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noteguk · 4 years ago

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though!

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation.

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;)

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate's sole target.

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all.

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved.

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex.

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?”

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs.

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

His gaze followed as your hands unclasped your bra. Jungkook, who had already been stripped down to his boxers, could barely disguise the twitching of his eyebrows when your breasts finally came into view. The bra collapsed somewhere on the floor. “Depends on how long it takes for you to say it,” you reminded him.

Jungkook shifted around, gaze following the rise and fall of your chest. His hands struggled against the ropes, aching to touch your breasts, and you could notice the frustration blossoming at the back of his throat when he spoke up. “I’m not gonna say it.”

With a pout, you leaned back in, placing your hands on his broad chest for leverage. “Then it’s probably going to take a long time.” You blinked up at him, and there was a devilish glint in your eyes that he didn’t remember seeing before. He was doomed. “Comfortable?”

“Not at all,” he complained.

The smile you gifted him made his knees weak for a second. “Perfect.” Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair and eyes zeroing in on his mouth. “Now, be good and kiss me like you mean it, okay?”

Be good?

Jungkook didn’t get any time to digest your words before your mouth was pressing against his, enveloping him in your warmth — and suddenly he didn’t want to think about anything else. How could he? When you had your hands caressing his neck, with a soft sigh against his lips, there was nothing else in the world that could rob his attention.

In the end, past his brooding, unshakable persona, Jungkook was still a weak man when it came to you, he really was. It had become a natural, well-rehearsed reaction of his to explore your mouth with his tongue at every chance that he got; your lips slapping together as he groaned against you. The skin of his wrists was tingling, pressing hard against the ropes that held his hands back from exploring your body; from pulling you closer like he wanted to. Instead, he was at your mercy, following your own pace as you leaned your head to the side, fingers tugging on his hair as you sighed happily into the kiss.

It was exactly the way he liked: sensual, slow, messy; made his head spin when you rolled your clothed center on his erection before sucking on his tongue. Jungkook was sure that you were doing all that on purpose, riling him up as much as possible before finally touching him where he needed so much, and that was definitely going to be a problem.

In the back of his head, Jungkook was currently trying to decide if he hated Taehyung or not: the fact that his roommate had compulsively chosen to attend a party three hours away was the reason that you were there, kissing him like he was the air that you breathed, but also the reason why Jungkook had gotten tied up in the first place. If he had had a bit more time between texting you that he would never beg in sex (a very dumb, very unthought action), and the moment that you actually tried to make it happen, perhaps he would be able to convince you to step down from it. Perhaps he would realize that his prideful side was also really, really fucking stupid when it came to predicting his own limits.

Truth was: Jungkook was pretty much panicking when you moaned against his lips, because his cock was unbearably hard inside his underwear and he just knew that he would fold after some time. Especially when you were acting like that, like a demon trying to seduce him into selling his soul; a siren about to drag him to the abyssal depths of the ocean. He could barely follow what was happening.

Because of his dominating tendencies, Jungkook had never seen you showing your typical neurotic, controlling self during your sexual adventures — which was something he endlessly teased you for, but never thought it would actually have any sort of backlash. It seemed that both of you liked the usual dynamic (of Jungkook taking over) well enough and, yet, as he watched that sadistic expression monopolizing your features, he realized that maybe it was for the best. Maybe you had been training your whole life to perfect the masterful art of having things happening the way you wanted it, and maybe giving you the lead was one of the worst decisions he had made in some time.

As you pulled away, Jungkook chased after your mouth, managing to place another small kiss on your lips before the ropes held him back. “More,” he groaned.

The curve of your mouth was a wicked little thing, almost making him lose his composure for a second. “No, no more,” you were firm in your words. “Be patient.”

He huffed. “You only got an attitude because my hands are tied up.”

“I always have an attitude,” you were fast to correct, getting out of his lap. The lack of your warmth was instantly felt, made his chest heave in frustration as you sat down next to him. There was an embarrassingly large wet spot on his underwear that he was hoping you wouldn’t notice. “But, yeah, maybe I’m a little braver because of it.” Before he could muster up a response, one of your hands traveled between his thighs, faintly tracing its way up his skin. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw — it was embarrassing how sensitive he was, goosebumps spreading through his legs. “Don’t tease."

“Or what?” A squeeze of his bulge was everything you need to make him shut up, his hips buckling up to meet your palm. Jungkook was hard and leaking, pulsating as you gave him a few, half-assed pumps through his underwear. A few seconds were more than enough to let him have his fun, it seemed, because you were soon removing your hand from his erection. “Now, stay still unless you want me to tie your feet too.”

He hissed at the lack of contact, but refused to complain about it out loud. You smiled at his reaction: Jungkook was so stubborn when it came to things like that, would never show you his weak, needy side so easily. But you were patient and, from what you had been told, you had all night to get your way.

Call it revenge, call it whatever: there was nothing that you wanted more than to see Jungkook bite back his own words and beg for you. It was an ego thing, perhaps, the mission to leave him just as overwhelmed and desperate as he had made you so many times in the past. Maybe you were a bit mean about it. But it was well deserved.

You took your time pulling one of his legs towards you, watching as his cock throbbed when you placed your body between his thighs. Jungkook could only think about how soft your mouth felt as you kissed up his thigh before, at last, you were nuzzling your face against his erection, placing kisses on his clothed member as your thumb pressed down on his sensitive tip. His breath grew irregular at the feeling, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as you looked up at him with that demonic smirk of yours, those big doe eyes that wiped his thoughts clean. Jungkook was absolutely fucked.

Luckily, he didn’t have to urge you further because, soon enough, you were pulling his underwear down, making it join your bra on his bedroom floor. Jungkook could’ve cried when you rolled your thumb over his crown, spreading his precum all over him, a delighted hum dripping past your throat. “You’re leaking,” you commented, eyes following the glistening of his reddened tip. He could only muster a raggedy, short sigh before you were talking again. “I can clean you up, don’t worry.”

Jungkook moaned out when you wrapped your lips around his cock, not hesitating much before you sank down on him. His head fell back when you started sucking, your cheeks hollowing out and tongue pressed flat against him. “God, your mouth feels so fucking perfect.” His hips thrusted up, but you had enough of a reflex to pull away before he managed to hit the back of your throat. “Take it deeper, baby, do it for me.”

But you did the opposite, removing him from your mouth. You glanced up at him with a disinterested look plastered all over your face, lips glossy with a beautiful mixture of your saliva and his wetness. Jungkook made a mental note to never forget that sight. “I don’t know if you understand what’s going on here, Jungkook.” You wrapped one hand around his cock, pumping it twice. It felt good, but nothing compared to your mouth. “But it’s really not your place to tell me what to do right now. That’s not how it works.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, eyebrows raised in a silent dare. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Poor decisions: Jungkook’s week was filled with poor decisions. Blame that unshakable arrogant side of his, blame his terribly constructed defense mechanisms; blame whatever it was that didn’t allow him to think clearly when you were so beautifully placed between his legs, but it seemed that he really thought it would be a good call to provoke you when you were already 1) deadset on making him embarrass himself 2) probably the best Girl Scout to ever tie a knot in history.

Jungkook was completely helpless: he knew that, you knew that. So the reason why he mocked you in such a position would forever be another mystery that science could never answer.

And the payback arrived soon enough. Jungkook only earned a few seconds of relaxation, staring at your impassive face, before your mouth was sinking back down around his member.

If Jungkook thought that you were teasing him before, now you were sucking him like you wanted him to cum in two seconds — hands pumping his length, playing with his balls, tip hitting your throat, tongue dragging against his slit: the four horsemen of your apocalyptic blowjob technique that got him seeing stars in no time. “Fuck, that’s my girl,” he moaned. He was sure his wrists would be all red in the following morning from the way he was mindlessly moving his arms around, his mind just so hyper-focused on the need to touch you, to pull your hair when you were wrapping around his cock so well. “Feels so fucking perfect.”

Then, as he was just about to tip over, you pulled away.

“No, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, still unfocused and glazed-over. His body flinched at the interruption of his pleasure, and his cock throbbing against his pelvis, angry for attention. “Fuck, why did you stop?”

“That’s what I’m going to do about it.” You smiled, and Jungkook noticed that he was really playing a very dangerous game. In a span of two seconds, he asked himself if he was that mean to you, realized that he probably was, and came to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t change anything about it. “Are you going to behave now, Jungkook?”

He groaned, fighting against the frustrated waves that overtook his body. His orgasm, before so close, had now been washed away, leaving him with a pulsating feeling inside his guts. “You’re pissing me off.”

“Likewise.” You tilted your head to the side, placing one hand on his thigh. “Now, stay still and do what I tell you to do. That’s the last time I’m asking.”

He frowned. “Or what?”

You blinked, pausing for a second. “Isn’t it obvious? Or I’m leaving you like this.”

Jungkook’s brain finally seemed to comprehend the fact that, sometimes, it’s better to keep your mouth shut. So, instead of saying something, he simply watched as you removed your underwear before sitting between his legs, your thighs over his.

Because you absolutely hated him, you had opened your legs wide, pussy on full display, as you used one hand to lean back against the mattress. His eyes almost jumped out of their sockets when you used two fingers to spread your folds apart. “Look,” you said, your breathy voice making something inside his chest switch. “I’m so wet.”

And wet you were. Jungkook exhaled, nostrils flaring. His mouth salivated at the thought of licking you clean, fingers growing white around the ropes. He never hated an object so hard in his life. “I can… I can see that.”

You giggled at the grogginess of his tone, dove into the satisfaction that came from his focused eyes on your soaked folds. A gentle suspire left you as your digits slipped up, covering your clit with your arousal before pressing down on it. You were acting up a bit, whining loudly at the feeling because you knew that it drove him crazy to hear you make sounds for him. “Jungkook…” you trailed off. You had to bite back a laugh when his stare snapped up at you, looking so overwhelmingly horny and pissed off at the same time — the duality of men. “Want to have you inside me.”

He exhaled heavily. “Do it,” he said and you allowed him to think that it was his order (and not your decision) that made you move.

Jungkook’s pupils were blown out in sheer desire, wanting to absorb every light that bounced off your soft skin when you lined yourself with his cock, covering his tip with your warm wetness, allowing it to rub between your folds. By the time that you sat down on him, he was dangerously close to cracking.

“Oh fuck.” His hips thrusted up, wanting to feel more of your tight walls around him. It was heaven and hell, just the way he loved it, but his delight wouldn’t last long. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”

“It does,” you agreed, but there was a teasing inflection in your tone that he did not miss. Soon, your fingers were back where they were before, circling your clit. “And I happen to know how to make it even better. For myself, at least.”

It took him a few moments to understand what was going on, but, once it clicked inside his head, he could’ve cried from frustration. “What are you doing?”

“Getting myself off.” You smiled — oh you were such a fucking demon, he thought, a trickster spirit that wouldn’t rest until he was begging you to let him cum. Worst part? He might as well do it. “You don’t mind, do you? I know you love to keep your cock inside me like this.”

They say that revenge is sweet and, as you saw the flash of desperation that crossed Jungkook’s face, you couldn’t agree more. “Aren’t… aren’t you going to move?” He tried.

You could tell that he was holding back from just thrusting up inside you, which was equally satisfying and arousing: maybe, just maybe, he was starting to learn one thing or two about following your orders. “Hmmm… not at all.” You smirked, a tiny gasp leaving your lips as you circled your sensitive spot just the right way. Jungkook followed the movement of your lips as if they were writing the secrets of the universe. “Not if you keep that attitude up.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth twitching in frustration. From your peripheral vision, you could see his wrists vaguely struggling against your knots — humbly speaking, you were a great Girl Scout, the typical overachiever, and you were positive that they would hold up.

“You’re going to regret this later,” Jungkook warned, but his words didn’t even have the chance to affect you. One clenching of your walls around him was all that it took for his head to roll back, a deep grunt dripping from his mouth at the sensation. It was just enough to keep him dangling over the edge, but not even close to making him cum. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, baby. Feels so fucking good.”

“I’m almost there, that’s why.” Your other hand slithered up your waist, cupping one of your breasts. Being a bit more theatrical than necessary (because you wanted to provoke him as much as you could), you gasped out his name as you rolled one nipple between your fingers, arching your back at the sensation. You swore you saw Jungkook’s eye twitch. “Gonna cum just like this. And you’re gonna be good and watch me.”

Again with that be good bullshit, again not giving him enough time to process it before you were timidly rolling your hips. “Baby,” he gasped. “This isn’t fair.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed, slightly breathless, your hand moving to play with your other breast. Jungkook followed the action like every part of you was magnetic, calling for his attention. “You do that to me all the time, though.”

He frowned. “But I let you fucking touch me.”

“How nice of you,” you sarcastically remarked. Another small roll of your hips made you gasp, fingers working faster around your clit. Teasing Jungkook got you shamefully turned on, it seemed, because you were just about to tip over the edge. “Fuck, feels so good.”

“It would feel so much better if you just— God, you’re so fucking wet,” his mind was barely functioning at that point, the heavenly feeling of your walls clenching around him was making him go insane. “Just ride my cock, baby.”

“No,” that simple word was like an arrow, shooting all his hopes down. Jungkook closed his eyes and threw his head back, trying to fight against the claustrophobic nature of his position. There was no way he could hold himself back, he thought, he would beg you as many times as he needed it that was what it took for him to finally cum. “I’m close, Kook.”

That whimpery, needy tone of yours would be the death of him one of those days. “I can fucking feel it,” he cursed. Jungkook just wanted to thrust inside your dripping pussy, make you cream his cock like you were made for it, but he knew that you would just stop everything again if he did so, and he seriously didn’t think he could take that. “S-Shit, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

But you had a good idea of how you were affecting him. Through parted lids, you watched as his face contorted in pleasure when you squeezed particularly tightly around him; a muffled sob perishing on his throat when you vaguely raised your hips. Jungkook was filling you up so perfectly, like he always did, and it was that amazing stretch of his cock inside you, combined with the clear hunger that covered his features, that pulled your climax towards you.

The orgasm that washed over you was abrupt, overbearing, just blinding enough so you didn’t notice the weak little moans that Jungkook let out at the throbbing of your walls around his aching length. You tried to prolong it for as long as possible, rubbing yourself, crying out his name for theatrical reasons, but eventually sensitivity got the best of you and you stopped.

What you found when you did, however, was a glorious sight. Jungkook was a perfect picture of lust and desperation, his chest rising and falling rapidly and eyes locked on where your two bodies joined. There was a thin coat of sweat all over his skin, the small sound of the ropes pulling on the headboard. When he noticed you were staring, he found your gaze. “I- I stood still,” he said.

“I know, you did so good.” You placed one hand on his cheek, leveling your face with his so you could kiss him. Jungkook melted under your touch, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as you pulled away, his cock still deep inside you. “I’m proud of you.”

As if something had magically changed, Jungkook tried to fight against his immobilized hands, only to find out that he was still unable to free himself. “Wanna touch you so bad, baby. You look so fucking hot sitting on my cock like this.” Jungkook was spoiled, you realized, because it didn’t take him two seconds of good behavior to revert back to what he wanted to happen. It was a terrible habit, you realized, one that you probably helped enable. “Fuck, just let me cum, baby. Take these off and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it.”

And maybe if you weren’t so high up in your power rush, you would’ve at least considered his offer. However, having Jungkook turned into a pliant mess beneath you was worth more than anything else at that moment. “I’ll think about it if you say the magic word.”

He frowned, his charm melting away. Jungkook was so adamant on having it his way that it bordered on a joke. “Not gonna do it.”

You kissed him once again before speaking up. “Then we don’t have a deal.” You shook your head, moving away from him. Jungkook searched after your mouth, but your stupid Girl Scouts knots didn’t allow him to go much further. He collapsed back against the headboard with a frustrated groan. “You’re a terrible sub.”

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking sub— Shit.” All his thoughts were wiped clean when you slowly raised your hips, only leaving his engorged tip inside, before, finally, sitting back down. The drag of your velvety walls against his sensitive cock was driving Jungkook up the wall, his tied-up wrists mindlessly knocking against each other. “Fuck. I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” You pouted, repeating the movement. You watched as his jaw clenched, a sharp exhale leaving his nostrils as Jungkook both fought against and searched for his pleasure. “Sure you don’t wanna say it?”

A deliciously slow roll of your hips got him gasping out. “I’m not gonna — fuck — not gonna say it.”

You leaned your head to the side, stopping your movements. Jungkook’s abdomen was caving in with every small brush of your pussy around him, the illumination from the streets making the drops of sweat on his skin look like small diamonds. It was an erotic sight, from the falling of his dark hair over his hooded eyes, to the beautiful inked drawings on his arms. Unfortunately, you had other things to do other than to admire him endlessly.

With a sigh, you got up from his lap. “Too bad.”

“Baby,” Jungkook whined — actually whined — when he felt his cock slip out of your perfect heat, collapsing against his abdomen. The sensation got him flinching, made him bite his lip for a second in an attempt to compose himself. “Baby, don’t leave me like this, come on.”

You frowned, faking annoyance. “How can I not leave you like this, Jungkook?” Your palms slithered around his shoulders, pulling your body closer to his. “You’re being horrible right now.”

“S-Sorry.” His breath caught in his throat when your mouth met the skin of his neck, tongue prodding out to lick a small trail up his skin. Your heat was unbearable, suffocating him and drowning out his thoughts to the point that he had really apologized for his poor demeanor. If your predictions were correct, it wouldn’t take long before he folded the way you wanted him to. “Just, come on, you can’t just— I’m just so hard right now.”

You giggled, fingertips moving down on his chest until you found what you were looking for. “Aw. Poor thing,” you teased, feeling as he grew stiff when you started to play with his nipples. A few weeks back, you had made the wonderful and unexpected discovery that Jungkook was really sensitive there, but you never really had a chance to explore that side of him before he flipped you over and had you his way. But the universe always searched for balance, and that moment was the karmic payback you were looking for. “What’s the problem, Kook?”

“Wanna cum.” He winced away from your faint caresses, but he really didn’t have anywhere else to go. A smirk curled up on your lips as you watched Jungkook fight against the knots, a frail, airy moan leaving his chest as you rolled his nipples between your fingers. He sounded so perfect: so needy and desperate that you could feel another gush of arousal accumulating between your folds. “Just wanna cum so bad, baby.”

“I’m not gonna be mean and hold it off,” you told him, moving back so you could place a kiss against his pouty, swollen lips. Jungkook looked so beautifully messy, so on edge, that you almost cried out at the sight of it. “You just have to say it,” you told him, lowering your hips until you were straddling his cock.

With a roll of your pussy against him, his cock brushed between your wet folds, tearing a broken sob from his throat. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed. He was never in a position like that: edged for so long that he couldn’t even control the grunts that left his throat. “You’re so fucking evil.”

“You love it.” Another grind of your pussy had him throwing his head back, a loud moan ripping itself from his heaving chest. Jungkook was sensitive, responsive to the tiniest of your touches and, most of all: he was desperate, seconds away from cracking. “You know, if you say it, I’ll let you cum.”

His cock throbbed against you when you finally stopped your movements, raising your hips so your center moved away from his. Jungkook complained at the lack of sensation, practically on the limit of throwing a tantrum, and his pelvis mindlessly buckling up in search of your warmth. Instead, he found nothing, and his member simply collapsed back against his abdomen, aching for its release.

“This— This is torture,” he groaned. You giggled at his distress, taking one hand to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead. Jungkook leaned into your touch. “Please, baby, just fuck me.”

Your ears perked up at that, a pool of arousal starting to grow between your legs. That sounded even better than you had predicted. “Sorry, what was that?” You teased.

Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his jaw. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Slowly, you lowered your hips again, pressing your pussy against his cock. Jungkook reacted instantly, taking in a sharp inhale. “Didn’t hear you,” you said.

“God, baby, just fuck me, please,” he finally broke down, his dazed-out gaze seemed to have some trouble focusing on your face. Desperation was plastered all over him, staring at you like a beautiful, shimmering trophy. “Please, just let me cum. Please.”

You hummed, leaning away so you could sit on his thighs, facing his erection. You were a woman of your word: you said you wouldn’t hold it back, and you wouldn’t. “Since you asked so nicely…” you trailed off, one hand wrapping around his base, pumping him a few times. Jungkook throbbed in your hands, his abdomen sinking as your thumb grazed his sensitive crown. “Where do you wanna cum?”

It looked like you had truly broken the poor boy down because, for the first time in his life, Jungkook didn’t have any idea on how to answer that question. “I- I don’t know,” he struggled to speak when your hand was still caressing his member: just enough for him to feel something, but too slow and light for him to actually cum. “Anywhere. Just wanna cum.”

You pouted, letting his cock go. It bounced on his pelvis, tore a painful cry from his throat as he felt his pleasure wash away once again. “I need an answer, Kook.”

And he said the first thing that came into his mind. “Your pussy, baby, please.”

A smile tugged on your lips — it seemed as if that word wasn’t so hard to say anymore. “Of course, you’ve been so good.” You moved around until you were sinking down on him, feeling that fantastic stretch all over again, and earning a shaky moan from his part. You only spoke up again after you were sure he couldn’t go any deeper. “Kook?” You called. His pleading eyes shot up at you. “Wanna fuck me?”

He breathed out, just a tremulous gush of air that he could barely get ahold of. “Y-Yes, yes, please.”

You hummed, wiggling your ass around just so you could watch his face contort in despair, crumbling under the delicious drag of your plump walls around his cock. Jungkook almost looked cute, you dared to think, even if you were sure he would fold you in half the second that he got those ropes off. It was like teasing a tiger in a zoo: people only felt brave enough to do it because there was a thick glass between them. “You better do it, then,” you told him.

After everything you had put him through, Jungkook seemed almost hesitant to do so. “C-Can I move?” He asked, just to be sure. Last thing he needed was to do something wrong and have you walking out on him. His cock was so hard, leaking inside you, and he didn’t believe that he could handle being left like that.

“Of course,” you told him, the tenderness of your voice so different from what you sounded like all night. Jungkook was still on the palm of your hand, but your victory when it came to making him beg had already been achieved. So you could relax and let him do the heavy lifting for once. Being active was exhausting sometimes. “Come on, Kook,” you egged him on, leaning forward so you could find support on his chest. You knew what was coming. “Fuck me.”

That seemed to be the last spark he needed to ignite his fire because, soon enough, he was placing both feet on the mattress and thrusting upwards, your body collapsing forward under the force of his movements. Jungkook barely gave you any time to breathe: he fucked you fast and deep, helped by the gravity of your weight above him; shallow breaths and noisy whines leaving his mouth in a beautiful cacophony of sounds. It wasn’t long before he was making you bounce on his cock, pretty moans melting upon your lips as you fought to keep your balance over him.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stammered, an airy, high-pitched moan sounding from his parted mouth. His brain was utterly bewildered by the movement of your body above his own, the bouncing of your breasts and the wild fluttering of your eyelashes. And those moans, those gorgeous, ethereal little sounds that you reserved just for him. “S-So perfect. All mine.”

“All yours,” you said promptly, struggling to meet his gaze. No matter how much you tried, you could not follow the speed of his thrusts, so you simply kept your body in place as he used it as he pleased. “Is this what you wanted?”

He nodded, mouth falling open. His lips were pouty and swollen, slightly red from the way he had bitten them before. “Wanna cum,” he breathed out, “inside you.”

No pretty please, you realized. Perhaps it wasn’t your best call to ask him to fuck you, because it dawned on you that you had just handed Jungkook his esteemed control back on a silver platter. That started simply as a doubt in the corners of your mind, however, you were sure that you had lost that battle once his needy whimpers started to wash away, instead replaced by the guttural, rough groans that he usually presented to you.

Not that you truly cared about it: you had already proven your point.

His head leaned to the side, pressing against his elevated arm. Jungkook was hypnotized by the way that your bodies met, the way you held yourself up so he could fuck himself inside you. You were always so good for him. “Your pussy feels so fucking amazing, baby,” Jungkook moaned out, hips snapping up against yours. A hiss dripped from his mouth when he felt you clench around him, signaling that you were close once again. “Look so pretty. Made for my cock.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, head falling back. You could feel that familiar tingling at the bottom of your stomach, your orgasm ready to snap once more. Jungkook always fucked you so well, even when his hands were tied up, always left your brain scrambling after the most basic of words. “I’m c-close.”

Jungkook tried once more to pull at his restraints, but it simply wouldn’t bulge. The contrast between the red ropes and the dark ink decorating his skin was beautiful, the veins of his hands getting thicker as tugged again and again. Jungkook was beyond the realms of reason by that point, struggling like a caged animal because there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than to touch; to suck your breasts and to fuck you the way he wanted to. “Gonna cum too, baby,” his voice was almost a roar, deep and frustrated. It shot straight up to your core, made you tip over the edge and come down spasming around his cock, your high washing over you. “That’s it, cream my cock,” he praised. In the background of your overwhelmed state, you could feel as his member throbbed inside you, ready to release. “Take everything for me, alright? Wanna fill you up.”

You barely had any time to nod before he was spilling himself inside you, a long, throaty moan dripping like sin from his lips. Jungkook tried to keep his movements up for a bit longer, delighting himself in the way you winced at the feeling, but even he had grown too tired to continue it. So, at last, he collapsed back against the mattress, sweaty hair falling over his eyes.

“Get up,” he commanded, breathless. “Let me see it.”

With shaky movements, you did as he requested, planting one hand on his thigh so you could raise your body. His cock slipped out at the motion, already softening, but his gaze was stuck on the gradual dripping of his cum between your pussy lips. As much as you were used to that specific request, it always made your legs weak when you looked at him during that part — no matter what happened before, Jungkook always had that maniac expression plastered all over his face, like the mere image of his cum slipping out of you was enough to send him into a frenzy all over again. And, most times, it was.

“Good girl,” his dark stare slowly navigated towards your eyes. His arms were surprisingly still, no longer battling against the ropes, and there was something ominous about that. “Push it back in.”

Because you didn’t want to anger him any further, you agreed. It was almost impressive how quickly Jungkook was able to take back his control: even with him being immobilized, you were still folding and following his wishes like it was your second nature. “Like this?” You asked, using two of your fingers to stuff his cum back inside.

“Yeah, just like that.” He breathed out, the final seconds of his exhale morphing into a low growl. “Now, ___,” he called, eyes still glued to your pussy. “Untie me.”

You almost wanted to go against that, given the way he was about to break you in half, but that wasn’t probably the brightest of ideas. A bit nervous, you moved off his lap and sat down next to him, hands flying to undo the knots. “Hang on,” you requested. From the corners of his vision, you could see Jungkook staring you down, his piercing eyes focused on your face, silently watching you through the curtain of his black hair. At last, you managed to undo the ropes, the thick material falling beside you as Jungkook lowered his arms and started to massage his wrists. “How are your hands? I hope it wasn’t—“

“Lay down.” He interrupted, dry. Your mouth fell shut — none of your usual sarcastic remarks finding their way past the lump in your throat.

The softness of the pillow was a welcomed sensation, but your body could not relax, not when Jungkook was still looking at the pink marks on his inked skin, thinking about what he was going to do to you. You waited for what seemed like hours until he finally moved around, arms on either side of your head and chest pressed flush against yours. Jungkook’s heat was asphyxiating, his nose bumping against yours as he placed a small, tender kiss on your lips. He was being too calm, you noticed that instantly; still waters with sharks swimming underneath.

“Silly girl,” he mumbled against your mouth, fingers pressing on either side of your jaw. Jungkook pulled your mouth open, thumb caressing your lower lip as he stared down at you like an arrogant monarch. You felt terribly small, shrinking under his presence. “It’s not my hands that you should be worrying about.” He smirked, and his thumb paused its tender motions on your lip. He sighed. “Now that you had your fun, I’m gonna have mine.”

Jungkook was right: his wrists were red the next day. He naively thought that no one would be able to see it through his tattoos, but Taehyung, even in his hungover stupor, had his detective eye ready and noticed the marks right away. There was absolutely no way all his crime documentaries made him such an expert, Jungkook thought, but couldn’t really be sure of it.

“You know… things like this only make me more curious,” Taehyung said after Jungkook had refused to tell him who had come over the previous night. He was munching on his sandwich like his life depended on it, brows furrowed into a perfect picture of concentration. There was jelly all over his mouth, pulling up the corners of his lips and making Taehyung look like a terrible, discount copy of the joker. “Like, a chick tied you up? Come on, I have to meet someone like that. It’s a matter of, like, survival, some alpha wolf bullshit—“

“Fuck off,” Jungkook cut him short, burying his face on his hands. He was too tired to deal with any of that. “I never want to hear about you or your wolves ever again.”

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qianinterprises · 3 years ago

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Summer '78

Pairing | bully!Jeno x chubby!Reader

Warning(s) | bullying, harsh words, cussing, sexual assault, name calling, fat shaming, poor shaming, face slapping, angst, hurtful comments, yelling, the Dreamies are not nice people (I know I did Jaemin wrong, I'm sorry)

Synopsis | Jeno was a bully, and you were his primary victim. Nothing should have changed, but Jeno began getting tired of bullying the girl he was in love with simply because she didn't conform to societies beauty standards. So she was chubby? So what?! His friends didn't see it that was.

Genre | ANGST, retro-flashback

Author’s Notes | So I wrote this a while back for an event of NCTA, which was basically writing a retro fic. This fic is very different than the fics I usually write. For one, it is told in Jeno's perspective rather than the readers. For two, this is a "chubby fic." Meaning the reader is seen in the fic as having a larger body weight, which, may I add here, is not a problem, nor should it ever be. If you are being bullied for anything, please don't let it go unreported. Report it as many times as you have to because bullying is not ok, whether it's done at school, at home, or anywhere else. Also, there is a possibility that there will be a part two, I have had some people (before posting it here) request a part two but I'm on the fence about that, but perhaps a part two will show some change and growth on Jeno's part. So we'll see. Tell me your opinions though! I hope you enjoy~

Word Count | 3.5k

Taglist | @treasuretaeil @hachanbaecon @nschitty

A group of six boys sat around a table talking and laughing until a loud crash resounded through the snack shack that brought their attention to a waitress on the floor, yellow heels scattered behind her, empty tray in her hands and spilled drinks everywhere as well as on a girl by the table the waitress had fallen at.

“Clutz,” one of the boys, Jeno, mumbled, shaking his head.

“Fatass,” Jeno’s best friend, Jaemin responded.

The other four muttered something along the lines of agreement as they watched the waitress cowering on the floor with a bright red face as the girl now covered in cola shrieked about her ruined clothing and hair.

Jaemin got up from his seat angrily.

“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend!” he yelled, approaching the pair.

“Jaeminnie! She poured soda all over me!” the girl pouted, running into Jaemins arms.

Jeno rolled his eyes.

Jeno shook his head. Out of all of the boys in their biker gang, Jaemin just had to be the most gullible, falling for the Queen Bee of the high school who used him for nothing more than his money and face.

“She ruined my shirt,” Jeno heard the girl whine.

Jaemin embraced her tighter.

“You’ll have to pay for her clothing, fatty!” Jaemin demanded.

The waitress was someone Jeno recognized. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She had been one of his best friends when he was a shy ten year old trying to fit in. They both befriended Jaemin and the rest of their group and somewhere along the way, he’d gotten muscular and tall while she’d gotten chubby. With Jeno’s looks, he’d always been popular with girls, but when he became interested in them as more than friends, he’d dumped the girl in favor of girlfriends.

She was a bullied girl wearing outdated clothing that made adequate grades. A nobody. She didn’t fit into any groups. She drifted through high school being shoved against lockers while her books were thrown across the hallway and what little lunch money she had was stolen. More often than not, Jeno or one of the other guys was the perpetrator.

“I can’t…” (y/n) muttered, looking down at the floor.

Jaemin kicked the carrying tray away from her, making the girl flinch.

Something in Jeno’s heart snapped against his chest, but he’d never allow it to escape. He watched tears gather in the corner of the girl's eyes and Jeno fought the urge to pull her to his chest.

Feelings began to stir their first year in high school when he and (y/n) had been seated side-by-side in homeroom and he’d leaned over to tease her about her recent, awkwardly styled hair when he’d met the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

The feelings made his stomach twist in knots and his body tingled. Feelings and sensations that only grew stronger when their skin brushed or when her angelic voice met his ears.

The feelings were what drove him to brash treatment. His hands shoving her shoulders against the lockers as he demanded for her money. Fingers harshly tugging at the ends of her hair. His voice yelling horrible things at her just to hear her speak back.

He couldn’t tell anyone how he was feeling either. Dating the chubby girl would cause him to lose whatever popularity he had obtained along with his pride and his gang. Their leader couldn’t be seen as the weak punk who decided to date the chubby girl from a poor family.

Jaemin sneered down at the blushing girl, taunting her loudly and Jeno watched her feeble attempt at hiding her face.

“Jaemin! Let’s go. Chubby over here isn’t worth our time,” Jeno called loudly, voice filled with authority that had Jaemin immediately moving away from the girl.

“Fine. But she owes us free meals for a week! Those clothes were expensive!” Jaemin whined.

He kissed his girlfriend's cheek and walked to the door to wait on the rest of the gang who were stuffing their last few fries in their mouths or finishing off their milkshakes.

“Let’s roll,” Jaemin called, a grin on his face.

Jeno shook his head at how fast the male changed perspectives. He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of his chair, sliding his arms into it and let it snap against his back.

The last few members finished their plates, leaving them on the table before grabbing their own jackets and following Jaemin out the door. Jeno took the end, stopping by the waitress on the floor.

“Maybe get some heels your fat feet can walk in, huh Dollface?” he sneered.

Her face flew red again and he rolled his eyes.

“And you should stop blushing. You look like a tomato. Vegetables aren’t attractive. Although it’s fitting. Tomatoes are plump.”

He walked out the door without another word, heart hammering painfully in his ears. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, but that was a problem. He couldn’t think chubby girls were beautiful. What would his friends think?

The loud purr of an engine met his ears and he sighed happily, most of his regret getting washed away, uprooted by the smell of motor oil and tires.

Jeno’s ride was a cherry red 1960 Harley-Davidson motorcycle with shiny silver wheels that didn’t match the rusted gas tank or muffler that Jeno was now saving to restore among other things. The black leather seat was slightly cracked from wear over the years and the breaks didn’t always work great. His headlight needed a new spark plug and the oil line leaked. Still, with all of these issues, he loved his bike. Each new issue gave him something to work on at night in his father's tiny little garage when all he wanted was grease on his chest and a wrench in his hand.

“Let’s go Jeno! I wanna ride!” Donghyuck moaned from his spot on his own bike, revving the engine with his right hand.

Jeno rolled his eyes at Donghyuck’s whining. Out of all of them, he was the one that loved traveling the most. They’d gone all the way up the coast the day they’d let Donghyuck lead them.

Jeno nodded and threw his leg over his bike, kicking the kick start lever and sighing happily as the bike roared to life beneath him. He pushed off his kickstand and allowed it to roll forward.

“Let’s go!” he called.

He rolled to the front of the group before revving the engine and turning onto the main road leaving the beachside snack shack behind.

When Jeno pulled into the driveway of his house, he parked his motorcycle beside his elder brother's black and gold Harley, letting the kickstand rest against the dirt driveway and dismounted..

He made his way into the house where his older brother, Jaehyun, was sitting alone in the living room flipping through channels.

Jeno’s heart hurt. All through the ride, he thought about (y/n) and the pained look in her eyes every time someone teased her. He knew it wasn’t right to bully her, especially for something as shallow as her weight or her clothes, but when the girls Jeno dated began mocking her, Jeno joined in, and pretty soon, she was alone. It hurt that Jeno could have stopped it. He could have kept her as a friend instead of ditching her, and now, here he was, hopelessly in love with the girl he bullied and too afraid to stand up to his friends out of fear that they would dump him.

“I have a problem,” he groaned, flopping down on the couch.

Jaehyun turned the small box television off and turned his attention to Jeno. Jeno rolled his head back on the plush green sofa and sighed.

“There’s this girl I like…” he started.

Jaehyun groaned in disinterest.

“So tell her. Not like you can’t get any girl. I heard you’re one of the kings of your class,” he replied.

Jeno whined. It was true. He could virtually have anyone he wanted, yet the one person he couldn’t have was the one he desired.

“I can’t. My friends wouldn’t approve and she’d never go for me… not after everything I’ve done,” he muttered hopelessly.

“Why do you care so much what your punk friends think? Do what you want, not what they want you to do.”

Jeno sighed. It wasn’t that easy and Jaehyun should know that.

“She’d never go out with me anyway and I can never tell her!” Jeno whined, hoping his brother would understand.

He was far too ashamed to come out and say exactly why she wouldn’t. “There’s girls that don’t like you?” Jaehyun asked, clearly shocked.

Jeno nodded sullenly.

“Just one…”

That seemed to make the links click in Jaehyun’s mind and Jeno wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“You don’t mean you like the poor girl you always bully, do you?”

So Jaehyun knew about that. No wonder his brother had grown distant since Jeno had started high school.

“Um… yes…” he mumbled.

Jaehyun shuffled around on the beige chair he was sitting on before one of his dirty socks was being chucked at Jeno’s head.

“Hey!” Jeno snapped.

“You don’t treat people like that! You and your friends are assholes! That poor girl won’t forgive you for what you’ve done to her!” Jaehyun yelled.

Jeno wanted to yell back, but he knew Jaehyun was right. He was an asshole.

“What do I do to get her to like me… I don’t know how to stop this mess…” he mumbled. Jaehyun groaned and grabbed the large remote, flipping the television back on.

“You make things right. Stop bullying the girl and apologize like you mean it. Even then, it may be too late,” Jaehyun answered before his attention was back into the heavy box television.

Jeno sighed. He knew his brother was right.

The next afternoon, Jeno pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the snack shack, parking alongside Jisungs rusting brown one he refused to let Jaemin or Jeno strip and repaint.

Jeno dismounted and walked into the shack. His friends were crowded around their usual table, talking loudly.

Jeno walked over to the table and slid into the booth beside Renjun.

“What’d I miss?” he asked.

Jaemin was cackling and fishing ice out of his soda glass.

“(y/n) is on our table today!” he smirked.

Jeno’s heart dropped. That meant they’d be extra cruel to her today and Jeno really couldn’t do anything to tell her or his friends how he felt. The universe must really hate him.

Jaemin got the ice out of his cola glass and held it in his palm, his faze shifting to where (y/n) was shuffling around in her red striped shirt and black pants, wearing those same yellow heels.

“What are you gonna-”

Jeno was cut off as Jaemin smirked and launched the ice cube across the table, getting enough air to fly across the room until it dived down into the low cut v-line of (y/n)’s striped shirt.

“Yes! 10 points!” Jaemin cheered loudly.

(y/n) squeaked at the sudden intrusion of ice, a sound that Jeno found oddly adorable, even if it wasn’t a good kind of squeak.

Her face flamed red and she hurried back to put her notepad down on the chef’s counter before moving back to their table.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked, her voice having gone up an octave from embarrassment.

“I want a chocolate milkshake,” Renjun answered.

(y/n) jotted it down and moved to look at the rest.

“I want a burger that’s charred on one side, but not too charred. Don’t bring me burnt meat or I’ll make your fatass eat it,” Jaemin said.

Jeno sighed at his friend, shaking his head subtly.

“I want a burger with a dollop of ketchup and three pickles. Don’t you dare give me any more or less than three pickles,” Donghyuck ordered.

Jeno rolled his eyes. Donghyuck didn’t even like pickles.

She glanced at Jisung and Chenle, both who were contently sipping their cola’s and completely ignoring her existence, so, after scribbling down everyone else’s orders, she turned her eyes to Jeno.

“Coke with ten pieces of ice and a burger.”

(y/n) nodded, writing all of the information down and shuffled off to the counter again.

“Do we really have to be that mean to her? She looked like she was going to cry,” Renjun muttered.

Jaemin rolled his eyes.

Jeno nodded in agreement to Renjun. Her face was sullen and her eyes glistened with tears that hadn’t fallen. His heart sank at the thought that maybe something had happened at home or that their words had finally gotten to her. In all the time they’d been bullying her, she never once said anything much to them, and they’d never seen her cry.

“Do you think we should lay off her?” he suggested.

Donghyuck and Jaemin snorted at the same time.

“Why would we do that?” Donghyuck asked.

Jeno shook his head. His friends could be such assholes sometimes. They wouldn’t even stop for someone that seems to be almost crying, they just use it to play more games. More buttons to press.

“If you’re so worried, Jeno, go check on her,” Chenle challenged.

“Yeah, go check on her!” Jaemin cackled.

Jeno shook his head and sighed, getting out of the booth. He knew very well what they expected him to do, or at least, what they wanted him to do, but he didn’t know if he could take calling her names anymore. Not when it felt like his soul was screaming at him not to.

He didn’t have much of a choice as he made his way over to her, however. He couldn’t control what his friends wanted and what he was obligated to give.

He moved up behind her and while her back was turned, he brought his hand down hard on her butt as his friends cackled loudly from their table. Jeno’s ears burned in embarrassment and guilt. If his mother knew what he’d just done, she’d be dragging him out of the snack shack by his ear.

He didn’t really know what to expect from (y/n). What he didn’t expect however, was her body whirling around rapidly, her hand raising angrily, and the sharp stinging sensation across his cheek.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU, AND YET ALL YOU ARE YOUR ASSHOLE BUDDIES WANNA DO IS BULLY ME! WELL PISS OFF! I DON’T NEED THIS!” she screamed.

Jeno’s eyes widened. This was new…

“YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUNKASS BOYS WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO, BUT I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME I HEAR A COMMENT ABOUT MY WEIGHT, CLOTHES, OR HAIR, OR ANYONE TOUCHEs ME, I WILL SHOVE MY FAT FOOT UP YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she screamed angrily.

The cackling from the table had stopped as the boys gaped at their waitress in shock.

“AND YOU IDIOTS CAN GET YOUR OWN DAMN BURGERS!”

The snack shack had gone deathly quiet. Jeno stood as still as a statue, face still stinging, but not quite as painful now. The outburst from this usually quiet and reserved girl shocked him to his very core, but it also made him feel worse. Sure, the ice throwing, name calling, and excessively stupid orders had added fuel to the fire, but it was Jeno’s action that had thrown her over the edge.

“I-I’m… sorry…” he stammered out.

“DON’T SAY SORRY TO ME AFTER THE HELL YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH!” she screamed.

Jeno’s heart pounded in his chest and his eyes gazed at her fearfully.

“I think it’s time you go home, (y/n), calm down and come back tomorrow,” the owner of the snack shack said, walking out of his office.

(y/n) nodded and let out a sniffle. Jeno didn’t know when she’d started crying. She grabbed the bag the owner handed her before running out of the shack.

“And you, young man. You and your boys get out of my shack. You’re all banned for a week. Come back in here acting like that and you’ll be banned permanently,” he said, eyes fixed angrily on Jeno.

Jeno turned to look back at his gang and sighed, waving a hand for them all to follow.

After the incident, Jeno hadn’t felt much like going on a ride with the rest of the gang. They were all perfectly fine, cackling and talking about the outburst, but Jeno couldn’t stomach it. The way she’d screamed. How upset she’d looked. He was done being a bully. Now he just needed to figure out how to go from bully to courting her, if that were even possible.

He parked his bike beside Jaehyun’s again, happy to see his brother was home and not at the rusty body shop he worked at.

He ran into the house, taking the front steps two at a time, and when he was inside, he made his way to the room he shared with Jaehyun.

“I need to borrow your boombox!” he yelled at the male.

Jaehyun, clearly not expecting the sudden intrusion, jumped off the small bed, stuffing the adult rated magazine he’d been “reading” under his mattress. Jeno rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time to find ways to ruin Jaehyun’s relationship with his girlfriend or rat him out to their mother.

“I. need. Your. boom. Box!” he enunciated.

Jaehyun stared at him incredulously.

“Uh… Why?” he asked.

Jeno shook his head angrily and shoved past Jaehyun to siffle through his side of the room searching for the large, heavy, cassette playing boombox his brother had bought a month ago.

“I need it to fix my (y/n) situation!” Jeno explained as he searched.

Jaehyun groaned.

“Movies aren’t real! That won’t work!”

Jeno ignored him. The guy always showed up at the window of the girl he was hoping to impress and the girl always forgave him. It’d work. It had to.

Jeno grabbed the large boombox from beneath Jaehyun’s bed, groaning at the weight. He heard Jaehyun sigh.

“Good luck then.”

Jeno didn’t need it. This would work. It had to work.

The ride to (y/n)’s house had proven to be a bit difficult as he struggled to hold the boombox against him. The box was large and heavy, with a small cassette player at the top that already had his chosen tape resting inside it.

The trip over was one of many stops and repositionings in an attempt not to drop the box that could very well make everything alright. He could just imagine her grinning in glee and running down to meet him, forgiving him for everything he’d ever done to hurt her.

By the time he got to her house, dusk was falling. He had maybe ten minutes before darkness engulfed the sky. Ten minutes in which he’d be tasked with making everything better.

He moved around the side of the common two story house and found (y/n)’s window easily. She appeared to be dancing to the music playing from the vinyl record player he could almost see perched by the window. It brought a smile to his lips. She looked so happy and carefree.

He could watch her all night, but he was here for a reason. He had to apologize for everything he’d ever done and confess.

He found a rock likely from her driveway by her window in the grass and picked it up. It was only one so he had to make it count.

He pressed play on the cassette player portion of the boombox and ‘It’s sad to belong’ came flowing out melodically from the speakers.

”Met you on a springtime day,”

He threw the rock hard against her window, flinching as he heard the rock bounce off. He was surprised it hadn’t broken the window.

”You were mindin’ your life and I was mindin’ mine too. The window opened and Jeno’s heart hammered in his chest.

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n)! I am so in love with you it hurts. I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you! All the bullying. All the teasing. I’m so sorry. You’re not fat or ugly! You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I just couldn’t show it! But I don’t care what my friends think! I love you! I want to be with you! I want to court you! Please forgive me!” he pleaded, not giving the girl a chance to say anything.

When he finished speaking, the song was nearing an end and his body was shaking. The girl looked almost close to tears again and Jeno grew hopeful that in any second, she’d run downstairs and jump into his arms.

“Yes it’s sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along.”

“You love me huh? Well you have a funny way of showing it,” she sneered.

The window slammed shut and the drapes were immediately dropped, leaving Jeno alone in the darkness of the evening, his hopes dashed across the grass.

He’d waited too long to apologize.

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rosesradio · 3 years ago

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LawRusso, and for the prompt...sleepover?

ooh thanks for the prompt! <3 this one got out of hand lol. cw for underage drinking and it gets into light smut territory so apologies if that isn’t your thing! (i just modeled it a bit after ctp since i assumed you liked it? lol)

Daniel twirled the phone cord around his finger, grinning despite the nerves fluttering about in his stomach.

"I can't believe he's really doing it!" Ali whispered, to which Jessica playfully swatted her arm.

"He's only been checking him out for forever!" Jessica muttered. "I was gonna say something for him, but--"

"Guys, shh!" Daniel put a finger to his lips, a giggle escaping them. Yeah, he'd probably had a bit much to drink. If he tried to stand now, well, he'd probably fall forward like a rag doll. In his defense, it wasn't his fault. Alcohol wasn't his thing, but with Ali's parents gone and her somehow getting her hands on a margarita kit, well...it wasn't his fault they came in all those sweet fruity flavors.

"Weinberg residence, this is Johnny," Johnny's voice answered, slightly sleepy given the time of night.

"His voice is so warm!" Daniel whispered, eyes wide with fascination as he grasped Jessica's arms, and the two collapsed into another round of giggles.

"Daniel, is that you?" Johnny asked. "What are you doing, man?"

"He recognized my voice!" Daniel hopped up on Ali's bed, leaving the phone behind.

"Get the phone, Daniel!" Ali grabbed it and put it on the bed, handing him the phone to make conversation inescapable. "Go on, be charming!"

"Oh, hey, you!" Daniel started, his face flushing bright red. "I'm super charming, aren't I?"

"Sure...?" Johnny replied. "Are you prank calling me, of all people? Ali has Dutch's number, he's a lot more gullible than me."

"No, I'm not prank calling you!" Daniel replied. "I wanted to tell you something. Something secret. And you have to promise not to tell anyone else, ever. Do you promise?"

"Oh," Johnny sounded slightly taken aback. "I guess so, yeah, I'll keep quiet..."

"Okay," Daniel took a deep breath. He had a weird taste in his mouth from the alcohol, but also the taste of strawberries. Ali had cut him off though; any more, she said, and he'd get sick. "I think you're the prettiest boy in the world, Johnny Lawrence." he looked over at Ali and Jess, who were staring back with flushed faces.

"Larusso," Johnny said, voice hushed. He sounded almost sad, wistful. "Daniel, you can't just...you can't just say stuff like that..."

"Why not?" Daniel asked, and he hated how his voice sounded slightly whiny. "It's true."

"Are you drunk?" Johnny asked, agitation leaking into his tone.

"A little," Daniel admitted. "But I meant it before, too, before the drinks. Do you wanna come over and have a drink? We have strawberry and peach left."

Daniel heard a sigh on Johnny's end of the call. "I'll be there in five." With that, he hung up the call.

"He's coming over!" Daniel covered his blushing face. "He's gonna want a drink--oh my gosh, I'm nervous!"

"Sober up, Larusso!" Ali demanded. "What if he wants to take you out and hook up?"

"Hook up?" Jessica frowned. "But I don't want Daniel to leave..."

"We're not gonna hook up," Daniel insisted. "He's probably just...what if he tries to fight me? He did think we were prank calling, and he said I can't call him pretty..."

"He's not gonna fight you. Trust me, we're well past that." Ali insisted. "He's probably here to tell you he likes you, too, super romantic stuff--"

"Does Johnny know how to be romantic?" Jessica asked. "I don't exactly see him coming down here on a white horse, asking for Daniel's hand."

"Sure he can," Ali shrugged, fishing around for the bag of gummy bears she was working on earlier. "Or, at least he's good in the sack--"

"Who's good in the sack?" a new voice asked, and Johnny Lawrence was crawling in the window.

"Johnny!" Daniel went over to help him, though he was mostly inside already, but he gladly held onto Daniel's hand for a few moments longer than necessary.

"Oh, just your mom. I was giving it to her good last night," Ali replied.

"Oh haha," Johnny sneered, flipping her the bird. "Anyways, um..." his expression turned more reserved, and as much as he seemed embarrassed by it, he seemed unable to keep his eyes off Daniel. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Daniel nodded. "You want a margarita? I like the strawberry...which is why there's not much left, but there's plenty of the peach."

Johnny looked over to where Jess was making herself another generous glass and grinned back at Daniel. "I'm not here for your fruity drinks, Larusso." he said, taking a step towards Daniel, his voice low.

"Then what are you here for?" Daniel whispered, holding onto Johnny's arms, looking up into his eyes.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Jessica shook her head, starting to get up, but Ali grabbed her arm.

"No, no way. These two idiots are not doing it on my bed. You two, lovebirds, get a room." Ali said. "And not my room. Actually, not any room. Keep it PG, please?"

"I was going to--" Johnny started, but Daniel grabbed his wrist and pulled him out, into one of the several guest bedrooms in the mostly empty house.

"Daniel," Johnny murmured. "What you said on the phone earlier..."

"I meant it," Daniel replied, wrapping his arms around Johnny's neck. "You're so pretty, it's hard to look at, but I can't help it, too..."

Johnny's eyes looked dark and full of want. "I'm not kissing you when you're drunk, or anything else...even if you might taste like strawberries..."

"Are you sure?" Daniel asked, pulling away reluctantly, his eyes more Bambi-like than ever. "'M not that drunk..."

"I'm sure," Johnny chuckled, pressing a kiss to Daniel's cheek, the kiss somehow just as longing as one on the lips would have been. "I just wanted to see you, to hear it in person. Now, do you wanna go back to your sleepover, or do you want me to take you home, or something?"

Daniel hummed in thought. "Could we just lay down here for a bit? I just like being with you..."

"Yeah, 'course..." Johnny got under the covers, patting the spot beside him with a nervous smile, and Daniel got on the bed, pulling them off Johnny. "Daniel, what--"

"Can I...?" Daniel put a hand on Johnny's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, a sharp jolt of nerves going through him at the beautiful sound of his hitched breath. "Can I sit here, please, Johnny?"

Johnny made a sound like a dog's chew toy being ran over by a steamroller, which made Daniel laugh, but he managed: "Yeah. Yeah, that's alright..."

Daniel swung a leg over Johnny's, straddling his hips, hands cradling Johnny's face. "Just one kiss? Just say the word and I'll stop..."

Johnny admired the boy sitting on his lap, from his tousled hair all the way down to his thighs resting on his own, not to mention the smooth arch of his back. Johnny's hands wondered down his back to the curve of his ass, resisting the urge to squeeze, to flip Larusso over and take what he wanted. “One kiss,” he replied in a whisper, as if whispering, doing these things subtly was okay.

Daniel smiled at him so sweetly then, before closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Johnny’s. It was soft, faint, like a fairytale kiss; for a terrifying moment, Johnny felt as if he’d forget what it felt like if he didn’t get another one.

But he did.

Daniel’s kisses slowly melded into something of more desire, a plea, a bargain. His fingers tangled into Johnny’s hair as he let out a low moan against his lips. Johnny’s hands moved away from Daniels ass and went instead to rub his inner thighs, relishing the gentle whine against his lips, his kiss tasting like candy.

Johnny finally managed to pull away, his forehead resting against Daniel’s. “You are not playing fair,” Johnny protested, though he definitely did not mean any of the complaining tone in his voice. “That wasn’t one kiss.”

“Yeah?” Daniel grinned smugly, rolling his hips down onto Johnny’s lap, relsihing the feeling of how hard he was against him, drinking in the pretty choked noise Johnny made. “That’s usually my rule, Johnny. I can never leave well enough alone. If you want something done...” he tilted Johnny’s chin up with just his index finger, their eyes meeting with enough electricity to sting. “I’ll give it to you twice...”

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered, and next thing Daniel knew, he was being dumped onto the bed awkwardly on his side, Johnny starting out of the room.

“Johnny?” Daniel started. “What the hell, man, what are you doing?”

Johnny looked back, expression unable to hide the want in his eyes and the way his cheeks flushed. “I’m gonna get more drunk than you,” he replied. “So we’re even. Besides, I bet your fruity drinks aren’t half bad...” he winked, and with that, he wondered down the hall, leaving Daniel perplexed and particularly needy.

#yeah i should probably put a warning on my blog my goodness gracious #sorry if this is a bit all over the place with me being on my trip i just write late and its all ifndancjvewf giberioush #please feel free to send me more prompts (with specifics if you want them!) and i'll see what i can do :-)#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #tkk #rose's tkk rambles

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thatsamericano · 4 years ago

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Careful, Throwing Snowballs May Result in a Kiss

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano. Background mentions of Seborga, Veneziano, Canada, and France.

Ratings/Warnings: T for cursing and mildly suggestive dialogue. Pure fluff with no warnings to speak of.

Word Count: 2103

Summary: America throws a snowball at Romano when he’s trying to build a snowman with his brothers. Once Romano tackles America, he has to decide what he wants to do with him.

A/N: Written for @hetalia-fanart-memes, who requested Romerica with the prompt “Don’t throw that snowball” on @helltalia-inc. I hope you enjoy this.

It was snowing in the park only a block away from where the nations had gathered for the world meeting. Romano was never the biggest fan of the cold, so if it had been up to him, he would have gone straight back to the hotel. He was looking forward to taking a flight back to Rome the next day, where he hopefully wouldn’t be dealing with this snow crap. In the unlikely event that it was snowing in Rome, Romano would go to Naples or another city in South Italy not affected as strongly by the winter.

But for today, Marcello, who had come along on this trip with Savino and Feliciano even if he couldn’t attend the official conference, had practically begged Savino to come build a snowman with him after the meeting. Feliciano had begged too, and under the force of two sets of puppy dog eyes, Savino had folded like a paper napkin.

This wasn’t so bad, Romano reflected. Sure, it was cold as shit, but he was relatively protected in his scarf, hat, and gloves, and he got to spend time with his brothers. At least he hadn’t been pelted with a snowball, which many of the nations had, thanks to America and Canada.

Romano glanced up when he heard France fussing about his appearance as he attempted to brush snow out of his hair. America, who was obviously the one who had thrown this particular snowball, was laughing in his usual obnoxiously bright, ridiculously loud, attention getting way. So, of course Savino turned to glance in that direction instead. He didn’t really have another choice.

Savino hated how his heart started pounding as soon as he looked at Alfred. It wasn’t fair, damn it. No one should look that handsome while just fucking standing there, hunched over a little as they laughed at their own joke like they were God’s gift to comedy. Alfredo was laughing so hard at himself that his cerulean eyes were narrowed into thin slits and tears were leaking from the corners. The sunlight reflected off his glasses, creating a bright light Savino couldn’t manage to look away from. Alfred’s grin was so big it could swallow the sky whole.

And the bastard had dimples, as if God hadn’t blessed him with too much beauty already. Savino wanted to kiss the corner of the idiota’s mouth, just to feel those dimples under his own lips. Savino swallowed heavily at the thought and told himself to focus on the snowman he’d been working on for the past half hour.

But he was too late. America’s smile had already softened, and he had already noticed that Romano was looking at him.

“What’s up, Little Italy? You feel like joining in on the snowball fight?”

Savino scoffed and forced himself to go back to reshaping his snowman’s head. “Hardly. As you can see, I’m busy at the moment.”

“Are you suuure? It could be a lot of fun.”

“If you want to go run around with America, that’s fine,” Seborga told him. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Romano wasn’t looking at his baby brother. He was looking at America, because he knew that mischievous tone of voice from back when they lived together, and he knew that Alfred was planning something. Fredo was never good at subtlety.

America was rolling a snowball together in his gloved hands with a smirk on his face. Because of course he was.

“I swear to God, if you throw that fucking snowball at me—”

The snowball went sailing through the air, and it hit him square in the chest. Savino was stumbled backwards a little, because Alfred had used way too much fucking force with that throw because of his super-strength. It wasn’t enough to really hurt him, but it was almost enough to knock him off his feet.

The sounds of laughter rang out around him. Alfred, of course, and Feli and Marcello nearby. Canada seemed to be chuckling, though he was too quiet for Romano to actually hear him, and so were the other nations nearby, even the ones like France who had been America’s snowball victims.

And that just wouldn’t fucking stand.

Romano glared at America as viciously as he could manage when he was more irritated than truly pissed off. “Now you’re gonna get it, stronzo!”

Alfred took off running, shrieking with laughter, and Savino chased after him. They ran for a couple minutes, because America could be pretty fast when he wanted to be. But he couldn’t outpace an Italian.

Eventually, Savino tackled him in a snowbank and fell right on top of him. If America had really wanted to get away, Romano would have had no hope of holding him down. But America wasn’t struggling. He relaxed back against the snowy ground, panted for air, and smiled up at Romano sheepishly.

“Looks like you caught me.”

“I guess I did.” Savino moved one of his hands to the side to gather up some snow in his palm. Alfred didn’t notice. He was still too busy grinning up at him.

Alfred giggled, because apparently, he found the idea of being in this position inherently hilarious for God knows what reason. “Now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?”

Savino gazed down at him thoughtfully. He took a moment to examine the golden blond hair tousled underneath his knit cap and how it perfectly framed his rosy cheeks. He stared at the goofy smile and the electric blue eyes that had distracted him so thoroughly before. He memorized what it felt like to have Alfred’s firm, solid body laid out underneath him.

“I can think of a few things,” Savino admitted quietly. “Not all of them would be appropriate for a public park.”

Alfred’s eyes widened comically behind his glasses, and his face turned red. No, not just red, practically scarlet. His face practically matched the poinsettias that had been decorating the lobby of the office building they were in earlier today. “Vinny, that’s um, that’s, wow, I…”

Romano chuckled at how flustered and tongue-tied he was. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Alfred nodded frantically, with a desperate look in his eyes. “Please.” He might have been embarrassed, but he was eager too. It was too adorable for Savino to resist.

He started to lean down, and America closed his eyes, because he was innocent and gullible enough to do that. He couldn’t see Romano’s arm lifting with the snowball he’d make earlier. A millisecond before their lips touched, Romano shoved the snowball he’d made earlier directly into the crook of America’s neck, right above his coat collar and scarf, where he was unprotected from the cold.

America’s eyes flew open, and he squawked indignantly. “You tricked me!”

Romano laughed at the offended look on his face. “You made it so fucking easy.” He couldn’t believe America had actually fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

Alfred growled at him, and the low noise sent a tingle down Savino’s spine. “That was evil. I really oughta do something about it.”

Savino snorted. “What the fuck do you think you’re gonna do, Mr. Tough Guy?”

“This.” Before Romano could ask what “this” was, America flipped them over, and in the space of a second, he was pinned underneath someone a lot stronger than him. He couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to. Savino couldn’t breathe properly, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the sudden body slam or the fact that Alfred was on top of him.

To repeat, Alfred was on top of him. His brain couldn’t function at half its normal capacity when he realized that.

Then Alfred was kissing him, and it wasn’t soft, nor gentle, nor sweet. America’s tongue shoved its way into his mouth immediately, without any build-up or finesse, and Romano could feel how frustrated he was. He must have been suppressing this desire for as long as Romano had, because it didn’t just feel like something America wanted. It felt like a raw, animalistic hunger, like he was kissing Romano hard enough to bruise because he might die if he didn’t.

Savino felt the same way. He groaned in the back of his throat, clutched the collar of Alfred’s coat, hauled him close enough to feel the edge of his glasses digging into his face, and kissed him back just as forcefully.

After a while, it had to end. They couldn’t kiss forever because of that whole inconvenient “need to breathe” thing. Alfred disconnected their mouths, sighed happily, and scooted down a little to nuzzle Savino’s cheek.

“Best revenge ever,” Alfred declared triumphantly.

Savino huffed out a laugh. “I’m not sure if that counts as revenge. Revenge is supposed to be something the other person doesn’t like.”

“And you liked kissing me a lot, didn’t you?” America sounded so smug and sure of himself, and ordinarily, Romano would have been annoyed by anyone with that kind of attitude. But with Alfred, the fondness tended to outshine his annoyance. That didn’t happen with most people.

Savino rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I did.”

“I liked kissing you too. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. I could kiss you all day long. Well, except for when I have to go to the bathroom or something like that. But other than that, pretty much all the time.”

Savino shook his head and laughed again. “God, I love you.” The words slipped out, because they were so easy to say. Fredo was a dork who would openly admit to wanting to kiss Savino all the time, and he wasn’t even exaggerating. He looked like a goddamned movie star, but even with his occasional moments of arrogance, he never seemed to realize how ludicrously attractive he was, much less how he could have anyone in the world wrapped around his pinkie finger. America made Romano laugh and smile more than anyone else ever had. Of course Savino loved him.

Alfred blinked in shock, he’d just seen the face of God, but somehow more astounded than that. Then he grinned, with the adoration of a child to its mother or a puppy to its owner, but somehow purer and more loving than that too. Savino’s internal similes were failing him.

Alfred’s words were failing him too. “I love you too! I love you so much, I just—” He didn’t finish his sentence and resorted to covering Savino’s face with ecstatic kisses.

Savino giggled at his overexuberance. “Tesoro, I believe you. You don’t have to prove it, okay?”

“But I want to.”

Fair enough, Savino supposed. He laid there, grinning like an idiot in the snowbank, and let Alfred keep kissing his face. His hat had been knocked off earlier when Alfred flipped them over, and the cold at the back of his head and the nape of his neck was starting to get to him, but he was trying to ignore that.

When he noticed Savino shivering, Alfred sat up and pulled him into his lap. “Better?”

“Much.” Romano saw his hat on the ground and frowned in indecision. It had been laying in the snow for a long time, so it would probably only make his head colder, not warmer.

So instead of reaching over to get his hat, he nestled his head into America’s shoulder. America wrapped both arms around him in a clingy embrace.

“Now it’s perfect,” Savino decided.

Alfred kissed the top of his head. “Damn right it is.”

Savino wasn’t quite warm due to the temperature outside, but he was content and drowsy. The rhythm of Alfred’s breathing was oddly soothing.

That rhythm was interrupted by an abrupt laugh. “Dude, I just realized. If someone came by looking for us, they’d find you curled up in my lap instead of running after me and throwing snowballs. They’d be confused as hell.”

“Let ‘em be confused. I don’t really care what they think, do you?”

Alfred squeezed him a little tighter, and Savino didn’t have to look up to know that he was smiling.

“I never did. I’m just happy to be holding you.”

Savino’s face was warm, and he was blushing at least as badly as Alfred had been earlier, after Savino had implied he might do something to him that wasn’t appropriate for a public park. He wasn’t used to this much affection, and maybe he never would be.

But Romano didn’t care who might walk by and see him blushing with a cheesy grin on his face. He was happy, Alfred was holding him, and that was all that fucking mattered.

#hetalia #romerica #hws america #hws romano #hws south italy #aph america #aph romano #aph south italy #hetalia fanfic #hetalia fanfiction #hws fanfic #hws fanficition #aph fanfic #aph fanfiction #my writing #original post

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jessicajonesrp · 4 years ago

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He’s backkkk

It took some careful planning, but eventually, Rikarah had what she needed to be able to bring Kilgrave back to life.

She already had a safe and secure location where she would be uninterrupted during times of needed concentration- her open rented home, just outside of Manhattan. She had never bothered to inform Phillip that she had a rental house; it seemed a better bet to keep the information of her multiple living quarters, unused for most of the year, to herself, just in case. Phillip had been far from discreet, and there was a reason Rikarah had chosen a secondary lodging outside of the business of cities such as NYC, Hell’s Kitchen, Harlem, or Manhattan itself. She was a loner at heart, but her interest and her focus tended to be on others, and it was necessary to spend most of her time among them in order to know them and their lives. This distant secondary home was to be used only when necessary, to recharge, or for specific situations such as this.

It hadn’t been difficult to obtain a picture of Kilgrave. After the incident on the dock, he and Jessica and Patricia Walker had been all over the covers of newspapers everywhere, so it was a simple matter of a few clicks on a smart phone to find and save a picture of the man in question. It had taken more time to obtain something with Kilgrave’s DNA. Rikarah had attempted to trace the location of his body- somehow she suspected he had been neither traditionally buried nor cremated, and it was her guess that he was likely being used for scientific experimentation or study, legally or otherwise, within the government or whoever else had been the highest bidder of access.

With some creative thought, she had been able to trace back several of Kilgrave’s last known addresses, including the childhood home of Jessica Jones, which was unfortunately no longer standing after its bombing. Nevertheless, Rikarah had discovered that the “Kilgrave survivors” group Jessica had formed over a year ago, with the intention of drawing out Kilgrave and gaining information on him, was still active and meeting regularly.

It hadn’t been difficult to insinuate herself into the group for a few weeks as a new member, pretending to be one of the traumatized survivors of the incident of Kilgrave-directed violence on the dock the evening he himself had died. Rikarah had enough research information to be able to nod along and briefly and tearfully provide her own version of events. Meanwhile she took note of the people who had spent prolonged time with Kilgrave- being his driver for a week, forced to let him live in their home for longer, or forced to wait on him as a cook, bartender, or masseuse.

Those were the ones that may possess something that would carry Kilgrave’s DNA, even now. Those were the ones that she made the effort to befriend, to offer a shoulder and a listening ear. And a few episodes of feigned attraction and friendship had been enough for one clearly still traumatized older man to allow her into his home and his bed, and with minimal encouragement from Rikarah, to lead her in a tour of the house Kilgrave had made his lodging for a time- the house the man still lived in.

“It was terrible,” the man told her, actually tearful as he shook his head, eyes cloudy as though reliving what he spoke of. “I couldn’t leave the house, I couldn’t speak or even move without him giving me the okay to. He used my house as though it were his, and then one day he just left and didn’t come back. I was terrified that he might return, any moment, and I couldn’t predict when or do anything to stop him. He didn’t even take all of his things with him, and I was afraid to do anything to get rid of them, or even move them, in case it made him angry if he did come back. I know he’s dead now, but even now I’m afraid to touch his things. That’s pathetic, I know, but it’s the truth.”

It was pathetic, in Rikarah’s view, but it was also fortunate for her. Because among Kilgrave’s “left behind things” were a comb, toothbrush, and some clothing including socks and underwear. All certain to contain Kilgrave’s DNA.

She had charmed the man with sympathetic words and touches, assuring him of his bravery, lying without a flicker of remorse about her own supposed fear. It hadn’t taken more than twenty minutes for him to be convinced that he was now strong and brave enough to let some of those items go, “just a few to start with, the ones most associated with him personally”- and that she, Rikarah, in spite of her own fear, cared enough about his healing to be the one to take them away to make sure they were disposed of.

She still couldn’t believe the man was gullible enough to fall for such nonsense. But he had actually leaked tears and hugged her, thanking her for her empathy and giving him the chance to start a new life.

Ironic, and amusing, really, that in all actuality, she was bringing back what he feared the very most, all in the name of helping him put it behind him.

So armed in her remote rented home with the personal objects of Kilgrave’s and a clear picture of his face, Rikarah sat cross legged on her bed and emptied her mind of all thoughts but those of her intention. She stared at Kilgrave’s picture, her hands stroking over each object containing his DNA, and pictured him awake, alive, and whole before her. She imagined the beating of his heart, the rhythm of his breathing, every synapse and nerve once more sharp with activity and use. She envisioned the blood running through his veins, and as her own small body grew taut and gave off fevered heat with the effort of her actions, she reached out for the knife beside her knee. Grasping it in her left hand, she slashed a shallow x over each of her palms, and then at the surface of each of her feet. Hands shaking slightly, she smeared the blood over the comb, the toothbrush, and the clothing, combining their DNA.

With a final shudder of effortful focus, Rikarah spoke aloud Kilgrave’s name. She could feel the air grow thick and strained, as though holding something moving and living and shifting in shape, and she slumped back, exhausted, against the bed, watching with satisfaction as a human form began to slowly knit itself into view in front of her.

It wasn’t a pretty sight. The revived bodies started first with skeletons, then filled up with internal organs and muscles and sinew, before finally being knit over with skin and hair and the other details normally seen on the outside. It was no different with Kilgrave, and eventually, there he stood, naked, panting, and wide-eyed at her bedside.

Rikarah smiled, more in self-satisfaction at the accomplished task than at the sight of the man’s naked body. She didn’t consider him overly impressive in his physique, but he would do. It was the man and his mind, not his body, that mattered. She more than anyone knew it was a mistake to overlook people for their physicality.

“Where the bloody hell am I?” Kilgrave sputtered, disoriented, seeming to struggle to draw in breaths. His lungs, being new again, were likely still adjusting to breathing. “What’s the matter with me? And who the fuck are you?”

When Rikarah didn’t immediately answer, too tired to bother, Kilgrave straightened, pointing a finger at her, and took a menacing step forward, raising his voice. “I asked you a question, are you deaf? Answer me!”

“I’m sorry, Kevin, but I don’t take orders from anyone if it doesn’t suit me, and certainly not from you,” Rikarah said coolly, lifting an eyebrow from her supine position on the bed. “As you quite literally owe your life to me, I would expect a little more respect and gratitude, but I’m a patient woman. I’ll assume you’re rather in shock at the moment, given you’ve just gone from bones and brain mush to a living body again, and let the rudeness slide.”

Kilgrave’s eyes bulged, and he recoiled, alarmed as much by the nonchalant response he had just received as the strange situation he had found himself in. To speak an order and have it not obeyed immediately was beyond his comprehension.

“But I told you to do it!” he almost whined, staring down at the small and clearly unintimidated woman resting on her side in the bed. “I told you to, and you just- the only person who could ignore me was Jessica, and-“

He stiffened, his face paling, as he pointed an accusing finger at Rikarah again.

“Jessica did this, Jessica used that sedative thing on me, didn’t she?! You’re with her, you’re one of her people!”

“Certainly not,” Rikarah corrected him, exhaling with a weary and somewhat impatient sigh. “Jessica knows nothing of this- yet. As far as she believes, you are long dead, and she is glad of it. After all, she was the cause.”

She sat up, watching wryly as the realization and the memory of his own last few moments of life, just before Jessica snapped his neck, came back into the forefront of his thoughts. Rikarah gave him a few more moments to process this against the obvious reality of his current status of being alive before addressing him again.

“Yes, Kevin, you were dead, and for over a year now, too. You would have stayed that way, if not for myself and my own unique abilities. Some gratitude and a certain level of loyalty is not unwarranted.”

“I was dead,” Kilgrave repeated, the words stunned, almost disbelieving. “And you’re saying- what, that you resurrected me? You?” He snorted, looking Rikarah up and down dismissively. “No offense, love, but you hardly look the type to have that sort of power.”

“And Jessica does?” Rikarah countered. “I’ll grant you that she has the advantage in height, but she’s of a smaller frame even than myself, and what she may have over me in physical strength, I can outdo in the sheer enormity of my ability. She may be able to kill someone with a punch, but I’m the one who can bring them back from the dead. If you ask me, I have the greater power, and therefore, the greater true strength.”

Kilgrave looked her over again, more carefully this time, assessing rather than dismissing her. He took a step closer, still seeming not to care for his nakedness as he narrowed his eyes at Rikarah, anger losing out to eagerness in his eyes.

“You know Jessica,” he asserted. “Where is she?”

Rikarah wagged a finger at him playfully, a small smile curving her lips.

“Am I really so uninteresting, that I bring you out of death, and you would forgo all details to chase after another woman? Perhaps I was wrong in my interest in you. Perhaps someone else is more deserving, and you can simply go back to where you were before.”

“Wait, no, that isn’t it, love,” Kilgrave backpedaled, his smile at Rikarah forced at first as he raked a hand through his hair, then more genuine. “Of course I want to know how you managed this, and of course I’m glad for it. And I certainly want to know how it is you don’t listen to a thing I tell you to do,” he muttered, more to himself than to Rikarah, before addressing her again. “But if you know Jessica, then you must know something of our history, and why I would want to know where she is. She’s the one who killed me, you know. She’s the one-“

“That,” Rikarah interrupted, to Kilgrave’s barely contained outrage, “is in the past. The present is right here, with me, in this moment. Choose wisely, Kevin Kilgrave, and choose now, while you still have the choice before you. You can realize that I am no ordinary woman you’re dealing with here, that you owe me your life and your loyalty, and I owe you nothing and cannot be ordered into anything you may want from me. Believe me, I hold no liking for Jessica Jones, and as long as I am the woman who comes first and foremost in your world, I care little for how you choose to play with her. And I am certainly not opposed to letting you know every detail of what you have missed knowing of her life over the past year that you’ve been dust and bones.”

She paused, tilting her head, and gave him a moment to consider, before concluding, “Or you can choose to be foolish, ungrateful, and quite frankly, a bumbling, pathetic corpse, stumbling off on your own in a world that has moved on without you. You would have none of my help or my connections, none of my knowledge, and you would displease me greatly. When and if Jessica Jones kills you again- and she would, you know, if you just pop up on her in her new life without my assistance- then you can be certain I would not lift a finger to bring you back. So, then. What shall it be? I would think the decision obvious, but perhaps you’re not as intelligent as I believed.”

For a moment Kilgrave stood there, motionless, perhaps still in shock, or perhaps genuinely weighing out his obsession with Jessica and his desire for revenge against the logical reasoning of Rikarah’s words. But then he nodded slowly, reaching forward to take hold of Rikarah’s hand in his.

“Well, it would indeed be a fool’s errand to let a woman like you slip out of my grasp. Why don’t we start over with introductions, and perhaps something in the way of an explanation.”

And as Rikarah began to speak, giving Kilgrave some if not all of the answers he craved, she noticed his body relax further, his expression growing more and more fascinated as he came to understand more of the extent of her actions and her power. It wasn’t quite the way, she was sure, that he had looked at Jessica, but for now, it was enough.

It was enough, in fact, that after he had dressed in some of his old clothing and taken time to familiarize himself with Rikarah and her home, that Rikarah was willing to give him the phone number, if not the address, of Jessica’s new workplace, Heroes for Hire. And she sat back, interested and indulgent, as he placed a call, from a cheap prepaid phone she had bought in anticipation of his need for one.

It was Trish who answered, her voice bright and cheerful as the company’s head. “Heroes for Hire, we provide help, heroism, and honorable services for those in need in a time where true heroism is more needed than ever. How can we help you today?”

“Ah, Patsy,” Kilgrave purred, snickering to himself when he heard Trish suck in a sharp breath, immediately recognizing his British accent and self-satisfied tone. “So good to hear a familiar voice, but unfortunately, yours has never been the one I wanted to hear, and you prattle on enough as it is on that bloody talk show of yours. Give the phone to Jessica. Tell her she has a message from an old friend, would you?”

“This isn’t funny,” Trish said tightly, her voice controlled but barely keeping back anger. “Whoever you are, pretending to be that man is not a joke, it’s cruel, and-“

“Ah, but this is no joke, Patsy, can’t you recognize your own would be lover?” Kilgrave asked rhetorically. “Have you had so many men now you can’t remember the voice of all the ones whose throat you stuck your tongue inside of? Let me help you out, then. I’m the one who told you to put a bullet in your head. Fortunately enough for you, that doesn’t appear to have worked out, I never did find out why. Care to explain it to me, Patsy?”

He and Rikarah both heard Trish suck in her breath on the other side of the line. He doubted that this incident in the bunker was something anyone but she, Kilgrave, Simpson, and Jessica were aware of- and out of the four of them, both men were dead. Or supposed to be.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice softer than before. “What do you want?”

“Unfortunately, Patsy, for me to really make you do what I’d like to make you do, you’d have to be a good bit closer to me than a phone call, something about pheromones,” Kilgrave said casually. “But I do have other ways of making you do as I’d like you to. Put Jessica on the phone, or I will have six people show up at her doorstep and cut your name into their own foreheads. If she tries to stop them, they will cut her as well. Is that something you want to have on your conscience, Patsy? For a simple conversation?”

The line went silent for a few moments. When Jessica came onto the line, her voice was hard and cold as steel.

“Who the fuck are you, and just what the fuck do you think you’re doing, playing this kind of sick joke?”

“And hello to you too, Jessie,” Kilgrave exclaimed, putting an exaggerated bounce to his voice. “No joke, you never did have much of a sense of humor to waste any on. I won’t say it’s good to hear from you, since I had to get murdered, raised from the dead, and then still call your sister first and threaten her for you to speak to me, and I must say that hurts a man’s feelings.”

“You’re not him. You can’t be, you’re just some sick asshole who needs to fucking go put his dick in a-“

“Oh, Jessie, I can see your language is as filthy as ever, every bit as appalling as your fashion sense. Let’s cut off all the protests of my supposed death and just check your office email, shall we?”

Five minutes before the phone call, Rikarah had shot a quick video of him smiling and waving into the camera, with the date and time of the video clearly time stamped at its bottom. With a few clicks, he sent the video to the public Heroes for Hire email address, cutting off the call.

“But don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll hear from me again soon. If you miss me before we meet again, you have the video for comfort’s sake.”

As Kilgrave hung up, glowing with renewed feelings of power over the fear, rage, and helplessness he had stirred anew in the two women he had just spoken to, he sent a genuine smile in Rikarah’s direction, who returned it in kind.

“You know what, I like you, Rikarah Pallaton. I think we’ll get along just fine after all.”

#jessica jones roleplay #Jessica Jones #luke cage roleplay #Luke Cage #trish walker #trish walker roleplay #kilgrave #kilgrave roleplay

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piracytheorist · 3 years ago

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*sighs* in the comments section of the jse video where he insults ethan somebody called everyone who felt bad for Ethans fate (and the fate of Elena and the others) gullible morons I wish that didn't just pop into my head but here we are... i started watching Gab's playthrough of 8 and her reading the document file about Dulvey's "gas leak" was funny and reporter obviously spoke with the guy who ethan was on the phone with at the start of 7 (boys night out and that's why ethan was dressed up)

Yeah some people are just out there to cause drama and don't really put too much thought into what they will put out there. Gullible moron, for feeling sad over the tragic death of a 37-year-old innocent civillian, father of a six-month-old child? Or the brainwashed, forcibly-indoctrinated-into-a-cult but overall kind villagers? Yeah you're either a complete sociopath, or a troublemaker bully who doesn't put any thought into what they say and only care to spread negative energy around, to say something like that. So I don't give a damn about such trolls. I don't even care about the opinion of people who don't like Ethan (it's their right not to, but it's not like I'll change my mind because of theirs), much less for someone who feels the need to spread their negativity and insult people who like Ethan, like, my dude, what's your fucking problem? Why do you care about what fictional thing someone likes? Why do you feel the need to insult them for liking a fictional thing that isn't hurting anyone? Is something missing from your life and you take it out on random strangers on the internet? Who hurt you?

Anyway, yeah. Fucking trolls. Always best to ignore them cause they probably have too many problems in their life and you're not in any way obligated to fix them.

LMAO I just now realized that the (probably) only person who knew that Ethan was even in Dulvey was, indeed, the guy he was talking to on the phone in the beginning. I mean, outside of Blue Umbrella and stuff. So I'm kinda guessing the newspapers went about asking people and this dude went in like "Yeah I was friends with a guy who said he was going there to get his wife and now he's disappeared" and that was how the newspapers ended up with "Ethan Winters and his wife were in Dulvey and fuck if we know where they are now". Like, I'm guessing, if Blue Umbrella/BSAA were the ones to inform the press, they would have covered Ethan and Mia's involvement in it, since they were two of the four (along with Zoe and Joe Baker) who got out alive (... well. Three were alive, I guess XD) and they were under witness protection. And usually, those cases have to involve some extra secrecy, so I don't feel like they would've gone to the press like "Yeah we found evidence of the Winterses being there but of course we don't know where they are now why would you even assume we do". So yeah. It was all because of that dude friend of Ethan's whose name (or even voice actor, lmao) we never learn.

And yeah, the timeline of re7 is really interesting. Mia (controlled by Eveline) sends the e-mail to Ethan on July 18th, at 11:04 pm. Ethan gets to the Baker guest house near sundown (dressed like he just finished his shift at the office and considering Ethan's friend says "You disappeared the other night" they were probably out together and Ethan just saw he got an email from Wife and he just. Ran straight out without even telling him anything), gets murdered knocked out by Jack and wakes up at night. He meets Deputy Anderson, who gets promptly murdered, and according to the Resident Evil wiki, his date of death is July 19. Also according to the wiki, Eveline dies on July 20th, in the morning. Which means that the day Ethan got to Dulvey was the 19th, less that 24 hours after getting "Mia's" email. And yeah, I have happened to ask gοοgle maps, and the drive from L.A. where Ethan was at first to pretty much anywhere in Louisiana takes at least 24 hours. Which meant that homeboy left pretty much as soon as he got the email, didn't even pack, and probably took the first flight from L.A. to wherever the closest airport to Dulvey is supposed to be, then rented a car from there to get to the Baker house. That's how much of a determined but also himbo husband he was. Didn't pack, didn't inform the authorities, contacted his friend at the very last moment, making him the single one civilian who knew about his last whereabouts, no thoughts head empty only save Wife. We stan tho.

(Like I understand the narrative importance of Nameless Friend as a way to introduce Ethan to the story, but still I'm like. We do stan a himbo husband)

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil 7 #re meta #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive

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retroandreal · 5 years ago

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Lose You (Darius x MC)

HAAAAAAAA!! This was sooo overdue... I’m so sorry for the people I disappointed (I’m sorry my discord family) This one took me a really long time cause I wanted to capture Darius’ angst during the whole ordeal of controlling his powers which took longer than expected... like 3 days overdue @official-alex-cyprin cause I love you, crouton loves you xoxox

AN: This was inspired by the song ‘Lose You’ by Eric Nam, who is like my favourite male singer.

Warnings; angst (i tried) and like a small soft smut scene which is more fluff than sinning smut... bye I’m leaving...

“I’m going to be leaving you for a while”

The shock on her face says it all. Shock? Betrayal? Confusion? I read her like an open book, but I just cannot bare to shut away our story yet. I am not the man worthy to be standing by her side, how can I when all I feel is the guilt of possessing a demon inside of me while being an assassin myself. I would take a thousand more beatings from Cal than to have her turn her back on me. This is why I have to do this; to be apart from you, so I can learn how to control the demons inside of me to keep you safe and carefree for the rest of time itself.

“Da-Darius… what about me?”

A single tear runs down the side of her face, catching the luminescent neon lights of the Ferris-wheel we ascended to the top of. A soft whisper comes out of her

“You can’t leave me, Darius…”

I dare walk the few paces that separate the distance between us. I silently ask for her permission to touch her, to wipe away the stray tear. She leans into my touch. It’s painful. I close my eyes to savor the feeling of her bare skin against the palm of my hand.

Eyes wide shut, dreamin’ about you

“Listen, I’m not leaving you forever. But I will be leaving the old me behind; the Darius that is confused about himself, the Darius that is afraid of falling, the Darius that withers at the feeling of commitment. But I promise I will come back a better man. A man worthy to be standing beside you as an assassin, as Lust, as Darius Ricci and as yours. I will carry your love with me until I can bask in the feelings of being in your presence again. For now, though, I need to become that man you deserve.”

Hot blood rush turning a cold blue

She collapses her body inwards towards mine. So full of life yet trembling at the thought that she will have to live some time without her near me. The feeling of her softness and weight ebbs and flows through me like the calmness of the rooftop pool where we once made love. The smooth riding of the freight train where she and I made love again under the sapphire moonlight. Those moments in time will forever be suspended in my memory as I recall my forever known Lust being turned on it’s head and replaced by the foreign feeling of love.

“When will you come back to me, Darius?”

I let out a pained sigh.

“I don’t know yet, but I promise the moment I know when it’s right I will return to you”

I gently push her back but still keep a gentle hold on both her shoulders. Her trembling has receded, and her tears have all dried up; now looking at me, expectantly. She has opened my eyes to so many new things about this sinful world. One that I though that has been plagued by the demons. All my life I only knew how to be content with what I have. But she taught me how to love, and now I need to learn how to love myself again.

“I’m going to learn to love myself, so that I can love you”

Staring at perfection, I’m about to wreck it. It’s just something I gotta do

I need to start fresh with myself, come to terms with the demon inside of me that will always be threatening to take over my body. For the troupe, for myself, and for her.

I think I wanna lose you, just to find my way back to you

I give her one last kiss, desperate to relish in the feeling of her unrequited love she is so willing to offer to me despite all the ugliness that I have shown her, forced upon her.

Then I jump to the world below. Leaving my one true love where I once stood next to her.

I don’t wanna to let go, but I gotta let go

~~~~~

It’s been only a few days and I miss her already. The bleakness of this abandoned shipping container that I dare to call ‘home’ does nothing to calm my desperation to be next to her again. But I know I have to hold out, I need to become strong enough to stand next to her and keep her safe; from the demons around us and the demon within me that is constantly trying to claw its way from the chambers of my control and take over. Counting my days that I estimate to be in here, I decide not to continue living out of my duffle bag and unpack the bare necessities that I brought with me. Assigning the appropriate places of the minimal items that I brough I finally have enough courage to fish out the final thing out of the bottom of the bag; my blanket. Our blanket. The blanket that we both used while we riskily made love on the moving train that one night. I never felt as free as I did on that night; free to delve into the lust that I have always suppressed… finally letting it all out and carry the night with myself and MC in a long moment of bliss and love. I bundle the blanket to cover my face and I deeply breathe in; taking in its scent.

“Still smells like her”

You might think I’m some kind of crazy

I flop down on the sorry excuse of a bed and cocoon myself within the blanket, making myself an oasis in the form of a blanket burrito. If only she was here with me, it would be a perfect moment just shared between the both of us. In a sense, I always used sex as a tool to wield; to get close, to manipulate and even to use sex as a meaningless pastime. Sure, I hurt many women but something inside me knew that she was out there. Now, sex is a cherished moment between her and I, that I would never dare to share with anyone else. I want so badly to be sharing the same bed as you. I know you and can even so far as predict you; you’re lying in my bed, the only way you can physically be close to me without me being next to you. Trust me; I really want that too. But we can’t. You’re not safe with me.

I can’t blame you if you hate me, asking me “did you even love me?”

I adjust myself while suppressing the needy feeling of lust and make myself comfortable for another endless night of attempting to sleep… and as usual, sleep doesn’t come easy. Pulling my phone from the charging port, the bright light obstructs my vision as my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. My lock-screen is so predictable; her and I on top of the very train, in our bare intimates and our blanket wrapped around us, her kissing my cheek and my fist pumped straight into the air. It’s amazing how different a week in time can become. Now I lay here… alone.

It’s just something I gotta do

~~~~~

"Fuck... that one hurt a lot"

I look at the burning flesh on my right forearm, leaking with the demonic green blood. Quickly rushing to the sink to assist in closing up the wound, the coolness of the water does nothing to soothe the pulsating ache of the newly open wound. Medical procedures were never really up my alley. Usually Malakai and his basic first-aid training paired with a few hours of bedrest did wonders for me. Recently, before my departure from the troupe, she was always the one who tended to our wounds... paying closer attention to me. Those gentle touches are what I miss on a daily basis; from the purposeful wound cleaning and firm bandaging to the teasing yet pleasurable touches she gave me whenever we had a moment to ourselves. Only she knew how to bring me to such climatic bliss. She knows my body so well, but not without due experience of exploring each other's needs and limitations. It's amazing how far the human body can be pushed to its limit. But never in my life as an aerial trapeze artist has my body ever been tested to its limit as far as my desperate attempt to control the clawing demon inside of me. It hurts. Everyday. But I deal with it.

I'm feelin' nothing, I'm feelin' nothing

I think of her every time. I have only been able to deal with the physical and mental pain because I know once all of this is over, I will be able to return to the troupe. To her. Most importantly. I can feel her again. She's aching and alone in my abandoned bed. I want to reach her, somehow. I break out one of Malakai's books that he loaned out to me just before I made my retreat into self-exclusion.

"Demonic projections... if I can just find the page... dreams, dreams, dreams... here! To enter a vessel's dreams..."

Usually, the demons abused this power of being able to interfere with a human's dreams. To drive them crazy. To manipulate them without even realizing. But I want to use this ability for my own lawful good; I want to see her again, even if it just in her dreams. I know she dreams of me, but she relives the moments where I left her on top of the Ferris-wheel all those nights ago. I stripped that happiness from her... it is my responsibility to bring that happiness back, and even give her a little bit of reassurance that I'm still living and breathing every day.

Dreamin' about you

"For the most painless intervention, the vessel must be in a slumber for the caster to remain uninterrupted or the rift will cause major disruption to one's state of wellbeing" I stare at the paragraph

"Well... fuck me... I hope you're dreaming of me..."

Because I always do

Every night

Since we broke up

I think I wanna break up, just to make it all up to you

~~~~~

Like a white, hot pain, the feeling of the demon scars rips through my flesh and permanently but figuratively scar mt face as if it were an actual indentation from a blazing iron rod. Marked; like the gullible cattle that the demons have rounded up and taken over with their presence and violating the souls of the sinning humans around them. I stare at my marked face in the mirror. It's much easier to force the marks off of my face now that I have been honing and controlling the demon inside of me. Plus, being away from the city of sin itself has allowed me to grasp onto the control i need to master dream interception and manipulation.

Ten past 3am, I know that she is sound asleep. I’ve been observing her sleeping pattern for the past week and a half all while practicing my powers. To her, it will seem like she had a lucid dream of me next to her; but I never talk to her, reach out to her, or call her name. No matter how many times she calls out my name, I know that we cannot be together in her dreams. No matter how many times she tries to reach out for me, I know that we cannot be together.

Just hold on, a little bit further.

See you touch, but I'm feelin' nothing

Not yet.

But I hold onto my projection in her dream as long as I can, before it starts to physically hurt.

"Come on, baby. I know you can see me!"

I start to feel my projection sizzle and dissolve away. She cries out in her dream and I feel her violently jerk awake in a cold sweat. I hastily return to my full form inside of my bleak shipping container.

So... close...

So... fucking... close...

"FUCK THIS SHIT!!"

I hurl the closest thing to me and peg it against the rusty, cold metal hearing the echoing clang of thick porcelain hit the tin and shattering across the floor. Running my hands through the tendrils of my already unkempt hair, I sit at the foot of my mattress, cradling my throbbing head in my hands before deciding that paracetamol is a more affective solution than whining like Avi when he has to go to bed before Ripley.

"Painkillers, painkillers... Fuck my head hurts like a bitch…"

I pop two in my mouth, dry-swallowing since I just shattered my only cup, and letting the exhaustion take over my body as I fall into a dreamless slumber.

I'm feelin' nothing

~~~~~

“Darius?”

I hear her.

“Darius… baby?”

Wiping the sleep away from my eyes, I turn on a full 360 axis and take in my surroundings. My… My room?

“DARIUS! It’s you!!”

“Wh- What...?”

My vision slowly becomes crystal clear as I can clearly make out the lines of a person. Not just any person, my person. My love, who I have been aching to see and touch for the past days gone by, in my dreams. No, our dreams. Her dainty stature and her signature, unique curves of her body spark the familiarity of her voice that blissfully echoes in my head. The features of her face are what captivate me the most, no matter how long it may be. Thirty minutes, waking up to her in the mornings or after the weeks and days we have been apart. I will never forget her. She is forever ingrained in my mind, and I need to remind her once again.

“I knew you would come back to me…”

She visibly sees how the past weeks have taken a toll on my body, the bags under my eyes and the slight discoloration of my skin. She silently asks permission before she paces the room and jumps into my outstretched and waiting arms.

“Baby, you don’t know how long I have been waiting to finally touch you…”

“Heh… I can tell”

She shoots me her cute but minx-like smirk. She’s the only one that can make me become like this; a blushing mess. But I’m not going to lie that she is the only one that can make be feel this way. Sure, the sex I’ve had up until was nice, but she takes it to a whole other level. She can undo me with just a flick of her wrists… or tongue. She has put a spell on me, one that I cannot fathom, but I don’t want it to end. I shoot her my own signature smirk back.

“Well my angel, what are we going to be about it?”

“Later… this is a dream, right? Where exactly are you?”

I know what she’s doing, she’s trying to bait me. She wants to find me, help me.

Not now.

“Far away from Vegas, but right now I’m here with you. And that’s all that matters”

I’m in California, you, you out in Georgia, but we’re both in the same room

I kiss her, with everything I have. And not long after all our clothes, except for our most intimates are sprawled across my bedroom floor. We’re both panting messes by the time we separate ourselves from each other to catch our breath.

“God! I’ve missed you so much, your skin on mine and the way you touch me”

“Oh yeah? Well, we’re in for a long night you and me”

I slowly place feather-like kisses down the ravine of her breasts, lightly teasing her to hear that sinful reaction out of her.

“O-Oh! Darius!”

Not yet, my love.

Travelling closer to her belly-button, I marvel at her toned stomach and the slight build of muscle that is slowly peeking its way through her Adonis and eventually eyeing my final destination. Hovering over where I want to be the most. I place kisses on each side of her pelvic bones in between my words.

“Try to resist, MC. It will make the experience so… much… more… memorable”

~~~~~

Basking in the afterglow of our many rounds of lovemaking and pent-up lust, a sheen of sweat covering our entire naked forms, still calming down from the multistory climaxes we brought each other to. The tips of the Nevada sand dunes slowly give way to the blistering desert sunrise. Our time together in our dreams is nearly up.

“Are you coming back to me anytime soon, Darius?”

“Baby, I don’t know. I still don’t trust myself to stay sane around you. I sometimes just find my markings on my face while just working out in my room and I go into a demonic rage. I’m so, so sorry MC”

But if I stay with you, we won’t make it

Stroking the nape of my neck, she places her intoxicating feather-like kisses across my collarbones leaving her precious marks all over me.

She sighs.

“That’s ok, Darius. I’m just happy you’re safe”

The familiar warmth of her body slowly starts to dissolve, replaced by a white, hot and painful rage. It’s calling to me again.

Please.

Just a few more minutes.

With her.

“Darius! You’re fading!!”

“I know, my love. I’m losing you again…”

“Please…” she cries behind her rolling tears.

She grasps onto the remainder of my solid fingers, not before my body turns into a translucent representation of me.

“I promise, I will make it up to you”

I think I wanna break up, just to make it all up to you

I say in a whisper before I disappear into nothingness… I manage to say one more thing, for her.

“I think I wanna lose you, just to find my way back to you”

I don’t want to let go

But I gotta let go

#voltage inc #voltage fandom #voltage usa #voltage games #lovestruck smut #lovestruck #Sin With Me #sin with me avi #sin with me wrath #sin with me cal #sin with me malaki #sin with me Darius #sin with me onyx #lovestruck swm #darius ricci #sin with me lust

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sinfulredemptions · 5 years ago

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{try blitzo?}

(btw thank you for this ask, it actually is going to double as the introduction of Stolas’s canon relationship for the Blog. APOLOGIES THIS GOT WAY OUTTA HAND:3c)

Aching Sorrow.

That was the only thing that the imp held in his chest as he sat at his desk, the rest of the crew having gone home for the evening. Blitzo stared at the large tome in his hands, his tail slowly stirring the air as he ran over the events of the past few months in his mind, his heart twisting and jerking slightly as they played back.

Oh sure, he had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to be anywhere NEAR the Prince, and he honestly hadn’t. Blitzo had gotten what he needed, the book, the key to success for this little family he’d built for himself and it had been worth the one bawdy night. It wasn’t his fault that someone like Stolas had been gullible enough to fall for it. There was one thing he HADN’T counted on though:

The consequences.

Much to his surprise and downright fear, Stolas had actually shown up at the Headquarters and was oddly…cold…to him. It was unnerving, and made him incredibly anxious to be in the same room as him, which meant he did whatever he could to LEAVE said room as quickly as possible. Though…how could he have known what that would have caused?By vacating so quickly, he wasn’t able to find out until much too late that the Prince had actually managed to endear himself to the rest of the staff. -HIS- staff…his makeshift little family, started to actually…enjoy the company of the Prince.

It had started with Loona, Stolas, being a father of a moody teen himself, had a bit of an upper hand when dealing with her. Especially when he handed a potion to her that would cure the disease she had contracted and even given her another preventive one for the next time, telling her so gently that if she required more, she had but to ask.

He did it as a kindness he had said…from one father to another, according to Loona. She had been suspicious at first, but then when the cure had actually worked…and Stolas did give her more to keep her safe…she had deemed him okay in her book.

Then Millie and Moxxie of all people was where he set his sights next.

How odd it had been, how GRATING on his nerves, the insult when Stolas had come in one day to ‘check up on them’ and listen to the report given at the end of the day. When Moxxie had finished, the Prince had chuckled softly and said in that irritatingly calm voice of his,

“Well well, it’s good to see you have some actual competency on this little team of yours Blitzy~ I was beginning to worry my kindness was being squandered.”

Kindness.

Yes, it had been a kindness hadn’t it? That Stolas hadn’t murdered him, hadn’t killed him in retribution for the book.

From there, it had snowballed….Stolas showed up for every end of the day report from only Lucifer knew where, and would always praise Moxxie and Millie for a job well done. He would even bring small envelopes with bonuses…and one time, Moxxie even received a new sniper rifle for his efforts.

Of course he’d protest, but Stolas just smiled. It was a COLD smile, not quite reaching his eyes, but no one else seemed to notice. “Why Blitzy, they’re doing such a good job, how could I not reward such efforts? Why…that would make me a terrible boss~” He would click his beak as he twisted the dagger with his words.

There was nothing he could say against it that wouldn’t put him in a bad light, so he held his tongue and watched helplessly as over the months, Stolas got closer….and closer…and closer to his little family.

Then it took a different turn.

When Millie and Moxxie would get off work, they would bid him a good night and then hand in hand, climb into a car that was achingly familiar and off they would go. The same vehicle dropped them off in the morning and he couldn’t help but notice things…

Hickies on both of them, Moxxie actually being less TENSE than usual and less ruffled by his playful jabs, the two of them wearing nicer clothes than usual to work, them both texting Stolas more and more often…

It was confusing at first, and then the realization hit him…

Stolas was STEALING them from him!!

It had caused a panic to well, bile sharp in the back of his throat as he realized that Stolas was systematically picking his life apart, all because he hadn’t had the balls to meet the Prince face to face and have an actual TALK.

He recalled the messages the other left. Angry at first because of the initial theft…then calmly asking for a chance to chat. Those had scared him more than anything, so he had hoped it would go away, that the Prince would lose interest in the affairs of a mere imp.

What a fool he was.

His hands gripped the book as he glanced to the phone where it lay on his desk, a message sent to Stolas about five minutes ago:

Hey, can we talk?

It was all he could muster to send, and the phone showed that it had been read, but there was no response.

“Fuck.” He sighed, putting the book down and covering his face, tail curling tight in his anxiety, when a voice spoke and nearly scared the SPOTS off him.

“Hm, do be careful Blitzy, that’s what got you into this mess in the first place after all~”

His head jerked up and his mouth went dry as Stolas stepped out of a nearby shadow, his eyes flicking downward to an open book left at the Prince’s feet. So that’s how he kept getting in here unnoticed.

“Ah! S-stolas! Heyyyy!” Blitzo tried to play off the shock, but cursed himself as the other’s name stumbled off his lips, a forced smile on his face. “Just the man I wanted to see!” He grabbed the book and moved from around the desk, trying not to let the panic well up inside him as the Prince’s intense stare followed him, the owl moving to tuck his hands behind his back and cock his head at him.

It wasn’t like before…it wasn’t playful or flirtatious…

It was downright predatory and to be honest…it terrified him.

It took everything in him to keep his knees from shaking under the heavy pressure of the owl’s gaze as he hefted the book and cleared his throat. “Ahem…I wanted to say that I’m returning your book!” He said with forced exuberance, holding it out to him, his tail flicking anxiously behind him as he forced himself to look up at the Prince.

Stolas hummed, but the sound lacked warmth as he reached out and took the tome in an elegant talon, leaning up to turn it over and inspect it to see if it was in passable condition, opening it to study its contents.

Blitzo watched his face nervously, trying to pick up on any sort of expression, angry or otherwise there, but it was like trying to read a blank wall.

The silence lingered heavily, uncomfortably, before he spoke up, wringing his hands nervously. “So, ah, now that you have THAT back, I guess this means that you really have no reason to stick around anymore right?” He asked, kicking himself for letting hope leak out into his voice.

The sound of Stolas closing the tome made him jump and he looked up at him nervously, the Prince’s smile widening just…ever so slightly, his eyes looking a bit softer which, surprisingly, didn’t make him feel any better.

“Oh Blitzy…You wish me to leave so badly don’t you~" The prince cooed, leaning forward and reaching out.

Blitzo found himself tense, on the edge of shivering as a talon caressed down the side of his face, the claw moving under his chin and tilting his face up so he had no choice but to look the royal in the eye.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, his mouth opening and closing a few times before Stolas did him a favor and continued the conversation without him.

“Don’t worry…I shall….”

Blitzo sighed then, a wash of relief coming over him, his shoulders and tail dropping as the shivering knot of fear slowly unwound a bit. Though it was very short lived as things suddenly felt wrong, a heavy pressure settling on the room around them.

His eyes darted about, seeing the room starting to bleed to black, and he looked up in fear at the Prince that loomed above him now.

“After…I take back my knowledge..” Stolas murmured, all four of his eyes glowing brightly in the oppressive darkness that swallowed up the room. The smell of ink was thick in the air, and he startled when wetness touched his hoof, looking down to see a thick puddle of black ink there.

“I..I already gave you the book!” Blitzo heard himself desperately cry, not even caring as the fear leaked out into his voice, and his heart dropped when the Prince merely shook his head slightly.

“No no Blitzy dear…I’m taking back A̷̘͇̙L͙̳̠L͔͙̪̩̠ O̗̜̜̞̰͠F͏̥̹̦͎̹̮ ̖̠̙̻I̢̘͔̮T̶͔̺̻̹ͅ “

The last three words were spoken in a voice he’d never heard from the Prince and it made his blood run cold, his eyes widening as he tried to scramble back, only to be held in place by the ink at his hooves which was quickly creeping upwards.

“N-no..Stolas?! What are you doing?! STOP! NO!” He screamed, trying to fight back, but the ink caught his arms, wrenching them behind his back painfully. His eyes widened with fear as Stolas reached forward, trying his best to jerk his head away, but to no avail. Slender talons humming with bright red energy before they grabbed onto his face, claw tips resting on either side of his head and digging into his temples.

The next thing he knew was searing…agonizing pain.

It was terrifying..violating…

It was like Stolas was digging into his mind, ruthlessly looting the memories and thoughts, tears welling up in his eyes and slipping down his face as the Prince did his work.

A flex of the claws and Stolas pulled back, strings of red magic laced to his claws and Blitzo couldn’t helped the pained choke that came from him, his eyes blowing wide as the thoughts and memories of the book were ripped away from him. He had thought he was so clever, give the book back while keeping the spell for himself, easy right?

He had no idea that Stolas would do this…COULD…do this…and now he knew why the other was as feared and respected as he was.

His whole body was shaking, his stomach trying to heave and twist as Stolas pulled back and yanked the last of the memories…the knowledge from his mind and the imp could take no more.

His head fell forward, his body heaving as his stomach forced his dinner up, his body shuddering at the trauma, panting heavily and squirming. “S-stolas…please…”The Prince seemed unmoved by his sickness or his plea, focusing on gently coiling the precious knowledge he’d gathered into a lovely little ball, studying it closely before he flexed his fingers and it vanished.

“There we are..” The Prince hummed, releasing his hold and withdrawing his oppressive presence and ink, allowing the weakened imp to fall to his knees in his own sick, Blitzo shuddering and panting heavily as panic started to set in.

He chanced a look up at the Prince who tilted his head a moment, reaching into the ink at their feet, pulling out a familiar looking notebook. He barely remembered it as one where he had copied some spells for a rainy day and Stolas tutted, turning it over and riffling the pages, the ink dripping out and leaving them blank.

“Honestly Blitzy~ This could have all been solved…if you had just…listened to me.” He sighed gently, looking down at him with a soft almost sympathetic gaze, a hand reaching out and all Blitzo could do was flinch away.

“There there now….all is forgiven..” The Prince cooed, petting the side of his face with his knuckles. “Do come by and let me know if you want to keep this little business of yours going….you’ll have to pay for it honestly this time I’m afraid.”

Blitzo’s eyes widened then and he swallowed as the realization struck him.

Oh…oh no…

Without the spell..I.M.P. would go under…he had no means to remember it, Mollie and Moxxie didn’t know it, neither did Loona. He was right where Stolas wanted him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Y…yeah…I’ll do that..” Blitzo said in a small voice, his body feeling like it was on a different plane of existence. He was shaky, weak…like he could barely think straight, his mind panicking at the new found gap in memory and trying desperately to fill it with knowledge that no longer existed.

The Prince hummed and turned then, tucking his tome under his arm, and walking a few steps away before he sighed and looked back at him.

“I had wanted to tell you that I -was- sorry Blitzy…for what I had said when I was angry…but….you just couldn’t let me. You had to run…you had to hide from what you did…but now…I’m sure you understand just what a foolish mistake that was. I cared for you….and you took advantage of me. You stole from me…violated the tender trust I gave you. You fooled me once….relish in it…because it will be the last time it ever happens.” Stolas said with a cold note to his voice that made Blitzo twitch back.

Stolas was right…he had brought this on himself…

With his own cowardice and arrogance…he had doomed his company and lost the companionship of one who had actually seen him as something more than just an imp. Once again Stolas’s voice cut through the static of his mind, teary eyes staring up at the prince as he looked down at him as though he were just a mere stain on the carpet.

“Now you get to deal with the consequences of your actions…you stole from me…and now I from you. I hope it was worth it. Now excuse me…Millie and Moxxie are waiting for me.”

With a flutter of a regal cape and a step onto the discarded book and the Prince was gone, leaving him kneeling on the floor, shivering and trying to piece his mind back together enough to clean up and go home.

What had he done?

#fullofmoxxie #;; The Prince of Knowledge | Stolas ;;#;; Casino Register | Lore ;;#;; The O is Silent | Blitzo ;;#tw: violence #tw: emetophobia #tw: mind control #;; Ask to Tag ;;#;; Feathers Pearls and A Snipe Rifle | Stolas x Millie x Moxxie ;;

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redsdesktop · 7 years ago

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Namelessshipping: Prescribed Love 3

Pairings: Red x Green/Blue Oak

Warnings: None

AU: ABO & Doctor/Patient

"Has anyone seen Red?" Green questioned as he entered the break room. He had asked this question far too many times to count today but the answer was always the same. It wasn't surprising that no one knew where his patient was since people tended to forget Red was around with the alpha so quiet and unresponsive to anyone other than Green himself. What was surprising was the fact that he'd been missing when Green came in this morning.

The first thing Green did every morning for the past few weeks was check in on Red first. He didn't really like the idea of prioritizing Red over his other patients, but he'd grown a bit attached to the red-eyed alpha. He wasn't like a majority of the alphas he'd met, he had a calm presence that wasn't intimidating to be around and he always seemed to enjoy when Green tended to ramble on about himself. It was almost afternoon and there had been no sign of Red though and Green was starting to panic a little. Maybe that was a bit of an understatement. Red had been in the care of the hospital for almost a decade now, so if he went out into the world, Green didn't know what would happen.

Of course, his mind immediately went to the worst possible outcomes, he could be out there lost and confused. Or worse, someone could've taken advantage of how gullible and kind he was despite his outwardly appearance. Green lifted his hand up to his mouth, chewing absent mindedly on the nail of his thumb. He should call the police and put out a missing persons report, he hated to do it, but Red wasn't well enough to go out into the world alone. Green would go out himself but he was still on the clock and couldn't simply leave and if he told his supervisor he'd end up in deep water for letting Red slip away. Even though Red was already gone before he got here, Green didn't really want to take that chance.

After receiving a negative response from the staff in the break room, Green stepped out into the hall, he could feel his heart racing in his chest, making his hands a bit jittery. He needed to calm down, he was Green. He was confident, did well in school, and if he panicked too much his scent would leak through his patches and disturb everyone around him. The last thing he needed was alphas swarming him trying to see what was wrong, it would only make him embarrassed and annoyed. There was nothing worse than an alpha hovering all around him, taking up space and making it difficult to have any breathing room whatsoever.

Before he resorted to the last measure, Green decided that he would recheck the garden one last time. He already looked there once this morning as Red tended to favor being out there these past few days. Green had caught him snooping around out there but when he asked Red what the alpha was doing, he didn't get much of a response. Though he didn't know why Red would be hiding in the first place as Green thought the other man enjoyed Green's company enough to stick around. He should've known better though as the more he got to know Red, the more he could see the man was a free spirit. He would stare out the window, as if longing for adventure to some place untouched by the civilized world. It would always give Green's chest a painful squeeze whenever he saw Red like that, but he kept those feelings to himself.

Everything was wrong with the predicament he found himself with Red. This was his patient, it would be wrong if he got attached to the man and vice versa. Not only that but Green... Well, he never allowed himself to care for others. Society pressed on him because he was born an omega, whether it intended to or not. And while the world was changing, adapting and becoming more acquainted as seeing Omegas as more than just a submissive secondary gender, it was still ingrained in the older generations to treat Omegas as weak or in need of being protected. He didn't want to get himself saddled with an alpha who thought he could control Green, to claim him like a possession. But... Maybe that's why he enjoyed being around Red so much. He didn't feel like his freedom was threatened and that Red saw him as an equal.

Green rubbed at his burning eyes, it was stupid to feel like he was about to cry as he stepped out into the fresh air of the garden. He'd only known Red for a short amount of time, there was no reason why Red would ever feel the need to stay around for Green when it seemed the call for freedom was much greater. Green didn't want to be a hypocrite but he couldn't help but to feel the need to be selfish. Then again people always called him selfish, this time he really felt it. He wanted Red to stay with him because the other made him happy, made him feel like he really meant something to someone.

Green clenched his teeth and swallowed passed the painful lump in his throat. He was so stupid for overthinking but it seemed his heart's irrational feelings were strong than his mind's logic. As he tried to collect himself, he had wandered aimlessly through the garden, feeling like his depressing mood was going to get the best of him despite his best efforts to find a silver lining in the storm cloud building inside him. It was because he was so caught up in his overthinking that he was caught off guard when a hand slipped into his own from behind, making him jolt in his skin and let out an embarrassing yelp of surprise. Instinctively, he tried to jerk his hand away, but those calloused fingers tightened their hold gently and gave a tug. This forced Green to turned around to face the one who had caught him by surprise.

His eyes widened when he spotted it was Red before him, looking a bit disheveled with dirt smudged over his forehead as if he wiped sweat away with a grimy hand. He could see the tight wrinkles of stress in the corners of Red's eyes, making Green wonder what had happened to cause such things with the usually cool and collected Red. He couldn't find the words as he was busy fighting back the urge to leap forward and wrap his arms around Red, to hold him close in relief that the man hadn't left him. The thought alone made the tips of his ears redden and he quickly turned his head away so he could get a hold of himself before he did something completely idiotic.

"Where have you been?!" Green finally snapped, trying to use his sternest voice. It didn't sound to convincing even to his own ears, there was a slight shake to hint the fear he'd experienced moments prior.

Despite his best attempted, Red seemed to see right through Green's act and there was a slight upwards curve to those usually stern lips. As usual, no words escaped Red, instead he took a step away from Green but didn't let go of his hand. Instead he gave it a tug, indicating Green should follow. Green wanted to be stubborn, wanting Red to apologize for making Green panic and worry so much about the alpha but he found it annoyingly difficult to resit Red. Especially when he took note of the excited glint in those ruby red eyes that haunted his dreams these days, not that he would openly admit. Maybe he would've if not for his professional standing.

With a sigh of defeat, Green allowed Red to guide him through the garden, closer to where Red's room resided within the building. Once they came upon one of the singular trees that was situated in view of Red's window, the alpha pointed instantly. Curious now to want had Red so invested in reality, Green followed Red's pointing until he landed his gaze on the one thing out of place. Green had often stared out the window in silence with Red, it had been relaxing and warm to share such comfortable silence with the easy going male. So Green knew that what lay before him was a recent modification, done my none other than Red himself. He must have actually gone outside the hospital to achieve such a goal, to brave the world he held no interest in just to please Green.

Before him, planted in newly turned soil, was his very own hydrangea.

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seasonofthegeek · 6 years ago

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Lila Week, Day 3: Favorite Ship

5 Years before Just for Tonight

“A coat stand,” Lila muttered to herself, destroying a tree trunk with a mere touch of her fingertips as she passed. “I’ll turn that brat into a coat stand so he has no choice but to stay in one place.”

Her latest Nathaniel hunt was proving to be more difficult than the last. He’d gotten wiser in his time away it seemed, finding ways to evade her detection temporarily. She would find him, of course, and he was only making it worse on himself by hiding. She’d need to make a fresh charm with his hair once she found him. The current one hanging around her neck was barely giving off any signal at al, just the lightest pulse in his general direction.

“If you want to keep breathing, I suggest you stop right there,” a voice from the left demanded.

The thought of sending immediate death to the being who dared impede her progress was banished when the scent of something wild hit her senses. Lila turned slowly with a wicked smile. “Well, what little creature is following me now?”

The girl was young by Lila’s standards, barely out of her teens if that but something old and dangerous lurked behind deep set eyes. “What are you?”

Lila tilted her head. “You can feel it, can’t you? The power. Hmm, that’s very intriguing.” She took a step forward and watched the woman’s grip tighten on a blade at her hip. “Ah, a hunter then. That would explain the black and weaponry. You’re all so typical.” Without warning, she sent a surge of power in the hunter’s direction and watched her buckle to her knees. Impressively, the hunter’s hand never left the handle of her blade even as she fell.

“You taste of something more,” Lila drawled, moving closer. “Something not human.” She knelt down beside the magically paralyzed woman. “It’s not vampire either, thought that’s there. It’s...” She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the almost overwhelming scent. “Fae.” She looked down at the hunter. “How were you reborn into this?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” the woman growled.

“You shouldn’t be in this weak form. You’re meant to be Fae.”

“I’m meant to kill you.”

“This will hurt.” Lila pressed her fingertips to the woman’s head, ignoring her pitiful scream as she rifled through locked away thoughts and memories of past lives. This she knew how to do. Lila prided herself on finding lost soulmates in the Fae, it was practically her bread and butter and her gullible kin were definitely willing to pay for her services.

“You poor child,” she said, voice gentle as the hunter’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Your mate is gone from this plane for now, not reborn yet. No wonder you’re lost. Let me open your mind. You might still be useful yet.”

The memories were mostly happy. The hunter’s soul and its mate had found each other relatively quickly in most lives and experienced joy together. Lila felt a faint sting of jealousy as that. She remembered being young and expecting to find her soulmate but no one ever appeared. She was left alone and neglected.

There was a sudden shift and Lila knew she was seeing the hunter’s soulmate’s most recent last moments. Desperate blue eyes stared down into hers. They were accompanied by sharp teeth and a mouth and chin covered in blood. A vampire then. Not all the surprising, though the tears running down his face did seem unusual. She knew him then, Lila discovered, as betrayal leaked into the vision.

It was a violent death. Those were always hard to come back from. The fairy’s soul would need time to heal and be reborn. The young hunter in Lila’s arms could be gone and dead before her soul’s mate reappeared.

And Lila had been lonely for so very long.

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Kagami flexed her hands as she tried to orient herself again after waking up against the trunk of a tree. “What did you do to me?”

“I simply unlocked your potential,” Lila shrugged.

“Explain.”

“Your soul is Fae. It shouldn’t be trapped in this mortal vessel. I lifted the restraints of humanity. I made you better.”

“You made me more dangerous, a foolish mistake.” The hunter slid a blade from behind her back and lunged at the elf but Lila sidestepped the attack before Kagami could register her movement.

“You were always dangerous, love, you just didn’t realize how dangerous.”

“How did you do that?”

“What?”

“Move so quickly.”

“Magic,” Lila winked, “and experience. I’ve had a lot of experience. More than a handful of years training as a hunter will give you.”

“I’ve done more than train,” Kagami shot back, straightening proudly.

“No doubt. I can smell death on you. It’s intoxicating.”

Kagami frowned. “You aren’t scared of me.”

“Not even a little, love. It’s cute though, the whole death by blades thing.”

“If you’re going to kill me, at least have the decency not to draw it out.” Kagami fell back into a defensive stance. “I’ll fight back though, know that.”

“You’re a dramatic one, aren’t you? I like that,” Lila grinned. “I knew my soulmate would be entertaining.”

“Your what?”

“Surely even a hunter knows of the soulmates of the Fae.” The elf quirked an eyebrow. “We’re reborn over and over to live our lives together. Do you really not remember me?”

“Stop stalling,” Kagami demanded, steadying her blade.

“I’m not. I’ll admit it hurts but I suppose it’s to be expected. Something must have gone wrong when you came back. I’m so sorry I lost you before.”

“Stop talking.”

Lila rolled her eyes. “Stop stalling. Stop talking. You could at least say ‘thank you’ if you aren’t going to say ‘I love you’. If you would take a moment to pause and think, you might remember me. I can help, if you’d like.”

Kagami gave her a wary look. “I think I’ve had enough of your brand of help, thanks.”

“Ellinsane regute imminade,” Lila chanted and watched as a bright light filled Kagami��s eyes.

The hunter fell to her knees once more but instead of pain, her expression was one of pure joy. With eyes still burning with golden light, she held out her hands, her blade dropping to the forest floor. “My sweetheart,” she sighed happily. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Lila knelt down before her, taking her hands and holding them tightly. “I’m so glad you’ve come back to me.”

Kagami’s eyes dimmed and tears leaked down her cheeks. “I remember everything now. Every life I lost you in.”

“You won’t have to worry about that anymore. This one will be forever,” Lila promised, leaning forward to kiss away a tear.

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1 Year before Just for Tonight

“I have to get back soon,” Kagami murmured, letting her head fall back on Lila’s bare shoulder. “There are too many questions when I go out alone for too long.”

Lila wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s middle and the water of the hot spring rippled gently around them. “Stay one more night. Surely no one will mind that.”

“I can’t.”

“You should.”

Kagami smiled and turned in Lila’s arms. “You’re a temptress of the cruelest powers but I’m strong.” She carefully pushed away and stood, stepping over the stones that lined the spring. “I’ll be back later this week. I just need to make an appearance and pick up an assignment.”

Lila pouted and rested her elbows on the stones. “How will I ever survive that long?”

“I’m sure you’ll find something to keep you occupied,” Kagami grinned slyly. “Certainly you haven’t run out of people to torture yet.”

“And you call me cruel.”

Kagami crouched down for a goodbye kiss. “You’ve survived centuries. I think you’ll be okay a few days.”

“You were by my side then. This will be awful.”

The hunter laughed and Lila felt the sound in the tips of her fingers and pads of her feet. Kagami’s smile and laughter filled a void inside Lila she hadn’t realized was even there.

“Until next time, sweetheart,” Kagami promised.

“Fine, be that way,” Lila huffed, pushing back into the water and crossing her arms. “At least take a charm or two with you. I made a new batch in the fridge in the garage.”

“You spoil me.”

“Yes, I do.”

Kagami smiled once more and then padded off towards the garage, leaving wet footprints in her wake. Lila watched her go and chewed on her lip. She could feel the distance between the growing like a physical thing. She’d made a mistake and she wasn’t sure how she was going to fix it.

When she’d come across Kagami in the woods those years ago, she saw her soul attached to a fairy. The fairy’s last form had been much too blue for Lila’s tastes but fairies tended to be more flamboyant than necessary. Her death had been a violent one with the tinge of betrayal. It had tasted like Marynn’s and something about that made Lila sloppy and desperate. She’d tied herself to Kagami, shoehorned her essence in place of the lost fairy, and usurped the beautiful hunter for herself in some mad attempt to make things right. She hadn’t expected the repercussions though.

Lila had truly fell in love with Kagami. The woman consumed her thoughts and actions. She hid it as well as she could bring herself to behind casual words and mindless flirting with anyone else in sight but she’d done something irrevocable that day in the woods and she couldn’t even make herself want to get out of it. There would come a day, however, when Kagami’s true soulmate would be reborn and Lila was beginning to think it would tear her in two.

Before Just for Tonight Drabbles

Just for Tonight

Buy me a cherry coke?

#Lila Appreciation Week #Just for Tonight #I really wanted to try to finish the week #but I don't think I have it in me #I love writing Lila in the AU though

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imagine-loki · 7 years ago

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If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

TITLE: If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 22 AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Odin found Loki on Jotunheim, he did not take him to raise as his son, as Frigga was pregnant at the time, instead he was given to a normal Aesir family. Years later, Loki meets Odin’s daughter Sigyn, and trouble ensues.

Sigyn sensed the intrusion to her privacy before she saw anyone. When she realised who it was, she was less than pleased. ‘Of all the places you would find my brother, I find myself wondering if he is truly lost for you to come here in search of him.’ She stated, looking at the blonde warrior in front of her.

‘I actually came in search of you, Princess.’

‘Out of curiosity, how long did it take you to get here?’

‘I thought it one of your usual haunts, according to the Allmother?’ Fandral seemed confused as to why he would come to look for her there.

‘Well, she’s not wrong, but how long did it take you to actually find this part of the palace? I never recall you coming into this library.’

‘About twenty minutes, the Allmother told me where it was.’

Sigyn felt her brow raise before she could ever stop it. ‘I see. And pray tell, what is it that has you looking for me Fandral, are you in need of something?’

‘I wished to speak with you concerning a matter.’

‘Because we have always been such close confidentes.’ Sigyn responded sarcastically. ‘If you are having issues with the better sex, perhaps Sif would be more the one for you to ask, for all her faults, she is still a woman.’

‘No, it is nothing like that.’

‘Then what, seidr?’ Fandral’s confused reaction told her once more her assumption was off. ‘Well, what is it?’

Fandral looked at her for a moment as though wondering how to broach something before stopping and looked at her more carefully. ‘When did you alter in shape?’

‘Excuse you?’

‘You seem...different.’

‘You have ten seconds to explain what the Norns you are talking about or I will turn you into a frog.’ She folded her arms and waited. ‘Well?’

‘You look as though your dimensions have altered, more….adult.’

‘As happens with people as they age from teenage to adult, I am sure even you know that basic information.’

‘You look….’ his gaze fell to her chest, causing her to use her seidr to force him to look her in the eye again, her features telling him how irate she was by his actions. ‘I am trying to compliment you.’

‘You are failing miserably and it went from borderline rude to utterly unacceptable about ten seconds ago.’ She snarled. ‘What do you want, Fandral?’

‘To request a chance with you.’ She stared at him in shock. ‘I wanted to know if you were willing to give me a chance.’

‘At what?’

‘Courting.’

‘You, want to try and court me?’ She checked, he nodded, causing her to laugh. ‘Fandral, you are, without doubt, one of the last men I would ever consider. You are rude, crude, misogynistic, wandering-eyed and just plain never once bothered to speak to me bar to mock me, why in the realms would I ever want to allow myself even consider you?’

Fandral looked a mix of equal measure of insulted and annoyed. ‘I am friends with your brother.’

‘Well that would be a point in your favour, were you to be courting Thor, but that is not going to work for you with me. All that tells me is you are interested in advancement and my father has made it clear, I am not allowed consider someone only interested in that role.’

‘Surely there is advancement enough in simply by being by Thor’s side as a close friend for me though? Thor becomes King, his friends, myself included, all reap the benefits without the severe level of protocol you and he endure.' She had to confess, there was truth in that. ‘I simply ask because I find you attractive and with what the Allfather stated regarding attempts to find a suitable partner….’

‘You thought yourself a catch?’

‘I am not the worst.’

‘An outstanding recommendation.’ Sigyn stated plainly. ‘But no, you’re not the worst.’

‘Were your hips always so….childbearing?’

Sigyn sucked her teeth. ‘You had to prove me wrong.’ She scoffed. ‘I am not sure what you were doing the day you were taught about bodily development Fandral, probably giggling in a corner at the word breasts, but women develop hips more at this age to allow for childbearing.’

‘I am sorry, I am not coming across as I wish to.’ She eyed him with annoyance. ‘You are not like the floozies of court, you are different.’

‘I think the terminology you are looking for is “not a gullible social climbing semi-comatose halfwit”.’

‘You are scathing.’

‘I know, right?’ She beamed proudly. ‘Fandral, I actually do appreciate the honesty, but I am not interested in anyone here.’ She admitted. ‘My father is mostly trying to give the appearance that I have a choice in this to counter an argument that he favours Thor. I don’t want to be courted, I don’t want anyone to bother me.’

Fandral noted she seemed less like her authoritative usual self and almost upset. ‘Thank you,’ She looked at him, shocked. ‘For your honesty.’

‘I hate time wasting, mine or other peoples.’ She shrugged. ‘I hear Lady Alannah is in search of a husband, I mean, she has a face like a slapped dog most of the time, but I think she’s the best of a bad lot really.’

Fandral could not help but chuckle. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

When he left, Sigyn allowed her false smile to fall and inhaled deeply. All she could think about was Loki, the way he kissed her, how he made her feel. She swallowed, but could not get rid of the lump in her throat, tears coming to her eyes. Slowly her body was going back to how it had been before, her chest was going back down, having never been allowed put her children to it, for the first few days, they hurt as they became over engorged in milk, but now, though they were still slightly bigger than before, leaks had ceased altogether. Her waist was not yet fully back to how she had been, there was still red angry marks from where her skin had stretched to facilitate the babies' need to grow, but she used a glamour to hide it, if only from herself, but her hips were one thing that she had to acknowledged had very much changed. They had developed more in the pregnancy to carry the load expected of them and now jutted out more, almost as though declaring how well she could bear a child. Sigyn felt alone, she wanted Loki to be by her side, she wanted them to be together with their children. She had not wept since the anguish of her children being taken from her subsided, but she felt the want to do so again.

‘Sig?’ She turned and noticed Thor nearby, giving a small sad smile, she turned away again. ‘Did Fandral say something?’

‘No, well yes, of course, he spoke, he does love his own voice after all, but he did not say anything to upset me.’

‘Then what…?’

‘He asked to court me.’ Thor frowned. ‘I said no.’

‘I know he can be a tad...overt, but…’ He could see the look on her face. ‘He’s not….’ she shook her head. ‘Sig, I...I wish I could say there was a possibility of anything, but….’

‘I know, I just need more time, I think.’

‘You think, or you hope?’

She could only shake her head. ‘I don’t know.’ She gave him a small glance. ‘When did you start becoming observant?’

‘When I came home from training to find my sister giving birth in a hallway.’

Sigyn looked around worriedly, scared that someone would hear them. ‘When did you decide to care more?’

‘When I realised that my sister had specially commissioned armour made for me and the idea that she would do such a thing never once entered my head, I never even suspected you that day.’

‘Yeah, well, we’re not close.’

‘We are not, or were not?’ Thor seemed somewhat disheartened by her statement. ‘I thought we were getting better.’

‘I guess, but you’ll go off again, or find a new toy to play with.’

‘I am not going to, not after what happened. I….’ Thor could not find the words for the guilt he had after everything, how he had never given her a second thought only to come home to a situation worse than he could ever imagine. ‘We need to stick together, we are family.’

‘Family….I thought I had that, but the only true family I will ever have is gone.’ She sighed sadly. ‘I need to be alone.’ She walked off leaving Thor to look sadly after her.

#loki #other #submission #submitted fic #chapter 22 #wolfpawn #If I could Turn Back Time I’d Still Choose This #odin #Jotunheim #frigga #pregnant #aesir #daughter #sigyn #trouble

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oh-my-otome · 7 years ago

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Hi! How would you rank each character in DtL and what are the best and worst parts of each route?

Hello, Precious!

Takasugi is still my favorite…but side story Takasugi only. I don’t know this main route Takasugi dude. Main route Takasugi has all of the interest, appeal, and energy of the goth kids from South Park. No thank you.

Side story Takasugi is an ass, just like main route Takasugi, but at least he gives a damn about what people think and does something other than sigh like all the air is leaking out of him, as if he were a balloon with a hole in it. Side story Takasugi has more energy, motivation, and romantic inclination, and doesn’t treat his MC like they have a dysfunctional friends with benefits arrangement.

The worst parts about his route are all of the tedious sighing, silence, and just acting like he’d rather be anywhere else. The only good part, for me, was him geeking out about things in the future, and he was kind of cute running to Kirisato and Okubo for help on the low.

My next favorites are Okita and Yamazaki, equally. Only Okita has a route, for now, though. He’s extremely gullible and naive, but he’s so earnest and willing to learn. He plays a lot of pranks, but he’s also hard-working and surprisingly thoughtful. The worst part about his route is nothing. He has only one route. The End.

As for Yamazaki, the worst thing about him is whatever that orange disaster is, that he’s wearing that he doesn’t have a route yet, and his birthday story POV is a waste of money. Other than that, he’s very sweet, kind, and super adorable. He’s also a giant freak, despite his innocent-looking face.

Sakamoto is next, for me. He can be a little thick understatement, but he’s got a good heart, and he’s dependable. I don’t remember really disliking much of anything in his route. I would have loved to see him travel to the future, though. If I had to change anything about his route, I would write that in. He loves Western things, and I think he would be fascinated by modern day Japan, seeing as he had a hand in changing the country just as much as the rest of the suitors.

Kondo comes after Sakamoto. The worst thing about him is that he would obviously destroy us all, if he were allowed to sin, but he had no route and his side stories are annoyingly chaste. How can you write in a hair fetish and go nowhere with it? Plus he’s just fine with stripping down to his skivvies, in public, more than once, and the most we got was his MC quietly checking him out? Noooooo!

Todo is next, but he’s the single most underused character in the game. Even worse than Kondo’s treatment. At least you see Kondo pop up in the background in various main stories.

Hijikata and Okubo come after Todo. Only Hijikata has a route, right now. I prefer him in his side stories, because his route is kind of a bore. The worst part is when he just chickens out and goes along with Kyo’s stupid plan to break up with his MC, with no resistance. As for Okubo, he’s got the annoying trope of being super smart about most things, but being clueless about love. It’s not IkeSen Mitsunari levels of born sexy yesterday, though.

Keiki and Yuki would be my next picks. They’re basically the same, for me. Both very sweet and caring, they’re both kind and their kinds are like open secrets. Yuki doesn’t have a route, but the worst thing about Keiki’s is that his MC suddenly has a lobotomy halfway through and is a giant derp from then on.

Haru is next. I like him, but he can be a little overbearing sometimes. I’m picky about my yanderes.

Katsura, Kyo and Saito are last, for me. I think the worst thing about Kyo’s route was all of the MC’s forced clumsiness. It was out of place and didn’t make any sense. We also didn’t really get to learn much about Kyo and how he interacts with his MC, because the focus was mostly on the action, and there was little romance to be had that wasn’t immediately interrupted by the MC’s unnecessary Bella Swan interpretation.

As for Saito, his route is extra heavy on the snore fest. He’s a fine character on his own, but my goodness will his route put you to sleep.

The same can be said for Katsura. I think he’s a very funny character, but that route! If you’re up late and can’t sleep, read any chapter of his route!

#q&a #destined to love

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natasha-cole · 7 years ago

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Uh, I may have been a little to excited about this; because I literally finished my fic challenge like two days after it was posted. This is for @narisjournal-blog and her 300 follower challenge!

My prompt was #317, which will be bold in the story.

Summary: You and Rob only meant to get back at your friends for the years of jokes and teasing they put you through. When you agreed to help Rob, you didn’t realize he’d take it this far.

Word Count: 7272

No pairing, just Rob x Reader centered

Warnings: swearing, minor injury

Note: I feel like this might be set up weird. You’re basically starting with a conversation on Sunday to get the basic set up of the story; then going back to the beginning of the weekend. The story will end up on Sunday Afternoon following the Sunday morning discussion. Hopefully that makes sense.LOL! Also, titles are not my forte.

Sunday Morning

“Before I started this, you told me you would have my back - no matter what,” Rob said in a hushed voice.

“I know and I’m sorry. But this is getting out of hand and I just can’t do this anymore.”

“You don’t get to walk out on me now, that’s not how this works. I won’t let you.” Rob said firmly. He placed a hand over yours, trying to calm you as he could probably sense your anxiety in the moment.

“P-please, Rob. We can’t keep doing this. This isn’t what I agreed to.”

“You agreed to help me, no matter what. We agreed to help each other.”

“But, not to this extent. I didn’t know it was all going to turn into this!” You freed your hand from his, waving both arms about wildly to emphasize the complete and utter disaster you were both finding yourselves in.

“Regardless of what you expected, this is where we are. There’s no turning back now.”

“We’re going to get caught, you know that, right? They’ll all know it was us.” You tried to make him realize that eventually, all of this was going to catch up with you. There were a handful of your fellow actors and friends at this convention, it would only be a matter of time before they began to weed each other out as the suspects, leaving you and Rob as the only possible answer to the chaos that was now rapidly unfolding.

“We’re too far in this to back out now,” he reminded you.

“You told me it was just going to be one day,” you sputtered, “one day and then we’d stop. What is wrong with you? How did I let you talk me into this?”

“It was only supposed to be one day, but I am so tired of how much they all mess with me. I’m always the butt of the joke, the one they pick on. Don’t tell me that you don’t get sick of it too.”

“Sure, I do… but don’t you think we’re handling this all wrong? Don’t you think this has gone too far?”

“No.” Rob stated, face red out of what was almost something like anger. You hadn’t realized until now how deeply offended Rob had been by the constant joking and pranks that the others had put him through this weekend. For some reason, they had gotten worse, leaving Rob in a constant state of panic over every little thing. You assumed it had a lot to do with Halloween coming just around the corner; the usual practical jokes and teasing had increased in the green room and on stage, almost all of those being aimed directly at Rob and yourself. You had already endured multiple embarrassments on Thursday; fake spiders in your bag, cheese still wrapped in plastic in your sandwich at lunch, even Skittles mixed in with your bowl of M&Ms. All of it had been cruel; but you knew that Rob received even worse. You actually had to stop him when he began to tell you that someone had managed to get into his hotel room and covered the toilet bowl with plastic wrap.

All of this was your own faults really. The two of you had always been picked on; on set and at conventions. It was as if you were just easy targets and everyone knew it. You hated how gullible you were, and you were sure Rob hated that about himself as well.

“Rob…” you trailed off for a moment, thinking hard about the situation that the two of you had gotten yourself into, “I’m afraid we’ll get caught. When we do, they’re going to be even worse to us.”

“They haven’t caught us yet, especially since we’ve pitted them against each other,” Rob replied. He turned to you, giving you a sly look, those blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Rob, we can’t. This one is just… too advanced for us. We’ll never get away with it.”

“We’ve got to try.”

“You’ve lost your mind,” you muttered, suddenly fearful for his next move.

“Oh, it’s going to be so good though,” he grinned.

The Friday Before

“This is so stupid…”

“What? This is a great idea, I saw it on Pinterest.”

“You have a Pinterest?” You asked, raising a brow at him as you worked.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that this prank is hilarious. Kim is going to be so grossed out.”

“Well, if brushing your teeth is gross, then yeah, I imagine she’ll be horrified,” you said sarcastically as you continued to scrape the cream filling from the Oreos, handing the chocolate cookies over to Rob who was refilling them with toothpaste.

“It’s gross because she won’t expect it, no one wants a mouth full of toothpaste when they’re biting into a cookie.”

You sighed heavily, “you know, I really thought you were going to be ruthless with this whole thing. Toothpaste cookies are hardly an epic prank.”

“This is only the beginning,” he promised, “I’ve got more ideas, and I assume you’ve done your homework?”

“Yeah, I have. Mine are… different than your ideas. But yours are cute.”

“Cute? I’m trying to be cruel here.”

“Oh honey, you need to try a little harder. Perhaps starting with the harmless pranks is best though.”

Rob scowled at you, “I thought this was pretty mean.”

“Well, since you’re forcing me to do this, I’ve made sure to come up with some ideas that are way worse. You really aren’t capable of being mean. No wonder everyone picks on you.”

Rob frowned at you as he finished filling the last of the Oreos. You worked together, replacing them into the container carefully, hoping that your work wasn’t sloppy. When you both decided you were okay with how it turned out, Rob gathered the container and the empty toothpaste bottle and you both headed out of your hotel room.

Once inside the greenroom, you carefully looked around, hoping that no one would be there. It was early in the morning on Friday; you and Rob made sure to get an even earlier start on your prank so that you could beat everyone else to the convention area. The only people present were a few security and volunteers; all of which Rob very discreetly paid off to pretend that they didn’t see anything. You made your way to the food table which was already filled with snacks and drinks; carefully placing the oreos front and center. If there was anything that Kim couldn’t resist, it was the creamy chocolatey goodness of an Oreo cookie. She was your first target. Decided upon by Rob after he found out that she had been the one to put shaving cream in his shoes yesterday.

“For good measure,” Rob whispered as he grabbed some of the water bottles from the table, reaching into his pocket to retrieve what looked like a small pin. You watched him curiously as he took the pin and began to poke small holes in the sides of each water bottle.

“What are you doing?” You asked finally.

“When one of those jerks grabs for a drink, they’re going to be surprised when they get all wet,” he laughed.

“Wow,” you replied, “you really are evil. Let me guess, Pinterest?”

“Shut up,” he said as he kept working. When he was finished, he replaced the water bottles and you were actually sort of amazed that there wasn’t already water leaking everywhere given how many holes he has poked into each one. You nodded your approval as you both quickly gathered your evidence.

By now, your heart was racing at the thought of being caught. Rob had taken a little too much time setting up his water bottle prank, and you wanted to get out of there before anyone could realize that you had been there before everyone. You scrambled now, grabbing the empty bottle of toothpaste; you still didn’t understand why Rob had even brought it to begin with.

“Hurry!” you whispered, “Anyone could show up at any minute.”

You started for the door, power walking as your anxiety picked up.

“Y/N! Wait!” Rob shouted, grabbing you by the arm. He took the toothpaste bottle from your hand and ran over to the table where they had all been sitting yesterday. Rob held the bottle up for you to see, giving you a cunning look before slipping it underneath a jacket that had been left on the table.

“Is that… is that Billy’s jacket?” you asked.

“Yeah it is,” Rob chuckled, “and he’s about to be suspect number one.”

Rob raced back to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door, both of you smiling as adrenaline pumped through you.

You returned to the green room later, as the others started to arrive. You only hoped that you got there before anyone fell victim to your pranks. You wanted to keep yourselves as the least suspected, but you didn’t want to miss out on their reactions. The band was there already, along with Rich; so you sat on the couch and began to thumb through your phone as Rob grabbed a guitar and began to strum on the other side of the room. You made sure you distanced yourselves, trying to seem inconspicuous.

Kim finally entered, followed by Briana; both talking excitedly to each other. Your breath caught as they made their way to the food table. You glanced quickly at Rob who met your stare briefly before going back to ignoring everyone.

You watched nervously as Kim inevitably grabbed for an Oreo. She and Briana were still chatting as she brought it to her mouth, taking a bite. Your breathing stopped, waiting for her reaction.

“What the hell?” Kim shouted, spitting the cookie out into a napkin, “is that toothpaste? Did someone put toothpaste in the Oreos?!”

She glanced around the room, eyeing each of you accusingly. You froze for a moment, waiting as she continued to scan the room for the culprit. She stopped suddenly on an unsuspecting Rich.

“You,” she said slowly, pointing directly at him. Rich looked up at her, mouth agape despite the bagel that he had just shoved into his mouth.

“Me?” He asked, pointing to himself, eyes wide in disbelief at her accusation.

You forced yourself to not laugh, instead focusing on the fight that was unfolding in front of you.

“Yeah you,” Kim replied, “who else would come up with a dumb prank like this?”

Your eyes darted to Rob who was now looking up from his guitar, that scowl present on his face as he seemed hurt that someone thought his prank was dumb.

“Hey, it wasn’t me, okay,” Rich defended himself, “I wouldn’t touch your stupid Oreos, I’m not an idiot.”

Kim scoffed at him, reaching for a bottled water to probably wash the taste of toothpaste and chocolate out of her mouth. She grabbed it by the lid, moving it to her other hand where she then placed a firm grasp on it. You sucked in a breath as she did so, waiting. Before Kim could even think about taking the lid off, water began to squirt everywhere, soaking the front of her shirt as well as Briana’s who happened to be standing too close to her. You smiled slightly, impressed that Rob had taken the time to poke that many holes in the bottles.

“What the hell?!” Kim screamed again as she tried to understand what was going on. By the time she realized what was happening, most of the water was gone, and covering her and Briana.

“Really?!” Briana shouted, looking down at herself in disgust, “now I look like I’ve pissed myself.”

“That’s a good look for you,” Rich chuckled, still shoveling the bagel into his mouth.

“You think you’re so clever,” Kim spat back.

“It wasn’t me!” He defended himself again.

“Really guys?” Billy chimed in finally, rolling his eyes as Rich and Kim exchanged words. “This is stupid. Really bad pranks…” he continued as he moved toward the table. He reached for his jacket suddenly, laughing at Kim and Briana’s misfortune.

“Haha,” said Briana, “you wouldn’t think it was funny if it were you.”

“Whatever,” Billy mumbled. As he lifted his jacket off the table, the empty toothpaste bottle remained on the table, directly underneath where his jacket had been.

“What’s that?” Rich asked curiously. Billy reached down, picking up the bottle and examined it.

“It’s toothpaste…” he mumbled.

“Aha!” Shouted Kim, rushing toward Billy. “An empty toothpaste bottle! You are terrible at this, you’re not supposed to keep the evidence.”

“I-It wasn't me,” Billy stuttered, now looking scared as Kim glared at him.

“Yeah right, I’m sure you just happen to carry this around with you.��

“I was framed!” Billy shouted. “That’s not mine, I didn’t do it!”

“Just watch your back, Moran,” Briana threatened, eyeing him now, “you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

Just then a handler entered the room, letting Rob, Rich, and the band know that they were due on stage. They each hurried for the door, eager to escape the glares of Kim and Briana. As Rob walked past you, he shot you a sly wink causing you to smile uncontrollably. Your plan had worked beautifully. Before you would even realize it, Kim would be hatching a plan to get back at Billy. You and Rob had gotten away with it completely, no one even suspected the two of you. When they all left the room; Kim and Briana following since their panel was first, you sat back with a pleased grin on your face, thinking of ways you could prank the others and who you would frame for each trick you played.

The rest of Friday went smoothly. You had managed to find Rob at one point when you both were actually not busy with something. The others were slowly starting to get back at each other. Kim had replaced Billy’s ketchup at lunch with hot sauce. Billy, who was not one to mess around, acted as if nothing was wrong when he bit into his lunch. Everyone was aware that something was wrong though when he turned beet red and he began to sweat. He chewed his food though, eyeing Kim as he powered through it. You had to hand it to him, he really wasn’t going to let her win this one.

When you and Rob finally had a moment, you snuck off together to plan your next prank. This was one that you had come up with to get back at Rich for the way he had made fun of you yesterday.

“Did you get the stuff?” You whispered to Rob as you both hid in what seemed to be a storage closet.

“Of course I did,” he answered, digging through his bag. He handed you a handful of small hand sanitizers and a couple bottles of glue. “Do you know how hard it is to find clear glue?” He asked as he watched you work.

You began to open the hand sanitizers, dumping the contents into a bag. When you were finished, you began to fill the bottles with the clear glue that Rob had managed to find for you.

“If there’s one thing Rich hates, it’s germs,” you began, “we’ll see how much he likes his hand sanitizer now.”

You sealed the bottles and put them back in Rob’s bag. Rob watched you, a pleased grin spread across his face.

“You sure you can get these to Rich’s table without him knowing?” You asked.

“I have my connections,” Rob explained.

Unfortunately, you had missed out on how your glue prank for Rich had gone. It was set up during autographs, which you weren’t a part of that day, so it would have seemed odd for you to be in the room when you didn’t need to be. You waited in the green room as everyone else finished up their day, listening to conversations over how so and so was going to get so and so back, and how so and so did such and such to them. You felt yourself glowing with pride, knowing that it had been you and Rob to set off such a staggering string of events so far.

When Rob was finished for the day, he whisked you off to his room before Karaoke, eagerly filling you in on the details of your prank on Rich that he had had the pleasure of witnessing.

“Ugh,” you pouted, “I wish I could have seen his face.”

“It was perfect, the second after he shook that first hand and went for the sanitizer, I could barely breathe. You should have seen his face, it was classic.”

You and Rob giggled together as he replayed the entire thing; watching Rich’s face when he realized something wasn’t right, him waiting for someone to come back with something to clean his hands with, Rich glaring at the other actors in the room as he tried to figure out who had done this.

“We’ve got one more we can do,” Rob continued, “tonight at karaoke.”

“No,” you replied, “maybe we should chill for the day. We’ve managed to get away with a couple of really good ones, let’s not push our luck.”

“We’re going to get Matt tonight,” he argued.

“Not that one,” you gasped, “we decided not to go there…”

“We have to do it, it’s too good.”

“Okay,” you agreed finally, “then we need to chill out.”

Karaoke

You watched Matt as he dressed for karaoke that night. Rob stood next to you, slipping on his white and red striped vest and putting that ridiculous hat on his head. You adjusted your corset as you watched and waited. Matt quickly put the giraffe costume over his clothing when you all realized you were cutting it close to having to be on stage. You looked at Rob as Matt finally put the giraffe head on and hurried out the door. Rob smiled at you and grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze as if to let you know everything was going as planned.

During karaoke, you almost forgot about the events of today. You were having so much fun, singing and dancing with your friends and fans. It wasn’t until you noticed Matt looking displeased as he occasionally messed with the giraffe head that sat atop his own head that you remembered that Rob had said he was pulling one more prank tonight. You felt another wave of adrenaline pump through you when you realized that Rob had pulled it off. It was only a matter of time before Matt found out what was going on.

After karaoke, you all found you way back to the green room. Matt immediately pulled the giraffe head off, swearing as he did so.

“What is this?” He cried out. Everyone looked at him as he began to grab at his hair, pulling his hands away and seeing that they were covered in something sticky and red.

Briana walked up to him, sticking a finger in his hair. She studied the substance on her finger for a moment before sticking it in her mouth.

“Mmm, strawberry jelly,” she answered.

“That’s disgusting!” Matt shouted, “It’s in my hair!”

“It’s a good look for you,” Rich laughed.

“You think this is funny? Someone literally put strawberry jelly in my costume, who was it?”

Everyone stared at Matt, clueless as to who may have actually done it.

“Rich!” Matt shouted.

“Why does everyone think I’m doing this stuff?” Rich shot back.

“It seems like a very… dick move,” Rob added, smiling with pride at his own joke.

The others groaned in response, but you made sure to let Rob know that his joke was very good.

“I’m gonna figure out who did this,” Matt promised as he removed the rest of his costume, throwing it to the floor, “and whoever it was is going to pay.” With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving the rest of you in disbelief.

Saturday

Saturday morning was mostly filled with private discussions over who had been pulling the pranks. It really was working out in your favor though. From what you overheard, each of your friends were blaming each other; not once was there ever a mention of you or Rob’s names. You and Rob did your part, mentioning the possibility of Stephen maybe trying to prank Matt since he had been in on blaming Billy for the Oreo prank, which Stephen didn’t believe Billy did. There was immediate discussion on how to get back at Stephen and you and Rob felt pleased with your results.

However, you and Rob still had some tricks up your sleeves. Today, you had planned to get Briana and Chris. Briana was a given as she often gave you and Rob a hard time. Chris was just a bonus. He hadn’t really done anything to either of you, but you were so drunk on power by now that you decided to prank as many people as you could, of course making sure that you framed someone else for it.

You had left the empty strawberry jelly jar in Stephens bag that he kept in the green room; waiting for him to give himself away. It was torture really not making it obvious, but you both knew that eventually, Stephen would screw up and get himself caught. That didn’t come until about halfway through the day though. Stephen had been digging through his bag as you all sat around taking a break. Unfortunately for him, he pulled the jar out to examine it with Matt sitting right across from him. Matt saw it immediately.

“It was you?”

“This isn’t mine,” Stephen explained, tossing the empty jar to the floor, watching as it rolled to Matt’s feet.

“What did I ever do to you?” Matt asked, face red and angry.

“Nothing,” Stephen replied, “I didn’t do anything. I don’t know how that got there.”

“Watch your back man,” Matt threatened as stormed from the room yet again.

In the aftermath of Matt’s threats toward Stephen, you and Rob got to work for your prank on Chris. You weren’t sure how Rob had managed to gain access to one of Chris’ cameras, and you really didn’t want to know. All you did know was that Rob had it and he was now carefully coloring on it with a black marker. It really was the oldest trick in the book, but you let Rob have this one. He seemed awfully proud that he had thought of it.

“These cameras are super expensive,” you reminded him. You bit your lip, unsure if this one was a good idea at all.

“Relax, it’s only marker, it’ll wash off.”

“Chris is also super tall…”

“He won’t know it was us,” Rob replied almost nervously, “I’m not afraid of him.”

“Okay, but if this one backfires, you leave me out of it.”

“Traitor,” Rob said with a laugh. When he was finished, he carefully replaced the camera into it’s bag and left it on the table.

“He really just left it sitting here?” You asked when you realized Rob was leaving it.

“Yeah, what an idiot.”

Once you left the scene, you began to work on your prank for Briana. This was one that you weren’t quite sure of. Sure, you had come up with it, knowing that it would be pretty epic; but eventually you felt uneasy about it.

“She always brushes her teeth after eating,” Rob explained, “at least the woman has great dental hygiene.”

“Yeah, but maybe this one is going too far. Also, we’ve already done one tooth related prank.”

“No, this one is going to be even better.”

“Rob, I really think it’s time to hold back,” you said. For a moment, you really felt like these pranks were getting out of hand.

“Y/N, you came up with an amazing idea, you’d be selling yourself short if we didn’t do it.”

“Fine,” you replied as you grabbed Briana’s toothbrush from Rob. Rob looked around the room, making sure no one was around as he watched you open the cap to the food dye you were holding. You carefully placed a few drops of the dye into the bristles of the toothbrush before quickly placing it back where you got it from. Rob grabbed the dye from you and moved across the room to place it under Rich’s hat that was now left at the table.

“Rich’s turn,” Rob said with a smile. He grabbed your hand again and led you to the couch. “Now we just wait,” he said as the two of you sat down, pretending to look busy as you waited for someone else to join you.

You had been delighted to witness the prank you had pulled on Briana that day. As usual, she ate lunch and made her way to a bathroom to brush her teeth. You really had to hand it to her, the woman enjoyed having clean teeth. You and Rob and some of the others were treated to her screams a while later. She came rushing out of the bathroom, waving her toothbrush at each of you.

“Are you fucking serious!” she yelled, mouth covered in a lovely shade of blue. You covered your own mouth, trying to stifle a laugh at the sight of her.

“Oh my god,” Billy breathed out, “this is amazing.” He pulled his phone out, aiming it right at Briana as he snapped pictures of her.

“Who is doing this?” She demanded. Her wild eyes glanced around, stopping briefly on you and Rob as you sat, pretending to be shocked at the situation.

No one answered her, there were only muffled laughs and shaking heads.

“Someone is responsible,” she continued.

Suddenly, an argument broke out again. Everyone began to blame each other, and they were doing so very loudly.

Rich, who was ready to escape the fighting, reached for his hat suddenly. He put it on his head, leaving behind the small bottle of blue food dye that Rob had left under his hat. Kim immediately noticed it on the table.

“Rich!” she shouted, grabbing Briana by the arm and shaking her, “look, he has the dye!”

“Oh my god!” yelled Rich when he saw the dye sitting there, right where his hat had been, “it wasn’t me! Who framed me?”

“Hey!” Mike shouted. Everyone stopped arguing, focusing their attention on him as he prepared to speak. “Has anyone noticed that there are, like, a handful of people here who haven’t been pranked?”

You swallowed hard, kicking yourself as you realized that you and Rob had forgotten to cover all of your tracks.

“Yeah, you’re right…” Rich hummed, “I mean Robbie and Y/N have been pretty fortunate.”

“Hey,” Rob started, “don’t you think Y/N and I get enough as it is? I mean, we’re always the victims, we’re always getting picked on.”

“You’re right,” Rich said, “someone is targeting the rest of us now. Borja and Chris have been pretty lucky as well.”

“Actually, someone did put peanut butter on my bass earlier, I just didn’t make a huge deal out of it like the rest of you are,” Mike replied.

“Fine, Chris and Rob and Y/N,” Rich corrected himself.

“Hey, it’s not me or Rob,” you said, “I mean, when have we ever pranked anyone? Like Rob said, we’re usually in your shoes.”

“True,” Rich replied, “also, there’s no way you two could ever come up with good pranks.”

You were grateful when the attention shifted from you and Rob finally, everyone going back to accusing each other.

Later that day, you received word of Rob’s prank on Chris. It had been during Misha’s ops when Chris finally grabbed the camera that Rob had sabotaged. About halfway through the ops, Misha finally noted that Chris’ face was suddenly covered in something black. Just by him holding the camera to his face, the marker that Rob had used has rubbed off, coating him in a fine layer of black. You got to witness it later when you ran into Chris in the green room. Unfortunately for him, the marker wasn’t washable. He walked around the rest of the day like that, glaring at everyone since he didn’t know who exactly was responsible.

You and Rob had pulled your pranks for the day, sitting back and enjoying the moments of sweet revenge that no one could possibly pin on you. Your plan to frame the others for everything had worked well, and there was only one brief moment of anyone suspecting you. Luckily, you and Rob were the sweet and innocent ones of the group; any suspicion had been quickly squashed when the others realized neither of you were capable of such cruelty.

When the concert rolled around that night, you both obviously decided against doing anything else. Rob had too much to focus on and you didn’t feel comfortable pulling any pranks on your own, especially not on concert night. For the first time during the convention, everyone seemed to be somewhat at ease that night. No one argued or tried to get back at anyone. This left you feeling slightly powerful; knowing that you could easily cause a stir if you really wanted to.

After the show, Rob had found you again. He walked with you down the hall, talking quietly about what he had planned for tomorrow.

“Rob, I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you stated again. It seemed as if everything was getting a bit out of hand now. Everyone was mad at each other and they were all basically targeting each other anyway. “I mean, come on, I think we’ve messed with them enough.”

“We had the big prank planned,” Rob pouted.

“I know, but is it necessary?”

“Hell yeah it’s necessary,” Rob said, “just think Y/N, think of all those times any of them picked on you because you’re smaller that them, think of all those stupid pranks they pulled on you just because you always fall for them. This is our chance, our one shot at finally getting back at those fuckers.”

“Haven’t we done that though?”

“All those other pranks… that was kid’s stuff,” he replied, “we have to hit them with the big one now. We have to get Jared and Jensen… we have to get them all.”

You sighed heavily, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it. The man must be feeling the same power trip that you had felt earlier, only for him, it was on a much more extreme level. Regardless, you had promised to help him through this, knowing that you wanted your own revenge just as much as he wanted his. There was no backing out now.

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday was going to be a difficult day. You and Rob had decided to mellow out on the small pranks, knowing that you were about to attempt one so big, even you were unsure if it would work despite how powerful you had been feeling. Rob had offered you a pep talk right when you panicked and tried to back out. He had been right, you were in on this together and there was no turning back now.

You had a small window of time now. Jared and Jensen were on stage doing their panel; the girls were doing photo ops; the band remained on stage with the J’s, and Rich was waiting for his turn in photo ops. The green room was empty and Rob had once again paid off a couple of volunteers to keep the room cleared while you worked. It seemed impossible at first; a prank to this extent surely couldn’t be set up in such a short amount of time. Regardless, you and Rob got to work. You worked together, stacking cups of water in front of the main entrance until the entire doorway was blocked. You knew that based on the way the door opened into the room, this wouldn’t do anything else rather than get the floor wet; but it was merely a distraction. You had some help earlier in the day from some fans during your meet and greet. During this time, they helped you set up the contraption just above the door that would hold water balloons. All it would take was a tug of the rope and all the balloons would come crashing down.

“Okay, we need to get the balloons into the net,” you explained to Rob in a rushed voice. The water cups had taken up a lot of time and you were now rushing to finish before anyone made it back.

“Climb up there and I’ll hand you the balloons,” Rob replied.

“Why do I have to climb up there? You know I’m afraid of heights.”

“Come on Y/N,” he argued, “I’m too shaky, I’ll just end up dropping everything.”

“Oh Jesus,” you rolled your eyes as you hesitantly climbed the ladder. Rob began to hand you already filled water balloons and you carefully placed each one into the net, hoping that nothing would set the trap off while you worked. While you checked to make sure the contraption was secure, Rob moved aside to prepare the buckets of flour. They too needed to be rigged up to ensure that they were set off as the door opened. You glanced around in amazement for a moment. Impressed that you and Rob had actually almost pulled this off. It was by far your most elaborate prank, and you were pretty proud that you had done it together. You almost wanted everyone to know you were the culprits, but you knew you had to set up and rush out the side door to actually avoid getting caught. If anyone knew you were responsible, you and Rob would never hear the end of it and you would probably be harassed even more.

While you focused on the water balloons, Rob began to carefully place Pop-Its around the room; under rugs, under couch cushions, scattered around the floor even in plain sight.

“Hand me that bucket,” you instructed Rob. You meant to set that one up before moving to the other side of the door for the second bucket. Just as Rob picked it up to bring to you, someone burst through the side door. You looked up in fear, afraid that you had been caught. It was one of the volunteers that Rob had paid off.

She stood at the doorway, eyes wide and in a panic. “Guys!” she shouted, “I’m so sorr-”

Her words were cut short as the door just below you swung open.

Everything happened all at once. You remember seeing Rich, Kim, Briana, and the band below you as you grabbed onto the ladder. All of the cups of water that you had set up went flying. Water was everywhere already; flying across the room, tumbling down to soak the floor. Already, your plan had been foiled. Even worse; the door was opened with such force, it immediately slammed into the ladder that you were still standing on. You tried to steady yourself, letting go of the rope holding the balloons in place. As you did so, all of the water balloons came crashing down on top of the six of your friends as they rushed into the room to see what the commotion was. You still worked at steadying yourself as you felt the ladder sway beneath you, and just as you thought you had evened out, Rich panicked a bit more than had been expected. He stepped back in disbelief as the water balloons fell on top of him, immediately soaking him, he swore a bit before bumping into the ladder as he tried to regain his footing.

You felt the ladder sway beneath you again, heart stopping when you realized that this was not going to end well for you. You tried to steady yourself again, but Rich turned and grabbed onto the ladder, pushing it even more. The combination of a stunned Rich trying to steady himself and your weight at the top of the ladder ultimately resulted in the whole thing toppling over. You could no longer even try to balance yourself out with Rich grabbing blindly at the thing as you held on for dear life.

As you fell to the ground with a thud, pain shot through your foot as you landed. In the distance, you could hear the constant popping sound as the six others scurried about the room; now stepping on the Pop-Its that they weren’t expecting to have scattered across the room. You glanced up from your spot on the floor; almost blinded by the pain in your foot with the ladder lying on top of you; watching the chaos unfold as your soaked friends danced around, shocked by the constant popping sounds that occurred no matter where they stepped.

There were curses and screams; the entire room filled with noise and panic. You glanced over to Rob who was standing in one spot; still holding one of the buckets as he too watched your prank take an unexpected turn. It seemed as if the entire scene went on forever, but in a mere matter of minutes, the room calmed down; Pop-Its were all but popped, all of your friends were now staring in shock at each other as water dripped off of them. Suddenly, there was complete silence. Eyes landed on you as you remained on the floor, groaning in pain; then eyes glanced over at Rob who hadn’t moved from his spot. Before anyone could say anything, Rob walked over to where Rich, Kim, and Briana stood. He stared at them for a moment before lifting the bucket up and tossing it’s contents all over them. The three stood there; mouths agape, now covered in wet flour.

“W-What the hell just happened?” Briana stuttered, still in shock as she tried to make sense of everything.

“It was the ultimate prank,” Rob muttered, “until it wasn’t.” He turned to you then, moving toward you quickly, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay!” you shouted, “my ankle… it really hurts.”

Rob bent down to move the ladder off of you before holding your foot in his lap as he sat down to check on it.

“You set up this as a prank?” Rich asked.

“Yeah, you weren’t supposed to come in, not yet anyway. You were supposed to walk in with Jared and Jensen.”

Just as if he had summoned them by saying their names, Jared and Jensen entered the room; stopping in their tracks as the looked around, assessing the mess that laid before them.

“Whoa, what happened?” Jared asked, now looking at the six others, half of whom were now covered in a sticky flour paste. He and Jensen began to laugh at the scene before them, at least until they noticed that you were lying on the ground, obviously in pain.

“Uh, I think Rob and Y/N just pulled the ultimate prank on us,” Kim said, as she moved toward you as well.

“No, we failed,” you replied, “our timing was way off, you weren’t supposed to know it was us.”

“Why the hell were you on a ladder?” Rich asked as he knelt next to you. The man looked guilty beneath the flour paste when he realized that he was the one that sent you crashing to the ground.

“Rob was too scared to do it,” you answered, flinching as Rob started to remove your shoe when he noticed your ankle swelling.

“I wasn’t scared, I just knew you’d get it done faster.”

“Wait,” Briana said, “was it the two of you this whole time?”

Rob took a deep breath, “Yes, we did it all.”

“Really?” Asked Rich. He looked at you both in surprise, almost impressed. “I didn’t think either of you would have it in you honestly.”

“Wait, did you pull pranks and then frame everyone else?” Billy asked.

“Yes, we pitted you against one another and watched as you tried to get back at each other. It was perfect really, no one suspected us. We just watched as we turned you against each other.”

“Wow,” Jensen said finally, “I-I’m truly impressed. I heard all about everything that happened this weekend.

“All of that was really you two?” Jared asked, amazed when you both nodded at him.

You smiled at Jared and Jensen, happy that someone was at least taking note of how wonderful the prank really would have been had you finished it just a few minutes before.

“This one was meant mostly for you two,” Rob said glancing between Jared and Jensen.

“Us?” they replied in unison.

“Yeah, I mean, come on,” Rob began, “you guys are always pranking me and Y/N; you’re always making fun of us and picking on us, it was time to get you back,” he looked around the room at the others who were just as guilty as Jared and Jensen, “to get all of you back.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t succeed with us,” Jared said, “but I have to give you props, this is an amazing set up.”

“Really?” Rob asked, now grinning as Jared complimented the two of you.

“Heck yeah,” Rich added, “seriously, all of those other pranks over the weekend… really good. We never even suspected you. You both really covered your tracks by framing each of us.”

“Well, that was Rob’s idea,” you said.

“Amazing,” Stephen added, “you really got us.”

Suddenly, from the back of the room came the sounds of clapping. You all looked over to see Mike, smiling as he stood there, still soaking wet as he started a slow clap. The others joined in eventually, slow clapping for you and Rob until it turned into a burst of applause. You grinned at Rob, well, it was more of a grimace since your ankle and foot still hurt. He beamed at you for a moment and you both enjoyed your moment as you realized that your friends were proud of how you had managed to prank them unknowingly all weekend.

“Really,” Jared said as the clapping ended, “this prank would have been epic if you hadn’t got caught. Hell, it was still epic.”

“Too bad you missed your real targets,” Jensen chuckled as he moved toward the couch. You held your breath when you remembered what Rob had put under the couch cushions, watching as Jensen plopped down on the couch, a smug look on his face. Just as he landed, the handful of Pop-Its that Rob had placed under the cushion went off. Jensen yelled, jumping from his seat in a panic.

You all laughed hysterically, even more impressed that you had still managed to get one of the J’s. Your laughter only made your ankle hurt worse and you cringed as pain shot up your leg.

“Really though,” Rich said, directing his question to Rob, “why the hell did you put Y/N on the ladder? She’s afraid of heights and now she’s broken.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time…” Rob mumbled.

“Hey, do you think that maybe we can forget about all of this and someone can get me to a hospital?” You asked.

“Of course,” Rob replied. He and the guys moved around you, ready to carry you from the room to get you checked out.

“How are you going to explain this one?” Jared laughed.

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