi ma hi pa” you say and run to hug your parents and hug them”hi dear” “hey sweetie” they say and hug you back.”aye Alastor how ya been son” your dad says as he walks up and hugs alastor” “I’m doing good sir how have yall been doing” Alastor says as he hugs your dad back.” That’s nice and you better be treating my daughter right or I will kill you and it will be slow and agonizing I might not even kill you right away but cha wish you was” your dad says and he hugs Alastor tighter and his voice gets deeper and his aura is beyond scary. Alastor gulps hard”y-yes sir I have” “good and how many times have I told you call me y/d/n dang boi loosen up every once and a good while son” your dad say say he stops hugging Alastor” ok now introduced us to all your nice friends”

•TIMESKIP TO AFTER THE INTRODUCTIONS(of course angle said some horny shit to your dad you can choose what he said)

“ excuse me boi the fick you say to my husband son I don’t care who you is I will knock yo ass the fuck out nigga” your mom says and and starts to walk to him with her fist up.” “ I fuckjng told yo ass angle” you mouth to him before you go to your mom.” Mom chill this is a good place and-“ before you can finish your mom cuts you off” I don’t give a fuck this could be a funeral and I’d still fuck him up” she says “baby hunny it’s fine I only love you” your dad jumps in and says “but-“ “ma he only loves you angel just can’t help himself it’s fine lest just start to cook dinner aye” you say “ o-ok fine but he better not do dat shit again I will kill his palm tree yoga girl looking ass” your mom says and you and everyone start to laugh.”ok mom let’s go dad you stay here and have fun talkin and checking up wit al and husker” you say and walk to the kitchen “Wait no no I lied you gotta do da chitins”.

Your mom is washing the greens while you’re cutting and washing the hogmals and your dad is washing the chitlins and everybody else is dying to the stench of the chitlins.” So how are you and al doing he treating you right” your mom says while still washing the greens “ yes mom and actually me and al have been um trying fo a kid and um I have a feeling pretty soon you’ll be a grandma” you say happily but then get nervous but then happily again.” WHAT! Really oh my satan what are you pregnant right now” “ no no no no NO bit we have been trying it was Al’s idea he saw how I was with the little cannibal children in cannibal town and some other children and wanted some of his own” you say and smile happily and your mom looks at yo with so much love and happiness for you. “ ok I’m done wit da hogmals I just gotta season dem” you say with a large smile on your face “ actually I’ll season them and all but can you start cookin dem I wanna suprise al with his moms jambalaya” you say excited and happy with a bright smile in your face. “ sure yea I can do dat you really love him don’t you sweetie” “ mo den anythang not even words or actions can prove much I love him”

Authors note:Part 2 will be out shortly I apologize for any miss spelled words of y’all don’t like or can’t understand how da reader and her ma and pa are talkin I’m sorry I can fix dat(hah see wat I did it’s form holes I can fix dat anyways) part two might be smut idk I might make dis into a three parter other den dat hope yall like it request are open if yall wanna request you can request anything within reason love yall enjoy da fic

[pipermint8magic]

Bruce visiting Jack /Joker and getting him out of Arkham.

(AU where Joker never became a villian!

His real name is Jack)

Batman pov.

At first i didnt recognize the pale man. But slowly I relized who he was...Jack!

Oh-oh god!

"Sir, ar-are you okay?"

He looked in pain,crying trying to stand,but before he fell I catched him.

'Oh, Jack, what happend to you?'

"ah, everything hurts!"

"Everything is going to be al-"

"Please stay away!"

"Im not here to hurt you! Im going to bring you to Arkham so you can get help."

I picked him up to bring him into the Batmobile.

He tried to escape put lost his breath quickly.

"Everything is going to be alright. I wont hurt you."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

'I know you wont, and im sorry for breaking youre heart, J.'

"Because, I promise I will help you."

At first he didnt say anything, but then said something that broke my heart and hit with guilt

"Last time I trusted someone, they hurt me and that got me looking like this..."

' Jack, babe, I'm sorry! I want you back! I never meant things to turn this bad!'

"It's alright, you don't have to trust."

The ride was silent except for some laughter.

It was laughter from pain.

I wanted to hug him, comfort him,remove the mask, but if I did, he will have a break down... actually no, he would have a second one and propably a heart attack.

No, instead I put on some music which he slowly fell asleep

I gave him to the doctors and said "I will let Wayne know about him. He will be intrested to visit."

The doctors nodded and I went back to the Batmobile. Giving a last look at the small figure being taken for care.

Atleast I hoped.

Sadly I could only visit him as Bruce Wayne in a week. Harley decided to bring her crime to the next level. Luckily I could stop her and she was placed into Arkham. I requested her to be placed far away from Jack.

When I asked as Batman how he was, doctors said he was healing. They said it with a hint of disgust, but I trusted them so I left.

But today my trust fell.

They tried to turn me away, but I had none of it!

So I went to see Jack.

"What have you done with him?!"

"Mr. Wayne, we-"

"You, what? You were supposed to help him!"

"He was having problems."

"Yeah, no wonder he was. Out of all people you should know beating or giving somone unknow drugs is a risk! Were you trying to kill him?!"

"Sir, he is a criminal. He tried to attack a officer after -"

"Did you hurt him first?"

The doctor nodded.

"*sigh *I came for a visit, and after im done, I want to know everything whats been going on. And I will take him with me as well."

"Bu-"

"I will get the police involved. If you want to have a chance for a job, you will tell us the truth." I said and the doctor decided to let me stay and went away.

"Jack?"

"B-Bruce?" he looked at me with fear but also anger.

"Jack, I-"

"What do you want from me, Wayne?"

"Jack, look I came here to visit you. And apolagize."

"Apolagize?"

"Yes. I didnt mean to brake things up with you. I wanted to apolagize sooner, but couldn't. Im sorry."

I gently placed my hands on his cheeks and gave him a warm smile.

"This is all youre fault."

"I know, and I-"

"Dont say youre sorry. I heard it. I want to give you a chance, but I'm pretty sure you moved on from me."

"No!"

"Huh?"

"I mean no. I have not. It's true, I did try, but I relized that youre the one I care about. You trusted me, and I broke you. I see what this place is doing, and Im willing to help you heal, give you a place."

Silence...

"Why?"

"I-I still love you. Always have. "

With that Jack started crying, so I gently huged him, being carefull with the chain around his waist.

I noticed that they dont have cameras. So not only do they abuse him and others propably, but also don’t keep a eye on him.

"Y-you said -"

"I know what I said back then. *sigh * look how about we get you out of here and home, alright?"

"You do that... for me?"

As prove I kissed him and said

"Always."

* time skip to when Bruce is taking Jack home*

"J, you alraight?"

"*sigh * Do I look alraight?"

He was looking out of the window, staring on his reflection.

"I look like a monster..."

"It's not what I see."

"You must be blind."

"Jack, I see that youre a butefull man. Even with the white skin and green hair."

"Thank you...You didn't have to do this. "

'But I did... ' i think to myself, but give a kiss to him, before focusing on the road.

"Hey, be carefull."

"Yeah, yeah." I say and smile.

I quickly looked at him and decided to get some stuff at the store.

"Huh?"

"Wait here, I'll be back soon, okay ?"

"okay *sigh *"

I go to get food for him. He looked like he didnt eat anything.

I buy him some donuts for now and a milkshake. But before I left, something cought my eye.

A rainbow blanket.

"Excuse me! How much for this?"

Was it expensive? Yes, but I only cared about giving Jack some joy.

"Hey, I'm back! Got you some stuff."

I get out the blanket and wrap it around him, and gave him his food.

"F-for me?"

"Ofcurse!"

"Thank you." he gave me a smile, so I smiled back.

* almost home *

"Enjoying the food?" I ask as he almost finishes his last donut and nods.

'Good'

"J?"

"Hmm?"

"I want to ask you... What happend after I kicked you out (without a reason) and before the accident?"

He gave no answer, instead looking down and shaking.

"Jack?" I ask as I noticed tears falling down his face.

"Just, just drive... "

[blackoctober-blog]

Black October 2.0

Cloverfield October 31 1963.

It was cold halloween night in Cloverfield. All the kids were trick or treating with their parents. Only one kid wasn't doing it. Alex Grove. Alex was rather specific kid if it comes to hanging out with other kids. He wasn't very liked in his school or neighborhood. Mostly because he acted bad or as some people say like little devil. Alex had weird hobby. He liked staring at his mom window. He also liked torturing poor animals. Poor parents didn't know what to do with him. They tried so many psychologist and so many therapist but nothing worked. Oh it was like hell for them. All the neighbors were making fun of Grove family. Not long ago Alex started hearing voices that told him that he must kill His family. Every night he had terrible nightmares about bloody rituals and druids. He wasn't very talkative child but rather quiet. Alex was only child that his parents had and they truly loved him. Now it's halloween and Alex is walking towards his house. Before he came in to the house he heard his parents talking about him:

Miss Grove:I don't know Honey. Mabye we should wait and give it another chance.

Mrs Grove:No i made up my mind. Alex isn't good or safe for our family. Especially with our new miracle. I don't want to think about all those horrible things he could have done to our little princess.

Miss Grove:But Alex is our son. Don't you think we should try helping him.

Mrs Grove:I think we did everything we could. Now let's somone take care of him.

Miss Grove:I hope he ends up in the house that will show him as much as love we did.

They hugged each other while Miss Grove was clearly upset about this whole situation. Alex didn't understand much but he did understand that they want to replace him. He was upset, angry and knew what he had to do. He needed to kill this baby. Then it will be just him and his parents again. He went to the backdoor and waited for his father to go out. Then he quietly sneaked in and patiently waited for perfect moment. He saw his mom doing laundry and this was it. He knew that his mom is going to go upstairs so if he's going to push her hard enough so she will fall directly at her stomach the baby will be dead. Yes that's what he's going to do. He sneaked upstairs and waited for his mom to come. As his mom was taking first step downstairs she felt strong pushing on her back. She turned around and saw Alex.

Miss Grove:Alex? What are you doing?

He didn't answer he just stood there waiting for her next move. His mom was very close to falling and that's what he wanted.

Miss Grove:Alex! Help mommy! Please!

Alex:Goodbye mommy.

And it happened. He pushed Miss Grove with all his strength and she fell down braking her neck and receiving massive skull injury wich caused inside bleeding. It was fast but yet painful death. Poor Miss Grove. All she wanted was to have happy family and now this? Where did she go wrong?

Mr Grove:Alex! What did you do!?

Mr Grove came back home and saw something he was worried about the most. His own son killed his wife.

Few hours later:

Police officer:I'm sure it was an accident. I mean how can 6 year old child kill someone?

Mr Grove:No it wasn't an accident. He did it on purpose. I'm sure.

Police officer:Well we could put him in mental institution but im not sure if 6 year old would fit in? Are you sure you want this.

Mr Grove:Do I have any other option?

Police officer:Well if you want we can put Alex in military. When he turns 14 he will be able to join army as his punishment.

Mr Grove:Well ok. Let's do it.

Police officer:For now we will keep Alex in insolation.

Mr Grove:Thank you sir.

Mr Grove walked away leaving Alex with his new psychiatrist.

7 year later:

Mr Hill:I really don't know what to do with him anymore. He's terrible. He treats other kids like some kind of objects.

Police officer:Is it really that bad? I mean what did he do?

Mr Hill:He beat up one kid so hard that he broke his teeth and all because he wanted to sit with him. I don't know Mabye I'm not good enough for him and I can't make him better?

Police officer: Look we don't really have anyone else who would want to work with him. You just have to go through this last year and then Alex will be gone to the military. Can you do this?

Mr Hill:Yeah I guess.

Mr Hill agreed but really wasn't sure if he wants to do this. He would rather work with nice kids than that little devil. He was just hoping that this year will go fast.

Alex was sitting in his room writing in his notebook. He was writing everything in there. From bad feelings to those he couldn't explain. It was like his own secret diary. He heard door opening and Mrs Hill came in.

Mr Hill:You really fooled that judge yesterday did you Alex?

Silence

Mr Hill:You know you can fool everyone but not me. I'm not going to stand here and watch as you ruin everything. I make sure you get punishment you deserve.

1 year later:

Police officer:Well this it Alex. Today is the day you join the military. I hope this will teach you something. Hopefully your new Trainer will be able to bring on good path of life. Good luck.

Alex was left with his new Military trainer who wasn't very happy to see him. Let's just say he was not going easy with people like Alex.

After few weeks of constant Alex insult and acting like total jerk to others his trainer had enough and quit and possibly committing suicide. It wasn't like Alex had changed over this few years but he learned how to use people so they do what he wants. He also learned how to cope with others feelings. This is how he got out. He pretended he changed and that he's good now. Well not exactly.

September 27. 1976.

Suzanne was at home preparing some dinner for herself and Alex. Of course Alex was at work. Well he's working to make some more money. Suzanne started to notice sudden change in Alex behavior. He became more chaotic and stressed. This also affected Suzanne. She became more depressed and tired. She was doing everything she can to make Alex feel better and yet she felt like he doesn't appreciate it. Time passed and Suzanne started to remember that Jill said something about Alex cheating on her. Suzanne didn't want to believe this. She quickly shrugged this feeling off and returned to her tasks. After she made dinner she decided to clean up a bit. She decided to start with Alex office. While she was cleaning the drawer she found something strange. Some kind of document. She knew that Alex hated when she was going through his stuff but she just couldn't help it. She grabbed the document and started reading it. She was shocked to find out that her loving boyfriend killed his mom and ended up in military. Why Alex never told her that? Why was he hiding it? Oh so many questions. She heard door opening and quickly went downstairs.

Alex:I'm home. Is something wrong?

Suzanne:How could you lie to me!?

Alex:What are you talking about?

Suzanne:I'm talking about this!

She threw documents at Alex in anger.

Alex:Shocking. You were going through my stuff again even when I clearly told you not to do that!?

Suzanne:No i was just cleaning and I found it. Now explain yourself!

Alex:You want the truth? I tell you the truth. I killed my mother and it was not intentional. I only wanted to be her only child. I hate sharing.

Suzanne:You're sick Alex!

Alex:Don't worry darling soon you will be with her. I just need to cut you up nicely.

Alex took the knife and went directly at Suzanne. He was pointing knife at her threatening her.

Suzanne:Stay away!

Alex:Suzanne I'm just going to give a little mark nothing else and then we can forget about this whole situation.

Suzanne:STAY AWAY!

She spotted a broken glass on the floor and picked it up

Suzanne:Stay away or I hurt you with this!

Alex:Don't be foolish you can't hurt me. Give me back the bottle.

Suzanne:No!

Without warning Alex pulled out the bottle from Suzanne hand and turned it against her. Alex came close to Suzanne face and cut her cheek with broken glass bottle making huge scar on her right cheek.

Suzanne:Ahh! My cheek!

Suzanne started crying because of pain but also because she was betrayed by her own boyfriend. To her luck Jill was jogging around in her neighborhood and heard everything.

Jill:Stop right there! Leave her alone!

Alex:Wha-

Before Alex could react Jill had hit him with lamp.

Jill:Oh Suzanne my poor girl. Come on let's get to the hospital.

Few hours later

Police officer:I'm so glad you called us. This could have ended worse.

Suzanne:I just want to forget about this whole situation.

Jill:I take her to my house for the night. Thank you officer.

Suzanne and Jill walked away to Jill car.

October 30 1978

Suzanne just went out of the house. She had school today and today is halloween. Oh she loves halloween and autumn. Everything about autumn was beautiful. The colors, leaves and all this aura. Right now she was wearing her favorite turtleneck and long skirt. As she was walking away she heard her dad saying something to her

Suzanne dad:Don't forget to drop the keys off to the Grove house!

Suzanne:I won't!

Suzanne dad:They're coming to see it today.

Suzanne:OK!

Suzanne walked away from her house. While walking down the street to the Grove house she heard little boy voice. It was Tommy. Little boy Suzanne was babysitting tonight.

Tommy:Hi Suzanne!

Suzanne:Hi Tommy.

Tommy:Will you come over tonight?

Suzanne:Same time same place.

Tommy:Can we make pumpkin, watch horror movies, eat popcorn? Will you read to me?

Suzanne:Sure sure sure.

They walked together till Tommy stopped Suzanne.

Tommy:You shouldn't go in there. It's haunted house.

Suzanne:Don't worry. Watch.

Suzanne showed Tommy that she's putting the key under mat. What she didn't notice that somone was watching her as she walked away from the house.

Suzanne:See nothing bad happened.

Tommy:Johnny said that it's haunted house. He said that bad stuff happened in there.

Suzanne:Well Johnny probably won't make to the 5th grade. I have to go but see you later.

Tommy:Bye.

Suzanne walked away humming something under her nose not aware that someone is watching her.

At school:

Teacher:And that's where the book ends. Unhappy couple committing suicide because of love.

Suzanne really tried to focus on what was teacher saying but the view outside was much more interesting. Then she saw something strange. Man standing outside looking directly at her. No she must imaging things. She looked again and man was still there. Looking at her. It looked like he was scanning her with his eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again. He's gone. What was that?

Teacher:Suzanne?

Suzanne:Yes?

Teacher:Answer the question.

Suzanne:Oh the motive of unhappy love in Rome and Julie can be compared to our times in many ways. It can be taken as depressing love with no way out. It's like a torture.

Teacher:That's right. Unhappy love can't be fixed. It will always be like a torture for those who experience it.

Suzanne felt weird after her lesson. She just hoped this day won't get worse. Luckily for her Rose was walking with her.

Rose:Wow Suzanne i have never seen so much books. You're going to need shopping cart.

Suzanne:Are you going to halloween party tonight?

Rose:Oh totally. I just don't know if I have enough time to get ready. I have to get my hair done by 5:00 and I need to pick up my dress. I be totally wiped out.

Suzanne:I don't think you have enough time to do anything.

Rose:Totally.

Suzanne:As Usual I have nothing to do.

Rose:Well it's your own fault and I Don't feel sorry for you.

Jill:Hey Suzanne, Rose! Why didn't you guys wait for me?

Rose:We did 15 minutes. You didn't show up.

Jill:That's not true.

Suzanne:What's wrong Jill? You're not smiling.

Jill:Jake dragged me into boys locker.

Suzanne and Rose:Exploring unexplored territories?

Jill:Just talk.

Rose:Sure sure.

Jill: Jerk got caught throwing eggs at principal window. He won't go out tonight.

Suzanne:Aren't you babysitting tonight?

Rose:The only reason she babysits is because she needs a place to do it with Jake.

Suzanne:Shit

Jill:I have a place to do that

Suzanne:I forgot my chemistry book.

Rose:So who cares. I always forget my chemistry book and my math book and my English book. Who needs books anyway.

While Rose was talking Suzanne saw the same car that was outside the window today and same guy staring at them.

Rose:Isn't that Dave Vonage.

Suzanne:I don't think so

Rose:I think he's cute.

Jill:Hey Jerk speed kills!

The car stopped.

Jill:What? You Don't know a joke?

Again car drove away.

Suzanne:You know Jill someday you're going to get us all in big troubles.

Jill:I hate guys with car and no sense of humour.

Rose:No kidding.

Jill:So Rose what time should I pick you up?

Rose:I don't know yet I have to figure how to get rid of my brother from the house.

Suzanne:Aren't you babysitting Lindsay Smith tonight?

Jill:Yes I do

Suzanne:Oh that's great because I'm babysitting Tommy Salisbury. We can keep each other company.

Jill: How terrific I have two options. Sit with you or watch Rose screw around.

Girls walked together down the street until they got to Rose House.

Rose:See you

Jill:Bye

Suzanne:Bye

Now two girls were walking together until Suzanne saw somone behind the bush.

Suzanne:Jill look.

Jill:Look where?

Suzanne:Behind the bush.

Jill:I don't see anything.

Suzanne:You know that guy that you yelled at earlier? I think he's fallowing us.

Jill: Son of bitch.

Jill walked straight to the bush where creepy man was supposed to be:

Jill:Hey creep!

But none was there.

Jill:Oh Suzanne I think he wants to talk to you. He wants to ask you out.

Suzanne was confused now but she quickly walked where Jill was standing

Suzanne:He was standing right there.

Jill:Poor Suzanne. Scared another one way. It's a shame that you don't have anyone yet.

Suzanne:Boys thinks I'm too smart.

Jill:I Don't. I think you're wackos. Now you're seeing man behind bushes? You should go out more.

Suzanne:Mabye.

Jill:Yeah I bet you made small fortune from babysitting. You could use it. Well home sweet home. See you

Suzanne:Bye

Suzanne said bye to her friend as she walked away. The feeling of that someone is watching her was still with her. She turned around to see if someone was following her but none was there and then she bummed into someone.

Suzanne:Ahhh!

Mr Bradley:I'm sorry Suzanne I didn't mean to scare you.

Suzanne:Oh Mr Bradley I'm so sorry I didn't see you there.

Mr Bradley:Its ok. Hey its halloween after all so I guess one good scare is meant to everyone. Right?

Suzanne:I guess. Goodbye Mr Bradley

Mr Bradley:Goodbye Suzanne

Mr Bradley walked away leaving Suzanne. She finally got to her house. She was about to open the door but she heard something. The kids were already collecting candy. They were all dressed up in cute Halloween costumes.

Suzanne:Well kido I thought you outgrew from superstitions.

She walked inside the house.

Suzanne:Hi mom!

Suzanne mom:Hi Honey. How was school?

Suzanne:Oh it was alright as usual.

Suzanne mom:Are you babysitting tonight?

Suzanne:Yes im babysitting Tommy tonight.

Suzanne mom:OK just make sure to stay safe oh and call me if something will be wrong.

Suzanne:OK thanks mom.

Suzanne went to her room. She felt cold wind so she decided to close the window. Then she saw it. Some man was standing in her backyard watching her. She quickly closed the window and backed away in fear. Then she heard the phone ringing.

Suzanne:Hello?

Silence.

Suzanne:Hello? Who is this?

She heard nothing so she decided to put the phone down. Then it ringed again.

Suzanne:Hello?

Jill:Why did you hang up?

Suzanne:Jill? Was that you?

Jill:Yeah

Suzanne:Why didn't you say anything. You scared me.

Jill:I got my mouth full. Are you still freaking out about that guy outside school?

Suzanne:Yeah kinda.

Jill:Oh Don't worry about him. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Listen I pick you up at 5:00 ok?

Suzanne:OK. Bye

Jill:Bye

Suzanne ended conversation with her friend and went to lay on her bed.

Suzanne:Calm down. It's nothing.

At the police station:

Mr Hill:I'm telling you that he should have stayed in that hospital. He is dangerous.

Police officer:We Don't know what he's going to do. He's probably in town looking for new job.

Mr Hill:A man like him don't need a job. He only needs to kill. That's his main purpose. I'm going after him.

Police officer:Fine but you better be wrong.

Mr Hill drove away from the police station. He really hoped that his predictions were wrong.

Back to Suzanne:

Suzanne took a shower and now was getting ready for tonight babysitting. For now she was in her bathrobe. She went downstairs because she heard doorbell ringing. Before she opened the door she checked if it isn't that creep again. No it was Rose. Suzanne opened the door but before she could say anything Rose rushed inside.

Rose:Quickly! Shut the door! Shut the door!

Suzanne:What's wrong?

Rose: That guy was following me.

Suzanne:Are you sure?

Rose: Yes im sure. I couldn't see him very well but I think It's Jack Cole. His brother has a car like this.

Suzanne:He was standing outside school today starting at me.

Rose:Jack Cole was staring at you?

Suzanne:Well somebody was.

Rose:Mabye he wants to ask you out for a date?

Suzanne:Shut up!

Rose:What I'm sure someone would want to ask you out.

Suzanne:What do you want?

Rose:Oh Suzanne the school dance is today and I have nothing to wear. I was hoping maybe you have this new jacket you got for your birthday?

Suzanne:I haven't even wear it yet.

Suzanne looked outside to see if none was there.

Rose:Suzanne! Stop worrying it was Jake Cole. God you're paranoid.

Then the phone ringed again. Suzanne was so scared to answer but maybe it's something important.

Rose:Oh just answer its just a phone.

Suzanne picked up and to her relief she heard Jill voice.

Suzanne:Hi Jill. What's up?

Jill:Suzanne i need a small favour from you. I need to borrow something for tonight and I have nothing Intresting in my wardrobe. Could you help me out?

Rose:Oh but you promised!

Suzanne:Hi. Rose is here. She asked if she can borrow my jacket.

Jill:Rose is a creep.

Rose:Oh! I'm offended!

Jill:Suzanne are you still freaking out about that guy in your backyard?

Suzanne:Yeah a little.

Jill:Well if he comes to you tell him to go away and if he's cute ask him out.

Suzanne:I have to go.

Jill:Wait do you have that black skirt?

Rose:Bye Creep!

Jill:Bye.

Suzanne put the phone down and smiled.

Rose:So where's the jacket?

Suzanne:In my room.

Rose:I go find it myself.

Suzanne:Promise me you won't ruin it.

Rose:I promise.

Suzanne:Yeah right.

Suzanne returned to watch the view outside while humming something under her nose.

Back to Mr Hill

Mr Hill:He's close. I can feel it. You better be prepared for him. Because I'm his doctor. No no no radio or TV. We don't need another tragedy. Just make sure to keep people safe. Alright thank you.

Mr Hill ended hid phone call and started thinking about the way to stop Alex. He spotted Alex dirty military uniform in the bush.

Mr:Oh no.

He rushed back to his car and drove away.

Back to Suzanne:

Suzanne went out from her house. She was now wearing blue shirt, long bell-bottoms and dark blue sweater. She had a bag full of stuff for Tommy. Pumpkin, movies, popcorn. She sat on a stone post and waited for Jill to pick her up. She looked around and saw kids playing around and having fun. Finally after 10 minutes of waiting Jill has arrived.

Jill:Hurry up!

Suzanne quickly got into the car and they drove away together. While driving Jill pulled out joint from her purse.

Jill:I stole it from my boyfriend. Here try it.

She gave Suzanne joint to smoke. Well Suzanne never smoked before so it was a little bit hard for her.

Jill:What's the pumpkin for?

Suzanne:Oh I brought it for Tommy. He will have something to do.

Jill:I always said that you would do great camp counselor. I even thought about it myself.

Suzanne:That sounds nice. I guess I could give it a try.

Jill:You still spooked by that guy?

Suzanne:I wasn't spooked.

Jill:Yes you were!

Suzanne:I wasn't! Somebody was standing in my backyard.

Jill:Mabye that old neighbour?

Suzanne:Mr Lawrence? No he's 70 years old.

Jill:He still can watch. My dad!

Suzanne:What?

Jill:My dad is standing there! Get rid of it!

Suzanne threw put the joint out the window but she started coughing from all that smoke.

Jill:Stop coughing! Be natural.

They stopped where Jill dad was standing. There was Loud alarm noise in the shop.

Mr Bradley:Hi girls.

Jill:Hi dad. What happened?

Mr Bradley:What!?

Jill:What happened!?

Mr Bradley:Oh somone broke in. Stole couple of ropes and knives. I think kids might have done this.

Jill:You always blame everything on kids. It's hard to live with cynical dad.

Mr Bradley:Aren't you going to be late?

Jill:What!?

Mr Bradley:Aren't you going to be late!?

Jill:And he's shouting.

Mr Bradley:Bye girls.

Girls drove away leaving Mr Bradley with loud shop alarm. Then Mr Hill came by. He wanted talk to Mr Bradley.

Mr Hill:Mr Bradley?

Mr Bradley:Yes?

Mr Hill: I called you earlier. Could I talk to you.

Mr Bradley:Just a minute.

Back to Suzanne and Jill:

Jill:What's wrong with you?

Suzanne:I'm sure he knew.

Jill:What? No.

Suzanne:Did you see the look on his face? I'm sure he smelled it.

Jill:He always has that look on his face.

Suzanne:Yeah. Say are you still going to that prom in November?

Jill:Suzanne i didn't know you had stuff like this on your mind. Anyone special on your mind.

Suzanne:Shut up!

Jill:Mabye Paul would go out with you?

Suzanne:I would rather go with James Carter.

Jill:James Carter? Oh I knew it!

Suzanne:Shut up. I'm too shy to ask him.

Jill:I can help you.

Suzanne:No no.

Jill:Suit yourself.

Girls arrived to their babysitting houses. They said goodbye to each other and went away. Both Suzanne and Jill were told what time should they put kids to bed and everything they needed.

Mrs Salisbury:The phone number is on the fridge. Just call if you need anything.

Suzanne:OK.

Tommy parents went out to have romantic dinner together. Now it's just Suzanne and Tommy.

Suzanne:You want to go trick or treating?

Tommy:Yes!

Suzanne:Ok. Oh look I think Lindsey is going with you. You won't be alone.

Lindsey:Hi Tommy.

Tommy:Hi Lindsey.

Suzanne:Hi Jill.

Jill:Hi Suzanne. I have to go pick up my boyfriend. Can you babysit her for a while?

Suzanne:Sure.

Jill:Thanks. I call you back in two hours. Bye

Suzanne:Bye. Bye Tommy

Tommy:Bye Suzanne.

Suzanne went back to the house. While she was alone she can start carving pumpkin for Tommy.

Few hours later:

.Suzanne was preparing a pumpkin for Tommy while he went trick or treating. The pumpkin wasn't small but rather large. She craved eyes and mouth for now the rest is up to Tommy. Her friend Jill promised to call when she will be with her boyfriend but its been like 2 hours already since she left. Suzanne was worried because Jill never took that long to call her. Suzanne got very strange feeling since she got home from school but she decided to shrug it off, sit and relax. After about 3 hours of waiting for phone call from her friend she decided to start netting. It calmed her a bit. Tommy was still trick or treating with his friend Lindsay. Soundly a phone ringed. Finally she thought to herself:

-Hello?-Asked Suzanne holding the phone firmly.

-Silence

-Hello? Jill are pranking me again? I understand that it's halloween and all but comon-Said Suzanne almost sure that's her friend Jill.

-Still silence.

-Call when you have something proper to say. Goodnight!-Shouted Suzanne through her phone unwere of the fact that she wasn't talking with Jill but someone who wants to get revenge on her.

Back To Mr Hill and Mr Bradley:

Mr Bradley:This is the house?

Mr Hill:Yes. Nobody had lived here since 1963. Some people say that the house is haunted.

Mr Bradley:Can you blame them. Bad stuff happened in here.

Mr Hill:Stop! Look. What is it?

Mr Bradley:Looks like dead dog.

Mr Hill:We have to find before he does something worse.

Mr Bradley:Agreed.

Back to Suzanne:

A bit later Suzanne has been able to put kids to sleep and have some free time to herself. She decided to watch some TV and mybe do something with her knitting skills. After hour of watching TV and knitting she heard a phone ringing:

-Alright. Alright. I'm coming. Jezz. Hello?

-Did you lock your windows and doors.

-What? Jill are you trying to prank me again? Hello? What a weirdo-She thought to herself before putting the phone down.

Why are people even doing stuff like. It wasn't like Jill haven't pranked before but never like that. Something is clearly wrong. She decided to wait a bit for another phone call. 15 minutes has passed and another sound of phone has ringed:

-Hello? Who is this?

-Did you lock your windows and doors?

-What do you want?

Silence in the phone disturbed her more she listened to it. Police. She remembered that on the fridge was the emergency call number in case something happened. She went to the kitchen to get the paper with number and then returned to her sit. She quickly dialed the number at waited for somone to pick up. Then she heard a woman voice:

-This the emergency call service. How can I help you?

-Hi. I need to contact the police immediately.

-Is this emergency?

-Quite.

-The number is 9-1-1

-Thank you. Goodnight.

She waited a few minutes and dialed the police number:

-This police department. How can I help you.

-Yes hi. Um I've been receiving phone every 15 minutes and i think it's a man trying to scare me.

-Did he threatened you? Said something obscene or disgusting?

-No. He's just calling me and asking if I closed my doors and windows. Ita disturbing at this point.

- Listen there's not much we can do here but I recommend whistling.

-Well I guess I can give a try. Thank you. Goodnight.

-Goodnight

The night was chill and rather calm for halloween in Coverfield. All kids already went home with lots of candy's and other treats. Just like other kids Tommy and Lindsey were already sleeping while Suzanne was still up and still was knitting. Strange feeling was still in her head. She felt like someone was watching her since she got here. No it's probably just her head messing with her. But that phone call earlier and what's wrong with Jill. Why she didn't say anything or at least called her earlier. Mybe somone is trying to prank her or at least scare her. The phone ringed again:

-Hello?-Asked Suzanne with voice toned down and slight discomfort.

There was slight breathing in the phone but not that kind of breathing that makes you relieved that someone is alive and talking to you. No. It was that kind of breathing that makes you question your own safety. The one you hear when you're alone at night. Creepy one.

-Hello? Please stop calling me. I don't know who you are or how you got this number but if you don't stop threatening me I will call the police-Said Suzanne before she hung up the phone.

Something isn't right today. Mybe she should go check if Jill is back. She took the keys to The Smiths house and went upstairs to check if kids are asleep. Then proceeded to go downstairs and lock the doors behind her.

Suzanne took the keys to Smiths house and carefully closed the door behind her. The autumn wind was chill and nice. She stopped for a second to admire dark house from afar. She then proceeded walking towards it slowly and unsure if this the right thing to do. She then stepped on the porch and quietly ringed the door bell:

-Jill!? Rose!? Anyone in there!?

Nothing but silence. The front doors were locked but she remembered that there were other doors that were always unlocked.

Suzanne walked to that darker house. Called for Jill and Rose, nothing from their voices. She would feel as something bizarre happened, but she didn't know which was....

Suzanne tried to open the main door, but it was locked - except the other entraces from the house. "Why would just one door be locked and the rest be unlocked? I must get a check." She thought. Suzanne walked close from the opened window that came from the kitchen. She entered from the house.

- Jill, Rose!! Please, stop kidding me. This prank went too far!! - She yelled furious. No voices. Frustrated, she beats the table - Feeling headache by stress and concern, Suzanne took glass of water and drink it, trying to calm her down a bit.

Suzanne kept looking to the whole house, both from living room, kitchen, halls and many places from the 1st hall. Suzanne found a flashlight and took it. "Damn, where's everyone else...?" She thought, still mad and tired.

She turned her head up and look upstairs. So she walked to the 2st floor.

- Jill! Rose! The game's over. Come here and tell me now. - She was completely impatient and tired from the whole shit.

- Fine! I'll gonna have some conversation to you, girls. - She kicked the wall and walked, looking by the all doors. Once again, nothing. After tired to looking everyone and don't have any responses, Suzanne found the last room with some small lights there. She walked a bit faster, thinking the she finally found the girls.

She turned the flashlight. There was broken glasses in the ground, a wine bottle having the whole liquid dropped.

Suzanne thought that maybe her friends made a party without her and they were all drunk and made a prank to try to scary her. She sighed.

She opened the door and found many bodies on that room. Suzanne's eyes widened and she got terrified, because those bodies were realistic enough to be fake. "Oh no..." She whispered, feeling shocked.

On bedroom, there's a dead body from a 30s woman and having on paper "R.I.P Nancy Grove" And walked back to door. Suzanne found another three or four people that she knew: Jill, Rose, Jill's boyfriend and then James.

When Suzanne recognized all those lifeless bodies being her best friends, Suzanne screamed scared and ran outside, leaving the bedroom. Downstairs, she stopped against the wall and started to sob and crying.

Behind her, it appeared a shadow figure. The arms wrapped around her and dry her tears slowly.

- Hello, baby... - She recognized that familiar voice.

- Alex??! - She asked shocked. Alex grinned psycho to her.

- Missed me, baby..? - Suzanne jumps quickly.

- What are you doing here? And why... Why did you do that??!! - She was furious and screaming while tears kept rolling down.

- I just came to take back which is mine. And this included you.... - He said while sliding the fingers on her face. Suzanne bites those fingers so hard enough to bleed it. Alex screamed from pain and slapped her, making Suzanne to fall and ran away.

- You're gonna pay for that, you bitch!! - He yelled aggressively as he cleaned the blood and wore his mask. Suzanne run to all doors to escape but most of them were locked. The only last door that she found was the same from where she entered.

- Suzanne..... - He called in fake sweet tone. - Baby... - Suzanne were still crying and feeling in despair. After he found her, he walked, coming closer to her.

- Please, go away... - She claimed in low tearful tone. Alex grinned, holding a knife, Suzanne tried to open the last door.

He waves the knife, making another cut to Suzanne - but this time in her leg. As closer he was approaching, Suzanne found a medium empty pot and broke at Alex's head, making to roll some blood in his face.

As he was distracted from pain, Suzanne punched so hard the glasses from window and jumped outside.

She ran faster and yelling for help. The poor girl was weak, hurt and couldn't stop crying. As she fell on ground, Alex also jumped outside, once again approaching to Suzanne. But this time, instead a psycho grin as she saw earlier - he was more aggresive and really diabolical. Suzanne ran away again and tried to beat some neighborns' door, no response.

- Please!! Somebody help me!! Please!!!! - She yelled as much her organs got, still crying in despair. Suzanne returned to the Smiths' house and punches so hard, screaming for Tommy's name. At first, the boy didn't listen once he was asleep. Suzanne took a rock and throwing at his room, breaking the window.

The boy didn't understand at first but after he opened the door, allowing Suzanne to enter. So, they closed the door and the lights turned off.

- Listen, I want you and your sister to hide ourselves. Okay? - Tommy nodded and ran away. Suzanne ran to hide another place, breaking sound could be heard from outside, Alex kicked the door, and looking everywhere.

Her plan now was to call the police while kept hidden from her insane ex-boyfriend. But she noticed the phone were already cut and broken.

- Shit! - She whispered lower as possible. Alex once again stabbed her back, and they fell on floor, having a fight between Alex trying to murder Suzanne and Suzanne holding his hand that have the knife. Suzanne used her strenght to punches his stomach and making Alex to vomit a bit of blood. So she ran again, now in upstairs to hide in closet.

At closet, she took pepper spray and some scissors. Alex walked upstairs, trying to find her, as he came closer to it. Alex breaks the door, making a cut and punching it, he looked there and found a terrified Suzanne. Suzanne sprayed pepper on Alex's eyes that made him to put the hands on and then, Suzanne stabbed him many times to the scissors - 20 times at his heart.

When she thought he was dead. She ran faster to find the kids. Few miles apart, Suzanne met Tommy and Lindsay and they hugged tighty.

She took the kids and explained about calling the police and then, tell their parents to meet at police station.

The kids warned Suzanne to watch behind, Alex was coming close again.

Suzanne pushed him away and both Suzanne and the kids ran to hide away. In the living room, the detective had arrived. He was holding the gun and found the kids crying in fear about a masked man trying to murder Suzanne. The detective ordered the kids to wait from him inside the car with his peer.

When Alex was finally closer to murder Suzanne - her shirt was completely ripped. The detective ordered Alex to step aside, the killer got up and tried to fight against him but the detective shot Alex many times, first by legs, arms and after his body.

And when Alex was closer to fall - the detective shot for the last time and Alex fell down.

Then, the detective went to meet Suzanne - she was crying and hiding her face between her arms.

The detective comforted her and he took her. The detective warned his partner to warn the police and make a local investigation.

At police station, the police chief explained Suzanne that the kids are safe with their parents - homewer, when their men walked to look at the area when Alex fell, it was revealed that Alex's body wasn't there.

The end.