#yes i played the game just to get a sc of a locked door

[h3ad-quarters]

[Its claws screeched through the metal flooring, throwing up sparks that singed its skin. A brief tongue flick was ALL it needed to get HQs scent.]

"Marco...."

[The word came out as a shriek, a warning, a courtesy call. It waited a few seconds, giving HQ a headstart- It WANTED to CHASE. To make HQ feel what he felt. It was a twisted cycle, wasn't it? Blood for blood, tears for tears, an eye for an eye.]

[And off it went. The leviathan tore through the halls.... A human never could have stood a chance.]

ooc:hiiii hihiihihihhiiiii

The shriek was all HQ needed to get a move on. he thought he had more time, he thought that Sebastian wouldn't actually make it to where he was, he could hear it, the screeching of its claws against the metal flooring as his own boots made a decent thudding as each footfall pushed him forward

He couldn't move fast enough, he couldn't run fast enough, he couldn't open doors fast enough and in his panic - down went his keycard, dropping from his hand as he nearly attempted to throw it at the next door that was in his way, was he really about to face the end? was this it?

his transgressions had finally caught up to him, his complacency finally biting him in the ass.

He turned, facing his impending doom, facing the harsh reality of what he allowed to happen.

Karma has come for him

[clumsyclifford]

i can’t focus when you’re with me (i can’t sleep when i’m alone)

hello i wrote some jalex because i had XO by nightly stuck in my head and this came from that

thank you @tirednotflirting and @reveriesofawriter for the love i love you guys so much all the time

title from XO by nightly

read it here on ao3

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It’s on a pink sticky note on the fridge.

back soon. xo

The sign-off is familiar. The sticky note is also familiar, though Alex doesn’t really see why Jack leaves them anymore. There’s no point to the sticky note when Alex already knows Jack will be back and is no closer to figuring out his system for deciding when. Maybe there is no system. Maybe he truly just appears whenever he feels like it. 

Alex knows about variable-ratio reward schedules; he knows how the lottery works, promising an eventual reward and paying up just often enough to maintain the ruse. He isn’t an idiot. He can understand he’s not really winning the lottery when he spends every single night wondering if this will be the one Jack decides to grace him with his presence. One victory is nothing when it’s borne of a thousand failures. But Alex will take one night with Jack for two weeks without, and Jack knows that, too.

So maybe Alex is an idiot, but it’s worth it to be. Nights spent with Jack are some of Alex’s favorites. Mornings waking up without him are just an occupational hazard.

Jack doesn’t belong to him. That was never part of the agreement.

The spontaneity of Jack’s visits also cause a lot of problems in Alex’s life. He can’t plan his work around Jack when Jack has no schedule. And if Jack shows up while Alex is in the middle of something, forget it. As soon as the lock clicks and the door swings open — as soon as Alex hears the familiar footsteps and the toneless humming of Jack’s entrance — everything else becomes static.

It’s distracting. It’s infuriating. It’s intoxicating.

A cool breeze edging on warm sweeps through Alex’s open window tonight. He has a textbook open on the desk and his laptop beside it. The contents of the textbook are entirely failing to stick in Alex’s brain, and he doubts taking notes is helping in any way. It’s important that he learn this, especially when they’re moving on so swiftly from this section of the material; Alex can already foresee the late night he’s going to have trying to reteach this chapter to himself once he finishes reading it.

Three excruciating pages later, Alex decides the textbook can wait for a cup of tea.

It’s quiet around Alex’s place as he treks into the kitchen to put the water on. It’s quiet more often than not these days, as Alex has gotten more and more entrenched in his coursework. He’s had less time to play music. When he has free hours now, he typically uses them to sleep. It’s not an exciting life, but it’s the one he needs to lead so he doesn’t collapse from exhaustion at any given moment.

Still, the staticky hiss from the kettle as it starts to boil is comforting. Alex leans against the counter with his eyes closed, somehow simultaneously trying to refresh his memory on everything he just spent two and a half hours reading and trying not to think about that. As much as he knows he needs a break from all the studying, he’s not sure he can really afford it.

Naturally, this is when the lock clicks and the humming starts.

Alex’s eyes fly open. He stares out across the kitchen. The kettle finally reaches a loud conclusion and clicks to let Alex know it’s officially done boiling the water. And through the open doorway, an off-key rendition of ‘American Idiot’ announces Jack’s presence.

He’s humming the guitar solo. Of course.

Warring parts of Alex’s brain fight to react to this unexpected arrival. He wants to groan, because this is the worst time Jack could have fucking chosen, on tonight of all nights. He’d like to spin Jack by the shoulders and push him back out the door where he’d come in before he gets too comfortable. Sorry, not tonight, too much stuff to do that I can’t afford to let you distract me from, he’d love to say.

But the other part of him is imagining pushing Jack by the shoulders against a very much closed door, and Alex, in his weary state, isn’t disciplined enough to ignore that thought. 

Jack won’t come into the kitchen —  he says it’s too domestic for him. Alex pretends he hasn’t heard the door open and close and makes himself a cup of tea anyway, fully prepared for it to go cold. Maybe Jack will understand if Alex lays it out for him. Maybe if Jack sees the textbook he’ll latch on.

Not that Alex thinks Jack doesn’t understand how much work Alex has. Jack is an intelligent person. He knows. It’s just he doesn’t care. 

And Alex has to take some responsibility, because it’s not like he’s trying very hard to express that it matters to him if he passes his classes. When Jack shows up, Alex gives up. He could try harder to focus on his work, to send Jack away, but he doesn’t want to. He likes when Jack is here. He’d just like it not to overlap with nights when he has an entire textbook chapter to read, memorize, and internalize.

Steam is rising off Alex’s mug like wispy cirrus clouds. He brings it to his lips, burns his tongue taking a sip, and sighs.

Jack is sitting in Alex’s desk chair when Alex finally returns to his room.

He looks up with bright eyes when he sees Alex come in. “Hi, finally.” As he clocks the mug: “Ooh, whatcha drinkin’? Did you make me any?”

“Tea, and no,” Alex says. “I made it for me, because I’m trying to study.”

“Operative word being try,” Jack says.

“Yeah, and hopefully soon I will be succeeding,” Alex says. He’s not sure why he insists on pretending to refuse Jack when they both know with one hundred percent certainty that this is not what Alex wants nor a hill he plans to die on. For his own dignity, though, he has to at least look like he’s making the effort to be responsible. “You wanna learn about childrens’ development in their first year of life?”

“Such a hard no from me,” Jack says. “But be real. Do you want to learn about that?”

“No,” Alex says. “But I have to.”

Jack sighs. He holds out a hand and Alex places his mug in Jack’s grip. “What’s this? The usual?” Alex nods. Jack brings it to his lips, barely drinking any before exhaling harshly. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yeah, I just made it. As you came in.”

“You want me to go?”

Alex sighs. “Obviously I don’t want you to go. I’d love to get some advance notice for when you’re gonna show up, though. Tonight’s such a bad night.”

“Tonight’s a bad night so far,” Jack corrects him, setting the mug down on Alex’s desk. It’s dangerously close to the laptop; Alex nudges it further away, and Jack just shakes his head a little, smiling.

“I mean tonight is a bad night for you to be here,” Alex clarifies.

“Then I’ll leave.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.”

“So I’ll stay.”

“Yeah, but then I’ll be distracted.”

Jack shrugs. “I’m honestly okay with that.”

“I’ll be distracted from my work,” Alex says, although he’s sure Jack had understood the first time. “By you. Like always.”

“And I’m okay with that too.” Jack tilts his head, stretching his neck to look up at Alex, deliberately baring his throat. He drives Alex insane, in whatever way is most accurate to the moment. Alex wishes he had more self-control, but thinking about turning Jack away and instead spending several more hours at a desk reading page after page of information he won’t absorb makes him want to cry. 

And it would be rude, after all this time, to mess with the rules of the game. Jack shows up expecting that Alex will surrender, and Alex being taken aback and generally inconvenienced by this is all part of the guidelines for playing. He signed his agency away the first time he kissed Jack against the door. It’s too late to ask for it back.

(It’s not really too late — if Alex wanted it, he’d have it. He just doesn’t want it.)

Alex holds up one finger and with his other hand he lifts the mug to his lips. It’s still too hot to drink but he lets the liquid scald the tip of his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he swallows. 

“You could call me,” he says.

“I don’t have your number,” Jack says.

“You could ask for it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“It’d make my life a lot easier.”

“But way less exciting.” Jack stands up, and he’s taller than Alex, and he’s so close now that Alex can count his eyelashes as they flutter shut and then quickly open again. “You can’t plan for everything, Alex.”

“Okay, I realize that, but I could definitely plan for you,” Alex returns. “Like if you just told me when you wanted to come over I could plan for that to happen. Instead of just appearing out of nowhere and—”

“What, ruining your night?” Jack casts his gaze to the open textbook. He looks back at Alex, quietly smirking. “I’m so sorry for distracting you from the absolutely fascinating timeline of child development.”

“Yeah, you should be.”

“Alex, this is a rescue mission.” Jack’s fingers land feather-light on Alex’s wrist and travel up his arm, pushing his sleeve up to his shoulder and bracing against the slope of his neck. His grip tightens as he massages the tense muscles under his fingertips. “I’m like your guardian angel. I show up when I can tell you need saving.”

“Saving from the horrors of developmental psychology?” Alex mutters, posture slipping like a landslide. Nobody on the planet can ease the tension permanently at home in Alex’s shoulders, but Jack is welcome to try. 

“Yes,” Jack says seriously. “From the horrors of developmental psychology. And because I can literally feel the tension in your shoulders. When’s the last time you relaxed?”

Last time you were here, is Alex’s real answer. “I’m not clear on the relevance of this.”

Jack frowns. “I don’t want you to be stressed.”

“Then stop showing up out of the blue,” Alex huffs.

“Really? I’m the biggest stressor in your life?" Jack sounds genuinely incredulous at this.

“No, you’re not.” Alex sighs, looking anywhere except Jack’s face. “But you’re not not a stressor. You know I’m busy. You know I like to have a schedule. A little warning goes a long way.”

Jack is quiet for a moment. His fingers dig into Alex’s skin, working muscles that ache under his firm touch. It feels improbably good for something that kind of hurts. Alex closes his eyes.

“Forget I said that,” he mumbles. “We’re not gonna get anywhere. I’ve made my peace with it. You’re just going to be absolutely unpredictable and I’m just gonna be fine with it, I guess, because I like when you’re here, even if you never want to tell me when that’s going to be. It’s fine.”

Jack’s hands still. “I just think you’re overthinking it. I’m not complicated, Alex. I’m so easy. This is easy. If it were that important to you, you would kick me out, and I’d go. But you never do.” He resumes his massage, this time on the back of Alex’s neck. “You’re always working. And I’m here on a rescue mission, like I said. To keep you from drowning in it. It’s just a question of if you’re willing to be rescued.”

Alex groans. Even he’s not sure if it’s from the frustration of knowing he won’t get through anything else tonight or an effect of Jack’s halfway massage, though he figures it’s probably both. They’ve exhausted this topic and they’re making no progress. Alex is out of patience.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “Rescue me.”

Jack’s warm hands move to Alex’s face, and he’s still smiling a little bit when their lips meet.

The sticky note is gone from the fridge. Alex is not surprised. 

Sleep is still clinging to him, weighing from every limb. There’s a stiffness in his neck that has returned from wherever Jack apparently banished it to last night. Out the window, a blanket of clean morning light covers everything it can reach. Inside, a blanket is still dragging on the floor around Alex’s shoulders.

It’s when he’s reaching for the kettle that he remembers his cup of tea.

The blanket drags behind him as Alex treks back to his room, and there he halts in confusion. The mug is gone. He’d definitely left it here last night, and now it’s not here anymore. It had been completely full and now it’s missing.

Huh.

Alex glances at the textbook, open to exactly the page he’d left it at the night prior. There’s a pink sticky note he’d failed to notice earlier.

good luck, this seems boring as hell. xo

p.s. put your tea in the fridge xoxo

A smile crawls into the corners of Alex’s mouth and stays there.

He returns to the kitchen and finds his mug of tea in the fridge, as promised. There’s aluminum foil over the top, which seems pointless but a nice gesture. A confusingly nice gesture. Why is Jack changing the rules of the game all of a sudden? It’s unusual for him to move anything around, for him to leave any indication of his presence other than one single sticky note stuck somewhere for Alex to find.

Now, not only has he moved Alex’s tea, but there’s another sticky note. Alex finds it on top of the mug.

you’re cute when you sleep. xo

Alex stares at the piece of paper until his fridge starts beeping at him that the door has been open too long. He pulls the mug from the fridge and closes it. And then he stares some more. What is happening? What is Jack doing? Is this just going to be another new rule to which Alex is oblivious?

As the microwave reheats last night’s tea — Alex wondering as it spins how Jack had known that Alex is the kind of person to reheat the tea rather than toss it and make a new cup — Alex shuffles into the bathroom to splash some water on his face and deem himself presentable for the day.

And there, on the bathroom mirror, is another pink sticky note.

It reads:

I want to make your life easier. no pressure. xo

Underneath the words, there’s a phone number.

Alex smiles.

[606writings]

SC: Meant to be [Beelzebub]

A/N: My path to being a good angst writer just begins, but I hope this is a good start😌

Genre: A little bit angsty.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1,839.

Your eyes were stuck on a certain tall and well-built demon. His bright and soft orange hair falling over his blue-violet eyes focused in the food he was eating. The look on his face was so cute, enjoying and savoring the flavors of his favorite foods. His happy expression reminded you why you were in love with him.

“Uh, MC, why don’t we go to the movies tonight…?” A calm voice coming from your side interrupted your thoughts.

“Eh?” You turned around to face him and asked blushing.

Belphegor was sitting beside you, his plate almost full from not eating more than a few bites of his food, being too busy looking at you. His face was slightly red just like yours, ashamed of the question that previously left his lips.

“There’s this new movie I would love to see with you…” He said nervous.

“Oh, yes, what do you think about it, Beel?” You asked excited to spend a night out with your secret crush.

Beelzebub suddenly stopped eating, his eyes wide open and the food half way to his open mouth. He regained his composure and leaned back clearing his throat.

“I… I have something to do, there’s an important game soon… I think…” He excused himself lowering his voice with each word.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused and asked:

“Are you sure…?”

“Yes! He has to train with his team before the big game.” Belphie put his hand over yours attracting your attention back to him.

“Well… Okay.” You smiled to him and nodded.

This wasn’t the first time Beelzebub made an excuse to get himself out of your plans together. A few days ago, he started spending less and less time alone with you, he only talked to you when his twin brother was there. That was so strange from him, since he always loved to hang out with you two, even when his brother was napping, he always asked you to go out and eat with him or help him exercise.

Now you were feeling disappointed he wasn’t spending much time with you, and started thinking maybe he found out about your feelings and that was his way of rejecting you kindly.

But that didn’t matter, even if he became distant from you, you still liked him a lot. Beelzebub still was so sweet and thoughtful; when you were late for dinner and everyone started eating without you, he would wait just so you wouldn’t have to eat alone; he bought you your favorite food, he would protect you from other demons lurking around, he would help you with homework you’d struggle with.

You could still see his sweet efforts to help and protect you, even if he never talked about them or pretended to be distant, he was there when you needed someone, being that the main reason you fell in love with the avatar of gluttony.

Later that day, you were getting ready to go out with Belphie, still worried about Beel’s attitude. While looking at yourself in the mirror you started reflecting about your feelings.

You weren’t sure what caused his changed, but you didn’t want to keep getting your heart crushed and confused every time he got away from you. Your hopes would get constantly up and down every time he acted nice with you and then avoided you abruptly.

I can’t stand this anymore… You thought. Maybe if I try to be honest with my feelings to him…

The sudden thought got you excited, and started thinking about all the possibilities if you confessed to Beelzebub.

Maybe he likes me back… Maybe that’s why he’s acting like that!

Those kind of thoughts were filling your head and, with new found determination, you looked at yourself in the mirror once again and fixed your hair and clothes, before running out of your room, heading to Beel’s, where he silently locked himself up after dinner when Belphie and you started talking about the movie you were going to watch.

If he likes me back, that explains his weird attitude!

You smiled to yourself when you stopped in front of his door, ready to knock.

He opened the door to find you standing there waiting for a response.

“MC? I thought you were going out with Belphie?” He asked, frowning.

“I—Umm…” Even though you acted rashly feeling ready to shout out your feelings for Beel, now you were frozen in your place. “Can we talk inside…?”

He stared confused at you for a second before stepping back making a way for you to get into his room.

When you walked inside, you began to think what you wanted to say so there would be no more misunderstandings between you two and things could get solved more easily.

“So, what’s wrong?” Beelzebub interrupted your thoughts.

You gulped and started playing with your own hands nervously and said:

“Well, I was thinking about the past days and how you were avoiding me lately…”

“Oh.” He murmured, keeping his eyes away from yours.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like that, but… I just want to be honest and tell you…” Your hands started rubbing the back of your neck unconsciously. “That I actually like you…”

A heavy silence was filling the room, and as each second passed you started doubting more and more your previous theory about Beelzebub corresponding your feelings.

“MC…” He blushed lightly and sighed.

His eyes were now stuck on yours, and you tried to analyze what was going through his mind in that exact moment, and decipher his feelings. And that was a hard thing to do, but you could actually spot some happiness and hesitance in them, causing a small spark of hope to grow in the bottom of your heart.

“I don’t like you, MC.”

The words coming from his mouth accompanied with a harsh and cold tone, caused the tiny spark to disappear completely just leaving broken and disappointed heart. Now you were feeling dumb for making wrong assumptions beforehand.

“I realized that sometimes I’m a bit too close with you, and to avoid a misunderstanding like this one I started avoiding you, but looks like I just caused it…” He looked down and took a step back.

“B—But…!” You tried to say something, before he spoke once again.

“I really can’t see you with other eyes, you’re like a little sister to me… And… “He breathed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. “… My brother likes you, MC.”

“… What?”

“Belphegor likes you a lot. Maybe it’s cruel for me to say this, but you should give him a chance…”

At that point you weren’t even paying attention to the tears falling down your face, you could just feel your heart throb painfully, while trying to comprehend his words.

“Is that… Is that true?” You asked bemused.

“Yeah… That’s why I said I was not going out with you tonight… I want you to seriously think about my brother…”

You sniffled and nodded slowly. Now everything made sense for you, and seeing things more clearly, you thought maybe it was better this way.

Maybe we weren’t meant to be…

Without saying anything else you walked out of his room as calm as you could be, just to go back to your own room and clean your face before anyone would notice you were crying.

The confusion clouded your thoughts for a moment and you had to sit on the floor as soon as you got in. You hyped up your expectations wrongly, and let the fantasies grow careless of the actual possibilities. And now you were paying the consequences of your innocence.

But you took a moment between your sorrow to think thoroughly about what Beelzebub said.

Belphegor liked you, and his brother wanted you to give him a chance instead. Belphie was a sweet boy, but you were in love with his brother. And though he definitely deserved a chance, thinking about how his brother rejected you and now you ran to his twin to date him. It just felt wrong.

But maybe not just Belphegor deserved the opportunity, maybe you deserved it too; to be happy and date someone who likes you and cares for you. Seeing it like that, suddenly it didn’t feel as bad as before.

So, you stood up and walked to the mirror once again, ready to fix the mess that was your face after sobbing for a while. You tried to convince yourself you were doing the right thing and shouldn’t feel guilty about your own happiness, as you tried to swallow your feelings for Beelzebub.

After five more minutes of being locked up in your room, you received a message from Belphie saying he was waiting downstairs. Without waiting for more, you walked out and met with your date in the living room, ready to leave.

“You look cute, MC.” Belphegor greeted you happily.

“Thank you… “You smiled kindly, nervous now that you knew his true feelings about you.

He gently grabbed your hand and started walking out of the house with you.

What you actually didn’t notice, was that a certain orange haired boy was running out of his room, rushing to get to you before you left. He regretted his words and was hoping it wasn’t too late.

When you previously got into his room, silent happiness was flooding through his chest. You look very beautiful, he thought.

But when you confessed your feelings to him, the first two seconds he was struggling to hold back a giant smile. I can’t believe this is happening…

The magic suddenly disappeared when he remembered a few days ago when Belphegor told him he liked you, and was planning to ask you out and confess his feelings towards you.

The painful reality hit him. He couldn’t hurt his beloved brother, Belphie already blamed him for not protecting and saving Lilith (or so he thought), he didn’t deserve something like that. So, he spoke the hardest and most cruel words he could ever say:

I don’t like you, MC.

That was a total and outright lie. He loved you like crazy, he would do anything he could to make you happy. And watching the tears falling from your face because of him, made him feel like a total monster.

But he did what he thought was best for you and his brother.

Beelzebub stopped running when, from upstairs, he witnessed his brother smiling.

“We should take a nap together later, don’t you think?” Belphegor said.

You laughed and replied:

“Yes, that’s a good idea.”

The older twin stood frozen, watching you laugh as if nothing ever happened before, and his brother smiling brightly for the first time ever since Lilith’s death.

You and Belphegor left the house now heading to your date.

Maybe we weren’t meant to be… Beelzebub thought with sadness and regret, but his next thought replaced those feelings with bitter happiness:

At least my brother is happy…

At least Belphie is happy, right…?

[crystalwillow]

Kinktober - Open Heart

The Boss’ Restraints

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Word Count: 2.6K

Contains: Smut, tiny bit of fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Tagging: @mckenzie-bae @deansmyapplepie

A/N: I swear to God that I had this done and ready to post before todays chapter. I think it’ s just a little unlucky for me that what happened with Ethan, happened on the same day I planned to post this... anyhow, do enjoy this one! 

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“Valentine, get those samples and get them to the lab right away, I’ll page you if I need anything else today. Team dismissed.” Ethan said in his usual matter of fact tone as he took a seat behind his desk and shuffling a stack of papers. “Yes, Dr. Ramsey.” The young blonde doctor replied, gathering her things and following June and Baz out of the office. She waved goodbye to her colleagues and headed towards the patients room, but stopped dead in her tracks as her pager buzzed in her pocket. “A code blue for Mr. Fitzgerald?!” she exclaimed and ran to the elevator, jamming the button for the floor she needed. Not even giving the door time to open by themselves when the elevator stopped at her floor she burst out and down the hall towards Mr. Fitzgerald’s room. She entered to chaos. “He gone into anaphylaxis Dr. Valentine and the code team isn’t responding.” A panicked nurse said hurriedly, Casey turning and retrieving the defibrillator cart and wheeling it into the room. As she worked quickly and efficiently expose the patient’s chest, she had flashbacks to her first patient Annie. The nurse set the charge for the paddles, then Casey grabbed them knowing there wasn’t a second to lose. After successfully saving Mr. Fitzgerald, Casey trudged to the locker room to put her bag away then carried on with her patients, completely forgetting about the task Ethan had given her. She was at lunch with Bryce and Elijah when her pager beeped on her tray, her face immediately falling as she read the message.

“I... I’ve got to go guys. I... Bye!”

Was all she said as she stuff the last of her bread in her mouth, grabbing her pager and water bottle and sprinting off towards the stairs. Normally she would take the elevator when she received a page from Ethan, but he sounded mad in this one, so she wanted to buy herself a little more time. Also this way she could finish her mouthful of bread and not anger him anymore. As she approached the diagnostics office, she gulped audibly as she noticed the blinds closed. Stopping at the nurses station on the floor she leant over to the nurse who was there. “Um.. How- How mad is Dr. Ramsey with me?” she asked timidly. The nurse looked to her with a small smile. “He’s pissed. But don’t worry. We’ve got our jobs to keep us busy, and we also plan to scurry the second that door shuts behind you..” the nurse replied. Casey gulped again and approached the doors, entering into the lion’s den. She expected to see an angry, fast-typing Ethan behind his desk, so was confused when he wasn’t there. Then, he whole body froze as she her the lock of the door click shut behind her. Oh no. This was bound to be bad.

“E-Ethan. Please... tell me that’s you. And not- not some st-stranger.”

But she got no response, just a familiar breath that tickled her neck and sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m not happy with you.” A low and quiet voice spoke into her ear. She bit her lip, he sounded dangerously hot when he spoke to her like this, her already forest green orbs darkened with desire.

“I- I’m sorry Dr. R-”

“Ah! No talking. I want you to listen to me.”

She swallowed hard. She knew he was confident, it was one of the things she adored about him, but he wasn’t usually this commanding at work. Which lead to her having a quickened pulse, the only time he turned like this was when they were alone in his apartment and about to move things o his bedroom. She took a seat as he walked around his desk, doing the same. She looked at him, a mix of emotions taking over the mind. She felt scared, anxious and now... a little turned on. Casey didn’t dare speak, she just met his hard stare waiting for him to speak. The silence stretched on for what felt like hour before Ethan finally took a breath to speak.

“I don’t take being ignored lightly Dr. Valentine. Care to explain yourself? Why I had to do the job you were asked to do?”

“I... uh.”

“Well?” he pushed, making the younger doctor sitting across from him even more nervous than she already was.

“I g-got a c-c-code bl-blue.” She stutter, palms sweating with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Ethan raised a brow at her, skeptical of her answer. “For whom? Why couldn’t the code team answer it?”

“M-Mr. Fitz-Fitzgerald. And I- I don’t know. S-Sarah said they were-weren’t answer-ring.”

His annoyance with Casey turned to curiosity for a moment as he cocked his head to the side. “Why are you scared?”

“Sc-scared? Who said I was-”

“You’re stuttering a lot. Like a child in trouble for doing something wrong.”

“I.... I’m not. I just....”

“Rookie...” Ethan said leaning forward, his tone softening for a moment as he took her hand and she flinched. “Are you scared of me?”

“What?! No! Of course I’m not! I’m just... I made you angry. You should be correcting me and then telling me to leave. Why are you letting me explain myself?”

“Because that’s what happens. You clearly made a mistake. Besides, I was only angry at you for a moment.”

“Oh.”

Casey finally looked back up into his eyes and she saw it. Her desire for him matched in his darkened blue eyes as he licked his bottom lip, eyes slowly moving to look at her lips. They leaned into each other over the desk, Ethan stopping inches from Casey’s mouth.

“This is why I shut the blinds and locked the door.” He said smugly before bringing they lips together softly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to see me do this would we?” he whispered, breaking the kiss and swiping all his papers to the floor, turning Casey’s back to him and gently pulling her across the desk, spinning her around to face him, standing between her legs.

“Ethan... we’re at work. Are you crazy?” Casey asked

“Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe, you’re the crazy one for trying to stop this.” He husked, sliding his hand up Casey’s thigh and under her skirt. Her eyes closed slowly, and mouth partly slightly as she let out a hitched breath.

“You infuriate me Dr. Valentine.” Ethan said into her ear lowly, a small growl at the back of his throat as he squeezed her hip

“Ethan..” she said breathlessly.

“Shhhhhh.”

Ethan brought his lips to the crook of her neck, kissing sweetly at first and Casey tangled her fingers in his dark auburn locks. His kisses grew hungrier as he travelled up to her earlobe, gently sucking and nibbling at the skin. The contact was leaving Casey breathless, and she inhaled sharply as he nibbled her earlobe before pulling back, slowly opening his eyes and looking at her with nothing but desire. He moved his hand to his top draw, gaze never leaving the flustered sight in front of him, and a small smirk grew on his face his hand came into contact with the cool metal of the object he’d placed in there just before he summoned Casey to the office. Casey gulped as she hear the jingle of the metal as he moved it from the draw to the desk next to her.

“Y-you brought them to- to w-work” she asked. But was met with his silent mirk as he slid her white coat from her shoulders before turning his attention back to assaulting her lips with his own and discarding his own white coat on the floor, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. The kiss was fervent, full of lust and need. Yet, Casey caught the undertone of love and care it also carried. Ethan pulled her to her feet, breaking the kiss.

“Strip for me.”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game by calling me that in such a situation, Valentine.”

“That’s a bold statement considering our current situation.”

Ethan smirked at her spoken remark hearing the lust and want laced in her voice. The air crackled with a passionate electricity as they’re lips assaulted each other’s and clothes were thrown carelessly around the office. Ethan stopped mid assault on Casey’s chest, looking up at her with a devilish smirk that caused her to bite her lip and watch with anticipation as Ethan stood up, his now fully hardened length straining against his boxers. Casey bit her lip, enjoying the sight in front of her, eyes widening as she hear Ethan pick up the cuffs before turning back to her with a smirk.

“W-What are you going to- to do?”

“Hands above your head princess. I intend on taking you on a wild ride.”

Gulping Casey done as asked, watch as Ethan hovered over her.

“I’m very disappointed in you.” He husked in her ear, sending electric shivers down her spine. “Not only did you not do the task I asked, you disobeyed my request. This..” He said, snapping the waistband of her panties against her hip sending a jolt of pleasurable pain through her. “... is not the set I asked you to wear. Is it?” He challenged as he brought his gaze to her eyes, soft but calloused hand grazing her side before circling her aroused and sensitive bud with his index finger before toying with it between finger and thumb. Casey gasped at the sudden contact, whimpering when she felt the warm roughness of his tongue glide over the other.

“Ethan..” she breathed out, pulling on her restraint. “I want to... touch... you.”

“You should have thought about that before disobeying me.” He teased, leaving a trail of hot, wet kiss down the body before turning his attention to her inner thighs. Above her head, Casey wrapped her fists around the metal leg of the desk, her breath now rapid with anticipation as Ethan kisses everywhere except where she needed him the most.

“P-Please...”

Ethan smirked against her skin, he liked having her like this. Begging for mercy during punishment after disobeying him. It was one of his biggest turn-ons, though he would never let anyone in on that secret. It was purely his own. Hooking his thumbs under the sides of her panties he pulled them down as he kissed back down her inner thighs, leaving small purple bruises behind.

“Ah, Ethan. Please..” she whimpered as the cool air hit the dampened area between her legs. Upon seeing the sight, Ethan licked his lips hungrily, reaching out and running a single digit between her slick folds.

“Mmmm. Look how wet you are...”

“It’s.. all.. for you.”

“I should hope so.” He smirked as he positioned himself between her legs, kissing up her inner thighs again, slowly before teasingly swiping his tongue over her most sensitive area. The place she needed him most.

“Fuck.” whimpered Casey, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He hummed softly as he devoured her, pinning her down with his left arm as he brought the middle finger of his right hand to her entrance, circling it teasingly as she writhed and whimpered above him.

“mmm, fuck. ... eth-ethaaaahhh.” She hissed as he pushed his finger in slowly, pumping it and building up a quickened pace, swirling his tongue around her arousal. Ethan worked his tongue around her clit until he knew she was about to climax and then stopped pulling away. Casey whimpered as she slowly opened her eyes, finding Ethan looking down at her with a triumphant smirk, before kissing her passionately. She retuned the kiss with fervor, Ethan moaning as his still clothed erection brushed lightly against her hipbone. He lightly bit Casey’s bottom lip as he pulled away breathing in deeply, standing to remove his underwear and gasping when his erection sprung free. Casey breath hitched as she stared at the sight before her.

“Like what you see baby?” Ethan asked with a smirk as he lowered himself back to the ground.

“C-can you let me.. out?” Casey asked pulling on the cuffs. Ethan flitted his gaze up to the cuffs wrapped round the leg of his desk, then beck to Casey as he shook his head, spinning round and positioning himself over her mouth. She puckered her lips, lifting her head slightly and kissed the tip, making Ethan shudder with pleasure.

“Ohhhhh.”

“Did you like that..... Detective?”

Ethan close his eyes, breathing out heavily as he silently cursed to himself. “Open your mouth.” He demanded

“Why?”

“I want you to show me what that pretty little mouth can do with no hands.”

Casey smirked, slowly opening her mouth and lifting her head, taking him in inch by inch until she starts to gently bob her head. Ethan groaning pleasurably above her, keeping his plank position proved a challenge as Casey started deepthroating him.

“Ah, shit... Casey.” Weakness overtook his muscles as she hummed each time he hit the back of her throat. “Ah, fuck. Stop! Stop.” He said breathlessly, pulling out of her mouth and spinning to undo the handcuffs. He pulled Casey to her feet, kissing her with urgency, grabbing he butt in his hands as she jumped wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried he to his desk and laid her down. Casey gasped as the cold mahogany came into contact with her back, her eyes widening as she spot the whip hanging out of Ethan’s open bag by his chair.

“Ethan? Why do you h-have a whi-whip?”

“Precautionary. Disobey me again, and well.. .I think you know where this will go.” He growled in her ear lowly.

Many minutes which felt like hours later, Ethan surrendered begging for Casey.

“Fuck. Spread your legs for me. Now.” He urged as he blindly reached for his pocket, pulling out a condom. Casey waited in anticipation, her back flat on his desk as she watch him slide the protection over his rock solid manhood. Without warning, after positioning himself, Ethan slammed into Casey making her cry out in pleasure.

“Shhhh.” He warned bringing a finger to her lips, which she took between her teeth as she nodded. Slowly, Ethan started to thrust, and Casey whimpered quietly as he picked up his pace.

“fuck. me. harder.” She whispered in his ear, gasping as he almost immediately fulfilled her request cause her stomach to form that familiar knotting sensation as she felt Ethan start to twitch inside of her. Their breath was ragged as the whispered each other name in ecstasy as they climaxed together.

A few moments passed in a blissful silence as the two caught their breath, before Casey sat up looking Ethan in the eyes. The were now as clear as the Caribbean Sea again and he smiled, forehead still clammy with sweat.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” Casey teased as she looked around the room, then got up to start collecting her clothes.

“What?” he asked as he removed the condom, putting in a small black bag and the discarding it in the trash.

“Hooking up with me at work. Let alone in this office.”

Ethan chuckled as he began getting re-dressed too. He had just draped his tie round his neck when there was a knock at the door.

“Hello? Ethan? It’s Baz!”

Casey’s eyes widened as she pointed to their heads. Both of them still had sex hair. Ethan shrugged.

“He’s doesn’t know anyone’s here.” He whispered in Casey’s ear. “Now, care to help me with my tie?” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her. 

...

[fiive-second-cookies]

Secrets Untold

(Chapter One--Prince of My Heart AU)

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Story Warnings (all in later chapters): Sympathetic Deceit, mentions of Deceit, Remus, mentions of Remus, mentions of abusive and neglectful parents (nothing super detailed), each chapter will have its own set of warnings, most of which aren’t listed here, so be sure to check the beginning of each chapter

Story Pairings: eventual Prinxiety, eventual Logicality, established Remile, brotherly Logince, brotherly Creativitwins, brotherly Intrulogical, brotherly Anxceit, platonic everything else

Chapter Warnings: cursing, a bit of caps lock, brief almost-panic attack sort of?, let me know if there are any more!

Chapter Pairings: pining Prinxiety, brotherly Logince

Word Count: 1603

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“You’re the WHAT?” Virgil’s screech rang out, probably through the whole kingdom.

Roman winced. “I’m the prince.”

Virgil felt his breathing quickly pick up. No way. No FUCKING way. There’s absolutely no way this guy’s the freaking prince, Virgil thought hysterically to himself, ignoring the fact that he was very obviously inside the palace. There’s no way this guy, this guy Virgil had been meeting with for WEEKS was the PRINCE. It just wasn’t possible.

Virgil and Roman had met just over three weeks ago, both of them hidden in the shadows on the outskirts of the palace’s adjacent village. Both men were decked in cloaks—Virgil’s, worn and black with purple patches he’d sewn on himself, and Roman’s, bright red velvet. In one shadowed alley, Roman leaned against the wall, casually watching all the people bustle along on the early Saturday afternoon. In another dark alley across the cobbled road, Virgil was inconspicuously peering out over the people, watching closely, unseen by anyone.

Well, seen by one person.

The pair had caught eyes over the heads of all the people. Before Virgil could panic and bolt away, the other man strode towards him, never breaking eye contact, even as he dodged the many people in his way.

When he’d finally reached Virgil, he flashed a charming smile from beneath his hood. He’d introduced himself as Ro, and Virgil shakily replied with ‘V’. Roman led the conversation and Virgil stumbled along with it, trying to sort through his thoughts of panic and maybe just a sprinkling of gay panic too.

Eventually, the conversation had ended, thankfully with Virgil significantly calmer and actually contributing, but still every bit as much hopelessly gay. With a promise to meet Virgil again tomorrow, Roman sauntered off, sending back a wink that may have made Virgil’s cheeks burn.

The following day, the two had met in the same corner. They easily struck up a conversation, talking for much longer than the day before. They met the next day as well. And the next day, and the next, and almost every day for the past few weeks, the pair met up. Usually for hours they’d stay together—though, occasionally, Roman would cut their meetings short. They ventured to the bakery together, to the bookshop, the meadow just beyond the village, the stream between the meadow and the forest, the top of a roof to view the stars, and one time they even walked to the neighboring town to explore.

They never grew tired of each other’s company and never ran out of topics to converse about. Neither of them ever got too deep into their families or their pasts, and Virgil had assumed they had the same reason for doing so. Well, wasn’t I so very wrong, Virgil thought to himself with a grumble.

And maybe Virgil found the other man seriously attractive and maybe over those few weeks Virgil could feel himself developing feelings, but it was fine. Totally fine.

Except it wasn’t fine, because it turns out this handsome misfit Virgil had fallen for was not only not a misfit, but the literal prince of the kingdom. Are you fucking serious? Only Virgil would have that kind of luck.

(All the times Virgil had politely pretended not to notice how Roman would pull his hood tighter around his face before they walked into a public place made a lot of sense to Virgil now.)

Ro—which Virgil now understood to be short for Roman—had been the prince the whole time. Virgil had been with the prince. For weeks. Virgil had called the prince teasing names. Virgil had talked about stealing food as a child to the prince!!

Virgil could feel himself spiraling. THE PRINCE! THE FREAKING PRINCE!

“V, I need you to calm down,” Roman said, crouching down beside Virgil. Virgil hadn’t even noticed that he’d sunk to the ground. His knees were pulled tightly to his chest and his fingers were curled into his hair.

“Can I touch you?” Roman asked. Roman, the prince, asking permission to touch a street rat like Virgil. What? Despite the absurdness of the situation to Virgil, he nodded, breathing shallowly.

Roman placed a hand on Virgil’s arm, gently tugging it away from his head to unfurl his fingers from his hair. “Alright, V, I need you to breathe with me, okay?” Roman brought Virgil’s hand to his chest, carefully tapping out a 4-7-8 rhythm onto his arm. It took a few tries, but after much encouragement from Roman, Virgil got his breathing under control.

With a final deep breath and exhale, Virgil slumped back against the table in exhaustion. Roman asked a servant wandering by to get a glass of water for Virgil. “V, I’m so sor—“

“Virgil.”

Roman snapped his mouth shut, staring at Virgil. “What?”

“Virgil. It’s my name. Felt weird for you to not know mine when I know yours,” Virgil said with a shrug, ignoring how shaky and breathless his voice sounded.

The servant arrived with the water and Virgil gladly drank it after the lady walked away with a pair of thank you’s.

After finishing the water, Virgil looked up at Roman, who looked right back. For the first time ever, the pair fell into an uncomfortable, awkward silence. Virgil looked into those bright eyes that he knew so well. Those bright eyes that he might not know as well as he thought.

“So… you’re the prince.” Virgil commented, picking at a thread on his cloak.

Roman bit his lip. “Well, technically, I’m not the prince, since there are thr—two princes.”

Virgil’s eyebrows scrunched together. He hadn’t missed that slip up, and he was curious about it. However, deciding that it wasn’t the time, Virgil let it slide. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Roman’s mouth opened, then closed. He searched Virgil’s eyes as he thought of a response. “I… I didn’t want to make it weird.”

Virgil snorted, shaking his head. “Guess what, Roman, it’s weird.”

“I know, I know but,” Roman sighed, glancing to the side, “I just didn’t want you to treat me differently.”

“Was this all a joke to you?” Virgil accused. Roman jumped back at the sudden change in tone. He didn’t get a chance to defend himself, however. Ignoring Roman’s gobsmacked look, Virgil pressed on. “Was this some sort of game? Make friends with the lonely guy on the street and then reveal how much better you are than him? Make me think I know you and then suddenly everything I know is a lie?”

“Virgil!” Roman cut off before Virgil could continue. “Nothing I told you is a lie. This wasn’t a game to me.” Virgil’s face was shrouded by guarded disbelief. “Honestly, it wasn’t. I’ve always gone to the village. I would sneak out as a kid to skip lessons, or to play with the kids in the meadow. As long as I stayed hidden beneath the cloak, no one would notice me. I was free to be Roman, instead of Prince Roman. I used it as an escape.”

Virgil slowly nodded. He understood needing to go somewhere to escape, probably better than most people.

“I made it a rule to never get too personal with someone, because I knew I could never be fully honest with them. But you were just so intriguing, it was like… like I was drawn to you. I wanted to be your friend. So I made it work.”

At that moment, someone walked through the door and Virgil became acutely aware of close he and Roman were. Roman was still crouched in front of him, a hand resting on his leg and probably less than two feet of space between their faces. Virgil’s face flushed and he shrank back a bit, but Roman didn’t seem too bothered. A light dusting of pink coated his cheeks but he calmly stood up and faced the newcomer.

“Oh, Roman,” the person said. “I was unaware you were actually home, I’d assumed you’d be in the village.” The person caught sight of Virgil then turned back to Roman. “Was I interrupting? My apologies.” They turned to leave.

“No, Lo, it’s fine.” Lo? Virgil wracked his brain. His eyes widened. Prince Logan, Roman’s little brother. He’d heard people in the town talk about how smart and cold he was.

“Well, fathers are looking for you.”

“Of course, I’ll be right there,” Roman said with a nod. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” he muttered to Virgil softly. “Logan can stay here with you, right, Lo?”

“Actually, I—“

“Perfect,” Roman said, heading out the door. He knocked Logan’s shoulder as he passed. “You’re the best, little bro.”

Roman walked out, and Virgil was more than a little panicked. His breathing didn’t speed up, thankfully, but he definitely didn’t feel calm.

Logan sighed, shaking his head. He turned to face Virgil and took a few steps into the room.

“Salutations. I’m Logan.”

Virgil wasn’t sure what to do. Should he bow? Isn’t that what you do when you meet a prince? He wasn’t sure. He’d never been taught the manners of meeting royalty!

“Uh, I’m—I’m Virgil,” he stuttered. Logan’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. You must be the ‘V’ that Roman has told me about, from the village?” Virgil nodded. “The reason he’s been sneaking out of the castle so often?”

Virgil’s eyes widened again. Was Logan upset with him? “I—I… yes?” Logan just nodded. They fell into silence.

As Virgil sat on the floor, tracing the patches of his cloak while Prince Logan stood stiffly a few yards away, he could only hope that Roman would return soon.

~~~

Author’s Note: hi! I hope you enjoyed! This will hopefully become a multi-chapter fic, which is a new thing for me, so that’s exciting and a little scary. I’m very determined to make sure this doesn’t flop. I hope you join me on this adventure and we’ll figure stuff out together. See ya next time, I guess!

(I’ve never had a taglist before so this is exciting. If there are any issues then let me know!)

‘Prince of My Heart’ AU Taglist (ask to be added or removed):

@anxiouslyfred @iamdefinitelynotanalien @overlyinvestednverygay @icequeenoriginal @pheonix-inside-reblogs @petrichorapollo @nic-is-here @a-killjoy-refrigerator @omgsomeonesomewhereonearth @enby-ralsei @prismartist @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing @twilight-glow @the-princey-pie @cause-a-gay-has-got-to-slay @myimaginaryromances @starryeyedhomicide @readcats @thesupersaltystudent @stop-it-anxiety-official @tinymeowser @ninja-wizard101 @eljincity

[soobsung]

glowing lights- sc

requested: yes

“send me a name + location”

location: arcade 

pairing: seo changbin x reader

word count: 741

josh, your date, played on the pac man machine completely ignoring you. your arms were crossed, mentally thinking of blocking his number once he dropped you off at home. you walked over to a car racing game, sitting down on the seat it gave. you took your phone out and texted your friend, complaining about him. 

changbin watched you, a small frown on his face. he saw josh a couple times through his week. changbin was the night worker for the local arcade, it was an easy job that paid bills. he mainly produced songs on his shift, a pair of headphones around his neck at all times, the black color contrasting the bright orange shirt his boss made him wear. he walked over to you, seeing as every customer was focused on their preferred game. 

you looked up when the bright lights were blocked and looked into warm brown eyes. you stood up quickly, thinking the rather cute worker was going to scold you. 

“oh, i’m sorry!” he gave you a soft smile, his heart fluttering at your voice. 

“no, it’s okay. you can sit.” you sat down, a confused look on your face. “you just looked lonely over here so I decided to come over and I don't know... keep you company.” you couldn’t help the smile on your face. 

“oh, do you do that to every person that walks in?” you teased and he laughed, sitting down in the other car game to your right. 

“only the cute ones.” you laughed a bit, looking over at him. 

“you know, i’m on a date.” he rolled his eyes and looked back at josh, who had moved to another game. 

“and how is that working out for you cutie?” you quirked an eyebrow at the pet name. 

“I think it just got better.” you flirted back and changbin smirked. he slipped some tokens into your machine and then his, linking the two. 

“let’s play. if I win, you let me take you out on a date. and I promise it’ll be better than this.” 

“and if I win?” you asked, placing your hands on the fake steering wheel. 

“whatever you want.” he stated simply, you both pressing start to the game. 

“what’s with the headphones?” you asked, turning a sharp corner in the game. 

changbin looked over at you before speeding past you. “i’m a rapper and I produce the songs for my group sometimes while working here.” he shrugged as if it meant nothing. 

“are you any good?” you finished the lap right after him. 

“i’m alright.” he said, bumping your car and pushing you off the track. 

“hm if I win, let me hear your newest track?” you asked and he turned his head at you, smiling a bit. 

“sure cutie, although you may fall in love with my talent.” you laughed and changbin smiled wider, turning to the screen. his mouth dropped open when he saw you had already won. “you cheated!” 

“no one told you to stare at me!” 

“no one told you to be so cute!” he argued back and you bit your lip, shaking your head playfully. 

“song.” you said, standing up and fixing your shirt. 

“hey yn, are you ready to go?” josh had finally realized you were gone after using up all his tokens. 

“i’m actually going to stay. thanks for tonight I guess.” you said, pulling changbin up by his hand. he laughed at josh’s dumbfound expression who left right away, slightly embarrassed. 

changbin promised to take you home which is why you still sat there behind the counter as he closed up the arcade. you took the headphones off as the last song played and he locked the doors. 

“so?” he asked, rocking back and forth in front of you, slightly nervous about what you thought. 

“you're really good bin,” he smiled at the nickname, “so is your group.” 

“did you fall in love?” he teased, getting closer to you. 

“hm I don’t know. I think I need something more.” you stood up, moving to stand in front of him. 

“yeah? like what?” his head tilted to the side and you looked up at him through your lashes. 

“like this.” you leaned in and you felt his hands go to your waist, lifting you onto the counter filled with toys and prizes under the glass top. your lips locked, both your faces illuminated by the glowing lights of the games. 

[vixthefantheorist]

The Discovery - Say Goodbye Aftermath

A/N: Hello, hello my fellow readers! Vix here and I’m back with yet another short story! This time however, this story is based on this amazing artpiece by Turquoise Magpie but its a commissioned piece to Jacksinsanity. So please be respectful to these two and give them some love! I saw this art piece via a friend who pointed it out in Jack’s discord server and… I fell in love with the image. And from it I had to write something that depicts how and why Henrik arrived there. Anyway, this story is focused on the good doctor, Henrik Von Schneeplestein! And a tiny bit of Marvin. I will say that I am talking out of my ass on some descriptions, like namely the house, I dunno what Jack’s house/apart is like, so I’m just throwing things together for the sake of the fic. And the smell of pumpkin… I never been around a pumpkin to know what it smells like. So again, just making it up as I went with it. As for what happens... it was Anti’s doing... blocking their sights until they see what he left behind for them... I hope you enjoy! *~*~*~*~*~*~*

October 31st 2016 What was once a fun pumpkin carving video… turned into a nightmare. Chaos reigned in the video once the star of the show was spirited away, leaving only the dark shadow to taunt and rant at the onlookers. They, who had no way of helping or stopping the situation that unfolded before their eyes; could only watch in horror as the light of life was snuffed out. All they were given were harsh words, words that stung and sliced into their hearts… the idea burned into their souls… that this tragedy was their fault. The mysterious being they dubbed, ‘Anti’, hissed and spat at them like an angry but cheeky cat; telling them that this nightmare was one that they brought upon themselves and the one they cherished. The shadow hissed icily that they only had one thing to do, only one thing to say to the Irishman that they lost. “̻̫̻ͅS̖̖̬a͏̼̱͖̟̰y̠̠̪̙ ̛͍̞̜̱G͠o͎o͙̰̼̻̼̺͜ͅḏ̖̞͉̹͝b͓̣̪̠̱̰ý͍͖e̼̠̬.̦̀”̶̩͉͕̱ *~*~*~*~*~*~* November 3rd 2016 Only a few days went by, things looked normal for the JackSepticEye channel with videos uploaded on time. But… something didn’t feel quite right. For the community’s part, it was unnerving, calling out to content creator in hopes of getting answers. But their words fell on deaf ears. And calls… emails… none were answered; not even a sight of him outside his house. Only on the videos did anyone see him. This struck the Septic Egos as strange. Jack was never one to ignore calls or email, especially from friends or family or potential sponsors. He would at least answer to say something about being too busy, or at least call back and apologize for missing a call. Even stranger was the constant restlessness of the community that the Septics noticed. They seemed very jumpy and kept repeating things and showing things that oddly… the Egos couldn’t see. Was Jack overworking himself again? It was possible and the videos could have been made in advance and queued to post to buy himself more time. So it was decided that Henrik should go check on him, in case Jack was sick then the doctor could provide some minor first aid. And so… Henrik Von Schneeplestein headed over to Jack’s place, whipping out a cellphone to call ahead. He listened to the phone ring as he drove over. After a few rings, the call was dropped into voice mail, Jack’s voice cheerfully reciting his message of apologizing for not being able to answer before it stopped and the beep signaled that it was ready for recording a message. Henrik frowned as he drove closer to the block where Jack lived. “Jack, are you being a little bitch baby again? You honestly need to stop overworking yourself, its not healthy and making everyone worry. Anyway, I’m coming over to check up on you for peace of mind. Do you know anything about what’s going on with the community? Everyone seems restless but we can’t see anything that could tell us-” The phone beeped again, signaling that his time was up and wouldn’t record the rest of his questions. “Damn it.” He swore softly, driving closer to the house and slowing the car to a stop. He got out and headed for the house, slowing a little as he noticed Jack’s car was at the driveway. “Least that tells me he’s home.” he muttered as he continued his way to the little path that led to the door. But as he looked up at the house, bright with a nice cheerful look to it…felt off. The cheery exterior seemed forced, like how Chase would give a false smile to hide his pain. It seemed far too still, like the home was holding its breath behind its false smile. Henrik furrowed his brows in confusion at the description that came to mind; then shook his head and headed for the door. “Must be getting paranoid, worrying over Jack and making me think something’s wrong with the house.” he murmured, nodding to himself, taking comfort from that logic. Granted, that didn’t stave off that feeling of wrong that gnawed at him a little. Still the doctor ego mentally waved the worry aside and gave the front door a hearty knock, standing back to patiently wait for an answer from Jack. Surely, he would have had to have heard that.   A few minutes passed and… nothing. He frowned a little before giving the door another knock, a little harder and louder. “Probably asleep but come on, he should have heard it this time.” Another few minutes and still no answer. Worry spiked through him for a moment before replaced with irritation. Henrik exhaled, the rush of breath hissing through his teeth in annoyance. “I swear to god, if he’s playing another game instead of eating, I’m shoving his microphone stand up his ass sideways.” He griped, abandoning the need to knock on the door a third time; and choosing to rifle around for the hidden spare key. Jack always locked his door when he came home to record. He always had that fear of people walking in while he was distracted by games so he always locked the door behind himself. It took the good doctor a moment to find the key, hidden behind a compartment of the joke hallway key rack placed by the door. As if anyone would openly leave their keys there. But behind it, thanks to a bit of Marvin’s magic, was the key. Grumbling to himself mostly to keep the worry at bay, he fitted the key in and unlocked the door, slipping inside. The moment he entered the house was when the worry he kept ignoring, whispered to him. Something’s not right. The house was eerily quiet, the interior dark; save for the light coming through the window. Thankfully, sunset wasn’t until another few hours, so it wasn’t that dark. But it was enough to say that no one was here… or the resident was asleep. “Jack?” Henrik called out quizzically, wondering what the hell the Youtuber was doing. The house shouldn’t be this quiet, even if he lived on his own, there was always that something. Something that made the home more lively. But that something was missing, leaving the house to be as quiet as a tomb. The doctor shook his head, scolding himself for such a bad analogy, stepping further into the house to close the door behind him and set the key aside on a side table. “Jack, are you home?” Maybe he went out on a walk? He had been going on runs… but… no one has seen him since Halloween. “Are you alright? Are you sick?” Silence. Taking a breath to steel himself against the feeling of uncertainty that wrapped around him. Then flinched at the scent of something foul. It was faint but it was definitely there. Was something rotting? “All right, something is definitely wrong...” He murmured as he ventured into the house, wincing at sound of his own footsteps seemed to unnerve him further. He was closest to the kitchen and decided to check it out, since the living didn’t offer any clues besides it being empty of the Irish Youtuber. The kitchen, on the other hand, was just as empty of a person… yet it did offer a couple of clues. It was missing a table and the remnants of a cooked meal were still present, so he did eat. But there was a problem. The dishes had remained in the sink and the part of the scent of rot was coming from here, but not the scent he smelled from the living room near the stairs. That and there was a colony of ants feasting upon the leftovers of what was… chicken? Some kind of meat and vegetables, it was bit difficult to tell with ants all over the sink. Henrik twitched at seeing them thriving there, disturbed and a lot more concerned now. Everyone knew Jack despised cleaning… but there was no way he would’ve ignored the dishes to let ants just move in. How long did he leave the kitchen dirty? “Jack?!” The doctor called out louder, stressing Youtuber’s name as he left the ant infested kitchen to search further, his movements no longer hesitant and quiet. “My friend! Where are you?” The downstairs bathroom yielded nothing… same with the linen room, save for a pile of dirty clothes begging to be washed. The only other room left was the bedroom that doubled as the recording room and Henrik was already dashing for it, taking his phone out. He hit speed dial for Marvin. It didn’t even take two rings before the magician picked up. “Hello? Hey, Henrik! What’s going on? Jack ok-” Marvin the Magnificent greeted happily before being cut off by the doctor. “Marvin, whatever magic show you’re doing, pull a disappearing act and get your ass over to Jack’s house. NOW!” He hissed as he passed the kitchen to get to the stairs. “Jack’s house? Why? What’s wrong?” Whatever mirth that had been behind his tone earlier switched to concern and seriousness. “Hen, are you… are you running?” “Yes, I am! Where’s Chase? Just… call everyone to get to the house NOW, Marvin!” “Chase is with me at the magic show...” “Magic his ass with you then! Call Jackie and tell him to get here! I don’t know what is going but something is wrong and I need you all here to help me! If I’m guessing right then- Oh god… what is that?” “Hen? What is what?” Henrik ignored Marvin’s voice, flinching at the scent of rot… it was definitely coming from here. He paled realizing that the scent was originating from here the second floor of the house... It can’t… No, the scent wasn’t right. He shook his head, trying to not panic and analyze the scent of rot he was smelling. It wasn’t sickly sweet… not flesh… not a dead body… no… it was a little more bitter and sour. ...pumpkin…? A rotting pumpkin or the pulp of it..? Henrik’s eyes scanned the second floor, again not hearing Marvin calling him from the phone. “Why rotting pumpkin…?” “’Pumpkin’? Henrik, are you okay? What’s going on?” The doctor’s eyes fell upon the bedroom door, jolting a little at the sight of the door slightly ajar… and from where he stood… could see the room was dark. Pumpkin… Pumpkin… There was rotting pumpkin… Henrik stared at the door, moving quickly over to it, remembering now. The scent of rotten pumpkin pulp was thicker here. Jack was recording a Halloween special… Henrik hesitantly reached for the door. He was carving pumpkins for the community… he loved it back last year and thought it would be fun again this year. “Jack…?” He called softly, earning another concerned word from Marvin, who was on the move to collect Chase on his end, listening to what was going on. The video aired, the Egos couldn’t see anything wrong with it. To them it looked like an average pumpkin carving video… but community had been going ballistic after it aired, insisting something was wrong. “Please...” He whispered as he pulled the door the rest of the way open and stepped in the room… But no one saw Jack physically since Halloween… Henrik stared in horror, phone dropping from his hand and clattered onto the floor, earning a worried Marvin talking frantically to him, but… the ego didn’t hear the magician. The egos didn’t take heed of the community pointing something out to them. No one checked in on the Youtuber on Halloween when the video uploaded or the day after… “Oh...god...” “Henrik? Henrik! What is going on?!” Marvin’s voice was growing in panic the longer the doctor continued to mumble and speak softly. He was too dazed by what he was looking at to really hear or answer the magician. The bedroom was just as it looked in the Halloween video. Computer and recording set up out and unmoved, camera facing a table that normally didn’t belong here. That answered the question of where it disappeared to since it wasn’t in the kitchen. Burnt out candles were still where they were on the table, completely void of candle wax. Black plastic garbage bag was on the floor, judging from the smell, the pulp was in there and thus the culprit of bitter smell that wafted in the house. A carved pumpkin also sat on the table, grinning crookedly at the camera. But Henrik’s eyes saw nothing in the room, nothing in there was important. Nothing save the figure the pumpkin sat next to… The figure that belonged to the one and only… Jacksepticeye; who was slumped backwards on his chair and limp; eyes left in a half closed state but devoid of any kind of life. The way the body was positioned… it completely exposed his neck for the world to see. Henrik’s eyes reacted to focus on his friend’s neck, which blatantly showcased the clean, deliberate slash there, clearly indicating how he died… Died… “Why… why didn’t we..?” Henrik breathed in a horror, staring at the scene before him with wide eyes, feeling the burning of tears coming forth. It didn’t make sense… how did this happen? Jack hated using knives… they terrified him, he would never-  And yet... Jack was dead. The realization hit the doctor hard, tears stung his eyes as they flowed freely down his face as he kept staring, burning the image of his friend’s corpse to his mind’s eye. He could never forget this moment…this chilling sight that would always haunt him for as long as he lived. He would never forget this terrible discovery. “My friend… Oh god... Why?” Softly, in the background, was sinister giggle and a pair of pure black eyes watched from the shadows. It smiled before it vanished, keeping itself hidden from view until the day came to reveal himself to the others.  

[whatevertbbhhb]

Amnesia (Loki x Reader songfic)

Word Count: 2070

This was inspired by the 5sos song “Amnesia”

 Its really badly written angst, I guess

I drove by all the places we used to hand out getting wasted

Y/N slid into the stool next to me.

“Cmon Loki!” She urged “Just one drink!”

“I don't wish to become like my obnoxious, frankly quite rowdy brother.” I mumbled in response, sipping at my water.

She scoffed. “Loki I’m sure that you would be a much more dignified drinker than your brother.”

My expression remained stoic, however, and she took note.  

“Allright then. Suit yourself.”

“Come lady Y/N let us dance.” Thor boomed, appearing by my side and making me cringe. She took his outstretched hand and began to dance with Thor.

I tried to calm myself down. Assure myself that there was nothing between Y/N and Thor, but i couldn't shake my feeling of discomfort. I snatched up a shot from the tray beside me and downed it in one go.

“Y/N” I tapped her shoulder and she turned to face me. Her cheeks were pink and her hair was slightly damp as she squealed and grabbed my arm, pulling me deeper into the crowd.

“Loki stop being so stiff!” she laughed, swinging her hips. As the alcohol began to take its effect, I slowly felt myself begin to let go as well as I placed my hands on her hips and began to dance.

I thought about our last kiss how it felt the way you tasted

“That up there,” I said, guiding Y/N’s arm to the right angle, is Sirius, and that's Auriga. Right next to that bright star, way to left, is Sagittarius.”

“Wow, you sure do know a lot about stars” she said in awe. Her head was resting on my chest and we were surrounded by a cocoon of blankets up on the roof of Starks tower.

“I used to enjoy spotting constellations with my mother back on Asgard. She taught me all that I know.”

“ You know, I never thought that I could experience love, not after my mother died. Who could love a creature-”

���Loki…” she cut me off  “Don’t speak like that your brother-”

I cut her off “Until I met you. Love, you complete me and I don’t deserve you.”

“Loki, you deserve so much more than me. Don’t ever think for a second that you don’t deserve love; every single person on this planet has a chance for love and redemption, and you seized that chance.”

I tilted her head up so that I could see her eyes. She fluttered them closed and leaned in to place her plump lips on mine. Her hair felt soft as I ran it through my fingers, and her lips tasted like the hot chocolate that she had been drinking.

And even though your friends tell me your doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though hes right beside you

“Y/N and Eric make a great team.” Said Tony, strutting into the kitchen with an empty glass in his hand. “I just got off a meeting with Fury and Y/N. It was a good idea teaming them up, the mission is going exactly as planned.”

“What exactly does the mission entail” Clint asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look at Tony. He had just come back from a vacation with his family so he still had to be filled in on certain things.

“Y/N and Eric Eisenhart went to New Mexico. Fury wants to start a S.H.I.E.L.D chapter there, that way we have response teams available faster. Eric is one of the higher ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agents.”

Clint nodded in understanding. “And Y/N was willing to leave everyone here?” Clint asked, surprised. He knew you as a deeply affectionate and caring person who loved her friends, and was shocked that you would pack up and leave everyone so quickly.

Tony looked up from washing the glass to see Loki slip away from the kitchen.

“She asked for the mission” he said in a hushed voice.

“And her and Loki?” Clint questioned, equally quietly, gesturing to the door Loki had just left from.

“She broke up with him. One day, they were happily, quite grossly might I add, in love, and the next she was running out of his room demanding I send her on the farthest possible mission.”

“What did the douche do to her?” Clint growled, cracking his knuckles.

“Slow down there Buckaroo. As far as we know, nothing. I even watched F.R.I.D.A.Y’s recordings and it was her choice. I’m not a big fan of Reindeer Games, but Hell, poor dude doesnt deserve this.

when he says those words that hurt you 

do you read the ones I wrote you?

I sat down on the hotel bed after a long day of looking for real estate for the new S.H.I.E.L.D chapter. As my head hit the pillow, I heard three consecutive bangs on the door.

“Come in” I wearily called, still lying down on the bed. Eric charged in.

“Y/N what are you doing lying down?” he screamed. “We are way behind schedule and you are lying down!”

“Eric, calm down, we are not behind sc- “

“We are!” He cut me off “Just because your Avengers ass can save the world with your own powers doesn't mean the rest of us can. You shouldn't have come on this mission! Just because you wanted to get away from your ex doesn't mean you have to botch up the security of-”

He was cut off as I used my powers to slam him into the hallway. I banged the door shut and let out a choked sob. I never wanted to leave Loki. He was my everything, my life and now, now i can't even talk to him. His father threatened to smite me if I continued seeing his son, and he forced me to never speak to him again. Odin continued by saying that I could not be with his son, or not only my life, but his too would be in danger, and I love Loki too much for that. I collapsed on the bed and snatched up my phone, scrolling to the beginning of my text message history with Loki. Without him, nothing would ever be the same.

Sometimes I start to wonder was it just a lie

If what we had was real how could you be fine?

I slammed the door shut behind me as I entered my room. Yes why did Y/N want to leave everything behind. It was that Eric guy I’m positive. He stole my Y/N and she went with him. So much for everyone deserving love.

Cause I’m not fine at all

I can’t take it. How could she do this to me. “HOW” I screamed. She promised. “YOU PROMISED” I flung my dresser across the room. I smashed my bed and threw objects everywhere. Falling to the ground, I screamed my throat raw.  I am a monster, I guess, so why not act the part.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the makeup running down your face

I woke up to see Y/N packing a suitcase.

“You have a mission?” I asked, confused. She sniffled and continued packing. Y/N, what's wrong love?”

“Don't call me that.” She said.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I said, don't call me love. Your not capable of love.”

“Y/N?” I asked, hurt. “don't say that.”

She stood up, dragging her suitcase behind her and shoved me out of her way. “I can't love a mon-monster” she said and ran out the door.

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I locked myself in my room. Y/N, the one person who truly loved me, or so I thought, had called me a monster. Through my tears, I saw a glistening object on the desktop. the promise ring I had given her was lying on the desk, along with every last shred of hope I had that she still loved me.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

and forget all of the stupid little things.

Thor barged into the room. “

What did you do to Y/N brother?!” he roared, squeezing me by the shoulders.

“Do you think I asked for this?” I looked up at him with despair. “She just left.”

“He’s right.” Tony said from the door. “Y/N said he didn't do anything.”

“WELL THEN WHY DID SHE LEAVE?” I screamed

“She said she didn't, well she didn't love you anymore.” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

I went limp in Thor's arms.

“Brother…” he said, “I-”

“DON'T” I screamed.  “JUST LEAVE ME! I JUST WISH I COULD FORGET EVERYTHING”

like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I can never escape

“Whatcha reading?” Y/N asked, resting her head on my shoulder.

“A Midgardian play, this Shakespeare fellow was quite the talented man.”

She fell back on the pillow and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Mmk, just shut the lights when you finish. I wanna cuddle.”

“My darling, you know I always have time to ‘cuddle’ as you call it.”

She smiled as I marked my page and reached over to turn off the lamp.

“Love you” she said as she snuggled her face to my chest. I stroked her hair with one hand and place the other on the small of her back.

“I love you too my darling.”

Cause I’m not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me are still living in my phone,

I’ll admit I like to see them I’ll admit I feel alone

I sat in the rubble that was formerly my room and turned on the device Midgardians so often had their faces glued to; a cell phone. Countless photographs of Y/N were still on my collection of photographs. Her smile was frozen, caught in that moment, a moment of pure joy. Something that she apparently could not experience with me.

And all my friends keep asking why I’m not around

“Brother, I know it is not easy after…”

“Just get on with it”

“Loki you need to come outside.”

“I go on missions with you and your stupid society of Avengers.“

“Loki that's not enough. You need to focus on your own health.”

“How can I without her, Brother?

It hurts to know you’re happy yeah it hurts that you’ve moved on

It’s hard to hear your name when I haven’t seen you in so long.

“Reindeer Games, get down to the briefing room, were having a meeting” Starks voice boomed through the PA system in the tower.

I quickly cast an illusion to hide my wrecked state and made my way downstairs.

“All right now that you’re here we can start” The Black Widow said, standing up as I entered the briefing room. I was in a dazed state as she began droning on about logistics and charts, and I was just about to fall into a doze when I heard her name.

“The new S.H.I.E.L.D chapter is going very well,  Eric and Y/N are…”  And my mind collapsed. My illusion fell away as I ran out of the room.

If today I woke up with you right beside me.

Like all of this was just some twisted dream

I hold you closer than I ever did before

And you would never slip away and

you would never hear me say

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see her. I cast an illusion of my lovely Y/N with a shaky hand. I was warned against casting too many illusions; spend too much time with illusions and reality will begin to slip away, but what difference would it make. My reality, my Y/N had already slipped away. Her illusion stood in the middle of the room, her face neutral and still. I slowly approached her and traced the outline of her face.

“Y/N my love- I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.”

Cause I'm not fine at all

No I'm really not fine at all

Tell me this is just a dream

Cause I'm really not fine at all

Does anyone want a part 2?

[batsysims]

didnt wanna do an actual Simself Edit™ so have an arrested development reference

anyways

i was tagged by @0cherub & i tag any1 who hasnt done this yet bc who doesnt like answering 125 questions abt themselves oh also @flavortowne im forcing you to do this sry

get to know me tag

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? its batsy dont worry abt it

3. BIRTHDAY? september 15

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES?  what?? are books

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? ye both

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? ummmm idk lmfao i havent “read” a “book”” in like 5 years 

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? 35 & 36 on sirius are like basically the exact same station but that doesnt mean i dont constantly alternate between the two whenever im near a radio

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? pink is a v trustworthy flavor

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? *owen wilson voice* wrow

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? what kinda question is this wt f ive currently reobsessed myself w marina and the diamonds so honestly any of her discography

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? idk any words :^/ sry

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? wheels on the bus im exhausted

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? man in the high castle. man in the high castle. man in the high ca

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? clerks al;dksfjf

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? almost exclusively sims and fallout but every once in a while some indie game i find on steam so. yea

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? never doing anything in my life and having nothing 2 look forward to!! yay

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? probably my resiliency, maybe?? idk

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? my habit of allowing bad things to happen to me lol

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? cats but im sorta kinda indifferent 2 both i think i might 1 of the 5 ppl on earth who dont like having pets

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? summer and fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? yea

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? not being lazy lmfao

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? @flavortowne eye emoji

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? blue

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? its natural brown but im thinkn abt going either red or blonde again

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? like 3 ppl irl and everyone on discord u guys legit

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my person and @flavortowne eye emoji

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? tom hardy. what is his end goal

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? tbh going 2 basic lmfao im!! lame

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? as of right now,, spiderverse lol

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? teletubbies was fckn legit and so was old school spongebob

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my person

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? im not superstitious,,, but i am a little stitious

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? i cant deal w fishing poles idk

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? in front babey

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? sims or stitching play foods 4 the kid to use on her play kitchen

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? stop asking book questions

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? spiderverse yeye

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? piano & i try 2 pretend i know what im doing w a ukulele

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? stingrays :^)

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? legit all my mutuals

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? i had an oc that could read ppls memories like a scrapbook if he touched them and i always honestly thought that was. cool

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in my house!! the door b locked bitch!!!!

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? toddler being an idiot toddler

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY?  its not really,, a sport,, but i bike

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? cream soda in those glass bottles is top tier non-alcoholic beverage

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? i wrote a letter 2 my person telling him he was an idiot and by the time it was mailed 2 his house i was already living there lol

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? nah

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? either ppl blowing vape in my face or holding something so close to my face i cant see i just go ballistic

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? nope unless u count a sesame street liveshow like 10 years ago

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? nope!

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a cop lmfao

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? this is horrible but the setting of new vegas i just feel like id be at home there, w the radiation and constant danger and dehydration

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? the kid

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? only when im looking in the mirror adlkfj start thinkn abt a different face showing up instead of mine idk

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? yea

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? skipped a whole year adlfkj

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? this is basic but i miss the tri-state area

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? this is basic but i miss nj

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? yea :^/ a dog, a cat, and uhhhh 14 fish

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? night owl but honestly im just always tired

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunsettttt

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? i do

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? headphones. they just work

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? nah but i need em

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? i listen to everything tbh

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? michael cera

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? i used to read them religiously but not so much any more. i am reading the TAZ graphic novel tho

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? having to repeat myself 20 times. or being an idiot when i wanna start a new hobby

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? idk how to read

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? honestly i had a blast in econ and my law enforcement class

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? a bro, another sibling, and a half-bro

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? food lmfao

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? every time i measure myself im 5′2″ but the government insists that i am 5′3″ so w/e

75. CAN YOU COOK? yeap

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? alcohol, bike riding, wearing stupid makeup

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? ppl holding me back, bird box, when my nail breaks before i can file it so its all oglee

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? uh idk?? i dont have,, many,,,, friends

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? bi

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? sc :’^(

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my brother

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 2 nights ago the kid pistol whipped me in the chin w her phone and it just hurt so bad it legit made me lose it

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? ok this is dumb as shit the kid is obsessed w Blippi and i have a mom crush on him afdslfkjs

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? ye

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? i am currently obsessed w L.O.L. Surprise! Pop but all in all probs Pocket Camp

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? bad as parents but theyre fine now that im an adult and they have a grandkid they can like

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? i dont like a majority of them lmfao but idk maybe uh?? irish

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? rly wanna go to nevada but im moving to the mojave soon anyways so

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 15

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? nope

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? i was raised christian but i dont rly give a shit abt any of that

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? outer space my dood the ocean is dumb and scary

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? im jus livin my life

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? i mean. im lactose intolerant but thats abt it

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? nope

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? no

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? when im wrong abt something

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? forest ig bad choices

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? i dont think i was ever given advice, ever. maybe thats why im like this

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? idk i try not 2 lie unless its like. an obvious exaggeration for the lols

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? wtf idk ok i just did one of those quizzes & im a slytherin?? what does that mean

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? yeah

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? more of an introvert but im ok w going out there if i gotta

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? i keep one for the kid but thats abt it

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? nah. unless it was something stupid like burning food like im not gonna ban u from the kitchen

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? if theres an id i guess mail it 2 the address on there?? idk ive never just. found a wallet. i think this happens a lot less than all the hypotheticals make it out to be

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? if theyre dedicated to it. i dont think ppl can just do it over night and i dont think its ever a 100% change

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? dont touch me

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yep

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? 2 in both ears but thats it

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? spidr...mna

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? no :^( once im cleared for them tho deffo

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? i hate that this is the answer but enlisting adlfkjs

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? yeah ig??

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? 2 late

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? we all b stupit

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? idk?? i get embarrassed but also get over it quick so like. idk

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? yea

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black & red

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? mhm

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? i was on nickelodeon back when they had those cuts to the Live Studio Audience™

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 21

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savory i almost never eat anything sweet

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Ouija - (H/M)

A/N; SOOOOOOO This turned out A LOT longer than @dont-run-up and I first intended, but hopefully, everyone enjoys! Leave some comments letting us know what you thought of Incubus!Yoongi~~

Genre; Horror with that good S M UT 

Length; long af- 9,800+ words

Kink(s); A sprinkle of Master/Pet, impact play, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, light bondage, etc.

12:00 a.m. The time blared on your friend, Hee Young's, phone screen. “Come on Y/n,” She jeered, keeping that eager grin and puppy-dog look in her eyes as she gently grasped your biceps, swaying you from side to side. “I wanna play! It’s just a game-” She added, pointing towards the newly purchased Ouija board that sat on your coffee table. Just the sight of it rushed a wave of uneasiness over you.

Shaking your head, your brows furrowed slightly, “I don’t know-” You replied, as anxiety laced your words. “My grandma always told me to steer clear of them, they could allow things into your home and life.”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t really believe all that nonsense, do you?” She asked, giggling through her words while she began to open the board’s box. Unlike you, she was a full-blown skeptic; she wasn’t a believer in anything paranormal, so Ouija was just a game to her and nothing more than that.

God did you wish you could dismiss it the way she could. Though you had never personally experienced anything ghost-wise, you knew plenty of people that had. “Ahh I do, but..” You began, sighing as you decided to give in despite your better judgment, “But I guess we can play, just for a little, at least.”

Heeyoung excitedly clapped while smiling like a dork as she lifted the onyx and pearl colored board and planchette out. “Don’t worry,” She sweetly said, recognizing the nervous expression that painted your face as she placed it onto the glass. “It’s just a game.”

It’s just a game, it’s just a game... You silently repeated to yourself. Your anxiety was sky high as your friend began to set it up. As Heeyoung unboxed the Ouija board you expected to see some cheapy board bought from a party store. Instead, you were faced with an authentic board. You were by no means a professional but you could feel something already attached to that thing. The board itself was quite beautiful, made up of pretty purples and midnight blues laced with jet black swirls along the edges. “Okay,” Heeyoung began, her tone turning prominent as she prepared to read the instructions. “Both of need to keep our hands on the planchette at all times, and once we’re finished we have to say goodbye then circle the board three times. Got it?”

You anxiously nodded, taking deep breaths as you moved your hands from your lap to the glass pointer. Though you were always sensitive to shifts in energy, the aura that radiated off the game had your head feeling fuzzy and your body gradually numbing. It was powerful, sinister, to say the least. As your fingertips rested against the icy, almost vibrating glass, your stomach began to knot itself up. “What now?” You timidly asked though it was a stupid question- it was the only thing your troubled mind could think of.

“Now I’ll turn off the lights..” Your friend giddily replied, standing from her spot behind you before gracefully floating across the house, turning off any and all lights- except for the dim, orange-tinged lamp that enhanced the spooky ambiance. As she plopped back down onto the couch, her delicate hands immediately laid themselves on the planchette. “Okay, now we can start. Do you want to ask the first question or should I?”

“Ahh, no, no. You should go first.” Y/n shakily responded, your hands practically trembled at the fear that began to creep up on you.

Nodding, your friend took a deep breath then cleared her throat before she uttered a word. “Is there anyone here with us?” She asked, giggling after she asked the most cliche of questions.

Though neither of you could see him, your friend’s cliche question peaked the interest of a certain entity. He went by many names, but he preferred Yoongi. As he entered your home, he quietly wandered the halls, sticking to the shadows. He stalked into the living room, his sudden presence created a thick brooding air. Though he usually didn’t give a fuck about humans, or their idiotic choices- you intrigued him. He could tell you sensed him, his demonic energy.  

Your heart raced as beads of sweat collected at your temples. The new heaviness in the atmosphere had you on the verge of being sick. “Hee- Hee Young..” You mousily called out to your less than pleased friend. “I think we should stop. I feel like something’s watching us.”

Your friend scoffed at your worry, “Don’t be ridiculous, y/n.” She teased, nudging your arm with her elbow. “If there was really something here, then why isn’t it communicating with us? You’re just being a scaredy cat.”

“I’m being serious dude.” You urged, keeping a serious expression and tone. “Can’t you feel it? Whatever it is, is making the air feel so heavy...”

Heeyoung sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t know what you’re talking, but if you really want to stop. We can.” Relief filled you for a moment until an impish giggled left her. “After one last question though, but you have to ask it. It’s only fair since I went first.”

“God are you in middle school or something?” You jeered, pouting as she continued to laugh at your little comeback. An exasperated breath escaped you as you foolishly agreed. “Fine, fine. Uh,” You hummed, unsure of what to say- you just wanted to say goodbye and get this over with, but you knew Heeyoung wouldn’t have any of that. “To whatever spirit is here, do you have bad intentions? Are you demonic?”

Yoongi snickered at the panic that dripped from each word that left you, but again, he refused to communicate through the board. He just stood there, arms crossed over his chest; pacing back and forth beside you just taking mental note of your cherubic features and curvaceous form. Something about you awoke a familiar hunger inside of him, one he hadn’t felt in quite some time. It was one he knew only you would be able to satiate. Yoongi smiled at the thought. It was going to be quite some time before he left you alone.

Heeyoung frowned at the board in front of you two. “Damn it, I kinda hoped we got something to come say, “Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders and began the process of packing up the board and all of its accessories. You could still feel something lurking in the air, it was a breath against your skin, fingers running over your skin.  A cold sweat returned as you sat paralyzed by fear. As your mind raced to figure out what your friend might have left in your home, you’d completely forgotten to say goodbye. You watched Heeyoung run about gathering her things as she decided to head out for the night. Why was she so unaffected by the presence here? You’d hoped that once she left with the board the air would clear.

“Whelp! That was a bust. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, right?” Heeyoung called over her shoulder.

You made a shaky sound of affirmation, hoping you’d make it to tomorrow. Quickly you gathered yourself off the floor to show her out, locking the door to the spare room.

Yoongi laughed at how daft humans could be. They had extraordinarily short memories. How could the both of you have forgotten to end the ritual? Well, it didn’t really matter for him, he was much too powerful for a skeptic and a frightened deer like yourself to banish. You’d invited him in and now he planned to stay. He watched as you shut the door, locking it with trembling hands.  A bemused look crept its way onto his face. Did you really think that a flimsy lock would keep him in here?

The incubus followed you and Heeyoung out of the door, stared as you said your goodbyes. You were quite cute, if he were being honest- in a mousy way, that is. He just knew the two of you would have lots of fun together. As you locked the deadbolt to your front door, Yoongi watched with that wicked half grin sprawled across his face as your eyes continued to flicker towards every corner in the living room. You were really scared, weren’t you? Yes, you were, he could smell the fear that radiated off you. It was a scent he absolutely adored- terror lingering off a pretty girl.  

“It-It's just all in your head..” You said aloud, feebly hoping that verbalizing your hopes would make them true. “It’s just your imagination, Y/n- just your imagination.”

Yoongi scoffed as he followed you down the hall into your bedroom, his eyes following your hand as you switched on your turquoise string lights- just listening to your soft melodic hums as you continued to attempt to calm your nerves.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” He venomously purred, gliding over to where you were before suddenly giving your hair a harsh tug. The sudden yank at your hair pulled your head back as well, but it wasn’t the pure horror that painted across your face that stunned him, it was the soft whimper that escaped your parted lips. “Mhmm,” The incubus groaned, his urges heightened. “What a naughty little mouse, you are- you like that don’t you?” He teased though completely aware you couldn’t hear a word he said.

Bringing your hand up to the back of your head, you massaged your scalp; tenderly rubbing the afflicted area as you took rushed glances around the room. You could still feel that suffocating heaviness in the air, but only now it seemed to be right on top of you.

“Oh- Okay..” You shakily huffed while still peering around your empty, blue-tinted room. “Whatever, or whoever is here- you gotta go. You can’t stay, you’re not welcomed.”

Again, your timid tone brought a grin to Yoongi’s face, for a moment he circled your stiff body- wondering how you’d look pinned down underneath him while your eyes rolled back and ecstasy took over every part of you. Moving away from you, he walked over to your dresser, eyeing all your pretty little nic nacs before spotting a dainty little rosary draped over a small porcelain cross. “Hmph,” He scoffed, carelessly lifting the religious items, “You won’t be needing these once I’m through with you.” Violently throwing the weighted cross across the room right in your line of sight; holding onto your rosary.  

“Oh fuck!” You half shouted half whimpered, jumping at the loud shatter that followed the items. Your head immediately snapped towards your dresser. You couldn’t exactly make out what had been broken when it was hurdled towards the wall, but your heart dropped down the floor when you realized the cross and the rosary your grandmother had given you before you moved were missing.

“No, no, no!!” You screamed, tears instantly pouring from your eyes as you rushed over to the broken porcelain. “No..” You repeated in a faint sniffle, lifting the shards haphazardly before placing them back onto the floor. It felt as if your heart had imploded along with the item because despite not being religious yourself- it held a great amount of sentimental value. It reminded you of home, but now it was destroyed.

Yoongi could see that silly little trinket meant quite a bit as you sobbed over its destruction. Oh well, it’d offended his… tender sensibilities and had to go. As you rose from ground holding the larger shards Yoongi decided he would get a little more physical. You cleaned all the smaller pieces, shoulders hunched in sadness. “Oh don’t be so broken up about it,” Yoongi sneered, “I heard the dude who died on it was overrated anyway!” He was having fun talking to you despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him.

You decided to make yourself some tea to shake the terror from your body. Scoping the cabinets for some Sleepytime, you thought of your grandmother. She’d always give you some sleepytime with a dash of honey to help you sleep as a kid. You could remember the “Hollow Man” as you called him. He was a tall lanky figure who would sit in the corner of your childhood bedroom. While he never spoke he would hum lullabies, clapping his hands to the beat. His singing sounded like wind chimes on a summer’s breeze, even in the winter. One time, you’d asked him why he always sat there and why he sang you to sleep. He’d stopped coming after that. When you told your grandmother she looked at you with a particular sort of fright that shook you to this very day. Her eyes bespoke recognition and sadness. Every night after that, she fed you candies laced with witch hazel and made sure you drank Sleepytime tea.  You hoped this home remedy to whatever was wrong with you as a child would continue to help you now.

With the kettle set, you decided to take a shower, maybe whatever oppressive force you felt was just the grime and soot of the city. You padded to the bathroom with thoughts of showering off this shitty evening. You stripped in front of your vanity mirror, turning this way and that looking over your body. It was a ritual you’d established some time ago, just a way to ensure health. Stepping into the shower you were met with the spray of hot water. It ran over your shoulders and down your back, taking the tension and stress along with it. Your body relaxed under the shower, muscles became languid and your bones felt soft. You took your time washing yourself and enjoyed the peace.

Yoongi listened as you entered the shower from where he sat in your kitchen. It was small, no compact was a better word. Things unfurled and folded to add space and use it effectively. Yoongi could always appreciate and effective use of space. He thought off all the trifling things he’d planned for his stay with you. He imagined the way panic would glaze your eyes, the sound of your heartbeat against your rib cage as you ran from him. He hoped that he could get a classic running in a towel scene from you. His eyes slid to the screaming kettle on the stove, beside it sat a small candy and a teacup already prepared with its leaves. The pungent “scent” of witch hazel filled the kitchen. Yoongi wasn't unsettled by much but this little bit of “protection” would make it harder to mess with you. For someone who wasn't a full believer, you sure had some powerful shit laying around.

The crosses, witch hazel, he could even smell the bit of sage in your lotion when you walked by. Whoever was trying to protect you knew you had the sight. Yoongi grumbled sardonically, “Unfortunate for them, you fell in with that one bitch.”  Careful to not actually touch the damned thing, Yoongi disposed of your witch hazel in the kitchen bin. Just to make you a little warier, the incubus made your tea for you. He fancied himself as a delightful house guest, the most polite in fact. Perching himself on the nearest counter, Yoongi heard you exit the shower. All there was to do was wait.

With bleary water filled eyes, you got out of the shower. The feeling was less oppressive and more...mischievous if you had to choose a word. While not totally settling, it did make you less worried. Perhaps it was just the spirit of a child that had lost its way. Yeah, something like that. You half expected a message on your foggy glass but you were only met with your distorted reflection. Hastily you wiped the mirror just to ensure nothing was there. Nothing was. The tension in your shoulders subsided once again and you continued your nightly routine. You lotioned with your grandmother's homemade shea butter. Your friends always said it smelled like nature and mint, but to you, it reminded you of your most beloved place on Earth.

A soft sigh left your pouty lips as your stretched your neck from side to side while pressing into your shoulder blades- whatever this entity was, whether it was a misguided child or demonic presence, it sure did want to make itself known. You thought it best to ignore it for a while, see if it went away. If it was a child, it would get bored at some point like all children do. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if it wasn’t.

Yoongi listened out for your footsteps only to hear you milling about in the bathroom. He’d waited long enough. His temper was fiery enough as it was but your apparent lack of care brought out something a little meaner in him. He walked over to your bookshelf where some photos of your family sat perched on the highest shelf. By the looks of their condition, you took great pride in the people in the frames. One, in particular, caught his attention, an older woman smiling back at him. She was wrinkly and soft, long hair pulled up into a chignon with a dainty cross sitting in the reservoir at the base of her neck. Upon closer inspection, Yoongi noticed it was the same little rosary he’d broken earlier.

“Oops,” the demon deadpanned. At least he’d figured out who’d been “training” his little prey. Yoongi plucked the frame off the bookcase and continued to speak, “Isn’t it sad, Granny? All that work you put in and she still ended up here.” Your faint footfalls broke him away from his one-sided conversation as he placed the frame haphazardly back on the shelf. You appeared at the bottom the stairs in a pair of undies and a long t-shirt. Yoongi’s eyes raked over your body, surprised by the bout of hunger that struck him. The incubus groaned at the image of your succulent lips around his dick, your eyes filled with lust and wanting. It wouldn’t be too long now after you drank your tea and had your sweet, he’d have you.

You entered the kitchen to see your tea already made, waiting for you. A shiver of terror made its way down your back. You were sure you’d left the kettle on when you went to go shower.  The teacup sat there filled to the brim, waiting to be consumed but you thought better than to indulge. Instead, you placed the cup into the skin and merely ate your candy. The sweet melted on your tongue as a wave of nostalgia came over you. It’d been years since you’d eaten one of these. A warm feeling spread through your limbs and your eyes began to feel heavy. Sluggish and a tired you pulled yourself back upstairs to the bedroom and passed out.

Excited and all too ready, Yoongi followed after you- ready play his little games. He walked over to your bedside where you lay asleep. Your cheek squished up onto the pillow. Yoongi moved to run a finger along your open mouth to be repulsed by an invisible force. “What the fuck?” The incubus squinted in confusion and went to try a different part of your body. He pulled back the duvet aiming at your thighs instead. His mouth watered at the sight of them. “Soft and thick, a fan favorite.” Cracking his knuckles Yoongi attempted to grab at you but was rejected again. A roar ripped itself from his throat as he fumed. “son of a bitch!” What could be protecting her so well? He’d disposed of the witch hazel, sage wasn’t strong enough on its own and you hadn't even drunk the tea! The scent of Angelica wafted over from your open mouth as you let out a soft sigh, it teased Yoongi’s nose as it danced around him. “Motherfucking candy?!” That old broad was the real deal. There was no way he could touch you now, at least until it wore off. Anger simmered in his veins as he thought of his delayed plans. If he couldn't have you, we would terrify you instead.

Yoongi floated down the stairs an over back to your bookcase. Granny’s smile mocked him now,  a snide reminder that he'd been one-upped. Her frame went first. Yoongi began throwing picture left and right, the sound of shattering glass spurring him on. A menacing smile overtook his face as he decided to leave a little message. He snatched a shard of glass and sliced his fingertips. Black viscous blood bubbled to the surface and dripped down his pale wrist. He started in your bathroom on the vanity glass, smudged “Thank you for the hospitality~” and signed with a messy heart. He continued throughout your home leaving sarcastic little quote and sayings, awaiting the moment when you saw them.

He usually deterred from causing mass destruction in the home of his victims, he felt if he didn’t he’d be the exact same as any other low-life hellspawn, but something about you- something about the old lady’s mocking smile riled up this horrendous rage inside him. He wanted to- no, he needed to destroy any and everything he could, if he couldn’t have you.

Making his way back up the stair, the black sludge still dripping down his arm as he thundered down the short hallway. “Wakey, wakey!” He roared, banging and smearing the thick fluid along the walls while nearing your room. “Wake up, little y/n! Wake up!”

Though the candies usually put you to sleep and kept you asleep throughout the entire night, something seemed to pull you right out of that. You could hear loud banging right outside your bedroom through the thick fog of your sleep, but as it came closer with each passing second that familiar- horridly familiar sense of fear coiled inside you. Immediately, you shot up in bed; pulling the blankets up to your chest as you tightly clutched it. You couldn’t see anyone, nor could you see any shadows. You could only feel that same overwhelmingly oppressive energy.

Everything about this entity made you sick and horrified to your very core. It made the air in the room so stiff, you felt as if you could just suffocate right then and there. It made this wash of dread just pour over you. As the banging approached your door, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes widened. A dark, shadowy mist suddenly appeared in your doorway. It just stood there, exuding pure rage and hatred. It really wasn’t a child after all- it was malevolent, it was vicious, and it never once in its damned life was human before.

“G-go away!” You shouted through your fear, tears welled up in your eyes as the soot-like cloud seemed to turn human. Hands and legs began to form, then it was a torso and lastly, it’s head. “Go- Go away..” You stuttered, unable to even finish your sense as the haze dissipated from his face.

You could make out his soft, almost angelic, features. His doll-like plush lips, his sharp eyes, just everything about him seemed perfect. “Who- What are you?” You timidly asked, pulling the blanket further up as you scooted back towards your headboard.

Yoongi wickedly snickered, running his long fingers through his silver hair as he stepped closer to you. He could read you like one of your books downstairs. He could feel that sudden shock of attraction you had towards him in his human form.

“You like me, like this, don’t you?” He hummed, motioning down his body with this smug half-smirk painted across his face. Though you stayed silent, he was more than pleased with the little glint that sparked in your eyes the closer he came to you. “Hmm, good,” He continued while playing with the tone of his voice. “Maybe, your little attraction towards me will make that bloody candy’s effects wear off..”

A stubborn blush entered your face as Yoongi stared you down from hope chest at the end of your bed. He sat staring at you, silently, for what felt like forever. Afraid to leave the bed, you watched his every move. Is this what Heeyoung invited into your fucking house? This thing? If you got out of this encounter alive you planned to skin her. You couldn’t pull the blanket any closer to your body, but still, you tried.

“Hey, I’d prefer if you took that sheet off, my sweet little mouse.” The demon jeered, swiping his forked tongue across his lower lip.

“I-I’m not your anything,” You winced. The tremble in your voice was overwhelmingly apparent to you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he didn’t hear it too. When Yoongi broke out in wheezing laughter you couldn’t help but pout. You were trying to not die and here this demon was laughing at your voice. You contemplated whether it was worth it to try and run for it, after all, he couldn’t touch you. Gently you uncovered your body under the guise of giving Yoongi what he wanted. With lowered eyes, you dropped the duvet and walked over to where he sat, legs wide and inviting.

“Oh? She comes of her own volition? How sweet.”  His face split into a saccharine grin. The demon opened his arms, waving his fingers in a come hither motion. For a moment you were tempted to go to him and give yourself over to the strange desire growing in your belly. You continued to walk in his direction, head down to avoid his hypnotic gaze. Your shin grazed the side of the hope chest and you booked out of the bedroom. You didn’t look behind to see if he would follow kept going. Rounding the banister to the stairs you flew downstairs and went to grab for the front door only to be met by him waiting patiently, smile still etched into his face.

“You should have told me you wanted to play, Y/N. We could have started a lot sooner.”

The sudden appearance of him had you falling back onto the floor, fear was an understatement at this point. “Go- Go away..” You mousily murmured while stumbling back onto your feet. Your heart raced so quickly, it almost made everything go in slow motion. “Please, go... I- I don’t want you here..”

Yoongi scoffed, humans were really moronic little things- weren’t they? “Does it look like I care?” He simply responded, his tone going cold as that smile of his turned into a harsh frown. Just as he was about to raise his voice, a fun little idea crossed his mind. Instead of scaring you, he wanted to anger you- mock you. He wanted to rile up that rage that hid inside that timid little frame of yours. After all, angry sex was the best kind. “But you know, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your little friend-” He jeered, “I might have even left if only she had reminded you about the closing ceremony.”

You thought back to earlier today, flashes of the ceremony flew through your mind’s eye. You distinctly remembered Hee Young telling you about saying goodbye, she was holding the planchette. You eyed Yoongi and thought of the stifling force he was, the way he’d scared the shit out of you before you’d even seen him. You weren’t sure who to be mad at, your shitty friend who ended early for an impromptu dick appointment or the thing currently residing in your home.  It didn’t matter, you could feel the icy rage in your veins made your heart pump harder.

“FUCK YOU!” Your scream was directed more so at the room than the demon in front of you. Your throat immediately became sore at the sudden force you’d put on it.

Yoongi bared his fangs as a shot of arousal sped up his spine. That’s what he wanted to hear, simpering just didn’t suit you. Your face was flushed from screaming and your chest heaved with your heavy breathing.

“Is that all you got, Kitten,”Yoongi taunted, “fuck me?” Yoongi shook his head, peering down at you. “See- this is where you’ve got me, fucked up. I don’t plan on ‘fucking you’,” the incubus signaled with hand quotes, “I’m going to take you, I promise there is a difference.”

You scoffed at his assertions, it didn’t matter what the difference was, he wouldn’t or at least couldn’t touch you. “Mmkay see here’s the thing~ I don’t give a shit what you plan to do. You’ve broken all my shit and terrorized me for- What- 12 hours now?”

Yoongi listened to your complaints and looked around the living room, he couldn’t disagree with you. It left a bitter taste in his mouth that’d lashed out like some newly formed hellspawn.

“So you’re mad I broke your things? Fixed.” With practiced ease, he set your books back on their shelves, placed pictures back into frames and washed the black gunk off your walls. Yoongi looked at you with a bored expression as you stood and looked at your sparkling living room. You twirled in circles suddenly forgetting his presence altogether. A frown took hold of your expression as you looked for something.

“What is it now,” Yoongi asked exasperation clear as bells in his voice.

You rubbed at your neck, feeling the empty space there. “My ro- grandmother’s rosary. Where is it?”

Yoongi grinned as the small necklace materialized in his pocket. He wanted to see this hanging around your neck as you rode him. He fingered the trinket as he thought of the way it would glint with your sweat sticking to it, or how the slivers of moonlight that shone through your window would illuminate it. His eyes traveled over your body as he got lost in his own thoughts. Images of you covered in bruises, body shaking from pleasure swirled in Yoongi’s mind.

You saw his mind drift away before he could answer your question. Whatever had him too occupied to respond must have been great as he didn’t notice you walk past him into your small kitchen. You dug your fingers into your temples trying to ease an oncoming headache. This happened whenever you woke up too early after taking a candy or drinking the tea. It was rare, but it hurt like a bitch when it happened. You peeked out of the kitchen to see him still standing there ramrod straight looking over to your bookcase. A sigh slipped through your lips as your shoulders fell, a little relaxed. You needed time to assess the situation at hand. Somehow your soon to be ex-best-friend let a demon into your home, it wanted to ‘take you’, and some part of you wanted to let it.  You couldn’t deny, he was beyond handsome, he was entrancingly beautiful.  He had round, pillowy lips that were cherry red, the cutest button nose you’d ever seen and his eyes sealed the deal. They were the deepest, softest brown you could imagine, so dark they were almost black. Whenever he looked in your direction fear bubbled at the surface but just beneath that lust simmered silently.

As Yoongi gradually snapped out of his sinful daydream, he noticed you were no longer in front of him. That sharp-toothed smirk of his sprawled across his face as he sensed your presence not even ten feet away from him. The sweetened scent of your arousal and fear blending together led him right to you. Turning towards the kitchen, his gaze met with yours as he smoothly strutted over to you. He watched as you timidly turned away from him while still rubbing your temples, “Aww what’s wrong my little mouse..” He teased, licking his lips as you turned your back towards him. His eyes hungry scanned your backside, his imagination took over as he began thinking about how good you’d look bent over that counter as he impaled you on his cock over and over again. “Are you in pain?”

Without a word, you just flipped him off- rolling your eyes at his snarky tone. A soft, yet frustrated groan escaped you as your headache intensified the more you thought about how you could get away or get rid of him, but nothing came to mind. “Fuck you..” You finally repeated as you faced him once again. You tried to act tough and tired of his shit- you tried to show complete and utter disinterest in him, but your body betrayed you. The second your eyes fell on him, the brewing heat in your lower tummy turned into glowing embers as your face blushed a vibrant shade of rose.

The incubus crossed his arms over his chest, snickering as he stalked over to where you were. “You must really want me to fuck you, huh, little Y/n?” He retorted as his eyes loomed over you, taking his lower lip between his teeth and giving it a solid tug before speaking again. “I bet you’re just waiting for me to bend you over and have my way with you..” As his almost snarled toned trailed off, he disappeared for a split second before reappearing beside you. With his forearm resting against the counter, his eyes continued to wander your body as he gracefully closed the space between the two of you. “And don’t try to lie to me either,” He chuckled, his voice turning into a core-shaking snarl as he leaned into your space. “Because I can practically smell how much you want me. I can feel the neediness inside you..”

His words nearly slammed your arousal right into you. The more you kept your eyes on him the more you felt that magnetic pull he seemed to have on you. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words felt jumbled up- almost stuck in your throat. “I- I..” You finally managed to stutter out, the flush that covered your cheek deepened as he leaned in closer; leaving only an inch or so between the two of you. You could feel that demonic aura radiate off him, you could see that black fog that still encaptured his human form. Everything about him screamed Danger! Run Away!, but the attraction you felt clouded your over thinking mind as it slowly consumed you.

You placed your hands on the collar of his shirt and held tight as you fought with yourself. The feel of his body so close to yours made you melt in a wholly new way. You’d imagined him to feel cold and clammy, even slimy given the circumstances of his appearance. Instead, the heat from his chest radiated and sank into your skin. You lost focus on what exactly was so dangerous about him when you leaned in to kiss his lips. They were just as soft as you’d imagined and even sweeter than you could fathom. The hunger you denied blossomed in your chest as you grappled to get closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Yoongi responded eagerly to your advances. He wrapped his arms around your waist, molding you to his frame. The candy hadn’t fully worn off and left a tingling sensation as you licked into his mouth. He growled, the feeling enticed the lust rising within him. Yoongi gripped your throat, his thumb pressed into the underside of your jaw as he took control. He tipped your head back and devoured your mouth. His long, split tongue invaded your mouth the second you gave him an opening- entangling itself with yours in a lewd power struggle as your supple breasts pressed into his chest. Groaning into your mouth once again, his large hands roughly moved down your body- running down your curves before groping your bum.

Pulling away from the kiss, the two of you were left panting and desperate for the taste of one another. “Fuck..” Yoongi’s curse lowly emanated from him as his blackening eyes locked with your heavy-lidded gaze. “I want to just fucking devour you..” He continued, pressing his plump lips against the corner of your mouth before swiping his sinful tongue against your cheek- moving down to your jaw. “I want to feel that sweet little mouth of yours wrapping around my cock while you wear that pretty little rosary of yours-” He whispered as his lips neared your ear, “-then after I use up your throat, I’m going to take you… I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy until my cock is the only thing you can think of, my sweet mouse.”

Your entire body practically trembled at his erotic statement. A soft needy whimper escaped your parting lips as you tightly grasped at his shirt. Your thighs pressed together in hopes to relieve some of the throbbing between your legs. “I’m already there..” You crooned, biting your lower lip while you began to imagine just how fantastic his manhood would feel buried deep inside you causing your wetness to soak your panties. “Fuck me~.” You purred, elongating your words as his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh of your throat- relentlessly licking and sucking just to be sure to leave rich marks as a reminder of his victorious conquest.

As he reluctantly lifted off you, his hand suddenly shot right back up to your neck; snuggly wrapping around it while the other ran through your hair- giving it a punitive tug. “Mhmm, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He rumbled, tightening his grip on your throat, his sharpening claws pressing into your skin just enough to draw some blood. “Where do you want to do this?” He asked, eyeing the counter before turning his deathly glare back to you, “Here?… The living room? Your bedroom?”

Biting your lower lip, images of him fucking you in each suggested area flashed your mind. “Hmm,” You hummed, placing your hand on your chin as you continued to pretend to be lost in thought; semi-pleased with the growing impatience that coated his lustful expression. “Ma-”

Before you could end utter out another syllable, Yoongi lifted you- throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way into the living room. “I don’t like games,” He growled as his large hand swiftly connected with your bum cheek drawing out a lovely pained yelp from you. “What should I do first, little girl?” He purred while stopping right in front of the couch then tossing you down.

As you landed on the cushion, he entangled his hand in your hair once again; roughly yanking it to force your eyes up to him. His toothy grin sprawled across his face as he stared down at you while undoing his belt with his free hand. “You know what-” He began as the faint clanking of the metal hitting against each other sent chills down your spine. “I think I’ll go with my original plan, and use that pretty mouth..” With a solid tug, the black leather was effortlessly freed from his belt loops. “But first, let’s get those hands tied behind your back, shall we?”

The lust that consumed your thoughts made speaking more than difficult because all that you could manage was a faint nod as you bit your lower lip. “Good girl-” He cooed, massaging your sore scalp for a split second before releasing the grip he held in your hair. “You see how much more fun it is just to be obedient,” He teased- referencing your earlier behavior as he tapped your chin. “Turn around, little one.”

Immediately, you spun yourself around, sitting on your knees as you interlocked your hand behind you. Your skin tingled as Yoongi’s warm yet simultaneously icy touch had your skin breaking out in goosebumps while he slid the makeshifts binds around your wrists a couple times. “You look so pretty like this,” He said, tugging at the tongue of the belt- holding the leash tightly in his hand as he turned to you back to face him. His eyes wandered over you, admiring how helpless and innocent you looked with your hands bound behind you along with the dainty cross that hung just above your breasts. You were a sight for sore eyes, complete and utter perfection.

Palming at his hardened length through his jeans, the incubus got to work on undressing his lower half. His long fingers quickly undid his button and before you knew it he had the offensive clothing off and out of the way in a matter of seconds; allowing his solid cock to spring free. “Ahh.. fuck..” Yoongi hissed as the cool air brushed against his swollen tip while he grasped it at its base.

Your widened eyes stayed fixated on his manhood. The veins that ran along his shaft, his length, his girth- everything about it and him had your cunt aching for release. A small whimper flowed out of you as your mouth instinctively and eagerly opened up for him. He, of course, took full notice of this and couldn’t but smile at your willingness. “Not yet, baby..” He said in his enticingly deep tone, “First, I need to get this-” He added, toying with the collar of your shirt, “-off you... Hmm, seems that it’ll be too much of a hassle to unbind you now, so why don’t I just..” As his voice trailed off, his hands tightly gripping your collar before roughly tugging at each side; effortlessly ripping the thin fabric in two.

Another soft gasp left you as his sudden burst of strength had you nearly topple over, “Better?” You boldly replied as the clothing delicately fell off your shoulders; exposing your bare breasts.

“Most definitely..” Yoongi cooed, his plush lips curled up into a sly smile as your pert nipples practically begged to be toyed with. “Fuck.. maybe I should tit fuck you for a bit instead..” He snarled as he moved his hand from his hard-on to your chest, slowly ghosting over your alert flesh until his reached your right nipple. Taking your sensitive bud between his fingers, he expertly rolled it- pinching and tugging it so enticingly. He continued his playing, revering the adorably mousy whimpers and gasps that escaped you the rough he was as he stepped closer. “Shit..” He airily groaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your smooth inviting skin. “Fuck- My cock is going to look so damn good between your beautiful tits, babygirl..” He added as he began teasing your sensitive pearls with his manhood.

Releasing his grip on the makeshift lead, Yoongi cupped both your breasts as he adjusted his footing- angling his member right between them while his thumbs still teased your nipples. Pressing your breasts together, he began steadily thrusting his hips, letting out the most sinfully subdued groans as his member fucked your chest.

Though you had never been touched in this way before, something about what he was doing to you had that coil in your stomach tightening. Your entire body melted at the thought of being his little plaything- being used in whichever way he pleased or saw fit.

The incubus could practically read your filthy mind as his thrusting quickened. He could smell your sweet nectar as it dripped from your folds down your inner thighs. He may have been enjoying the feeling of your breasts, but he wanted to see just how sweet you would be. With a thundering groan, Yoongi halted his movements- quickly pulling away from your glorious chest with airy pants.

“Do you need me to..” He began, his voice trailing off as he laid you down; parting your legs as part as he could before crawling in between them. “Do you need me to help relieve you, darling?”

The second he finished speaking you found yourself frantically nodded. “Ye- Yes, please, please.~” You whimpered, nipping at your inner cheek as the sight of him between your legs threw your arousal into overdrive. “I need you so fucking badly.”

A smug grin crawled across his devilishly handsome face as he lowered himself onto you.

“I know you do.” He pompously retorted. Those plush lips of his skimmed over your skin, trailing down the middle of your body. As he neared your lower abdomen, he bared his teeth- letting them scrape your flesh the closer he came to your core.

“Ah- Ahh~” You gasped, trembling at the feeling of them digging into you. “Bi- Bite me..” You whined, bucking your hips up towards him as you felt the pinpricks of his fangs. The burn of his bite scoured your body and the heat between your legs grew hotter. The feeling of his rough hands palming, pinching and slapping your thighs drove you higher. Your breaths and moans mixed, intertwining into breathy mewls. Lust scratched at your mind as the heavy sensation in your abdomen pushed down. The first stroke of Yoongi’s tongue sent you bucking about, trying to feel more of that delicious friction. His forked tongue feathered over your clit, just barely touching.

The sob of frustration that erupted from your lips made Yoongi stop. He peered at your body in adoration. The sweat that slipped down your heaving chest, your lips reddened from your constant biting and most of all the smell of the ambrosia that leaked between your legs drove him into a frenzy. The demon pushed his face into your core, slicked his tongue in wide strokes as he drank your moans. He held your hips in position as you squirmed trying to get away from the pressure building within you. Yoongi brought his hand down on your thigh with power and precision, “Stop, moving.” The impact of his hand drew hot tears to your eyes. The throbbing warmth on your leg traveled directly to your clit.

“Oh now, who knew you’d react like that?” Yoongi rasped. He continued to suck and lap at your lips, giving your immense pleasure while keeping your orgasm at bay. “Let’s see…” Yoongi slapped your inner thigh millimeters away from your pussy. He watched as your clit twitched and pulsated at the sensation. An amused grin blossomed on his face, “The saying is true, ‘it’s always the quiet ones’.”

The tears left a scorching path as they rolled down your face. The sting of Yoongi’s hits and the nasty kisses he gave down below made you light headed. “Ple-please lemme cum,” The words slurred out of your mouth in a high-pitched cry. Your hamstrings shook and trembled from all the teasing you’d endured, and your body ached from the immensely tightened coil in your core. “Please, please-” You repeatedly begged as tears trickled down your cheeks.

Yoongi continued toying with your throbbing heat, lapping at your essence coated folds all while teasing your aching pearl. You pulled at your restraints as your body still wriggled beneath him as he refused to let up on you. “I- I can’t take it anymore..” You tearfully whined, your body suddenly stilled and tensed as you reached your peak. “I- I…” You stuttered out again just as needy moans freely flowed from your now shaking form while your climax slammed into you like never before.

The incubus heftily snarled against your core without easing his pace- the taste of your juices fueled that primal urge to just endlessly devour you. He loved the way you came apart, the way your body just gave up on trying to contain your high was precious. “Fuck..” He growled as he lifted his mouth off your pussy just for a moment, “Do you know fucking delicious you are?” He breathily asked. “I could eat you all damn day..”

You laid the still gasping and writhing while still attempting to calm yourself down from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. “Then do it..~” You melodically purred.

The incubus shook his head, Yoongi’s hands harshly connected with your inner thighs sending shockwaves of blended pain and pleasure soaring throughout your entire body. He wickedly smirked at the lovely view you provided as he roughly massaged and groped the reddening areas. “Mhmm, it’s more than tempting, but-” He jeered, motioning down to his swollen member. “I’m afraid I need to get to work on the little mouth of yours.”

Slowly, he rose from his spot between your legs- straddling you as moved up your body. Stopping just above your chest, he reached down and grasped your rosary. His fingers gracefully trailed up the thin chain before tightening it into a choker. He wanted to see it, even if it were only for a second or two, as he used your mouth. It’d be such a lovely addition to the saliva and tears that would paint your angelic face.

“Open up, babygirl.” He commanded while using the head of his cock to tap and trace your lower lip. “Master wants to feel your mouth.”

Immediately, you opened up nice and wide for him- flattening your tongue as you stuck it out and all. The look on your face was sinful. Your tongue glistened, soft and hot while your eyes remained half open with tears coating your dark lashes. A whine of impatience gurgled in the back of your throat as you waited to feel Yoongi’s dick enter your throat. More saliva welled in your mouth at the thought of how full you’d feel. The way his cock twitched as your breath wafted over him made you all the more impatient.

Yoongi could tell just how much you wanted to feel him and he relished in it. That sweet, scared appearance of yours dissipated and left behind a being of raw, wanton lust. It pleases him to no end to think he was the one to burn that facade. Holding your throat with one hand and his leaking cock in the other Yoongi slid himself against your tongue. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw fell with a beastly sound. It felt too damn good, the way you fit your tongue to the curve of his dick.

He teased a bit more shallowly fucking your mouth. The tingle in his gut grew stronger with every thrust. You’d been compliant, let him play with your mouth as he saw fit. On the last thrust, you sucked and licked over the head with fervor, wriggling your tongue against his slit. The demon hissed at the unexpected feeling, his stomach tightening. “So, that’s how my pet wants to play,” Yoongi smirked, “that’s fine, just be prepared.”  

You bat your wet eyes in a coquettish manner. “If Mas-,” Yoongi slid past your lips rest at the back of your throat. You involuntarily flexed around him, gagging. “Oh~, that’s the sound I like to hear.” He scrutinized you; as your eyes began to flutter he removed himself from your throat. Air burned in your lungs and fresh tears rolled over your face. A sob wracked you as your arousal spiked.

The way he used you was frightening, he knew things about your sexuality, you’d yet to discover.  

A hand gripping your face brought you away from your thoughts. “Back to me, again.” He repeated the process, rammed his dick into the back of your throat and sat there. He stroked your hair, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands, “I’m going to fuck this tight throat of yours until all you can do is moan. Wouldn’t you like that, pretty girl?”

You did like the thought, more than you wanted to admit. Yoongi pulled back and ground even deeper into your mouth. The burn of your stretching throat made your eyes roll back. The way he controlled you made you unspeakably wet. His grinding turned into powerful thrust as he made good on his promise and fucked your mouth. Your tongue lay flat against the bottom of your mouth as he plunged himself into you. Every thrust left you feeling deliciously full, then with every withdraw achingly empty. 

When he pulled himself free for the last time you moaned at how pretty and engorged his dick was. Your saliva made a sparkling line from his tip to your mouth in a way you could only consider to be art. A warm feeling spread inside as you looked to see his heaving chest and colored cheeks. He was coming apart, his eyes glassy with pleasure.

Yoongi shimmied his way back down your body and between your legs. The smell of your slickness intoxicated him. The demon pulled you up into his lap, your back resting on his chest. Your head rolled back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his member against your core. “Still so fucking soaked, I promise you were made for this,” Yoongi whispered against the shell of your ear.  He held you in his arms as he rearranged the two of you.  Yoongi sat back onto the couch and placed you in his lap facing your bookcase. The demon placed his dick at your entrance and rolled his hips into you. The feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching had Yoongi on edge.

Full. Complete. Those were the only thoughts that entered your mind as you felt Yoongi’s cock pulsing inside of you. He stretched you and the momentary reprieve was appreciated. He hoisted you up by your thighs spreading them and dropped you back onto him. Euphoria snagged at the tendrils of your sanity. He kisses and sucked on the base of your neck as your head lay on his shoulder.

“Do you know how captivating you are bouncing on my cock? Lemme show you.” A mirror materialized in front of your eyes. You watched mesmerized by the way he thrust in and out of you. Your juices ran over your thighs and his as he fucked you. The pearl of your clit showed magnificently as it begged to be rubbed and pinched.  

“Oh fuck! You’re creaming all over me.” The sight of your pussy wide open and taking him so well had Yoongi ready to blow. The tension in his spine coiled tighter as he continued to fuck you. The little cross chain bounced with every thrust and movement. The demon gripped your thighs harder as he looked beyond the mirror to the line of fixed photographs. A devilish smile burst onto his face. As satisfying as fucking you was, he had a better idea.

You were so close when Yoongi stopped moving inside of you. You rolled your hips trying to find some friction to finally cum.

“Naughty. Don’t move “ Yoongi’s nails scraped the soft meat of your inner thigh.

You wailed angrily, “What?”

The demon pinched and pulled on your clit, you screamed at the sensation.  “I think you should be nicer, Pet. Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”  

Your screams quieted into whimpers quickly. “Now that your tantrum is over, you’re going to look at those cute little family photos while I fuck you into oblivion.” You could not deny his request as he thrust up into you again. He fucked you with deep hard strokes, stirring you up. You could feel the eyes of your family looking on as a demon edged you closer to orgasm every second.  “I wanna cum, fucking make me cum!” Your words were staccato as Yoongi continued to rail into you.  

He loved that you were making demands even with your arms still retrained. Yoongi watched as your gaze remained fixed on those pictures.  “You’re a cum hungry, slut. Look at you, pussy leaking all over while your family watches you get fucked by a demon. How does it feel to clench on my cock while granny watches over us?”   You moaned and clamped down harder than before. It wouldn’t be long before you came. Yoongi continued to spur you on with the nastiest of words. “You’re so close to cumming, Sweetness. I can feel it. Just let them know who and what fucks you so well. What’s got you right there?”

You couldn’t deny the tiniest tinge of guilt you felt as you took each and every one of his filling thrusts while your relatives eyes were glued to you, but you couldn’t fight the lust he plagued you with- nor did you want to.

“Y- Yo…” You attempted to replied only to have slurred, incoherent words escape between your moans.

“Use your words, little one.” He snarled, punctuating each word with a mind-blowing stroke. “Come on. Let’s hear it.”

“You do!” You finally muster out in the sweetest cry Yoongi had ever heard. “You, a- a demon.~” Your body trembled as your words fueled his speed causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your jaw to go slack.

“Damn fucking right I do.” Yoongi barked as he rose, lifting you with him. Moving his hands up your body, one quickly shot up to your hair- entangling itself in your messy mane, giving it a solid pull while his forearm wrapped around your neck.

The new position had him relentlessly slamming into your most sensitive spot at an overwhelming pace. A mix of throat-tearing screams and gasps for air left you as he drilled into your cunt. Biting and licking his way up, Yoongi placed his lips right beside your ear the second a thundering growl flowed out of him, “This is my pussy from now on, understand?” He grunted, his heated breath only enticed your incoming orgasm. “Under-fucking-stand?”

Frantically, you nodded to the best of your abilities, “Ye- Yes.~” You whined through your labored breathing, “Yes, Sir!”

You could feel his lip curl into a smile as he sharpened his thrusts, “Cum, babygirl-” He demanded, nipping at the crook of your neck. “Cum all over your Master’s cock.”

Your orgasm automatically hit you like a speeding freight train causing your jaded form to go limp in his arms as it unforgivingly sent you into that saccharine abyss. “That’s my girl.” Yoongi cooed against your sensitive skin while still pounding into you. He could feel your velvet tightening around him, practically begging him to cum. “Fucking hell..” He cursed as his movements sputtered, “You have me so damn close, princess. So damn close.”

Yoongi spilled his seed inside of you solidifying an “extended” stay in this realm.  He’d marked you as his own, no other thing would dare enter your home or you for that matter. His cock jumped as ropes of cum filled you.

Whatever strength you had left melted way as he came inside of you. You sighed, lost in the post-coital bliss. Yoongi placed you back onto the couch and slid from your heat with a hiss. He watched as his cum spilled from inside of you with heated eyes. The demon licked at his fangs, there were so many more ways to take you.  He was insatiable, but for now, he would let you rest.

You opened your mouth to speak only to find nothing coming out as he adjusted your position. Running his fingers through your hair, Yoongi hushed you- pressing his finger against his reddened lips. “Sh, sh- You don’t have to speak, my pet.”

He looked at you with a cheeky smile as your eyes shut. “I’m the best damn houseguest you’ve ever had.” He scoffed, “I guess I’ll have to thank that friend of yours sometime.”

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SCP - Containment Breach is a free survival horror game based on the works of the SCP Foundation community. DOWNLOAD SCP - Containment Breach v1.3.11 (235 MB) MIRROR 1 (scpcbgame.com) MIRROR 2 (MEGA) Changelog.txt. Scp Containment Breach Free is safely and available to download for free from our website and easily install it in a few steps. Well, he did all the software work and I instinctively helped with testing, minor edits, and the dialogue for the puzzles. By free, the extreme version with a gtx sc is one of the searching shaders in the containment.

Never before has the popularity of a game has been driven so much by its community. Certainly nothing like SCP – Containment Breach, an indie open-source first person horror game inspired by the paranormal fictional deep web stories of the SCP Foundation.

SCP – Containment Breach is actually the perfect game for those who love fear in its purest of forms.

There are no complicated mechanics to learn, and no way to fight back the horrors that lurk inside the randomly generated facility you play inside. But if this isn’t enough to scare you to death, we’ve got something for you: a list of awesome mods that will make the experience even more terrifying.

You’ve been warned my friends.

15. Total Horror Breach

How do you make a horror game more horrific?

By horrifically changing its presentation!

The Total Horror Breach is a simple graphics and sound overhaul that makes Containment Breach even scarier. We get totally new character models and textures, and sound effects from the most popular horror games of 2012 and 2013. Spooky, I know.

The gameplay doesn’t change, but your nightmares surely will.

14. Realism Mod

I’m not sure I want a horror game to be realistic. I play and enjoy them exactly because they look nothing like the real world.

But if you’re not afraid of mixing fantasy and reality, you should definitely download the Realism Mod.

And yes, it’s exactly as it sounds: new character models for humans and other creatures, plus better sounds. Just avoid playing for too long at night: you risk ending up in a real SCP facility!

13. FOV Mod

If you’re playing Containment Breach on one of those modern 4K resolution monitors, the FOV mod will make the experience way more enjoyable.

This freebie adds the ability to change the game’s basic field of view value, so that you’ll be able to see more, or less, of the environment at any time during the game.

Make sure to not increase it too much if you’re playing on a small monitor, unless you somehow love experiencing motion sickness.

12. Five Nights at Freddy’s

Enough with those boring procedurally-generated rooms that all look the same.

Time to spend a night or two at Freddy’s!

This Five Nights at Freddy’s mod is pretty darn entertaining. It brings some new rooms and other visual elements inspired by the Five Nights at Freddy’s series.

The mod doesn’t include any major gameplay changes. But if you’re a fan of the series, you’ll recognize a few things right away.

11. Weeping Angel

Have you ever heard of the Weeping Angels? They’re mysterious. They’re dangerous.

And they’re roaming your facility!

The Weeping Angel mod replaces the SCP-173 character model with a Weeping Angel taken from the immensely popular British TV Show Doctor Who.

The angels, thankfully, don’t come with their unique powers. And you should be thankful they don’t: you wouldn’t have made it very far, trust me.

10. Disco Edition

I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be trapped inside a disco in SCP – Containment Breach… but hey, anything goes to spice up the game, doesn’t it?

This Disco Edition mod overhauls all of the game’s rooms, hallways, and some of the SCPs so that it feels like you’re in a disco, complete with flashing lights and appropriate sound effects that will bring forth an irresistible urge to dance.

Who would ever want to escape from this place?

9. Furry Breach

Fair warning: This mod is not to be taken seriously.

Furry Breach is a very humorous modification that introduces scribbles and all sorts of weird stuff in the game. I’m not really sure who was supposed to be mocked by all this… but I’m sure it’s great for a few laughs.

Some things are better left unsaid. So give this one a go and try it for yourself.

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8. WTF Messup Breach Remastered

Masters of Memes, the time for you to shine has finally come!

WTF Messup Breach Remastered will lock you inside a facility full of memes, corrosive rainbow enemies, and the sorts of stuff you can expect to see in the weirdest corner of the interwebz! Sorry, I suppose I already got contaminated here.

But if you’re looking for more fun and lighthearted gameplay, this is a mod worth trying.

7. More Rooms

In a procedurally generated game, having more elements to throw into the mix can only be a good thing. A very good thing.

More Rooms introduces a few new rooms to the game, including a new office hallway for the light containment zone, a new tunnel for the heavy containment zone, and so on.

This mod is worth installing if you’ve been playing the game for a long time, and have mastered all of its tricks. Time to get surprised once again!

6. 087-B Mod

SCP – Containment Breach can be a very scary experience. But man, you have seen nothing until you install the 087-B Mod.

This mod not only overhauls the facility’s appearance so that it looks much darker than usual, but it also brings a ton of subtle changes to the atmosphere. And even changes to gameplay mechanics.

It will almost feel like you are playing an official expansion. Specifically an expansion that wants you to wet your pants in fear!

5. Dark Confinement

Want to spice up the Containment Breach experience with a little bit more horror?

Stop wasting time and download the Dark Confinement mod. You’ll love it.

Like a couple of other mods in this list, the Dark Confinement mod aims to make the game scarier by introducing new textures, new looks for some of the SCPs, new voice clips, new sounds, a new intro sequence, and tons of new custom rooms for each containment zone.

For the best effect, try playing at night. See if you can make longer than an hour.

4. MLG Edition

The MLG Edition mod makes Containment Breach a much scarier experience, for sure. But not in the way you may expect.

But I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you, so I won’t tell you exactly what’s going on here… suspense is part of the fun.

All I can tell you is this: beware of the blue hedgehogs. And the smoking heads!

3. Half-Life: Resonance Cascade

Valve seems determined to not give us the third main entry in the Half-Life series we so desperately want, leaving us poor fans very little choice other than resorting to fan-made games and modifications.

The Half-Life: Resonance Cascade is a total overhaul that fans of the classic series will surely enjoy.

It tries to provide a look at the Black Mesa incident from a different perspective. The attention to detail in this mod is absolutely the highest caliber, so you’d better not skip on this one. Even if you’re not a die-hard Half-Life fan who prays daily for a new entry in the series, I’d say it’s still worth it.

If you’ve never played the Half-Life series then who knows, maybe this mod will turn you onto it.

2. Nine-Tailed Fox Mod

If you’re looking for a real gameplay overhaul, you should look no further than the Nine-Tailed Fox Mod.

This is among the best add-ons ever made for SCP – Containment Breach. Why so great?

Mostly thanks to the inclusion of a lot of new gameplay mechanics, including functional guns and a health bar. No more running away from these fearsome creatures: load your shotguns and show them who’s the real terror of the world.

1. Ultimate Edition

To properly mod SCP – Containment Breach, you can go at it in two different ways.

You either download all the mods in this list (and hope they’re compatible with one another) or you download the Ultimate Edition.

Ultimate Edition is a massive modding project that includes the most popular mods ever made for the game.

This means you get improved visuals, new content, new gameplay mechanics, and so on, all in a very tight package that’s just one click away.

Just make sure your PC is up for the task: in gaming, as in life, the weak get left behind.

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This article is about the stage musical. For the book series, see Containment Breach. For the film series, see Containment Breach (film series). For other uses, see Containment Breach (disambiguation).

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MusicSophia MacLeodLyricsCarlisle AtticusBookSal Linnen andRoger MackenzieBasis2007 novel by Kate McGearsProductions2009 Wyoming tryout2009 Broadway2011 US Tour2012 West End2014 UK Tour

Containment Breach The Musical is a musical with music by Sophia Macleod, lyrics by Carlisle Atticus, and book by Sal Linnen and Roger Mackenzie. It is based on the best-selling 2007 novel Containment Breach, the first book in the SCP Foundation series by author Kate McGears.

The musical debuted January 11, 2009, at the Oneiroi Theater in Wyoming and met with instant critical and commercial success. It premiered on Broadway at the Palace Theater on October 6, 2009.[1] The musical has since become a popular choice for productions by community theatres, school and university groups, summer camps and regional theatre companies.[2]

Synopsis

Act 1

A married couple are aroused from their sleep by the sound of a crying infant. The wife tells her husband that it's his turn to check on the baby. As the husband opens the door to their bedroom, he turns around and exclaims with alarm that they do not have a child. The husband is pulled through the doorway by an off-stage assailant. The terrified wife calls the police, and the call is intercepted by the Foundation Surveillance Network ('Something is [REDACTED]ing My Husband!').

Mobile Task Force Beta-12 arrives to find a globular red mass closing in on the wife. The team captures the creature in a metal crate, administers amnestics to the wife, and cleans up the husband's remains ('Just Another Tuesday'). They transport the creature to Site-19's North Containment Hall and lock it in a containment cell next to SCP-049 ('Secure, Contain, Protect'). Dr. Jack Bright and his assistants walk through the corridor to check that all SCPs are accounted for ('Roll Call').

Bright enters SCP-105's containment chamber and performs a routine test of her anomalous ability to see locations in photographs as they presently appear ('What a Wonderful World'). Afterward, she is told she may be granted certain privileges for her good behavior. SCP-105 requests various luxury items, including fresh flowers and a bible, but also asks that Dr. Bright call her by her real name, Iris. Bright approves all her requests except the final one, as calling her by her real name would be a breach of protocol ('List of Requests').

Burdened by his obligation to treat the innocent captives the same way he treats the monsters, Bright goes to the SCP-408 enclosure and confesses his guilty feelings to lepidopterist Dr. Zynnia Kondraki. Kondraki reassures Bright that he is doing the right thing, although her speech includes a number of subtle allusions to the clear romantic tension between them ('Bright's Lament').

Elsewhere in Site-19, the amorphous red blob (now designated SCP-844) reveals itself to have the voice and personality of a small, frightened child. SCP-049, contained in the neighboring cell, tries to explain SCP-844's situation in a sensitive and gentle way, but he is interrupted by Able (SCP-076), who provides a more frank and honest description of life in containment ('Where am I?'/'Being Anomalous Really Sucks, Okay?').

Loud sirens and bright flashing lights suddenly fill the hallway. The SCPs cheer, recognizing it as a Containment Breach alarm. They happily speculate who may have attained freedom, but are horrified when they find that it is SCP-106 ('Who's the Lucky Bastard?'/'Oh HELL No!'). SCP-106 silently performs a short dance number before leaving to wreak havoc in Site-19 ('Rage State Ragtime').

Meanwhile, Bright and Kondraki come close to sharing their first kiss while SCP-408 specimens create a romantic atmosphere around them ('Screw Professionalism'). Just as they are about to confess their feelings for one another, Site Director Yorick Cleffordson announces over Site-19's PA system that all personnel must assist in recontaining SCP-106 at any cost ('Put That Thing Back Where It Came From (Or So Help Me)'). Bright and Kondraki exchange awkward goodbyes and quickly run off to defend their Site.

Bright searches Site-19's East Storage Wing for anything that might be able to stop SCP-106, but all he finds are Safe-Class objects with bizarre-but-unhelpful abilities ('My Kingdom for a Euclid'). Finally, he grabs a handful of objects with unidentified anomalous properties and leaves, hoping for the best ('What the Hell, I'm Dead Either Way').

SCP-106 walks through Site-19's cafeteria, killing staff members right and left. Suddenly the cafeteria turns into an idyllic pastoral scene, causing SCP-106 to recoil in terror. It sends handfuls of black, highly acidic sludge into the air, causing SCP-408 specimens to scatter and fall (“[TANGO EXPUNGED]”). Just as SCP-106 spies Kondraki in the corner of the room, Bright bursts in with his arms full of undocumented SCP objects. He throws them one after another at SCP-106, but to no avail. SCP-106 slowly advances toward Bright until the two are face-to-face. SCP-106 reaches forward menacingly, but at the last moment, Bright puts a comb on SCP-106’s head, turning it into a beautiful young woman– much to its distress.

Site Director Yorickson enters the room with back-up security personnel, and SCP-106 is apprehended before it can remove the comb. Just as the trouble seems to be over, a support beam weakened by SCP-106’s sludge attacks begins to collapse. Bright sees the support about to fall on Kondraki and he pushes her out of the way, sacrificing himself in the process. He confesses his love to her with his dying breaths (“Screw Professionalism (Reprise)”). As his body goes limp, a red amulet falls out of his hand.

Act 2

Several days after the containment breach, a team of D-Class personnel is cleaning the damaged cafeteria. One of them finds the red amulet lying amongst some rubble and picks it up. His entire disposition immediately changes, and he runs out of the room in confusion. When captured and questioned, he claims to be Dr. Jack Bright. After he correctly answers questions only the real Bright would know, his interrogators are forced to believe him ('I'm a Doctor, Not a D-Class”).

Bright, in his new body, is designated as SCP-963 and placed in a holding cell until an available containment chamber can be found. Bright notes the irony of finding himself on the other side of the containment door (“Bright’s Lament (Reprise)'). He is surprised to find himself moved to an “overflow” chamber containing other humanoids. His cellmates, SCP-2800 and SCP-1846, attempt to raise his spirits (“It's Like a Really Long Vacation”).

Meanwhile, Kondraki, still believing Bright to be dead, has her butterflies create an illusion of him so she can say goodbye (“Damn Your Sexy Face”). Dr. Everett King enters the butterfly enclosure to retrieve some notes, and several butterflies escape as he comes in. Kondraki follows them to the cell where Bright is being held, and the two reunite (“I’m Confused, But Kiss Me”).

Elsewhere in Site-19, Able has been transferred to the cell next to Iris’. The two recount the romantic relationship they fostered as teammates in the Omega-7 Task Force as well the breakup that followed. Able begs her to see the warm, loving man behind the brutal killer (“I Would Probably Never Gut You”). However, Iris rejects the idea of ever getting back together.

Bright continues to live day-to-day life an SCP, growing increasingly dissatisfied with the way he is treated by his former co-workers. (“When You’re a Skip”). He gradually becomes sympathetic to the plight of his fellow humanoid SCPs. He only embraces the “good” SCPs at first, but he eventually warms up to the more dangerous ones as well (“We’re All Monsters, Really”).

During his weekly secret rendezvous with Kondraki, Bright tells of a massive breakout he is planning with his fellow SCPs. He instructs her to hide in a safe place so she will not be hurt during the escape, and promises to run away with her when he is free (“What Could Possibly Go Wrong?”). Kondraki agrees, but later confesses to her butterflies that she is morally conflicted (“I’m So Screwed, Guys”).

The following day, Bright springs his plan into action. With the help of various SCP allies, A massive containment breach is successfully instigated (“The Breakout Song”). Many personnel are killed in the ensuing breach, including Bright himself. However, he comes back once again when his amulet falls onto Dr. King’s recently-deceased body (“Why Do I Taste Apples?”). Bright personally releases Iris from her containment chamber, finally calling her by her proper name. Able pleads for Iris to open his containment door and release him, but she chooses not to (“It Wasn’t a Healthy Relationship At All, Really”).

Bright finds Kondraki, but she has had a change of heart and cannot bring herself to run away with him. She explains that she needs to keep her promise to the Foundation by staying behind to help recontain the SCPs that want to destroy humanity, but she still wants Bright to escape while he can (“Screw Professionalism (Reprise, Again)”). The two say a tearful goodbye and Bright departs while Kondraki stays behind to fight alongside her butterflies.

After the breach, Kondraki once again has her butterflies create an illusion of Bright with his original face. Her friend, Dr. Agatha Reach, enters the enclosure, grieving the death of Dr. King, and the two commiserate over their lost loves (“All My Boyfriends End Up Dead”). Suddenly, Bright enters the room, still in King’s body, and explains that no one knew King had died except the three of them, meaning he can essentially take over King's identity. Reach is initially disturbed, but decides she is happy her friends can be together, and says that King would have wanted things this way. Bright and Kondraki kiss, overjoyed at the second chance at living a normal life again together in Site-19 (“A Happy Ending, Sort Of”).

A group of shadowy figures monitor surveillance footage of the previous scene. As they discuss what to do, Able enters the room in a suit, revealing himself to be O5-1, head of the Overseer Council. He explains that the whole event was orchestrated by the Overseers, and that they have decided to allow Bright to live on as Dr. King. The Council meeting breaks for lunch and Able is left alone in the room. Iris suddenly enters, confused. Able explains it was all a test, and Iris tearfully runs to his arms. With the containment breach officially over, the rest of Site-19's personnel get back to work (“Secure, Contain, Protect (Reprise)”.

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Original Broadway Cast

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ActorRoleAndrew S. BearDr. Jack BrightDjango RicmannDr. Jack Bright, 2nd BodyMontala RothDr. Zynnia KondrakiChris DeMatisseDr. Everett KingKirby CavenderDr. Clefford YoricksonSilva DiezDr. Agatha ReachPeppa DenkarIrisTom StoneAbleHippolyta ArdsonSCP-106Cyril LockeSCP-844Troy DuChampSCP-049Chaz D. KevereauxSCP-2800Fritz Conwill E.SCP-1846Erica H. AnberoughMrs. HaloCane P. RavenMr. HaloVaughn PencerSCP-527

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series show I am Chris Ryan that is Jason conceptualand this is Valerie Rubin we have watched all game of thrones on multiple time is overand we are here to talk to you about how her feelings about it you know we watch the finale on Sunday night process we talked about on top of thrones talked about it on podcast talked about in our personal lives strip is richand fulfilling one we have talked about it not not but I’m sure CDS have any different perspective now that it’s been a Skull Couple Heart Shape You And Me We Got This Poster couple of days Jason started with you all really having lot as well as I think it as you as I get farther from it some of the better moments stand out more of the first half of the season I thought was really strongand really good episode tonight is 17 as I think will stand as one of the great episodes of game of thronesand evens up in the Raiders yet even even in the evening as it we entered like the back half after a long night there’s moments in there that that stand out as well I think that those will come to be finally is the kind of heat from the finale guys down Valerie Rubin Christopher Ryan game of thronesand the said you my dear friendand colleague boy I say they do a lot of emotions a lot the process I think that I am still in many ways processing the seasonand series finaleand much of the season I similarly Jason you know the things I loved about the season I find myself latching on to the meaning doesn’t totally align with the reality of what know for example I just like to to Jamie’s character arcand with writing brief you perhaps you gotta be putting up the finale itself I brought him a time that will haveand I found you know really like a lot of exhilarationand emotion in the first 40 minutesand in the closing montage with the Starks characters that I love so much I sorta does feel like the Dragon pit was like a fever so again lows you are will stand throughout time as a while jokingly seeing the light like I I still maintain that that drove on flying off with Dannyand his whole clown vault was like that 40 minutes that were made to show her you were sorting the writableand then it turns out is actually in Brenda’s mind I might is like you we start talking about game of thrones cause I professionally what one time ago but surgeries after shows around season six like for season six I guessand if you told me at the beginning season 6A that this is how game of thrones is goodand I doing okay but free good that’s uninteresting that they can there’s a Circe battle there’s the nurses told Garyand this kinda comes outand that’s how it wraps up I just never would’ve guessed that the sort of final 20 yards would’ve played out the way they did yeah absolutely I find myself liking all of the spectacle on the grandeurand pretty comfortable with the actual final destinationsand landing spots are mostly charactersand still do sort of wishing that we had more time to get thereand I think of season sevenand eight have each been the standard episodes we would have a lot fewer questions about how we got from point a to you a lot of the discourse around the shortened time frames been aroundand fairly so that Danny her turn to despotism but it really stands out the most with brand with brand being elevated to King this is a guy who the pitch for him into areas where this here’s the person with the best story you that story was not on the shofar sees you that so in that sense you know you said to me the inheritance back in season 56 like that’s really interesting I hope they’re laying the groundwork for that right right nowand some of it just didn’t seem like a got there especially particular brand stuff as well brand is obviously spent a lot of time kind of give your thoughts about how the last season when the last few episodes went quickly I would like to make a pivot towards maybe some more celebratory aspects of of of of the discourse yes well that positiveand so now what did the show mean to you personally shout out this game of thrones to the totality of that sort of start with the tears right awayand I’m glad I will also run things my lifeand like I mean that sincerely it’s been an increase writable part of my professional life has brought me great joy to discuss it with colleaguesand people I care about immenselyand know this question in some ways does connect to the first one how is about the ending because I think that as we move further for the way for meaning caring is one of the cool things about the show in community around it is that we also can easilyand interrogated it in a way that stems from how much we loved itand that will not go awayand it will always be reasonable to ask questions about it but I think we will just the further removed we are from the final moment find ourselves really thinking about the things we loveand gratitude that I haveand a lot of us have for being able to share this thing togetherand I think with a lot of things in life right now the digital age you gotta feel very aloneand not to like channel my inner tear in here but a great story can really bring people togetherand game of thrones to what you that’s what I mean ice I feel the same way on it moreand strictand pragmatic level it’s been great to be employed these last few years avoid that go to Trader Joe’s like when I can buy food this is goodand then I’d them all my landlord the first month of this writer will unite it’s just incredible story I think you I’ve come to the place with the books where I appreciate the world buildingand whether or not he gets to the ending I think that part of it will stand alone just there are many stories that you can fall into is totally as dishonest argument thronesand I think that’s the thing I really appreciate about this is this this fully realize world that you can fall intoand explore every part of it back through the history of this fictional history across this fictional globe we think it’s a globe you might be shaped like a globe commissioned like an egg one but just as a way to escape the worldand I really value that you is for me you know I just echo your both of you guys thought this but obviously one of the sore central thread throughout like this last decade of my professional career for the most part so it’s been a really like meaningful spike presence in my life but anything I think it is been really fascinating really awesome to see how many different ways there are to appreciateand enjoy itand how well of certain departments of of the world like on portersand like that you can cut itand how you’re supposed to enjoy it people can have game of thrones their life as a trashy beach read or as like a test or as a fine piece of art to be regarded as like from a visual standpoint or its launch the careers of 23 dozen people that will probably be watching for the next 20 years of our lives and’s that that that that sort of blossoming of all these different things that will kind of always be feeling the ripple effect the shows are really over your knowledge of the books but also because as you guys proved with about it something that actually does withstand repeated viewings looking for different nooksand crannies of it looking under the hood a little bit like how they make this workand why why do they do thisand why not even picking wages actually like thinking about the mechanics of story thinking about the mechanics ofand also thinking about real life stuff like historyand loyaltyand betrayaland familyand nationhoodand all that stuff that is all wrapped up in the shows like I thank you for giving me so much inspiration to think about stuff like that I was really wonderful freeand it’s just such a good way in richand rewarding text whether or not the books or the show the shelf courses a text toand being able to return to it constantly the way you think about a story is on the one hand kind eternaland constant if you love itand it’s this really steady most comfort that the course your life but also the way relatable change in the context of your lifeand give them a man that’s pretty exciting to think about what EOT. As he was 15 years old from West Orange New Jersey shaving off. Was on the wheel fortunate raises some and lowers other some low and it just keeps going so this is not some horrible permanent situation that we are that we are in in the past we really didn’t know how good we had under Obama did me I surely didn’t send the reading on her memory under her memory by voting a Chris I know your heart is heavy I know everybody’s heart is heavy but on her memory by she she she never gave up she never she never gave up six of swords based on pentacles while we have to be be very very careful when you vote Linda I know your heart is happy I know all in this together where this together okay on Angel spark sitting here having chills thinking about what’s to come are going to be okay were going to get through this Chris I agree she never gave up we can’t give up now exactly honor her by voting honor her by carrying on brainiac I totally agree with that asked for an early Christmas present a certain couple of chestnuts roasting on an open fire Rachel starting on a very careful when you go

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Say I Do

anime: Inuyasha pairing: Sesshomaru x Kagome genre: Drama/Romance words: ~7,700 status: Ongoing

summary:  [au] ‘I vow to you today and a thousand times over that I will never let you leave my side.’ The man to whom she was vowing eternal love was supposed to be her fiance, not her brother-in-law.

a/n: So this is my first real attempt at writing fanfiction, especially positing it to tumblr. I figured what better way to break myself in then by writing a story with my first every OTP. Please let me know what you think!

this work could also be found on ff.net and ao3

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Never in her life had Kagome Higurashi ever felt so empty; so utterly alone.

Unease bubbled within her flip-flopping stomach, spreading a wave nausea throughout her petite form. Her porcelain skin was flushed, yet clammy; crystalline hues seeing nothing but red. Hushed whispers were shared behind her; the thrum of quiet chitchat bounced off the mosaic-covered walls. It was not hard to distinguish that she was the sole topic of discussion within the room.

The heat of their stares bore down on her back, and it was enough to make her want to squirm. She shifted slightly, her movement slow. The desire to wrap her arms around herself and shy away from the crowd was strong, though the mass of silk and lace she was dressed in restricted her movements. It was suffocating, constricting; she couldn't breathe. Her throat was dry, an uncomfortable lump forming, adding to her distress. The more she swallowed in an attempt to quell the feeling, the more prominent it became.

The stems of the lilies within her bouquet gave an audible cry under her vice-like grip, drawing her attention. Glancing downward, Kagome scrunched her nose and glared at the white flowers as if they were the sole cause of the pure embarrassment that was threatening to drown her.

She blamed herself for letting it get this far.

Kagome knew that this entire situation was not going to benefit any of the parties involved without some sacrifice. She was living in a dream world thinking that something like this would not be met with some type of resistance.

This was supposed to be a happy day, one where nothing could go wrong.

This was a day that most girls dreamed of from a young age.

This was supposed to be a celebration, one of happiness and life…of love.

But, here she stood, on her wedding day, groom-less.

Kagome rationalized that she should be more upset than she currently was. Most women at this point would have broken down and called everything off. She didn't feel the pinpricks of oncoming tears forming in her eyes; there was no wave of sadness crashing down on her. There was a myriad of emotions swirling around her, but despair was not one of them. No, she mostly felt empty and alone, a numbness pulsing through her with every breath she took. Embarrassment held her in a vice, whispering within that she should just run away. It was duty and stubbornness that kept her rooted to the spot she maintained at the altar.

She was not surprised that it came to this point. All stories like this came bubbling to a climax. Though, she sorely wished her situation was not one that would leave her in this utterly insignificant position. Nothing seemed to work out the way that she wanted it to within this relationship. The whole thing was a cruel twist of fate.

It was a political marriage; arranged.

An alliance of…sorts.

-o-

Kagome's father always had a knack for technology, ever since he and her mother had met back in high school. Her mother would tell Kagome stories of her father when he was a teen, about how he would lock himself away in his garage and invent little knick-knacks to impress her. He was always curious about things; he wanted to know what made them tick.

What gave them drive.

Over the years that curiosity developed to the point where he created his own firm. It was modest at first, a small technology company that would produce software for computers, but over time it grew within power. This was the modern era. Everything was run on some sort of software. There were plenty of other technology companies that competed with her father's, but there was only one that he ever deemed a rival: Taisho Inc.

Touga Taisho was an esteemed businessman, ruthless in his field. He ran his company with the utmost care; every product produced was carefully planned, every business deal was a strategic power-play. He conducted himself in the same manner and grace throughout his everyday life. There were no friendships, no bonds, no social gatherings he would attend that would not benefit his company. It was his lifeline; the fruit of his labor and he would not see its downfall. It was no surprise that Taisho Inc. was becoming world-renowned.

Kagome's father has crossed Touga's path early on at a business expo while showing off one of the new microchips that Higurashi Tech. put together. It immediately caught Touga's attention, who wished to directly buy it outright, including the patent to call it his own. Her father vehemently refused, much to Touga's frustration.

Thus, a rivalry was born.

It was never hostile or derogatory. There was no slander or dragging through the mud. The only thing these men attempted to do was one-up each other. They liked to push each other, gauge the reaction and see what the other would do next. It was a simple game among men; to see who would come out on top. Kagome assumed her father caught Touga's interest because he was the first person to deny him what he wanted. In a world where you were always in charge, who would stand up and tell you no?

It carried on for years, the push and pull. One man outdoing the other. Benefit galas were never dull when those two men were in attendance. The casual jibes and mocking undertones were always a source of amusement. The words they spoke were never hurtful; uncivil and full of dry humor, yes, but they were words of two men who grew to respect one another highly.

It was at one of those galas that she met him, the man that was to be her future husband.

Kagome was not prone to such events. She was seventeen at the time, young, and somewhat clueless. Pair a long dress with her naturally clumsy demeanor, and there was bound to be an issue. That instance presented itself when she was trying to descend the staircase into the main ballroom. Kagome had been running late to the festivities, rushing through the doors and down the stairs without any caution. Her high heel tangled in the trail of her gown, the movement of her body already propelling her forward. Before she could make a complete embarrassment out of herself, she was caught and pulled back against a robust and broad frame.

Turning to thank her savior, words died on her tongue. Kagome was caught within the piercing gaze of the most unique pair of golden eyes she had ever seen. He couldn't have been much older than her, maybe by a year or two. His cropped white hair was worn messily, not gelled back like the other men in attendance. Blue locked with amber, and for a moment—a bated breath – Kagome was spellbound.

Then he went and opened his mouth.

He had mocked her for her lack of ability to walk like a 'normal person,' questioned her on if she was 'all there in the head,' and then he proceeded to call her 'wench.'

Her hackles rose, left eye twitched in utter annoyance, and like a snake coiling to strike at its prey, Kagome lashed out. An all-out verbal spar had ensued. Back and forth, a battle of mockery and insults was fought. He seemed to be the clear victor with a well-placed dig about her lack of feminine figure. Kagome politely replied with a neat kick to his shin before she stomped off.

It was later in the evening that her father introduced her to his 'esteemed rival' along with said rival's family. Her first impression of Touga was that of intimidation; he was a loud and proud man. Everything about him seemed to emanate power. It was his eyes, however, that gave Kagome a different view. There was a softness; a warmth there that she couldn't quite place. It offset the towering persona that he affronted. The fire within those golden depths smothered into an inferno of tawny when he looked down at the woman next to him and introduced her as his wife.

Izayoi Taisho was even more elegant than the magazines pictured her as. With soft brown eyes and waist length ebony hair, she held herself with the sophistication and grace of royalty. Kagome mused that she technically was royalty with a husband like Touga. It was only after the introduction was made that Kagome realized it was love which was the cause for the softness around the edges of the businessman's eyes. She remembered vaguely wondering, in that moment, if someone would look at her like that one day.

The next to be introduced was his youngest son, who she immediately recognized as her would-be savior from the staircase. His name was Inuyasha Taisho.

Glares were shared, insults were passed off, and continued disagreements were huffed – much to the bemusement of both sets of parents.

It carried on for years like that. Whatever events that they attended, no matter how much they tried to avoid one another, Inuyasha and Kagome always got into some argument. It didn't matter the topic; it could have been the weather, they just didn't agree. She didn't quite grasp why he was so brash. Why did everything out of his mouth have to be a crude insult? It was like he had a hardened shell around him.

He didn't want to let anyone in and lashing out was his only defense.

When Inuyasha became the topic of debate amongst Touga, her father, and a few of Taisho's business associates at a financial gala she was attending, Kagome finally understood. Touga was explaining the idea of dividing his company amongst his two sons when he was ready to step down. The notion of his oldest being in charge was something that the group approved. However, the concept of Inuyasha running anything related to Touga's company was rebuffed, scoffed at, and utterly frowned upon.

Kagome remembered the confused look that crossed her father's face. She also recalled the burning anger that turned Touga's gaze into flat golden stone. The group of Taisho's business associates were overlooking Inuyasha's skill with finances and disregarded his understanding of the market. In turn, they decided to make it a point to discuss his apparent lack of decorum. Looking back on it now, she was positive one of the men even went as far as to call him a disgrace to the Taisho name.

Kagome didn't know what prompted her to do it.

Maybe it was Touga's tense posture, one that was ready to battle anyone who disrespected his son.

Maybe it was the look of sadness that flashed within Izayoi's eyes.

Maybe it was the utter heartbreak that seemed to roll off of Inuyasha as he caught the tail end of the conversation. He didn't look surprised; it was like he had heard those insults before.

He looked beaten; broken.

All it took was one look - blue locked with gold.

Kagome moved on her own then, pushing into the fray of bodies. Hellfire burned into her cerulean depths as she stomped up to the nearest man, hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Kagome couldn't for the life of her remember what exactly she said as she ranted and raved to the group of elders. All she could recall from the confrontation was that Higurashi Tech, under her guidance, would never do business with the likes of close-minded, arrogant, and stuffy individuals who had their heads so far up their asses that they couldn't ascertain a decent business deal even if it were waved right under their noses.

She was cut off, mid-tirade, by Inuyasha, who promptly clamped a hand over her mouth and bodily restrained her, all while dragging her out of the building.

Kagome turned her raging emotions on him once they were outside. He remained silent, while she carried on, pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. She was shrieking and shouting about where they got the right to judge anyone. He patiently waited for her to stop, for all the anger to seep out of her as she continued to holler about the inequality of things. When Kagome finally deflated was when she got a good look at him. He looked remorseful, sad, and bashful all rolled into one.

The emotions swam within his gaze, ever-shifting, and suddenly they morphed into something she couldn't ascertain.

He then proceeded to do something that Kagome never thought he would do; he thanked her.

Inuyasha Taisho thanked her.

She never understood that look, the one that he gave her that night.

Looking back on it now, Kagome didn't think that she ever saw that wayward emotion trickle into Inuyasha's gaze again - at least not around her.

That was the beginning of their odd friendship. Much like their father's relationship, Kagome and Inuyasha were rivals with a twist. Attempting to one-up each other whenever they got the chance. Over the next couple of years, it budded into genuine friendship. Kagome was a woman entering a male-dominated corporate world. Inuyasha was the frowned upon heir to an empire. She was his rock, and he was hers. They were the only ones who truly understood each other – what it was like to be an outsider.

If she had to guess, their friendship was the basis for the idea that their fathers came up with. Watching their children grow into the young adults that would take over their companies one day. What better way to secure their future than a marriage? A marriage that would not only unite their children but their corporations as well. It would push them to the top of the technological hierarchy, securing the power for the new generation for when they took over.

-o-

A cough from behind broke Kagome from her thoughts. Perspiration was beginning to bead under the snowy veil upon her brow, and she fought an urge to swipe it away. Looking up, she caught a glimpse of Miroku Hoshi, clad in his cream and maroon ceremonial robes. The soft baritone of his voice was reciting a passage from a scripture within the golden bible he held. The young woman was thankful she was standing so close to him, he was drowning out of the whispers coming from behind her. Miroku looked up then, feeling her gaze on him. They stared at each other for a moment, his violet eyes filled with nothing but warmth.

Kagome had been introduced to Miroku through Inuyasha about a year ago. He was a personal lawyer that worked with Taisho Inc. He had a reputation of being particularly witty in the courtroom, always cracking jokes at inappropriate times. That, however, didn't stop him from outmatching many when it came to a battle of legal loopholes. Much to the displeasure of his opponents, Miroku had a knack of getting out of any situation that he was presented with. He also proudly maintained a reputation for having wandering hands. Kagome had been on the receiving end of his "caresses" far more than she had liked over the last few months.

Miroku raised his voice by a decibel then, drowning out the background noise even further. Kagome assumed that he could sense her discomfort, though, she was sure she wasn't masking it well. He continued with his hymn, and he offered her a small reassuring smile before passing a quick glance to his right, then back down to his book.

Looking over in the direction Miroku just gazed, Kagome locked eyes with her best friend and maid of honor. Sango Ito was a vision in the soft lilac silk gown that hugged her figure; her chocolate locks tucked into neat bun nestled in the middle of her head. She looked every bit the put-together maid of honor she was supposed to be, calm and collected on the exterior. However, it was the small furrow on her brow, paired with the dark scowl that was marring her angelic features which disclosed that something was wrong. Sango held her bouquet of flowers in a white-knuckled grip, Kagome noted. Pity and anger danced within her auburn gaze. Kagome knew that Sango wanted her to end this sham of a ceremony, that she didn't want Kagome to continue through this embarrassment.

Unable to handle pressure from the emotions within her best friend's gaze, Kagome bowed her head slightly. Half-heartedly, she turned her attention back to Miroku and looked up at him through her lashes.

Kagome knew Inuyasha didn't want to get married.

Hell, she didn't want to marry him either.

When they were presented with the notion of their fathers', the two of them burst out laughing. How could they have been serious? They were friends. Best friends. Comrades within a corporate world that they knew little about. Nothing more, nothing less. They both treated their fathers' antics as a joke. They both knew very well that their parents would never actually force them to get married if they didn't want to.

It was a year ago, on Kagome's twenty-fourth birthday, that she no longer took the idea of their marriage as a joke.

It was raining that day, she remembered. It was an accident, a lock-up of the breaks as he tried to swerve out of the way of an unruly stray dog that ended up in the middle of the street. The paramedics said that he didn't suffer. It was a swift and painless death; he was gone before the car had finished rolling off the road.

A year ago, Kagome Higurashi became the unwilling and unprepared CEO of Higurashi Tech. - in the wake of her father's untimely death.

Her father always told her that a man who lives entirely is not afraid of death. Death is a painful truth. It is what is to come. He stated that death was at the end of a foggy road and we must get through the fog called life to finally see the clearing. Though she knew that he would have been content with the knowledge of the way that he passed, it didn't stop the loneliness that was like an unyielding vice on her heart. It squeezed with just enough pressure to be a constant pain, and it smothered her every day just a little bit more. There was no time to grieve after the funeral. Her world had to keep on turning, no matter how much she wanted it to stop. The inner light that she typically emitted was slowly smoldering down to embers.

Kagome had to keep on reminding herself that there was a company to run. Her father's legacy to uphold.

…and she had no idea even where to begin.

She held no regrets turning to Touga for advice, even though it landed her in this current predicament. He had taken her under his wing for the first few weeks, promising her that he would help her keep her father's vision alive. He taught her what he could from afar; he was still competition after all. It would be of no interest to him to help his business' most prominent rival stay afloat, but Kagome knew he was paying his dues to her father.

It was when things finally started to look brighter, that her world came crumbling down once more.

The board of directors at Higurashi Tech. took into consideration the circumstances to which Kagome had succeeded her father, but that did not change their minds on how they felt the company should be run. They were politely asking her to step down.

Again, she turned to the one man who she thought would have all the answers. Instead, he offered her something that she never assumed he would. Touga gave her only one solution to her troubled situation: merge the companies. With his help, Kagome would remain in charge of the Higurashi Tech. portion of things. She would have free reign to do whatever she wanted with her branch as she saw fit, and in turn, her benefit and continued growth would help his company remain at the top of the technological food chain. The only other stipulation that he required from her, besides the merger, was that she would have to marry Inuyasha.

Kagome wanted to feel swindled. She wanted to feel betrayed and back-stabbed by Touga's offer. He knew that she was in no condition to run the company the way that her board of directors would have wanted. It would only have been a matter of time before they had taken the business from her. This was her father's dream, the only thing that she had left of him. There was absolutely nothing that would keep her from running this company, and Touga knew that. He was backing her into a corner, and there was only one way out - his way. The little voice in the back of her head knew he was right, putting the companies together would only benefit them both. It would keep everything that her father worked his whole life for alive. It was like holding a piece of him, and there was nothing that was going to take this part of him away from her. She would never allow it.

So, she contested the terms.

-o-

It was then that Kagome noticed that her body was trembling slightly. Trying to get her nerves about her, she stilled her quivering muscles in an attempt to muster some vigor to get through this. The tips of her fingers were cold, her toes numb in the pinched high heels she was wearing. Another wave of nausea wracked her form as Kagome struggled to breathe. That uncomfortable lump in the back of her throat was making itself known once more.

She couldn't blame him for this. She didn't blame him for this.

How could he? How could she?

After knowing each other for the last seven years, Kagome always assumed the bond that she and Inuyasha shared would play a more significant role in this. Some small voice in the back of her head told her that she should never assume anything anymore.

She made assumptions all of her life and look at where they got her.

Kagome assumed that her father would be around when she took over the company to help guide her in the right direction.

Kagome assumed that Touga would have assisted her without an ulterior motive.

Kagome assumed that she would be marrying someone that she loved.

Inuyasha took the news of their betrothal much better than she initially anticipated. In any other situation, he would have caused a riot, flinging foul words and inanimate objects around the room. He would have carried on like a sulking child until he achieved his way. However, he took one look at her, blue locked with gold, just the same as the first day that they met. As his father broke the news, she felt his eyes bore right down to her very soul. Inuyasha was searching for something. A hint of doubt perhaps? Kagome wasn't sure, but whatever it was he didn't find it.

She knew what he saw when he looked at her. What he gazed upon was unadulterated sadness and empty pleading. Kagome didn't remember how long they remained like that. The silence weighed heavy in the room, Touga, a long-forgotten participant in the conversation. They merely stared at one another. Cobalt irises being smothered by tawny hues.

In the end, Inuyasha submitted with a bow of his head.

Kagome never questioned why he agreed to the marriage the way that he did, but she was eternally grateful.

When the news of their engagement broke, and the merge of the two companies was solidified, the corporate world erupted into chaos. Competitive companies were asking for meetings to discuss future deals, current employees were looking forward to the new changes, and Touga took it upon himself to announce that he would be stepping down.

Both of their lives were falling into disorder. Here they were, left to their own devices to plan a wedding and to pick up where their fathers left off with their companies. Kagome knew Inuyasha was doing this solely for her benefit. It was a debt that she did not know how to repay. She swore that they could get through this together; that they would get through this together. Inuyasha was still her rock, and she would always remain as his. Once everything had calmed down after the wedding, they would figure out their lives together.

What she was not expecting, however, was that on the one day that she needed him most – the one day that they swore they would conquer hand in hand – Inuyasha would abandon her.

Nothing over the last few months would have indicated to Kagome that she would end up alone at the altar. Inuyasha carried on the same, always with that headstrong attitude that rivaled her own. He made it a point to check in on her most days under the pretext of making sure the wedding was not causing her too much stress. Kagome knew better, though. She knew that he was visiting her to calm his fraying nerves. They had come to an unspoken understanding. Or at least, she thought that they did.

The merger would take place after their wedding, and they would run their companies alongside one another. Though they were not marrying for love, there was still mutual respect, and that was more than what some had in their marriages. Together they were going to unite the different aspects of their lives and attempt to achieve the goals that they always strived for. Inuyasha would finally be in charge, and she would keep her father's dream alive.

How was it, that if there was this understanding, she now stood all alone?

-o-

There was a low growl that emanated off from her right. Without having to turn around, Kagome already knew that the gurgled grunt came from Touga. She could feel his anger from where she stood. Most of that frustration was directed towards his son, but Kagome was also a guilty party behind his volatile mood. He was the last person Kagome informed when she found out Inuyasha had run off.

Miroku had been the first to know that the would-be groom had gone into hiding. Miroku had gone to Inuyasha's apartment before arriving at the church to find his friend's home ransacked. It looked like whoever left had gone in a hurry without concerning themselves with cleaning up the mess they made. Miroku knew right away that he had run, hiding from his responsibility to Kagome. It was not until he found the note laid out on the granite counter-top that his fear was confirmed.

Kagome was getting ready for the ceremony when he brought it to her. She could tell by the look on his face when he entered her dressing room that whatever Miroku had to share with her would not be pleasant. He didn't say a word when he handed her the note. It was a crumbled piece of paper that looked like it was torn from some notebook. Short and to the point, written in Inuyasha's typical chicken scratch were the words that stomped away the small amount of happiness Kagome had been feeling that day.

K-

I'm so sorry, but I just can't do this.

- I

She was confused at first, remaining silent for a long time. The first emotion that erupted within her was anger. Of all days he had to pull something like this? What was wrong with him?

Though, that anger was quickly settled into calm resolve. Kagome promised herself that there would be nothing, absolutely nothing, that would stop her from taking over her father's company. If Inuyasha was not going to help her along that path, then so be it. She knew the wedding needed to happen for the merger to occur and she needed this alliance to occur. There would be a wedding, with or without a groom.

Without a word, Kagome crumpled up the letter and politely told Miroku that he needed to leave so she could finish getting ready for the service. The look that crossed his face as he processed what she said was priceless, and Kagome wished she had a camera to capture that moment. The slack-jawed shock plastered all over his face was the only amusing thing that could have occurred from that entire situation. He remained like that for a solid two minutes, attempting to pull himself together. He tried to talk her out of this pony show, – pleaded – to save herself the embarrassment of this whole ordeal.

Kagome refused.

There was nothing that anyone could do to sway her. She needed to do this. It was for her father.

Miroku had somberly left her after their small debate, to which she took the time to notify her mother and her maid of honor that there would be no groom waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Sango vowed his death by her own two hands, but her mother looked at her with understanding. She didn't try to stop her from what she was about to do. Kagome figured it was because her mother understood better than anyone what it meant to keep this company within the Higurashi family.

Confusion was evident in the church when she was guided down the aisle by her little brother, only to be given away to a non-existent groom. Kagome did her best to drown out the background noise. It helped that Miroku carried out the ceremony as if it was normal only to have the bride present.

She could do this. She would do this.

-o-

"-gome." Cerulean eyes that were lost within her memories came back to vivid life. Miroku's gaze held that familiar warmth, though, there was a pinch of worry in those indigo orbs. Lips quirking slightly in a small, half-hearted smile, Kagome let Miroku know that he had her attention once more.

When he spoke again, his voice was just a hushed whisper, meant for only her ears. "It's time for the sharing of the vows Kagome," he breathed in her direction.

His eyes drifted towards the vacant spot next to her before he locked eyes with her once more. They merely stared at each other, an awkward silence now descending upon the entire church. She knew that he was worried about proceeding, seeing as it was usually the groom who stated his vows first, but with no groom here, Miroku didn't know what to do.

"Is there any way that we could skip this part?" She hissed through clenched teeth, panic contorting her features while her eyes darted between Miroku and Sango.

Miroku responded in a sheepish whisper, "Well, I could say a few words instead of you reciting your vows, but we still have to exchange the rings, and we very well can't skip that part."

How could she do this?

How could she put herself through this?

Kagome was in denial. She knew it. Her friends knew it. Every person sitting in the church knew it.

Kagome wanted to believe – to hope – that this wasn't happening. That this whole thing was just one of his immature pranks. He always knew how to get under her skin; always knew which buttons to push that would get a rise out of her. She wasn't expecting him to run through the front door with grandiose proclamations of his undying affection towards her. She knew those words wouldn't be real.

However, she was expecting something - anything to deny that this was happening. If she just continued with the ceremony, it would give Inuyasha enough time to make it for the essential parts…right?

Kagome screwed her eyes shut.

'Breathe, Kagome,' she chastised herself internally.

What was she going to do? If this wedding didn't happen, then neither would the merger. It would only be a matter of time before the board of directors asked her to step down once again. Could she convince Touga to forget this entire thing? Perhaps after seeing the stress that it was causing them both, then maybe, just maybe, he would ignore the whole notion. She felt like she knew him well enough to try and convince him that they could continue with the merger without this stipulation.

She released a strangled noise from the back of her throat, something between a whine and a sob. Kagome could feel her shoulder shaking, but she wasn't sure if it was a reaction to the stress her body was undergoing or the harsh reality of her entire situation crashing down on her. She could feel everyone's eyes on her. If they were an uncomfortable weight at the beginning of the ceremony, they were now an unfathomable and unnerving mass suffocating her. Kagome didn't want to open her eyes and look around her. If the emotions that Miroku and Sango held were any indication to go from, she was sure that if she took one look at her mother, it would break her. Her mother's eyes were always so calm, so welcoming. Even after the loss of her father – her mother's life partner – she still presented a peaceful and openhearted aura.

It was what got Kagome through her father's death. It helped heal and lift the veil of the sorrow.

Now, she knew that if she took one look in her mother's eyes, it would solidify that this was over. Her mother would tell her just to stop fighting it, to accept this situation for what it is. She could almost hear what her mother would say.

'It's alright dear,' she would declare in that soft voice of hers. 'You tried your best, and that is all your father would ask for.'

This dream of running her father's company was coming to an end. Every aspect of her life was slowly slipping through her fingers like sand. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find purchase to keep all the pieces together. Kagome knew that she had talked herself up. That even though she attempted to prepare herself for going through this ceremony alone mentally, there was little she could do to make herself genuinely ready for the events.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, unshed tears glistening in oceanic depths.

Kagome quickly looked towards Miroku, "You were right Miroku, I shouldn't have done this. I... I-" Her words cut off as a choked sob made its way up her throat. More tears threatened to fall, and it took every ounce of strength Kagome had to stop them.

Miroku remained silent, glancing over at Sango with pleading eyes. He was silently willing her to do something about this. Perhaps if they intervened now, they could save their friend the continued embarrassment of carrying on this charade.

Kagome took a deep shuddering breath and closed her eyes again. She just needed a minute, just a minute to collect herself. She focused on her breathing.

In. Out.

In. Out.

The only announcement of his arrival was the sudden warmth of a body next to her own. The musky scent of a forest after a heavy rainfall invaded her senses. It was crisp; clean. A welcomed balm that began to sooth her tousled array of emotions.

When Kagome once again opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of Miroku; both eyebrows arched so high they were lost behind his bangs. It took him a moment to collect himself, but when he did, Kagome swore she saw a flash of humor dance within those purple orbs. Confusion wracked her brain and, hesitantly, Kagome turned her head to peek at the person standing next to her.

He was permeating his usual air of nonchalance, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else instead of where he was currently standing. His hair was a waterfall of silver, though it was cut shorter than the last time she saw him. Instead of curling down to his mid-back, it was now just brushing past his shoulders, neatly pulled back into a low ponytail that rested at the nape of his neck. He was clad in a suit much like his father's; traditional black jacket and matching slacks, complimented with a maroon vest and matching bow-tie. It made the color of his eyes flare to life.

Sesshomaru Taisho was a picturesque being of aristocratic authority, mixed with an unparalleled god-like arrogance left him as infamous in the corporate world as he was in the tabloids. His personality befits the power and rank that he held. Like his father, Sesshomaru was a calculating man, but much colder to the point where it was difficult to approach him. He gave her the same first impression that she had of his father – intimidation. Though, where she eventually warmed up to Touga, Kagome never felt comfortable in Sesshomaru's presence.

The last time that they spoke was the night that Inuyasha had announced their engagement. She made the mistake of asking him how he was fairing that evening, to which he answered with a glare and silence. At a loss for how to even continue to engage this type of man in casual conversation, Kagome politely excused herself before hastily scurrying off to an area of the house that didn't seem so frigid.

The only person that Kagome saw Sesshomaru interact with that night – willingly – was his father. Even then the conversation seemed strained, with Touga taking over most of the discussion. Kagome didn't know how she felt about him. She couldn't read him. He was elusive; a mystery. Sesshomaru was a man that was indescribable when it came to appearance and demeanor. Many men sought to be him, and many women sought to be with him. Kagome got the feeling that he didn't particularly like her even though he never voiced his dislike out loud.

She was indifferent towards him; someone that just happened to be around him on occasion. They were not friends. Hell, they weren't even acquaintances.

That being said, it didn't explain what he was doing, standing next to her at the altar.

Sesshomaru looked at her then, a fleeting glance from the corner of his eye. Kagome saw the barest hint of disinterested gold before he turned his gaze upon Miroku.

"Continue," He deadpanned.

Kagome's eyebrows scrunched in utter confusion. What was he talking about?

Continue?

Continue what exactly?

It was then that she realized that he was talking about the exchanging of vows. Kagome quickly snapped her head in Sango's direction. The brunette looked to be caught in the same surprised stupor that she was. She glanced back towards Sesshomaru and opened her mouth to protest, but Miroku cut her off before she could even get a word out.

"Will you be standing in for the role of the groom?" He questioned in an almost – dare she say – pleased voice.

Sango recovered from her surprise at the question. "Stand in?! That is highly illegal. Of all the harebrained schemes that you have come up with over the years Miroku, this takes the cake! You are a lawyer; you should know better!" She screeched from her position off to the right, voice echoing throughout the cathedral. "Are you out of your mind Miroku?" Sango questioned, "Enough of this, I should have never let Kagome carry on this far. We need to end th-"

"Quiet." Sesshomaru softly demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He briefly glanced at Sango, pinning her with a glare before his eyes trained back on Miroku. An eerie silence descended upon the church at that moment.

No one spoke.

No one whispered.

No one even breathed.

After a lull of uncomfortable silence, Sesshomaru finally offered a response to the original question, "I am no stand-in."

Sango, who, at this point was closing the distance between herself and Kagome, stopped dead in her tracks. Her face contorted into another blatant expression of shock. Miroku rose an elegant brow at the stiff response but kept his mouth firmly closed.

The voices that had previously been silent were now back with a vengeance. Over the multitude of murmured whispers, Kagome could swear that she also heard someone choke back a fit of laughter. Strangely, it seemed to be coming from the direction Touga was sitting. Kagome was aware that she needed to do something – say something – that would help her gather the reins and take control of this situation.

Before she could speak, Miroku, once again, beat her to it. "Then by all means, please state your vows," He hummed with the corner of his mouth kicking up with a smirk.

Sesshomaru turned towards her then, easily towering over her petite frame. Kagome gaped up at him like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing while her brain tried to piece together some protest. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts. She needed to wrap her head around just what exactly is going on.

In response to seeing her pathetic attempt at stalling, Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes a fraction of an inch and looked at her menacingly. Kagome took that as her cue to politely keep her mouth shut. With an audible click of her teeth, she shifted stiffly in his direction. She was sure she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, doe-like cerulean orbs staring up at him with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

When he spoke again, his voice had picked up in volume, though it dropped an octave. It was a deep and husky baritone that Kagome had never heard him use before.

"I vow to you today, and a thousand times over that I will never let you leave my side. I invite you to take all of me, to come into my life and to share all I have to offer. I humbly give you all that I am and pray that you choose me on this day and all of our days hereafter."

The longer he spoke, the quieter the church seemed to become, all listening to words that were so sincerely expressed. They wrapped around her, caressing her skin with an unparalleled warmth. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention as she listened to his vows. A cascade of pink dotted on the pale skin of her cheeks as she stared, once again slightly slack-jawed, at the man before her.

This man who she barely knew.

This man who had come to her in her time of need.

This man.

This man was supposed to be her brother-in-law.

There was something in his gaze that she could not quite place, something that turned cold amber into molten, golden fire. He was looking at her; through her. It was almost as if he was seeing someone that was not her. Was he imagining someone else standing next to him? Her stomach twisted in a knot, but this time she wasn't so sure that the cause was the anxiety of the situation.

No. This was something else.

Miroku took advantage of her stunned state. He wanted to get this entire ceremony over and done with. The sooner the procession ended, the quicker he could get Kagome away from all of these prying eyes.

"Do you…er…," He floundered for a moment before collecting himself. "Sesshomaru Taisho take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?" Miroku asked.

"I do," Sesshomaru supplied in a clipped tone, his eyes never once leaving Kagome.

Miroku then looked towards Kagome, who was still flushed with stunned awe. "Do you Kagome Higurashi take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him for as long as you both shall live?" He asked again.

She didn't answer right away. She couldn't answer right away.

What was there to say? What could she say? How did she end up in an even more confusing situation than the one she had already been in? Out of everything that could have occurred today, standing here facing a man she barely considered an acquaintance and vowing her entire life away was not something that she figured would happen.

A cold chill of dread slithered its way up her spine. She should not be doing this. If it were up to her, she would not be doing this. It was hypocritical to think that she would have been alright with this entire thing if it was Inuyasha standing next to her. What made it so different now that it was Sesshomaru standing here? She needed to remember what she was doing this for. Who she was doing this for. What was that burning desire that fueled her through this much of the ceremony?

This was her father's legacy; she would not let it die.

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, gnawing at it slightly while staring up at Sesshomaru. A million questions were floating through her mind, but there was only one seemed to stand out more than the rest.

Why?

Releasing a ragged breath, Kagome squared her shoulders and straightened her spine.

"I do," she stated quietly.

Everything else around her seemed to fade into darkness. The church, the guests, even Miroku and Sango. Kagome merely gazed at the man before her. The realization dawned quicker than she had anticipated and it caused unease to bloom within her stomach once more.

She had pledged eternal love to a man that she hardly even knew….and he was supposed to be her brother-in-law.

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Killer Kyoudai AU (pt. 3)

AU: The Killer Brothers are Magnum Ace’s brothers and the Silver/Fighter Brothers were made just to counter the murder sprees they go on as detectives. They also adopt Magnum at one point.

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 12:50 AM

they're scared of them and they're scared of them

Chaoit-Today at 12:50 AM

but they know that they're not welcome

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 12:50 AM

…geez, how to get around this

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:50 AM

Garret

Chaoit-Today at 12:51 AM

oh that's gonna be fun

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:52 AM

The UN is gonna be a major part of this and they're gonna bite hard. They don't buy out SC, they buy out a middle class League team and rebrand all the mechs and femmes for war. But they take it to the field.

Chaoit-Today at 12:54 AM

and holy shit it's going to be fun for SC

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 12:55 AM

This team rebrands as a casting call to all those who were Iron Soldiers. They named their teams after letter combinations and their moves based on things like the Black Box, X Section, and Dunk Guns. It's not a fun reminder for everyone who sees this and knows...

Chaoit-Today at 12:55 AM

because how are they supposed to relax or practice when the Killer bros are in their base? and mental games ahoy

They have to work it out. This is where things look better. They have to work together for this threat, and it's been about a year that they've joined SC.It goes...

Bad ➡ Good ➡ Better ➡ Gets Worse ➡ Oh shit no it's bad ➡ Gets better ➡ Tear jerker happy ending. We're at "Good" now

Chaoit-Today at 12:59 AM

that would be good

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:00 AM

This is where they start to get along and actually practise during the day. The team try to play as soon as they wake up but due to their neglect of their newer members, they noticed the KK are nocturnal now, as they'd do everything when SC was asleep. So they push them to sleep closer to sunsets to wake up at daybreak, and they slowly work them back into a normal schedule. They play baseball together, soccer, and a bit of hockey but that's dropped when the season is all soccer and baseball.

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:04 AM

I would like to point out that you writing 'oh sh!t no it's bad' on the plot chart fills me with terror

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:04 AM

The KK talking outside of each other for once as Magnum has a whole day planned for his main team to force the KK to speak up to win at practice. It works after day 42 of this and Killer B shouts during baseball, "Outfield, catch it already!" and since it's Magnum's plan for this, Windy jumps to catch it as told.

(( Thank you! ))

Integrating them into after games activities other then Ruri forcing them to watch TV with the team include; showering with the team at a comfortable distance, going to festivals, going on walks with Juurouta to clear their minds and souls a bit, and just having fun in general.

Chaoit-Today at 1:08 AM

((yeah, it kinda scares me too))

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:10 AM

(( I feel flattered! 😇))

Top Joy winding a wet towel and snapping it at Killer Q's aft in good nature in the shower as he's not looking... 

Killer B gasps, expecting his brother to break down or scream. But Killer Q just balls his fist, turns on Top Joy, and wraps Top Joy's face in a towel. "Eat cotton, pinky!" Q cries as everyone laughs, especially Killer B.Going to sleep and snuggling just because they want to instead of in fear.

Chaoit-Today at 1:14 AM

just flings it at Topjoy's face

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:15 AM

Wraps it. Threw it to surprise him, and pulls in tight in a knot to make sure it stays! He deserves it!

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:15 AM

it makes a 'whap' and top joy yelps in surprise, but the noise he makes it just too funny

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:16 AM

Killer Q walking out of the shower, hips swaying and shoulders bouncing as today's the first days he's been carefree for so long.

Mixing oils with Lavenders to see what they can take in late night after practice games. "Chug! Chug! Chug! HE DID IT!"

Games start in summer, and it's spring. Valentines Day!

Killer Q and Killer B just wanting to retreat to their room because they're not Valentine fans. And Top Joy says, "You guys are the literal colors of VA day" and makes B almost pop out paint to hide it.

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:20 AM

valentine's day is my favorite holiday, LOL!

Chaoit-Today at 1:20 AM

Q would actually have his hands on the paint before someone stops him

Robot Harem Animes-Today at 1:20 AM

ruri gets little cans of chocolate oils and hands them out to everyone. including the killer bros

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:21 AM

Q finds pride in rocking pink and Killer Q would down chocolate like air. Killer B would sip it regularly. Killer B trying to get Killer Q out of their before he thinks about getting drunk/overcharged and he's already drunk, okay this isn't ending well

Chaoit-Today at 1:24 AM

B having to haul his drunk bro's aft out of there and to their room

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:25 AM

Q just crying out like a kid, "But I wanna stay with the nice mechs! They don't harass us or hurt us! Please, can I stay?!"

*Pregnant pause*

The party grows quiet.

Chaoit-Today at 1:26 AM

B moves faster

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:26 AM

B flat out picks his brother up and fireman carries him out like "shit shit shit shit"

"In front of the team? Really?" B asks his drunk brother as he runs down the hall.

Chaoit-Today at 1:27 AM

dead lifts into a fireman carry and books it

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:28 AM

Bye felisha!

Killer Q was growing queezy from the bumpy ride, "But it's true... They don't hit us, and they help us..." he let's out a sad drunk noise. "I miss Magnum..."

"He's back there! You'll see him tomorrow!" B says as he books it.

"I miss Frontier... I miss Aniki..." Q groans on his shoulders

Chaoit-Today at 1:32 AM

"Don't throw up on me! We're almost there!"

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:33 AM

Killer B jumps down a stairwell more then use the steps but once he got to the private quarters, he stopped running and used the time to think. "My too Irepid. Me too... And you better wait till we get inside to puke, I have rags you ass!"

"I won't... it's just spital running down your back..."

"You always were the cute one, Q."

"Thank you... Wait, was that sarcasm...?"

"Oh look, pretty and smart!"

"Fuck... You..."

"Love you too, Q."

He shifts his bro on his shoulders so he can type the code in and goes into their room. He lays him down on his side and brings a bucket to him just in case. He gets a rag, places it in subspace and cuddles his brother from behind as he licks their door. Not tonight... They didn't want to be disturbed tonight.

Q purging about thirty minutes later and he just wakes up to a hand outstretching a rag from behind him. "Thanks... b."

"No prob, Q... Go to sleep when you feel better." He hugs his brother closer to him to reassure him as he wipes his face.

"I'm feeling more sane too... sorry for ruining Valentine's Day... And our lie..." Q said as he gripped the foul smelling rag.

"It's okay... They're smart... They'd find out eventually." B murmurs behind him.Q makes a sad noise. And he throws the rag across the room. 

"Damnit! I miss him so much now! I used to not care, now I want Frontier back and it hurts to sleep without him!"

"I know... I know..." He pats his brothers back gently.

Chaoit-Today at 1:48 AM

((depending on if Ace is shipped in this or not, that's gonna be interesting))

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 1:48 AM

"We were such assholes! What the hell did Girochi make us that way for?!" Q growls. "It's not fair!"

((Ship as you please, I don't care!))

B can only nuzzle his back as Q just faints from drunkenness. He makes sure to sent positive waves to his brother's prone form. Everyone outside their door. Magnum had tried the code to unlock but he got a red lock screen. Well... He doesn't try to barge in and they all filter in as they heard Q vomit and rage.It's quiet in the hall until everyone but Magnum leaves.

'I miss Frontier... Why did Girochi make us... It's not fair!'

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 2:00 AM

NEXT DAY is a little awkward for everyone except Killer Q, he's got a hangover so he can't focus. He can't play with his stupor but B gets bombarded with stares. It's just... unnerving and he almost loses his edge while playing and having to stare at Magnum. Killer Q has reopened an old wound and hes feels lightheaded and just... he misses every swing he does and quits after strike 11. He tells his brother to follow him, he's not in the mood for playing today.

Q just falls on the couch as his brother fetches coolant to drink and sat at the end of the couch that Q wasn't taking up. Q groaned as he tried to find the remote.

B turned the TV on with the remote and handed it to his brother's searching hand. "Watch what you want bro. I'm going to sleep... We stayed up late last night..."

Killer Q only watched TV for twenty minutes before someone threw a blanket over him. He assumed it was B and snuggled up to sleep again. Killer B had been asleep for ten minutes before this and he too got a blanket and the empty coolant taken from him. Magnum watched them and turned the TV down low, not changing their environment too much just incase they had their Soldier systems.

He leaves the room to see everyone gathered at the entrance way to the room. Some were concerned, others just had neutral faces."Are they...?" Ryuuken asked quietly.

"They're asleep, yes." Magnum says in a quiet voice. "Don't be too loud on this floor if you don't mind."

Everyone was silent. The air was serious.

"Look... what we heard last night was an invasion of privacy and was a very personal moment." Magnum saids as he makes to look at everyone. "Even I shouldn't have been there."

"Personal? They're both breathing anxiety." Top Joy says in concern. "It's really bothering..."

"They both radiate fear, anger, and dark energies of all kinds," Juurouta said with a deeper frown. "With a cloud of happiness around it. We made leeway but it's far from enough."

"Who cares." Windy says as half his team look at him in shock. "They're apart of this team, so they'll have to spill eventually."

"Windy!" Magnum warns. "This is dangerous ground. We don't know what's happened to them since last time we've met. We need to treed carefully."

"Can't be as bad as what happened to Gold Mask or-" Windy was cut off.

"WINDY!" Magnum's voice raised just enough to drowned Windy out. "We. Will. Treed. Carefully."

That was Magnum's final sentence as he walks away. He calls back, "Please don't wake them up. It's easier for mechs who are sad to sleep in, it's also healthier."

He makes it to the room he wanted. A call room and makes his way over to a stall. He turns on the screen and types in some numbers. He waits two minutes before two faces show up on screen.

"Nii-san." Magnum says as he looks at the two on video chat. "I need your guidance."

"Magnum, we're close to practising, we can't stay long." Silver Arrow says as he looks at Spirits who was holding a few too many bats for him to handle as he moved them around for the team. "Is it about them?"

Spirits perked up and came running, the bats making a thub as Spirits dropped the bats to come over.

Magnum almost laughed but he continued nonetheless. "They miss Frontier... They miss being able to call me brother."

They looked between each other and they seemed to have a silent conversation. They looked back. "That's up to you Magnum. If you think they can benefit from this and you are comfortable with it, go ahead. But no one-sided stuff."

There was a Leaguer in the background that slipped on the bats."Gotta go, Magnum. Practise calls." Spirits says as 'Who's the f#cking genius who did this?' was heard before the screen went black.

Magnum sighs at the short talk and walked back to the room he'd found the KK in and they weren't disturbed a bit. He let out a happy smile as he notices a show he likes was on.

He looked around and closed the door quietly as he grabs an oil can and looks at the shared couch. He gently pushed Q's feet up to make him curl up and make room for him. He gently sat down, covered himself up with a secondary blanket and reached for the remote. He turned it up so he could hear his show when B stirred.His eyes never opened but his head boded in his tired state. 

"Q... stop moving." 

Q heard his name being called from the realm of sleep and replied, "You moved asshole... I haven't..."

They both reached their arms out sleepily to smack at Magnum's thighs, thinking they hit the other.

Did they....? Oh my god they were cute.

Magnum sat back as he smiled widely. "Goodnight... Nii-chan."

"Goodnight Q..." Killer B mumbled and drifted away.

"I love you, B... G'night..." Killer Q said as he fell asleep as well.

It's 11:56 AM.

They were adorable. Magnum undid his straw and drank as he watched his show for a while...

Chaoit-Today at 2:57 AM

((is magnum being a troll?

Minion tO WHO?-Today at 2:57 AM

1:19 PM

They were all asleep on the couch, Magnum leaning against Killer B and Killer Q on his side. They had never been so soundly in oblivion.

((Nope, he's genuine!))

Chaoit-Today at 2:58 AM

((yaaaay

[swanqueeneverafter]

11. What Happened to Frederick, Pt.4

Storybrooke. The Town Line. (Emma is investigating Kathryn’s crashed car. Sidney arrives on the scene with a camera.) Sidney: “You mind if I take a look, too?” Emma: “What for?” Sidney: “Well, just because Regina got me fired from The Mirror, doesn’t mean I can’t do a little freelance reporting. So, what do we got here?” Emma: “Gym teacher found this thing on the side of the road abandoned, no one around. Registered to Kathryn Nolan. She’s MIA.” Sidney: “Kathryn Nolan, whose husband very publicly left her? I mean, the story writes itself. If I get a scoop like that, The Daily Mirror would have no choice but to take me back.” Emma: “Calm down, tiger. You don’t work for Regina anymore. Kathryn got accepted to law school in Boston. Maybe, after David dumped her, she decided to leave town. Car broke down, she hitched the rest of the way. That’s what I would do if I was running away from my problems.” (Emma opens the trunk of the car. There is a suitcase inside.) Sidney: “And, uh, would you leave your clothes in the car?” Emma: “Time to pull Kathryn’s phone records and find out who she spoke to last.” Sidney: “Yeah, you know, if you go through the Sheriff’s Department, it’ll take you days to get those. I’ve got a contact over at the phone company, who used to help me out when I was at the newspaper. I can get those in a couple hours.” Emma: “Great. Call me the minute you get your hands on those phone records.”(David’s truck pulls up along the side of the road.) Sidney: “There he is.” Emma: “Time to break the news.” Sidney: “You really think he doesn’t know?” Emma: “I’m about to find out.”

Volunteer Centre. (Mary Margaret is filling out forms at a table at the Volunteer Centre. Leroy enters.) Leroy: “Where can I sign up? (Mary Margaret ignores him:) What? I want to volunteer to sell candles.” Mary Margaret: “No, you don’t. You made that very clear this morning at Granny’s.” Leroy: “Well… Maybe, I saw the light. I mean, maybe somebody showed it to me. What difference does it make, sister? It looks like you can use all the help you can get.” Mary Margaret: “Okay, I need help manning the candle booth. No swearing, no drinking, and I get to call all the shots.” (On the other side of the room, Astrid and Mother Superior are talking.) Mother Superior: “You ordered how many tanks of helium?” Astrid: “I-I meant to order twelve.” Mother Superior: “You ordered twelve dozen. Return them.” Astrid: “There are no refunds.” Mother Superior: “We needed that money – you knew that. You know how he feels about us. You fix this, Sister Astrid. You fix it now.” (Mother Superior leaves. Leroy, who overheard the exchange, walks over to Astrid.) Leroy: “Hey. What’s the problem?” Astrid: “The problem is, I’m an idiot. We get a stipend each year for expenses, and it’s all carefully budgeted except for the part where I spent it all. On helium. And now we can’t pay our rent.” Leroy: “So, you’ll make it up when you get your next stipend.” Astrid: “Which isn’t till next month. The rent is due next week. And the only income we have are these candles.” Leroy: “Well, so how many do you need to sell?” Astrid: “Like, a thousand.” Leroy: “How many did you sell last year?” Astrid: “Forty-two.” Leroy: “Ask your landlord to cut you a break.” Astrid: “Mr. Gold doesn’t offer much leeway.” Leroy: “Mr. Gold’s your landlord?” Astrid: “If we miss a payment, we’re out. And then they’ll reassign us, and we’ll have to leave Storybrooke.” Leroy: “No, you won’t. You know why you only sold forty-two last year? Because you didn’t have me. This year, we’re going to sell all of them.” Astrid: “Wow! Leroy, I guess you really are my hero.” Storybrooke. The Town Line. (David and Emma are still at the crash site.) David: “She’s just gone?” Emma: “You really don’t know anything, do you?” David: “I-I don’t… I don’t understand. What happened?” Emma: “I don’t know. I’m trying to find out. What can you tell me? When was the last time you spoke to Kathryn?” David: “Yesterday afternoon.” Emma: “Okay, look. I know there has been lies and deceit, and I’m really not judging you, but is that the truth?” David: “Yes. I haven’t spoken to her since we… I ended things. And I came home yesterday, and all her things were gone. I assumed she was going to Boston. That’s what she told me. Am I a suspect or something?” Emma: “No. I know when people are telling the truth, David, and you are. She hasn’t even been gone twenty-four hours. She’s not even technically missing. But, if she is, trust me – I will find her.”

Storybrooke. Present. Granny’s Bed and Breakfast. (Tongs are used to break a lock. Opening the box, the Stranger takes out Henry’s book and takes a closer look.) Storybrooke, Mayor's Office. (Regina Mills has given Henry a gift.) Regina: “Oh, go on; open it!” Henry: “What's the occasion?” Regina: “The occasion is I love you. Go on. (Henry opens it. Regina giggles. It is a handheld game:) Now, I know you miss your book but with this, you can do the heroics. You can save the princesses... (Enticingly:) you can be the hero. (Henry pokes at the game. Regina sighs:) Henry, you have to believe me, I didn’t want you to lose your book. If it’s out there, we’ll get it back.” Henry: “Good luck. It’s probably gone and it’s probably never coming back.” (There is a knock on the door. It opens to reveal Mr. Gold.) Mr. Gold: “Madam Mayor, do you have a min—oh, I'm sorry.“ Regina: “That’s quite all right... (To Henry:) Henry, why don't you get home and start your homework? I'll be there in a bit and we can have dinner. (Exit Henry. To Mr. Gold:) What do you want?” Mr. Gold: “I need a favour.” Regina: “You need a favour from me?” Mr. Gold: “Well, as you know, there are battery charges against me…pending. I really don’t relish the thought of spending any more time locked up in a cage. Now, someone with your influence can make the D.A. suddenly realize what a flimsy case they have. Isn’t that right… Your Majesty?” Regina: (Intrigued:) “What do I get out of it?” (Rumple merely smiles at this.)

Storybrooke. Present. Granny’s Diner. (Rather than head home and do his homework, Henry is busily writing down characters who appear in his book. The Stranger watches Henry.) Stranger: “What’cha working on?” Henry: “No time to talk. I got to write it all down before I forget.” Stranger: “Yeah, I hate it when great ideas slip away from me.” Henry: “They’re not my ideas. They’re stories from a book that I lost.” Stranger: (Sitting down beside Henry:) “Must be a hell of a book. What’s it about?” (Trying to get a look at the paper.) Henry: (Still paying attention to his drawing:) “Stuff.” Stranger: “Sounds exciting.” Henry: (Looking at him:) “You seem awfully interested in me and my book.” Stranger: “Well, I’m just being neighborly.” Henry: “What are you doing in Storybrooke?” Stranger: "I’m a writer.” Henry: “You can write anywhere. What are you really doing here?” Stranger: (Leaning closer and whispering:) “Stuff. (Standing up to leave:) Good luck with the stories.” The Miner’s Day Festival. (Mary Margaret and Leroy are trying to sell candles at their booth.) Mary Margaret: “Buy your Miner’s Day candles here! Handmade by Storybrooke’s very own nuns! Light your way to a good cause! By buying a candle… This isn’t working.” Leroy: “You’re right. We should pack it up.” Mary Margaret: “Now you’re quitting?” Leroy: “If the customers won’t come to us, we got to go to them – door to door.” Mary Margaret: “If they hate us here, what makes you think they’ll like us in their homes?” Leroy: “Exactly. They’ll pay us just to leave.” (Elsewhere at the festival, Sidney is playing ring toss. Emma walks up to him.) Emma: “What the hell are you doing?” Sidney: “What’s happening?” Emma: “I just got off the phone with Kathryn’s school in Boston. Registration was this morning, and she never showed up.” Sidney: “Something did happen.” Emma: “It looks that way.” (Mary Margaret and Leroy rush past, but Mary Margaret stops when she sees Emma.) Mary Margaret: “Oh, Emma! Help me out! What’s more sympathetic. Um, scarf or no scarf?” Emma: “Sc-Scarf.” Mary Margaret: “Okay.” Leroy: “Come on – we’re on a schedule.” Mary Margaret: “Oh, uh, thank you. Got to go.” (Mary Margaret and Leroy run off.) Sidney: “Why didn’t you say anything? You’re looking for a suspect. Someone with a motive. Pixie cut over there has got one a mile high.” Emma: “She had nothing to do with anything. Trust me.” Sidney: “But she’s the one-” Emma: “Trust me – I know her. Just get me those phone records.” (Mary Margaret and Leroy go to their first house. A man eating a carrot answers the door. A woman then appears beside him.) Mary Margaret: “ Hi. We’re selling candles for Miners Day.” Woman: “We’re not interested.” (She shuts the door. Mary Margaret and Leroy try several more houses, but have the door slammed in their face every time.)

Storybrooke Sheriff’s Station. Later That Day. (At the station, Emma is looking at pictures from the crash site on a bulletin board. Sidney enters with a folder.) Emma: “You find something?” Sidney: (He hands Emma the folder:) “Kathryn’s phone records. Every call she made the day she crashed her car. Including an eight minute call between her and David within an hour of the accident.” Emma: “That’s not possible. He said he didn’t speak to her that day.” Sidney: “Then, he’s lying.” Emma: “No. I know when someone is lying, and David-” Sidney: “It’s right here on paper, Emma. Phone records don’t lie – people do. And our friend David does it better than most. Don’t beat yourself up over this. You’re not the only person David fooled.” Storybrooke. Street in front of Granny's Diner. (The Stranger exits Granny's Diner as Emma Swan walks by.) Emma: “Fancy seeing you here.” Stranger: “Imagine that. Actually I've been meaning to bump into you. Matter of fact, I was hoping we might grab that drink you promised.” Emma: “Is that you asking me out?” Stranger: “Well, if putting a label on it makes you feel more comfortable, sure. Let's call it a date.” Emma: “I thought you came here to write, find inspiration.” Stranger: “Well, I'm optimistic about our date.” Emma: “See, I have a policy. I won't go out with guys who won't tell me their names. I find it weeds out the ones who keep secrets, like they're already married or they... store body parts in their freezer. It was nice talkin' to you.” Stranger: “It's August. (Emma stops, turns:) August W. Booth.” Emma: “Really? With the middle initial?” August: “W's for Wayne. So there goes your reason.” Emma: (Sighs:) “Fine. You gonna come in?” August: (Hesitates:) “Sure, but not here. (Motions toward his bike:) Hop on.” Emma: “You want me to get on the back of that bike?” August: “That's what ‘hop on’ means.” Emma: “How about if we go somewhere, I drive?” August: “How about you stop having to control everything and take a leap of faith? You owe me a drink, hop on. I know a good watering hole.” Granny: (Behind Emma:) “If you don't, I will!” (Emma looks at the August begrudgingly, puts on a helmet, and gets on the bike. Granny smiles as they ride off together.)