#and then my FUCKING CAT WOKE ME UP ABOUT TO SPIT A HAIR BALL IN MY BED I WAS SO MADDD

[obeymepreferences]

Obey me boys when you flinch

*disclaimer they don’t hit you, you just get scared they willl when your in a fight*

Lucifer

- you two were in a argument about how he have time to hang out with you

-it started getting pretty heated and his voice was raising quickly

-his hair fell into his face and as he went to brush it out of his face you flinch and cowered back a little bit covering your face

- his face has never changed so fast from anger to disappointment not to you but himself

-he was supposed to protect you and he scared you instead it broke his heart

-“mc i hope you understand i would never in a million years hurt you and i don’t know why i was yelling at you you were just concerned for me”

-hugs you for at least 30 minutes and cuddles with you and took the next day off to hang out with you

Mammon

-you get into a fight about him always spending his money on useless things and putting himself in more debt

-you have never seen him this angry as he tells you things such as “you don’t understand me you wouldn’t even care”

-you didn’t see it but there was dust in the air and as mammon raised his hand to swipe it away you flinch back to hard you ended up loading your balance and falling on the floor

-“OMG MC IM SO SORRY WHAT HAVE I DONE” he starts sobbing thinking your going to leave him

-he picks you up bridal style and cuddles you to his chest acting like your a newborn baby swinging you back and fourth

-“please don’t leave i’m so sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry you don’t deserve this i’m the worst boyfriend ever” he says his voice breaking and still sobbing

- is confused when you start to hug him and snuggle up to him he thought you would hate him

-you help him know that your ok and you just got spooked

-won’t stop cuddling you and buying you flowers

Leviathan

-the fight started about his games and him playing 24/7

-at one point he switched into his demon form scaring you more

-he talks with his hand when he’s mad and went to explain something and it went near your face

-you flinched back curling up into a almost ball with your face covered

-his face dropped and he turned back into his normal form and ran into his bathroom locking the door

-you sit outside the door waiting for him to come out and you hear him crying and stuff being thrown around

-after a good 2 hours he opens the door and sees you asleep at the door with a paper next to you he picks it up and sees a apology

-he started balling saying you shouldn’t apologize and he is a dumb otaku and how he shouldn’t even be able to see you

-you hug him and sit in his lap shushing him and playing with his hair as you try and calm him down

Satan

-you and him were outside petting stray cats and as you stood up you accidentally tripped on one and fell putting yourself in a painful position to avoid hurting the cat

-you hear satan gasp very loudly you thought he was gonna help you he picked up the cat asking if it’s ok

-looks at you like he wants to actually murder you and he puts the cat down ask yells “YOU COULD HAVE HURT HER BE MORE CAREFUL MC”

-he backed you up against a wall very close to your face and a cat was brushing against his leg as he went to pet it his hand went fast and it scared you to where you flinched and tried to make yourself look small

-Satan looks at with the most painful look his eyes are watery and he raises his hand up to you check holding your face

-“i’m so sorry sweetheart i would never hurt you, i would sacrifice my own life before any one even comes near you, for now on i will not yell at you if it means i scare you.” he whispers

-he kisses you passionately and picks you up and caries you back to the house and cuddles with you all day

Asmo

-you accidentally knocked over his favorite perfume and he was livid

-“MC WHY WOULD YOU BE SO INCONSIDERATE” he yells in your face as you flinch at that but he didn’t notice

-Your eyes are teary after he changes into his demon form and was getting closer and asmo also talked with his hands and was flailing his hands around one almost hitting your say as you cower back and cover your face and say “ok i’m sorry i’m sorry i will get you a new one please don’t hit me”

-his heart shattered he starts crying without saying anything and whispered “no no no no nononono i would never omg no” he falls on his knees sobbing in his hands

-you go to hug him but she shoves you away “no don’t i’m gonna hurt you” you ignore his request and throw your arms around him pulling him in your lap petting his head

-he falls asleep in your lap abs when he woke up he gave a sincere apology and treated you to a self care night

Beel

-it all started when he thought you ate his food and was lashes out at everyone and the person who ate it was mammon but he wasn’t home to when everyone said it wasn’t them he immediately thought it was you with mammon in his mind

-he starts yelling at you and we all know how scary beel can be when we want to and he’s pretty tall so he was standing over you looking very mad and slipped into his demon form

-he noticed what he did wrong and his voice calmed down and you had your eyes closed shut so you didn’t see his hurt expression for yelling at you

-he reaches for your face and at that moments you open your eyes not seeing his face clearly but his hand coming towards your check and you sink down on the wall falling down and putting your head between your knees and he looks at you

-your scared of him, his sweetie is scared of him he steps back almost as if he was scared of himself at that very moments looking at your figure

-“what have i done?” he whispered you end up hearing him and look up to see him looking at his hands like he’s a monster and tears start to fall

-you take his hands in your making him look at you and seeing you smile at him made him sad, sad that you were acting like what he did was okay, he hugs you and picks you up refusing to put you down and just hold you in his arms

-“i’m so sorry mc i should have made you scared i’m supposed to be someone you can trust and rely on to be there for you, i failed as a boyfriend i’m so sorry bub” he whispers but you don’t let him talk bad about him self and you hug him and reassure him that he is ok and didn’t do anything bad

-ya.....he still won’t put you down you are going with him everyone for the next few days

Belphie

-you woke up one night from a nightmare and you were crying making it remind you of a bad time, so you go to your boyfriends room to sleep in the same bed with him so you feel safe

-as you go into the room beel isn’t around probably eating so you go to get in bed with belphie and little did you know he didn’t sleep much that day and was mad when he felt someone trying to disrupt his sleep

-“what the actually fuck are you doing mc?” he said in a harsh voice making it sounds like he was spitting poison at you as you tell him you had a bad dream he scoffs at your response and says

-“ gosh humans are so weak i bet you can’t do anything without me you worthless excuse of a human, so sensitive, everyone has bad dreams get over it, you would be nothing without me i wish you ended up dying so i wouldn’t have to deal with your bullshit”

-he says all of this backing you up into a wall and he turns into his demon form as you are cowered in a corner of his room, he raises his hand to hit you but beel comes in and yells at him “BELPHIE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THEM” he pulls him off of you as you scurry out of the twins room and into the nearest bathroom

- beel talked to belphie and then finally belphie snaps out of his little tantrum and realizes what he said and starts crying in heels arms saying “i almost hurt them they don’t desevere me why are they even with me all i do is hurt them”

-beel gets him to go and talk to you and when belphie starts to talk to you and when he sees you he tries so hard not to hug you and hold you in his arms and forget everything that happened then he realized what he said about your dreams being pathetic and then flashbacks of his nightmares of lilith and falls on his knees in frount of you

-gives you a long apology as you try to hug him he moves back a little bit scared he is gonna hurt you and is scared of what he might do himself but after you coxing him you get to hug him he dosnt hug you back at first and is confused why you are hugging him and why you aren’t mad at him

-you say you love him and that even tho he had his moments you still love him the belphie you fell in love with and he cuddles up to you and caries you to his rooms and cuddles you like your gonna die if he lets go

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me preferences #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #angst

[ashestospace-fics]

Day 13 HxH Kinktober

Silva- Somnophilia

Promptlist

Reader:male

Definition of Somnophilia: is the urge or desire to have a sexual encounter with someone who's asleep.

It was like a sudden urge, he didn't even notice when he lay awake in bed at night thinking about you. Silva let out a deep exhale as he ran his fingers through his hair. Too much stress on his shoulders and too many problems to deal with had his body pent up. The only bit he had of relaxation was when you were around to keep him posted with the mansion and kids, he doesn't even remember when was the last time he had you in his hold. The lack of feeling of your skin in weeks had him itching in anticipation for when he could have you again.

Sadly, nothing around here seemed to quiet down for that to happen. Silva already had enough of it, he didn't stop himself when he got off from his bed and started walking down the corridors. Nothing stops himself to hide his presence as he made his way through the butlers quarters and into your room quietly. Almost a relief sigh passes his chest as he watches you sleep quietly in your bed. Lying face down with your head looking to the side, he found it amusing how peaceful and let loose you looked sleeping compare while awake.

His cat-like eyes trail down to the covers, leaning quietly remove them as he sat on the bed. The growing need from early only came back crashing down on him. You were only wearing underwear and a shirt. He slowly made his way on top of you, his hand slowly trailing up under your shirt as he leans forward to kiss the back of your neck. Pressing his hard-on against your ass as he slowly rolled his hips. The sound of you mumbling and shifting in your sleep was only making him more turned on.

Fuck, it was taking every little bit of him not to rip your clothes off and pound into you until you screamed. Silva's rough hands took the hem of your boxers and pulled them down. A small ball of spit falling down his lips as he spread your ass apart. The sudden twitch and groan of your throat had him smirking. He eases two fingers in easily, to his surprise they were sucked in eagerly as a small whimper pass your lips. "hmm...touching yourself weren't you?" His low voice whispers out as he pumps his fingers in you fastly. Your body jerking up as your eyes creak open. A moan ass your lips as your sleepy state looked around in confusion.

"h-hmm...? Ma-Master?" You hugged on your pillow at the sudden heat of pleasure. Your state is easily more sensitive than usual. Silva was enjoying the look in your face as your head fell back on the bed. Mouth agape you were about to moan your heart out as his fingers increase. His lips quiet you down as he gave your ass a small smacked. "Quiet down, or do you want everyone to wake up?" You shooked your head, sobbing quietly as he pulled his fingers away. "You still sleepy? Want me to fuck my little servant to sleep?" You whine at his words, you still couldn't figure out if you were dreaming or not. But you were far from caring at this point. You just didn't want it to stop, so you only nodded.

"y-yes feels good" you mumble out while closing your eyes again, the sound of him removing his clothes made you squirm once you felt his length press against you. "Good now be a good boy and go to sleep". Your eyes squinted shut as he pushes himself in you. The stretch more painfully good that either of you could imagine. His hands gripped your waist as he eases himself in and out, eyes fixated on how you took him in. The small moans and whimpers had him throbbing inside of you.

Each thrust had you clench him around him, the bed easily moving by his larger figure. At this point, he didn't care if he woke up anyone, they'll have to deal with it. All he could think of was you and your body, how soft and warm it felt. How easily he was losing himself and forgetting everything. It didn't take long for your moans to get louder as you brought your hips to try and meet his. The friction of the bed against your length had your sleepy state more sensitive than normal. So it only a few more thrust before he had you coming.

Even then, he didn't stop, his thrust going more desperate for his blissful climax as you moan against the pillow. The smacking of his hips against your ass already red as he holds into you. His deeps groans shooked your body as he came inside of you. Body shaking as he pulled out of you. Eyes, staring down at the mess he made out of you. "I can handle this tomorrow..." He mutters out as he flops next to you. "There's no way no one head that"

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter headcanon #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter smut #smut #kinktober list #kinktober #hxh kinktober list #silva zoldyck x reader #hunter x hunter silva #hxh silva #silva hxh #silva zoldyck #silva zoldyck x male reader #x male reader

[jaskierswolf]

The Howling of Wolves pt.2/3

TW for the whole story: Angst with happy ending, kidnapping, mentioned previous child abuse, mentioned torture (but off page), Major character injury and recovery, canon typical violence

Previous

Jaskier gasped awake as a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over his head. “Oh bloody hell, fuck that’s cold.” He spluttered through mouthfuls of water.

His hands were bound in cuffs that were chained to the wall. The metal almost burnt his skin meaning they were laced with dimeritium. He was all too familiar with dimeritium handcuffs, they had been a staple of his childhood during the experiments of his youth. Just to be sure he tried to let out his magic and shift. It would be idiotic not to try, but sure enough he barely felt a ghost of his magic over his skin.

At least who ever had taken him had allowed him to keep his clothes.

There was an unsettling itch just below his skin which he hadn’t felt in months which was bothering him.

How long had it been since he shifted? Not since before Geralt had gone off on his werewolf hunt, perhaps even a few days before that. Not long enough for him to be feeling like this though. It was normally at least a couple of weeks before he started to feel cramped in his own skin.

Fuck. How long had he been unconscious…

Unless whatever was in that dart had messed with his magic more than he thought.

“Geralt?” It was a long shot but he had to ask, at the very least he could work out whether his boyfriend was in danger.

“Your witcher isn’t here, petal.”

Jaskier’s heart sank and he felt a dizzy panic hit him like a giant.

“No.” He whispered.

He couldn’t be here. Not now, not again.

“Now, is that anyway to greet your mother, Julian?” His mother stepped out of shadows, and people wondered where he got his flare for the dramatics.

“Well, I would say it’s lovely to see you, mother, but I am currently chained to the wall.” He held up his bound hands as if to prove his point. “So really I’d rather be on my way and out of your hair, if you don’t mind.”

She laughed. “Oh dear boy, the cuffs are for your own good.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, heard that one before.” He muttered.

“If we can just work out how to cure you then everything will be ok. You don’t need to be a monster.” She cooed, the same shit that she’d been spewing for years before his escape.

“I am not a monster!” He snapped. “Geralt knows that.”

“That witcher is no better than the beasts he slays!” His mother shrieked. “I only ever loved you, darling. Why must you fight me?”

“Loved me?” Jaskier scoffed. “You hate my very existence, or do you just hate the reminder that you cheated on your husband, that you’re stuck in a loveless marriage?”

“Gag him!” His mother ordered and Jaskier’s chains were yanked hard. He fell back against the floor.

“Hmmph!” He protested as one of the servants tied something around his head.

“Now, shall we begin?” His mother knelt down and cupped his cheeks. He saw his own eyes reflected back at him. There had never been any doubt of who his mother had been. His eyes were the spitting image of hers.

It had taken him a long time to learn to love his eyes.

“Hmmph.” He grumbled and rolled his eyes at her, shaking the cuffs on his hands. He’d never been very good at keeping his hands still.

She stroked a finger along his cheek and he tried to turn away.

How had he ended back in this hell?

He just hoped Geralt would find him soon.

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The witchers of Kaer Morhen had gathered in a dingy looking cave. Geralt was pacing irritably across the entrance of the cave. It had been weeks since Jaskier’s disappearance. He’d tried to track his partner on his own but whoever had taken him had been too good so he’d sent messages to his pack and waited, impatiently for them to arrive at a fairly central location.

Lambert had been the last to arrive. He’d turned up with another witcher in tow, a blond blue-eyed witcher from the School of Cat. On any other day Geralt would have teased his redheaded brother about finally finding a friend who could tolerate him… but today his focus was on Jaskier.

“Wolf, you are making us all seasick with all that pacing.” Vesemir said in a calm voice.

Geralt snarled at the oldest witcher. How could he be so calm when Jaskier was missing?

“Jaskier is missing, possibly dead, and you are worried about getting seasick!” Geralt snapped.

“Hey.” Eskel punched his arm. “You’re not finding anyone like this. Getting pissed at Vesemir won’t help Jaskier, Geralt.”

Geralt groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need to find him.”

Eskel pulled him into a hug and he buried his face in his brother’s shoulder. “We’ll find him. They’ll regret taking one of our pack. I promise you.”

“I’m gonna fucking murder them all.” Lambert agreed.

Geralt looked at Lambert over Eskel’s shoulder and scowled. “No. Whoever did this, they are mine.”

Lambert laughed darkly and nodded. “Alright, White Wolf. You have a deal.”

“No.” Vesemir said firmly. “We do not take revenge. We get the pup and we get out.”

“But Vesemir!” Lambert whined.

“We kill to defend ourselves, nothing more.” Vesemir’s voice left no room for arguments.

Geralt scowled and picked up his swords. “Let’s get moving.”

“Do we actually know where we’re going?” The blond witcher drawled as he pushed himself off of the wall. “Because it seems like not one of you actually has a plan?”

Geralt glared at the newcomer and his fingers itched to reach for his sword. He wouldn’t hurt Lambert’s friend but normally they would greet new witchers by sparring or wrestling, especially if they were being welcomed into the pack of wolf school witchers. Jaskier had gotten a pass, partly because he wasn’t a witcher and partly because he could turn into a fucking dragon. It also helped that Geralt had vouched for him.

Lambert had vouched for Aiden but Lambert didn’t have a good history of choosing friends, and Geralt didn’t trust Aiden yet.

“Don’t even think about it, you bastard.” Lambert snarled.

“You gave Jaskier concussion.” Geralt pointed out.

Lambert had the audacity to laugh. “Fair point, sorry Aiden, he gets a free hit when all this is over.”

“Idiots.” The cat witcher muttered. “All of you. Remind me again why we’re friends?”

“Because I’m pretty?” Lambert suggest.

Eskel snorted.

“Oi!” Lambert growled.

“Can we please focus!” Geralt snapped. “Jaskier is missing! I don’t care if Lambert’s pretty or not.”

“Yeah but…” Lambert protested.

“You’re gorgeous, darling, but the White Wolf has a point.” Aiden winked at Lambert who spluttered and went bright red.

“Right. Yup. Ok.” He muttered and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“What did you say that man called him?” Aiden asked, peering at Geralt with cool blue eyes.

Geralt frowned. “Julian.”

Aiden nodded. “Then I think I can help you, if you’re willing to trust me, dog?”

Geralt glanced at Lambert. His cheeks still matched the colour of his hair and he was scowling angrily at the world, but he nodded. The nod was barely perceptible even to Geralt but it was enough. Lambert trusted this new witcher and he was Geralt’s only hope right now to finding Jaskier.

He reached out his hand and Aiden grasped it tightly as they shook on it. “Help me.” Geralt all but pleaded.

“Alright, listen up dogs.” Aiden grinned, his fangs shining in the firelight.

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Jaskier groaned as he was pulled to his feet. How long had he been here now, stuck in his old bedroom as if he’d been sucked into one of his nightmares?

His skin itched, his bones ached and he felt like he was on fire. The metal cuffs cut into his skin and his once cream shirt was now yellow and covered in splatters of blood.

The last time he’d been here, his family’s attempts at ‘curing’ him had been based on working out the limits of his abilities and where they had come from. This time his mother, without the help of mages, had decided to starve his magic instead. He  woke up shivering each morning and it was instinctive to him to try and shift but every morning he let out a pitiful cry and fell to the ground sobbing.

He was stuck.

He couldn’t breathe.

He had begged his mother to take off the cuffs, to allow him to shift. He’d promised he wouldn’t shift into anything dangerous or try to escape but he needed.

Gods he needed.

He ached.

But his mother just pulled him to her chest and stroked his hair, whispering that it would pass and that he was just experiencing withdrawal following his time with the witchers.

The witchers.

Geralt.

Where was Geralt?

Why hadn’t he come?

He’d been sure that Geralt would find him.

And it all hurt so damned much.

“F-fuck!” He stammered and curled up into a ball on the floor.

At least before his room had at least tried to resemble a bedroom. Now it was just a stone cold prison.

He felt sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could survive. He needed to shift. They knew that. They knew they were killing him in this crazy plan to cure him.

But he needed to survive.

He had to.

For Geralt.

For his pack. His family. His heart.

He had to survive.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #shapeshifter!jaskier #lambert x aiden #lambert/aiden #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #geralt/jaskier #shifter!jaskier #shifter au #the howling of wolves #wolfie's witcher writing #lambert #witcher lambert #witcher eskel #eskel #vesemir #witcher aiden #angst alert

[bat-besties]

Rain towards morning (3)

AO3

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Platonic Roman and Virgil

A friendship grows between Roman, a lonely farmer, and a mysterious stranger. But when Virgil’s past catches up with both of them, Roman digs himself in farther than he imagined as his heroism is cruelly tested.

Warnings: captivity, compelling voice, overwork, thunderstorm, hypothermia, minor character death/murder.

Edited by the lovely @mariniacipher!

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Roman woke up to a low voice.

The man was back, sitting on a low stool with a loaf of bread beside him, just outside the boundary. Virgil was pressed into the back of his corner, legs pulled in front of his chest. His brow was furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as if he was concentrating.

There was a clatter of dice.

"Six, six, four. Try harder."

He didn't reply and the man sighed and noted the score down in a little book. He rolled the dice again.

"Six, three, five. You're getting worse. That’s less. Even you can get that."

He pursed his lips and turned his face away, rolling his eyes.

He made a sharp “ah” sound and held up a finger. "Don't be a brat."

Roman tensed, waiting for the spirit's behaviour to snap into something different, but apparently the instruction wasn't specific enough to have any effect. Still, Virgil looked back at the man without a scowl, and this time when the man rolled the dice-

“Two, one, three. Is that more or less?”

He barely opened his mouth. “L’ss.”

“What’s the score, then?” he asked in a patronising voice. “What’s the number? Two plus one plus three. Count up the dots on the dice.”

Virgil scowled. Shame twisted to overlay the landscape of his face like the shadow of a cloud dappling the ground. “You know spirits are above these things,” he spat. “There is no meaning in numbers connected to nothing, or being pedantic about amounts-”

“Go again.” He rolled the dice. After a pause, he raised a slightly impressed eyebrow.

"Six, six...six. Was that so hard?" The man tore a piece of bread off the load and held it out towards Virgil. "For the score."

His hands tightened around his sides. "That's not what we're playing for."

The man dropped the bread on the ground, just outside the circle, and picked up the dice again. "Your loss,” he said in a cheerfully patronising tone.

Roman didn't know what was happening but he didn't like it. He pushed himself on an elbow before remembering that he was, in fact, stark naked under his blankets. "Good morning," he said with a winning grin. "Could you possibly just pass me my pyjamas?"

The man stood up and grabbed the pyjamas between his finger and thumb, dropping them in front of him in disgust. Dried mud had encrusted them, and Roman feared the cheerful polka-dot pattern would never look the same again.

"Seriously?" Virgil said to the man. "You need to get him actual clothes now." As the man turned to raise his eyebrows at Virgil’s tone, Roman wiggled on his wrinkled pyjamas under the quilt. "He'll get pneumonia or hypothermia or something," Virgil continued. "And then he won't be able to help you at all.” He dropped his eyes, drawing up his strength from a moment under the damp curtain of his hair, before he forced his eyes up to look at the man’s. They were steady- and angry- and holding back that anger. “Please, I'm asking you to get him some clothes and shoes."

"You're the one who made the rain, aren't you?" Something in the way he spoke to Virgil specifically set Roman's teeth on edge. He thought he was smarter than the farmer, but he was cruel, not patronising. With Virgil, it was as if he didn't stop talking down to him for a moment he'd be forced to fight in the game for control the spirit had already lost.

"It's not raining now, and it's still cold." Despite his defence, the spirit still looked guilty.

"Clothes, shoes, a cloak- I never agreed to provide all of that."

"He'll work better. It will mean he doesn't get sick," he pressed.

As Roman pushed off the quilt to reveal the pyjamas in all their badly-dried glory, the man wavered. He waved a hand as if to illustrate how little he cared in the first place. "Fine. I'll get them for him."

Roman grinned at Virgil.

"If-" the man added, "-you take your reward for the dice roll."

Virgil scowled at him and the man laughed. "Well?"

Virgil ducked his head, still scowling. "Fine, whatever."

The man picked up the bread from the floor and Virgil went forward onto his knees and laid out a flat hand to receive it.

"Manners," the man chided.

"Please," he spat.

Then, when the bread was in his hand an equally vitriolic: "Thank you."

Deliberately slow, Virgil brushed it off and bit off the smallest amount he could. He leant back and glared at the man as he took another tiny bite.

"Finish it by the time I come back," the man ordered before he left, taking his dice and the rest of the bread with him. Virgil flipped him off behind his back.

Roman averted his eyes. "Um- thank you, Virgil. For the clothes."

"Don't fucking thank me," he snarled at him.

He shied back. "I'm sorry! I was just trying to be nice."

Virgil bit off a retort as his eyes caught Roman’s expression. Pushing back his anger seemed like a physical effort which involved letting out a long exhale and closing his eyes. He opened them a moment later and said: "The clothes are a right; not a gift."

Roman nodded. He opened his mouth to lament the destruction of his nice pyjamas, then decided it wasn’t the time. He picked a more neutral topic. "So… spirits need to eat, then?"

"You’ve seen me eat before."

"No, but the whole...spirit part is where I'm tripping up."

Virgil rolled his eyes. "No, we technically don't need to eat. We need to be given things- usually food."

"So it's the giving, not the eating?"

"I can taste the stuff too, you know,” he replied, annoyed.

"I mean...I didn’t know spirits could taste? But I'm glad you at least enjoyed that part of my meals!"

"Yeah, they're pretty good.” Virgil tore off part of his bread, rolled it in a ball, then threw it at the barrier. His hand automatically shot out to catch it. He shrugged and continued, “The, uh, cat analogy isn't so far off. I need people to give me stuff- offerings, I guess. And I give stuff back but like- as friends, you know?"

"Right." That did add up with his visits. "So just now he had to give you something to keep you alive?"

"That wasn't giving," Virgil corrected darkly. "That was trading."

Roman's brow furrowed. "Oh?"

"It wasn't for me. It's for me doing something for him. For the deal, or for the manners."

"What’s the difference?"

"I don't know. I don't get full. I'm not meant to trade and be bound this way; it's not good for me."

"Okay. And what was the, uh-" Roman mimicked how flat Virgil's hand had been.

The spirit gave him a savage smile. "That's because as soon as he puts his hand near me he knows I might tear his fucking skin off."

Roman's eyes widened and he laughed in shock.

"Seriously," Virgil said. "He tried to freeze all of me but my head once and I damn near bit his thumb off.”

"Sweet spitting spirits," he said. "I'm impressed."

"Thanks." He tried to hand the last half of the bread out to Roman. "Do you think it technically counts as finishing if you eat the last part?"

Roman put his hand through and tried to take the bread off him, but as soon as he tugged it away Virgil's fingers locked more tightly around it.

"Ah, sorry.”

He shrugged, trying to ignore the hunger gnawing at him. "No problem."

"It would have been a nice gift," Virgil mused.

"Yeah, I guess." Roman got up fully, and began to stretch out. He let out a small, pained sound as he tried to raise his arms over his head. Virgil winced in response. "Don't push yourself too much today, if you can?"

"I'm fine," he said cheerily, gritting his teeth and attempting to make a windmill with his arms. "I'm no delicate spirit, Virgil, I'm a farmer. I'm used to hard work."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't put your back out on day two."

"I won't, I won't,” he said. "As long as you promise to try and not rain on me again?"

Virgil shifted in a hunched half-shrug. "I can only promise to try.”

"You should get up too!" Roman said. "Being bent over like that isn't good for you."

"I am not doing exercise with you."

Roman tried to reach over and touch his toes but that wouldn't happen on a usual day. "Bet you can't touch your toes."

"I'm not falling for that."

"So you can't touch your toes." Roman reached down a little more.

"I'm not falling for it."

"That's what you say, but really-"

Virgil stuffed the last of the bread in his mouth, leapt to his feet with preternatural swiftness, then folded himself in half and pressed both his palms flat onto the floor. His hair flopped down over his triumphant, upside-down grin.

Okay, so maybe Roman had baited him into that, but he was still a little put out that Virgil had beaten him.

The door opened and Virgil straightened in an instant. The man handed Roman a pile of clothes and some dirty but sturdy boots. "Be ready in five minutes."

"Sure, whatever," Roman said.

The door closed again.

Virgil turned away from Roman as he tugged on the new clothes, groaning as his back twinged and pulled. They were adequate, if a little baggy. They’d most likely been worn by some servant before. "Do you ever change clothes?" Roman asked.

"Nah."

"Fair, I suppose." He looked at his boots, looked back at Virgil, and with his back aching from pulling on his shirt considered asking his friend to lace them even as he decided that would be the shittiest thing he could do in their positions. Instead, he lifted his foot up onto the chair and carefully did one set of laces, and then the other. This did not, he reflected, as his back twinged, bode well.

"I am trying to give you luck," Virgil said, still turned away from him. "But it's not precise. I can wish for more or less, not a number of something. Numbers are…” He waved a hand through the insubstantial air. “Like the dice, they don’t work for me. The good roll was coincidence-"

"Don't tell him that."

"I'm not stupid. But still- I just...don't hope too much."

"Not exactly what I wanted to hear," Roman said brightly, standing up again. "Well, regardless..." He tried to put on a brave voice. "I'll use my ingenuity, and strength, and heroism-"

The man reappeared and Roman cut off his speech in relief. Even his acting skills and natural courage couldn’t easily maintain a brave front.

He waved goodbye to Virgil before he followed the man out to the exit again, tying his cloak and picking up the shovel as he set out into the waterlogged country once again, grateful at least for the small mercy of a clear sky.

Roman trudged out and away from the mansion. "Treasure, treasure, treasure-" he called. "Treasure, treasure- try and give me some luck, Virgil."

He decided to set out further. Reaching a grassy hillock, he figured there was as good a place as any to start.

As soon as he began, everything hurt. The cloak got in his way, and he should have ditched it once the digging began to warm him, but he didn't want to be cold again. A few hours in he had raised blisters on his hands; by noon they had burst and reformed.

On his first hole, he focused on riding through the aching and digging. On the second, he began to burn with rage at the man again. On the third, he worried about his chickens who were waiting to be fed and hoped they would be alright until his father got to them. On the fourth, there was a sudden squall of wind and it began to storm again, so he had to turn his attention back to just digging.

Night fell soon after he began to slice the turf for a fifth hole.

Roman pulled his hood up, as he had the night before, and waited outside, as he had the night before. Like he had the night before, the man opened the door for Roman, and gave Roman towels and a bowl of stew. Unlike before, however, Virgil was frozen in the corner, kneeling and with his mouth shut tight. A few instruments were laid out around his circle, along with more dice of various sizes scattered over a map.

Roman looked between Virgil and the man, who didn't offer an explanation as to what had happened. "What- are you going to just leave him like that?" he asked the man.

"Why not?"

"But why?" Roman repeated, horrified.

"He was misbehaving again." The man fixed Roman with a stern look he didn’t have the natural authority to carry. "Don't touch my instruments, understand? I'll make him tell me if you do."

"I'm not interested in your instruments,” he said. "I have something else to ask- that letter to my father?"

"Oh, yes, that-" The man carefully tore a page out the back of his research book and handed it to Roman, along with a stub of pencil. "I'll check it tomorrow."

Since he refused to thank him, Roman nodded and just took the paper. "Goodnight."

"I'll be back by morning."

Roman turned back to Virgil as soon as the door closed behind the man. "Can I ask you to come out of that?"

The spirit widened his eyes at Roman, but that could have meant anything.

"Come out of that?" he tried. Nothing happened.

Virgil rolled his eyes.

Roman thought back to the last time- was it really only two nights ago? "You can move and speak?"

Virgil relaxed. "Took you long enough," he grumbled in a rough voice.

"It was like two seconds!" He shovelled a spoonful of stew into his mouth with one hand and took off his cloak with the other. "How long?"

"Couple hours," he said. "Oh, and move his shit all you like- he can't tell me what to do with my powers, what to say, or what to think. He can't do jackshit, really." He stiffly shifted off his knees and back to sitting down.

"Plus I can also use the instruction thing,” Roman added with a nod, “which I don't think he’s realised."

Virgil tried to cross his stiff legs, using his hands to pull them into place. "So it's basically nothing. Embarrassing for him."

Roman towelled his hair down. "Trying to figure out where the treasure is again?"

"Yeah, using dice and maps," Virgil said. "It's so dumb. How was your day?"

"Oh, you know," he said. "Dug a hole. Dug another hole. And onwards on my heroic journey!"

"Sorry for the rain. I tried, I swear, but I just-"

"It's fine," he interrupted him. "It wasn't so bad today. You did well against that foul villain."

Virgil rolled his eyes again, but the corner of his mouth tugged up into a smile.

Roman handed Virgil the bowl through the barrier. "If I give you a very special single chunk of meat will that be like the same as a full meal?"

Virgil's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

He paused, nervous. "Can I not- was that rude?"

"No, that's- that's really nice, actually." He gently picked out a piece from the top with the tip of his fingers so he didn't touch anything else. "Here we are."

"It's a special piece of meat!" Roman said. "Which I dedicate to my good friend Virgil! With no strings! Freely given!"

Virgil snickered and popped it into his mouth. "Thank you."

He handed the bowl back up to Roman, who was more grateful than he liked to admit that Virgil didn't need more than that. A full day of digging had left him famished. Some colour returned into Virgil's face. It was the pink flush of a sunset Roman noticed now, a little to the left of normal.

He hung up his cloak, kicked off his shoes and settled down with his bowl again. "So- what do we know about the treasure?" he asked Virgil.

Virgil met his eyes. "Nothing. I don't even know what it is.”

For a moment, Roman just stared at him in horror. "How can we find it if we don't know what it is?" he burst out. "That's impossible! Didn't you ever ask him?"

"Oh, no, of course, I didn't ask him," Virgil snapped. "Didn't even think to try that when I was stuck here for seasons and seasons by myself! Even when he's so easy to fight with I couldn't bring myself to ask the simple question-"

"You don't know what you're looking for," Roman repeated hollowly.

"I'm not the one looking for it," Virgil scowled. "I'm just another instrument. He doesn't think I need to know, or he won't tell me- it all adds up to the same."

"I'm never going to find it," Roman said, putting his hands on his head. "It's a wild goose chase. I can't- I don't even know what size of thing I'm looking for."

Virgil turned his face from him. "I told you to leave,” he said flatly

"And we're back here again!" Roman let his head hang back to thud against the wall. "I'm too tired for this."

"I'm not feeling guilty for something you chose to do."

"Said with the tone of a man- or, well, a spirit- who very much does sound guilty."

Virgil let out a long exhale. "Fine. I feel guilty. I didn't- I don't want to hurt anyone else because of this situation I got myself into... Especially you."

"It's not your fault you're here. And you don't have to be guilty for me, I...actually did choose to be here. Because I want to help you.” Roman gave Virgil a soft smile.

He paused, tilting his head as he thought, before he simply said, "You're a good man, Roman."

Roman burst into tears.

Virgil started back, holding his hands up. "Hey, hey, I meant that as a good thing-"

Roman, exhausted and hurt and scared, couldn't hold back his flood of hiccupping tears as the stress of the past few days suddenly caught up with him.

"Hey, uh-" Virgil held a hand up to the barrier. "Roman, it's- I'm here. You are good, yeah? You really are, goodness, you gave me food all those times and the meadow-"

At the mention of his home, the farmer only cried harder.

With that course of action exhausted, he shifted forwards and opened up his arms, an imitation of what he'd seen humans do. "Cuddles? Maybe?"

Roman shuffled over in his quilt and Virgil wrapped his arms tight around the whole, big bundle of him. The spirit’s neck was cool and damp as Roman buried his face against it, but the solid feeling of having another person holding him was so, so nice. His dad would have hugged him-

Virgil moved his arms awkwardly to pat at Roman's back and hair, trying to figure out if the renewed bout of weeping meant he was doing things right. Hopefully raining out his tears was best for Virgil's human.

After a while, Roman tuckered himself out with weeping. He came to a rest, lying his head on Virgil's chest. He didn't move, hoping that Virgil might just let him stay there. As his eyes slipped closed, however, the spirit shook his shoulder.

Roman burrowed his head under the blankets. "Mmrp?"

"I'd rather that he didn't find me like this," he said gently. "You need to reset me before you go to sleep."

Roman shook his head, not moving. "I'll wake up early and do it."

"You're a heavy sleeper," Virgil said with some regret. "And I'd fall asleep too." He pushed Roman's head off him. "C'mon."

Roman rolled off Virgil with a thud. "You're so cruel to me," he whined.

Virgil pushed himself up. "Tell me to behave."

"What?"

"It's a shorthand for the instruction," Virgil said tightly. "I don't know how the curse learns what things mean, maybe it's something about the intention of the spirit or the person ordering-"

"I don't want to say that to you," he said in a small voice.

"It's not the biggest of our problems here, Ro."

"It's extremely rude."

"I know you don't mean it, dude."

Roman shuffled out of the circle and swallowed. "Could I ask you to maybe be still and have your mouth shut?"

Virgil cut him a look.

"Fine." Roman took a deep breath. "Virgil- behave?"

Virgil went unnaturally still.

Roman felt awful. "Are you okay?"

Virgil gave him a long, slow cat-blink.

Roman breathed out through his nose. "Of course." He blinked back to him. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

He couldn't sleep facing the odd figure of his friend in the corner, so he turned his back to him. Placing himself between him and the door he hoped he could serve as a paltry defence. Once again, sleep smothered him in dreamless darkness.

*

A barked instruction woke Roman just in time to see Virgil, who had fallen asleep kneeling, tumble to the floor as his body responded to the order before his mind did. Up, and dressed, just like the day before, he left behind the room and Virgil, who stood stone-faced and stoic as keening wind and roaring thunder betrayed his anger.

Roman envied the scale of it. He could sass the man more than the spirit, but only for a few fruitless minutes. Then he was back at his thankless task, all alone again. And as Virgil’s rage echoed through the sky, like a cry amplified by a thousand caverns, as his tears fell in a deluge until Roman was heavy with them, as a crack in his pride was told by lightning splitting the sky, all Roman had were exhausted sobs drowned out by the storm.

His anger was so complete it began to choke him.

That evening, he was curled up again, racked with shivers which irritated his already sore muscles. "I don't know what to do with the anger,” he said, voice reined in so his irritation wouldn’t make Virgil uneasy. “I can't put it into digging- that's for him. I can't distract myself with my senses- everything's bad around me. Crying just makes me feel worse! I can't just hold it like this," Roman finished bitterly, spreading his hands as if to show the futility of keeping it contained. "I feel like I've been here for months. I've strained muscles I didn't know I had. I'm angry because everything is useless."

Virgil hummed from his corner. "Give it to me."

"What?"

"I don't like it when you're hopeless, annoying as the optimism was,” he said more tenderly than the words would suggest, “Give the anger to me." His voice was more assured than it had been for days.

Roman’s brow furrowed. "How?"

"You see that string on the desk? Take a bit of it and weave it together."

"I don't want him to be annoyed," Roman said in a small voice he despised. Things had snapped into a narrow focus and the man was at its centre

"He won't notice, okay?" Virgil shuffled forward towards the barrier. "Cut me a bit too."

Roman hobbled over to the table and used his forearm to measure out two lengths of string. When he sat back down, Virgil held his hands out for Roman to make a simple cat's cradle. He wove it clumsily, fingers stiff from the persistent cold. Once it was done, he let go. "And that's it?"

Virgil nodded once. "That's it.”

"I feel...a little better," he admitted.

Virgil took the cat's cradle off their fingers and tucked it into his pocket. "Magic of arts and crafts,” he quipped.

"Virgil," Roman said mock-sternly. The spirit tensed. He tried for a lighter tone. "Are you bullshitting me?"

"Nah, promise. My turn now."

He held still as Virgil wove a more dexterous piece, long fingers moving in practised twists.

Once it was done, his fingers had left rain on it like dew caught in a spiders web. He pulled it off with a flourish, and placed it on top of Roman's head. "Luck netted in your hair."

"You wetted my hair, more like," the farmer grumbled, but a treacherous hope kindled in his chest.

Virgil snorted.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Roman said. "Fiendish thunderer."

"Foolish...farmer?"

"Not your best," Roman took off the string and tucked it under his quilt as he lay down for the night. "I hope you sleep well, Virgil."

"You too." He curled up in his corner and lay his head onto the floor.

*

Roman set out to the fields with high hope that morning; he chose to focus on one of the holes that he'd dug before. It was so deep he needed a ladder to get up and down. However, as he began to flag, so did his optimism. Tonight, he might come back to Virgil stuck again. Or, he’d be upset- he’d have that haunted look in his eyes, and the wind would be screaming outside while Roman’s friend was reserved and silent.

His back was aching and pulling, and it wasn’t just painful, it was boring in the monotony of his suffering. No wonder Virgil was so obsessed with change and novelty. By the time the sun began to fall in the sky it felt like all he'd accomplished was disturbing the route of a multitude of worms.

But then, as the angle of sunlight slanted down, he caught a glimmer in the corner of his eye. He stopped, hardly daring to breathe. It was probably glass, he reminded himself, he'd run into that once before. His heart still thudded against his chest.

Slowly, as if the twinkle would spook and flee, he turned around to look at it.

A clear shard of something stared at him from the earth. He touched the hard edge of it with his thumb- sharp, but not nearly enough to cut- then began to work away the dirt around it by hand.

He pulled out a rounded shape attached to a long, rusting chain. He rubbed at the mud with his fingers, then bent down to wash it in one of the puddles. Dirt floated off it, revealing a multifaceted gem attached to the long chain. It was sharp and alien against the clear water.

"I did it," Roman said in a low voice. "We did it. It worked." A sunny grin split his face as he leapt to his feet and held the pendant over his heart. "We did it!" he crowed. "I did it!"

He tucked the pendant around his neck and under his shirt for safekeeping and attacked the mud-wall it had come from, seeking the rest of the treasure.

The rest of the evening yielded only mud and rock, but that didn't matter. Roman climbed up from his hole and dragged his spade and ladder back; his fatigue was helpless against his triumph.

The man opened the door, as usual. "Here you are again, useless as ever," he drawled.

He only grinned back. "I have a little something to discuss with you and Virgil."

The man frowned. "No, tell me now."

"No, later," Roman replied, almost playfully.

"Don't talk back."

"You'll want to hear this. He pushed inside and laid down the shovel and ladder.

The man, overruled by begrudging curiosity, led him back to the room, then gave him a hard look as he locked the door behind them all.

Roman pulled the pendant out from under his shirt. "Now, I'm just a humble farmer, a man of simple ways, but- Virgil? Does this not look like treasure?"

Virgil looked too startled for joy, his eyes widening as they met Roman's.

The man went still and stared at the pendant. His mouth worked for a moment before he stammered out- "How?"

He gave him a smug smile. "Lucky guess."

The man turned to Virgil. "Did you do this?" he growled, trembling with emotion.

Virgil ducked his head. "Yeah, like I've been doing the whole-"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" the man snapped. As Virgil’s head snapped upwards, the man wrenched his head back by the hair. "Don't you dare lie to me any more." Helpless, his breaths picked up as he struggled for words.

Roman stepped forwards to calm the man down. "We found it-"

The man ignored him.

"What did you do? What did you do for him that you wouldn’t for me? How long have you been hiding it from me?" His eyes roamed over Virgil until they snagged on the woven string peeking out of his pocket. "Hand that to me!"

Roman was sick of this, he was so sick, and so angry, and all he wanted was for Virgil to get out now. He just needed him out.

"What the fuck is this?" The man brandished Roman's web of anger in his hand.

"Nothing! Nothing! Nothing, I swear-" He tried to put his hands up to defend himself but the man simply barked, "Behave!"

As Virgil fell onto the floor, everything went very still for a moment.

The shutters rattled and static pricked across Roman's skin. "You said," Roman yelled, "that you would let him GO!" His voice distorted into wind and thunder.

Lightning crashed through the window, tearing a hole in the boards over it. When the flash cleared, Virgil was gone.

The man started back. "What-"

The pendant over Roman's chest crackled with power. The stark white light and howling rain which swirled inside it looked oddly familiar. He put a hand over it. "Virgil?" he softly asked.

The pendant pulsed.

The man suddenly thrust his hand out towards Roman. "It's mine! It's mine by right! I caught the spirit, I researched the stories-"

"You were never planning on letting him go after all." Rain drummed through the smashed window, beating a final tattoo onto the floor.

"Do you really think you can wield that kind of power?" the man spat. "Give it to me! I earned it! He kept that from me, the deceitful creature- think of what he could do to you!"

The farmer felt the power, dangerous and intoxicating: the storms which had beaten him, the sweet relief of rain after drought, the moment of a coin flip where all became certain, the luck caught up in his own hair. With no effort, he could just smite the man….

He shook his head. "No, I can’t wield that power."

Roman tugged the pendant off his neck and cupped it in his hands. "Come out, Virgil," he said firmly.

The spirit appeared by his side. Standing like this, he was taller than Roman, and distinctly inhuman. With wonder, he looked down at his body, and over down to where he had been trapped. "Roman," he breathed, and the breeze rushed through to caress Roman's face. "You...rescued me."

The man didn't even try to resist as Roman grabbed his arm. He pulled him out of the door and out of the building entirely, into the swirling storm. Virgil was behind him, rushing through the door, appearing in front of them in the field with a crack of thunder.

Virgil threw his head back and laughed, spreading his arms out to embrace the rain as it rushed down to him. He made a full, delighted circle, long hair sticking to his face and snapping in the wind.

Then, he turned to the man and his grin only widened. "Get on your fucking knees." Lightning split the sky into blinding black and white, silhouetting the spirit; wide-eyed and utterly without mercy, Virgil was not a thing of flesh and blood, but thunder roaring out and wind howling savagely and pouring rain.

The man dropped as if he had been compelled.

Shut your mouth, the wind hissed.

He did.

"Tighter," Virgil chided. "So your teeth are touching."

The man clutched at Roman's sleeve. He looked up at him with wide eyes full of desperation. His fingers twisted into the threadbare material as he tried to catch his attention. "You're a human too! You're a human too- won't you help me?"

"Shut up, how dare you speak," Virgil snarled. "Roman has every right to kill you himself."

He had dreamed of it, yes. But as the reality of murder drew closer, he knew with a sick certainty he couldn't do it like this, not in cold blood. "Virgil, I can't," he said in a low voice.

"Can I, then?" Virgil said, meeting his eyes solemnly. "It is right for me to do."

He nodded just once. He turned his back and as he walked away, he heard-

"Beg me not to kill you.”

"Please, please, I fed you, I clothed him, I have friends. Please. I only hurt you if I had to."

The storm laughed. "That's not good enough."

Roman walked away into the pelting rain until he heard a distant scream, and then, silence. The man had found the luck owed to him after all.

He waited, huddling under the protection of his cloak, until Virgil strode up to his side. "It's done."

“Okay.” He took in a shaky breath. “Okay.” His eyes met Virgil’s, searching for the change in his friend after the murder. He didn’t look any different. Roman exhaled. “Spirits. We did it,” he said almost in disbelief.

A grin spread over Virgil’s face. “Yeah,” he sounded tired. “You did.”

Roman put his hands on Virgil's shoulders. “I- no, you were so strong-”

"Don't do that shoulder bullshit-" Virgil grumbled, then he pulled Roman into a proper hug.

The two stood together, holding each other close, as the clouds emptied and the sun finally peeked out behind them for the first time in weeks. Roman slumped against Virgil, who wrapped his arm tight around him and rested his head on top of his hair.

As Roman pulled away, he couldn't help but wince at a twinge in his shoulder. Virgil cringed with him. "Did I aggravate it?"

"It's fine," he said with a grimace, and decided the best course of action was heading out on the walk back home. Tired and aching, he didn't get very far before Virgil picked him up from behind. "Wrong way, idiot."

Roman kicked his legs into Virgil's shins. "Could an idiot do this?"

He put him down with a sigh. "Unfortunately, yes."

He turned the other direction. "There?"

With a long-suffering sigh, Virgil raised his eyes to the sky. "I can't believe I have to carry you back."

"You do not need to carry me-"

Virgil picked him up, and Roman let out a sharp cry at the sudden shift in position. The spirit quickly adjusted. "Better?"

"Not ideal," Roman grumbled. "But fine."

Virgil set out over the fields, as the sun bathed the fields in the soft pink sky of dusk the clouds had cast darkness over too early.

#platonic prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #whump #ts fic #hurt/comfort #ts whump #worked to exhaustion #captivity #roman sanders is my hero

[riverboundao3ff]

Riverbound, Chapter 1

Your name is MSPA READER, and you are currently vibing outside of the known multiverse.

Well, you don’t really use that name anymore, on account of it not actually being a name. Names sound something like Emily, or Muhammad, or Patrick, or Shamita, or a million other put-together syllables and sounds.

Names are something personal. A title is anything but.

You do have a new title, though, one you like much better.

The Guardian.

Because that’s what you became when you yoinked the timeline away from the control of Ultimate Dirk and that Director lady, whoever she was. You looked Canon-With-A-Capital-C in its ugly face, spit on it, and then bent over to wipe your ass with the fabric of reality itself. Out of desperation, love, and most importantly sheer spite, you took it upon yourself to defy fate so that there is at least one timeline where everybody gets to live happy lives. This was victory at its finest. This is what it felt like to finally get everything you wanted. Your friends? Safe. Multiverse? Secure. Hotel? Trivago.

In the vast and rich history of pro-gamer moves, you believe you might have made the most powerful move of all.

After using the Green Sun- no, sorry, the Green Sun to make your own timeline, you did what any other person would do and took a big fuckin’ snooze, curling up around your universe like a mama cat protecting her kittens. You earned it.

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, that’s how you would have spent the rest of time.

It’s not like you didn’t want to live. No, living was good. It’s just… you were so damn tired. You’re tired of always running from place to place, person to person, era to era. You’re tired of being injured, scared, and alone no matter how many friends you made. All the gods of the Furthest Rings know you’d gone through more in like a year than most people go through during their entire lives. Couldn’t a bitch just enjoy eternity in the void?

Apparently not.

The dreams began innocently enough. Playing video games with Dave, John, and Karkat. Exploring Jade’s island with Jake and Bec. Baking with Jane. Kanaya teaching you and Sollux how to sew. FLARP-ing with Vriska.

Laying side-by-side with Roxy as you two watched the sun rise. Role-playing with Nepeta. Movie night with Eridan. Getting high off your ass with Gamzee and scaring the shit out of some teal visiting their kismesis a few hives away. Discussing politics with Feferi.

Escaping that hellhouse the Soleil twins called their home. Watching those eerie lights in the corpsefield beside Fozzer. You and Remele beating a purpleblood to death.

You barely realize how nightmares had invaded your mind until you woke up with Karako’s yowls of terror in your ears. You didn’t have ears anymore, though, or a physical form, so it just sounded like your favorite clown son was screaming all around you in the abyss.

Okay. This was fine. This was fine, you kept telling yourself. After everything that’s happened to you, you were bound to develop PTSD at some point. That was completely natural.

Except this wasn’t just PTSD. This was something else entirely, because even when you were awake you saw the faces of your oldest friends burning in your mind’s eye. Something churned in your gut, ancient and primal. It was a feeling you knew well, and was usually accompanied by you launching yourself into whatever stupid shit you found next. The longer you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became, until you were permanently wrapped up around yourself like the most pathetic ball of Guardian that had to have ever existed.

You knew long before you actually put words to what was going on.

Of course. Of course it wasn’t over, because why would you ever get to have anything for yourself? Why would you ever get to just rest? For the first time in… who even knows how long, you sob hysterically into the sleeves of your hoodie.

A galaxy twinkles in the outer shell of your universe, lighting up the zig-zag sign on your chest. Mallek’s lazy smile fills your thoughts. If at all possible, everything hurts even more, until you can’t even cry to let out the pain.

Did he miss you? Did all of them miss you?

Oh, God, Daraya. You promised her you’d take her to Earth sometime, and then you just totally fucking vanished from the face of Alternia. What a fucking dick move. Granted, you hadn’t meant to do it, but still!

Your traitor-asshole brain reminds you of the fact that all of them are dead now. As in, Tyzias tried to lead a rebellion against the Alternian Empire, and then they all got killed. Your traitor-asshole brain also notes that it’s all your fault for encouraging those kinds of ideas.

Way to go, you absolute tool.

Except… they don’t have to be gone. You are the Guardian of your universe, and you make the rules. It feels so wrong to even think about it, but… yeah. You’re basically a god now. You can do what you want and nobody has the power to stop you.

Which brings about a whole new plethora of fuckery. If you were to go back, if you were to rewrite history… are you any better than Ultimate Dirk? Granted, you’d do it out of love, not because you’re a power-hungry bastard, but still. Shenanigans of this level are not to be taken lightly, even by sad Guardians with absolutely nothing better to do.

You sleep on it, which of course results in you waking up bawling like a baby as you remember the best roleplay sesh of your life, which was when Wanshi proudly gave your Soldier Purrbeasts OC her full name: Twinklemoon. You had a Soldier Purrbeasts OC named Twinklemoon. That’s why you were crying.

That’s it. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You need advice, and you know exactly where to get it.

<>

You find her on the 8rigantine, furiously scribbling something down on a chart with a bunch of little figurines in the middle of it. You know better than to just haul your little friendslut ass up there while Vriska Serket is in the zone, so instead you knock on the hull and call up to her.

“Hello! Lady Spinneret, an old friend is in dire need of some advice!”

It takes about two seconds for a familiar spiky head to poke over the side of the deck. Vriska’s one dark eye lights up upon meeting your gaze, followed by a toothy grin that’s both menacing and completely genuine. She reaches back to grab something behind her. A rope ladder drops down and nearly nails you in the noggin, just like it did whenever you dropped by to FLARP with her.

“What the hell, bitch! I missed you!” she yells. Despite everything, you can’t help but smile. Vriska’s wild personality and no-bullshit attitude was just what you needed.

You’re very proud of yourself when you scale the ladder with ease and scramble up onto the deck without getting too much out of breath. With the amount of insane shit you’ve gotten yourself into during your travels, getting into shape came pretty easily. You’ve been told by several reliable sources that your legs are to die for.

“The 8-ball foretold your arrival. I brought snacks.” Vriska points to a bag next to her chart, not looking up from where she was drawing an impressively detailed kraken-looking thing. “Eat something before you start gabbing.”

That was sound logic, so you drag the back closer to you and start rooting around for something good. You find a bag of stinkroot chips, open that bad boy up, and start munching. Damn, did it feel good to eat something, and to also have a corporeal body to eat things with.

As you gather your thoughts, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sensation of somebody’s eyes on you. You instantly look up to see Vriska staring at you. Her expression is blank, but her good eye held all the energy of a thunderstorm.

You swallow your chips. “What is it?”

“You look… different,” she says, setting down her pencil. “It’s like I can really see you now.”

“Huh?”

Vriska huffs, but she still doesn’t take her eye off you. “Before, you kinda looked like… I dunno, like somebody cut out a whole in reality and shoved the silhouette of a person inside? Like, I know what you looked like, but I couldn’t tell you the color of your hair, or what facial structure you have, or, like… dude, you have freckles.”

“I have freckles?” You reach up and touch your cheekbone, feeling the soft skin. Oh, hey, there’s some acne. Dammit. “Are they cute?”

“Sure? I think freckles are more of a human thing, so you’d have to ask John or Jade or whatever. Also you’re blonde, like Rose,” she tells you, thoughtfully scratching at her chin. “You’re still short as fuck, though. I could probably punt you off the poop deck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Congrats on not looking like a hole in reality.”

You finish off your chips and flop back to stare at the night sky. With all the time you’ve spent on Alternia, you can now name a lot of the constellations. Right now, the Empress’s Trident poked up at a forty-five degree angle behind the pink moon. “I think I know how we can overthrow the Alternian Empire.”

Vriska’s pencil falls out of her hand.

You continue. “Have you read any records on a rebellion that occurred about… like, fifteen sweeps ago? I don’t know the exact date.”

Vriska’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, and then she nods. “I sure fuckin’ did. Sollux did some of his mumbo-jumbo and got me some documents. He called it an early wriggling day present, but I know he wants to help my little… agenda. How do you even know…?”

“Because I helped encourage the right people to do it. I was there, Vriska. Those kids were my friends, and now they’re dead.”

She’s silent for a moment. “The leader was a teal named Tyzias.”

Your eyes are hot with tears. “I knew her. We met because she tripped on the sidewalk while carrying a shitload of her homework, and I helped her pick it all up when it went everywhere. She had a matesprit named-”

“Stelsa,” Vriska mutters. “Holy shit. She worked closely with some jades who lead their little army. They caused a hell of a lot of damage to the Empire before it all went down, I’ll give them that.”

Neither of you speak for a long moment, which you appreciate as you try and hold your messy self together. The longer you think about your old friends and all the good times you had with them, the more you’re certain about what you want to do.

They deserve to be here.

Your blood pressure spikes just thinking about it.

It’s Vriska who puts your thoughts into words. “You want to go back and help them win the rebellion.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah.”

She scooches over to you so she can stare down into your soul. “If we combine our resources and collaborate back and forth between the past and the future, we can make it so less people die. We could even take out that pathetic bitch of an Heiress they had back in the day. With your powers…”

“It’s possible I could compact time itself to create a world where we… where we can make things right. We could even help Feferi…”

You can’t bring yourself to say it in case you jinxed something, but by the look on Vriska’s face, she knows what you mean.

“It could work,” she breathes.

Slowly, you sit back up. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt it in your skull. “How do you think the others would feel about it?”

“Oh, they’d shit themselves,” Vriska snorts. “A full-scale rebellion across time and space?”

“True.”

“But it could work!” she repeats, staring into empty space.

“And they’d have a huge advantage they never had before. Me,” you say, talking to yourself more than to Vriska. You’d created this universe with your own power. It was time to protect it. “Vriska, I need to go before I chicken out. Tell the others what’s happening and that I’m sorry if this all goes to shit.”

“Wait!”

You look back at her as she grabs your arm, claws digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “I… you need supplies. No frickin’ way you’re going anywhere without at least a hydration flask.”

You know what she’s trying to say, and your chest fills up with all the warmth of a bonfire. God, you love this absolute bitch of a kid.

Vriska drags you to your feet, and then you’re both sprinting for her hive.

Amazingly, you don’t die trying to keep up with the cerulean as you charge up the stairs to her respiteblock together. You’re still out of breath by the time you reach the top, though, but Vriska’s already grabbing a backpack and tossing shit into it.

“Get me that jacket off the door,” she orders as she tosses in what looks like a small medical kit. You obey and throw her the jacket, the black leather one with the bright red hood.

She then waves you over, and you slip around her desk to see what’s up. In her hands is a black sheath, with a matching handle sticking out at the top.

Vriska pulls the sheath off to reveal the blade: a brilliant silver-blue metal that nearly glowed in the darkness. It’s incredibly beautiful and very scary to look at.

“I’ve had this thing forever, so I’m giving it to you, okay? Don’t fucking lose it. Press that little gray button at the top of the handle to heat up the blade. Good for starting fires and cauterizing wounds.” She shoves the jacket into the backpack and hands you the dagger.

“Vriska, I don’t know what to say,” you begin, but she smacks you.

“Shut up and strap it to your belt. You better come back soon. I want a detailed report on everything. Single-spaced,” she snaps.

You grin. “Yes, ma’am. I should be back, in like, ten nights. Maybe eleven.”

“Ten,” Vriska growls. “I’m coming for your ass otherwise.”

“Noted. Tell everybody I said hi.”

“Obviously.”

You reach into that little part of yourself, which in turn reaches back out into that chaotic river that is the flow of time. You throw the anchor down and wade upstream. It’s a little rougher than usual, but you won’t let that stop you. There was no turning back now.

Time travel is always like trying to hit a moving target, but you have great aim, and when you find what you’re looking for you feel your face split into another huge smile. There’s nothing different about this part of the river than any other, but you know. When it comes to the people you care about, you always know.

Everything feels more real to you than it has in years. Two moons shine even brighter in the sky, the chilly air stinging your face, and you’re no troll but it still feels like you’re going home.

You open your eyes.

“Ten nights,” you say to Vriska, and you let yourself fall through the current.

Your name is MSPA READER, and you are currently vibing outside of the known multiverse.

Well, you don’t really use that name anymore, on account of it not actually being a name. Names sound something like Emily, or Muhammad, or Patrick, or Shamita, or a million other put-together syllables and sounds.

Names are something personal. A title is anything but.

You do have a new title, though, one you like much better.

The Guardian.

Because that’s what you became when you yoinked the timeline away from the control of Ultimate Dirk and that Director lady, whoever she was. You looked Canon-With-A-Capital-C in its ugly face, spit on it, and then bent over to wipe your ass with the fabric of reality itself. Out of desperation, love, and most importantly sheer spite, you took it upon yourself to defy fate so that there is at least one timeline where everybody gets to live happy lives. This was victory at its finest. This is what it felt like to finally get everything you wanted. Your friends? Safe. Multiverse? Secure. Hotel? Trivago.

In the vast and rich history of pro-gamer moves, you believe you might have made the most powerful move of all.

After using the Green Sun- no, sorry, the Green Sun to make your own timeline, you did what any other person would do and took a big fuckin’ snooze, curling up around your universe like a mama cat protecting her kittens. You earned it.

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, that’s how you would have spent the rest of time.

It’s not like you didn’t want to live. No, living was good. It’s just… you were so damn tired. You’re tired of always running from place to place, person to person, era to era. You’re tired of being injured, scared, and alone no matter how many friends you made. All the gods of the Furthest Rings know you’d gone through more in like a year than most people go through during their entire lives. Couldn’t a bitch just enjoy eternity in the void?

Apparently not.

The dreams began innocently enough. Playing video games with Dave, John, and Karkat. Exploring Jade’s island with Jake and Bec. Baking with Jane. Kanaya teaching you and Sollux how to sew. FLARP-ing with Vriska.

Laying side-by-side with Roxy as you two watched the sun rise. Role-playing with Nepeta. Movie night with Eridan. Getting high off your ass with Gamzee and scaring the shit out of some teal visiting their kismesis a few hives away. Discussing politics with Feferi.

Escaping that hellhouse the Soleil twins called their home. Watching those eerie lights in the corpsefield beside Fozzer. You and Remele beating a purpleblood to death.

You barely realize how nightmares had invaded your mind until you woke up with Karako’s yowls of terror in your ears. You didn’t have ears anymore, though, or a physical form, so it just sounded like your favorite clown son was screaming all around you in the abyss.

Okay. This was fine. This was fine, you kept telling yourself. After everything that’s happened to you, you were bound to develop PTSD at some point. That was completely natural.

Except this wasn’t just PTSD. This was something else entirely, because even when you were awake you saw the faces of your oldest friends burning in your mind’s eye. Something churned in your gut, ancient and primal. It was a feeling you knew well, and was usually accompanied by you launching yourself into whatever stupid shit you found next. The longer you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became, until you were permanently wrapped up around yourself like the most pathetic ball of Guardian that had to have ever existed.

You knew long before you actually put words to what was going on.

Of course. Of course it wasn’t over, because why would you ever get to have anything for yourself? Why would you ever get to just rest? For the first time in… who even knows how long, you sob hysterically into the sleeves of your hoodie.

A galaxy twinkles in the outer shell of your universe, lighting up the zig-zag sign on your chest. Mallek’s lazy smile fills your thoughts. If at all possible, everything hurts even more, until you can’t even cry to let out the pain.

Did he miss you? Did all of them miss you?

Oh, God, Daraya. You promised her you’d take her to Earth sometime, and then you just totally fucking vanished from the face of Alternia. What a fucking dick move. Granted, you hadn’t meant to do it, but still!

Your traitor-asshole brain reminds you of the fact that all of them are dead now. As in, Tyzias tried to lead a rebellion against the Alternian Empire, and then they all got killed. Your traitor-asshole brain also notes that it’s all your fault for encouraging those kinds of ideas.

Way to go, you absolute tool.

Except… they don’t have to be gone. You are the Guardian of your universe, and you make the rules. It feels so wrong to even think about it, but… yeah. You’re basically a god now. You can do what you want and nobody has the power to stop you.

Which brings about a whole new plethora of fuckery. If you were to go back, if you were to rewrite history… are you any better than Ultimate Dirk? Granted, you’d do it out of love, not because you’re a power-hungry bastard, but still. Shenanigans of this level are not to be taken lightly, even by sad Guardians with absolutely nothing better to do.

You sleep on it, which of course results in you waking up bawling like a baby as you remember the best roleplay sesh of your life, which was when Wanshi proudly gave your Soldier Purrbeasts OC her full name: Twinklemoon. You had a Soldier Purrbeasts OC named Twinklemoon. That’s why you were crying.

That’s it. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You need advice, and you know exactly where to get it.

<>

You find her on the 8rigantine, furiously scribbling something down on a chart with a bunch of little figurines in the middle of it. You know better than to just haul your little friendslut ass up there while Vriska Serket is in the zone, so instead you knock on the hull and call up to her.

“Hello! Lady Spinneret, an old friend is in dire need of some advice!”

It takes about two seconds for a familiar spiky head to poke over the side of the deck. Vriska’s one dark eye lights up upon meeting your gaze, followed by a toothy grin that’s both menacing and completely genuine. She reaches back to grab something behind her. A rope ladder drops down and nearly nails you in the noggin, just like it did whenever you dropped by to FLARP with her.

“What the hell, bitch! I missed you!” she yells. Despite everything, you can’t help but smile. Vriska’s wild personality and no-bullshit attitude was just what you needed.

You’re very proud of yourself when you scale the ladder with ease and scramble up onto the deck without getting too much out of breath. With the amount of insane shit you’ve gotten yourself into during your travels, getting into shape came pretty easily. You’ve been told by several reliable sources that your legs are to die for.

“The 8-ball foretold your arrival. I brought snacks.” Vriska points to a bag next to her chart, not looking up from where she was drawing an impressively detailed kraken-looking thing. “Eat something before you start gabbing.”

That was sound logic, so you drag the back closer to you and start rooting around for something good. You find a bag of stinkroot chips, open that bad boy up, and start munching. Damn, did it feel good to eat something, and to also have a corporeal body to eat things with.

As you gather your thoughts, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sensation of somebody’s eyes on you. You instantly look up to see Vriska staring at you. Her expression is blank, but her good eye held all the energy of a thunderstorm.

You swallow your chips. “What is it?”

“You look… different,” she says, setting down her pencil. “It’s like I can really see you now.”

“Huh?”

Vriska huffs, but she still doesn’t take her eye off you. “Before, you kinda looked like… I dunno, like somebody cut out a whole in reality and shoved the silhouette of a person inside? Like, I know what you looked like, but I couldn’t tell you the color of your hair, or what facial structure you have, or, like… dude, you have freckles.”

“I have freckles?” You reach up and touch your cheekbone, feeling the soft skin. Oh, hey, there’s some acne. Dammit. “Are they cute?”

“Sure? I think freckles are more of a human thing, so you’d have to ask John or Jade or whatever. Also you’re blonde, like Rose,” she tells you, thoughtfully scratching at her chin. “You’re still short as fuck, though. I could probably punt you off the poop deck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Congrats on not looking like a hole in reality.”

You finish off your chips and flop back to stare at the night sky. With all the time you’ve spent on Alternia, you can now name a lot of the constellations. Right now, the Empress’s Trident poked up at a forty-five degree angle behind the pink moon. “I think I know how we can overthrow the Alternian Empire.”

Vriska’s pencil falls out of her hand.

You continue. “Have you read any records on a rebellion that occurred about… like, fifteen sweeps ago? I don’t know the exact date.”

Vriska’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, and then she nods. “I sure fuckin’ did. Sollux did some of his mumbo-jumbo and got me some documents. He called it an early wriggling day present, but I know he wants to help my little… agenda. How do you even know…?”

“Because I helped encourage the right people to do it. I was there, Vriska. Those kids were my friends, and now they’re dead.”

She’s silent for a moment. “The leader was a teal named Tyzias.”

Your eyes are hot with tears. “I knew her. We met because she tripped on the sidewalk while carrying a shitload of her homework, and I helped her pick it all up when it went everywhere. She had a matesprit named-”

“Stelsa,” Vriska mutters. “Holy shit. She worked closely with some jades who lead their little army. They caused a hell of a lot of damage to the Empire before it all went down, I’ll give them that.”

Neither of you speak for a long moment, which you appreciate as you try and hold your messy self together. The longer you think about your old friends and all the good times you had with them, the more you’re certain about what you want to do.

They deserve to be here.

Your blood pressure spikes just thinking about it.

It’s Vriska who puts your thoughts into words. “You want to go back and help them win the rebellion.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah.”

She scooches over to you so she can stare down into your soul. “If we combine our resources and collaborate back and forth between the past and the future, we can make it so less people die. We could even take out that pathetic bitch of an Heiress they had back in the day. With your powers…”

“It’s possible I could compact time itself to create a world where we… where we can make things right. We could even help Feferi…”

You can’t bring yourself to say it in case you jinxed something, but by the look on Vriska’s face, she knows what you mean.

“It could work,” she breathes.

Slowly, you sit back up. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt it in your skull. “How do you think the others would feel about it?”

“Oh, they’d shit themselves,” Vriska snorts. “A full-scale rebellion across time and space?”

“True.”

“But it could work!” she repeats, staring into empty space.

“And they’d have a huge advantage they never had before. Me,” you say, talking to yourself more than to Vriska. You’d created this universe with your own power. It was time to protect it. “Vriska, I need to go before I chicken out. Tell the others what’s happening and that I’m sorry if this all goes to shit.”

“Wait!”

You look back at her as she grabs your arm, claws digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “I… you need supplies. No frickin’ way you’re going anywhere without at least a hydration flask.”

You know what she’s trying to say, and your chest fills up with all the warmth of a bonfire. God, you love this absolute bitch of a kid.

Vriska drags you to your feet, and then you’re both sprinting for her hive.

Amazingly, you don’t die trying to keep up with the cerulean as you charge up the stairs to her respiteblock together. You’re still out of breath by the time you reach the top, though, but Vriska’s already grabbing a backpack and tossing shit into it.

“Get me that jacket off the door,” she orders as she tosses in what looks like a small medical kit. You obey and throw her the jacket, the black leather one with the bright red hood.

She then waves you over, and you slip around her desk to see what’s up. In her hands is a black sheath, with a matching handle sticking out at the top.

Vriska pulls the sheath off to reveal the blade: a brilliant silver-blue metal that nearly glowed in the darkness. It’s incredibly beautiful and very scary to look at.

“I’ve had this thing forever, so I’m giving it to you, okay? Don’t fucking lose it. Press that little gray button at the top of the handle to heat up the blade. Good for starting fires and cauterizing wounds.” She shoves the jacket into the backpack and hands you the dagger.

“Vriska, I don’t know what to say,” you begin, but she smacks you.

“Shut up and strap it to your belt. You better come back soon. I want a detailed report on everything. Single-spaced,” she snaps.

You grin. “Yes, ma’am. I should be back, in like, ten nights. Maybe eleven.”

“Ten,” Vriska growls. “I’m coming for your ass otherwise.”

“Noted. Tell everybody I said hi.”

“Obviously.”

You reach into that little part of yourself, which in turn reaches back out into that chaotic river that is the flow of time. You throw the anchor down and wade upstream. It’s a little rougher than usual, but you won’t let that stop you. There was no turning back now.

Time travel is always like trying to hit a moving target, but you have great aim, and when you find what you’re looking for you feel your face split into another huge smile. There’s nothing different about this part of the river than any other, but you know. When it comes to the people you care about, you always know.

Everything feels more real to you than it has in years. Two moons shine even brighter in the sky, the chilly air stinging your face, and you’re no troll but it still feels like you’re going home.

You open your eyes.

“Ten nights,” you say to Vriska, and you let yourself fall through the current.

Your name is MSPA READER, and you are currently vibing outside of the known multiverse.

Well, you don’t really use that name anymore, on account of it not actually being a name. Names sound something like Emily, or Muhammad, or Patrick, or Shamita, or a million other put-together syllables and sounds.

Names are something personal. A title is anything but.

You do have a new title, though, one you like much better.

The Guardian.

Because that’s what you became when you yoinked the timeline away from the control of Ultimate Dirk and that Director lady, whoever she was. You looked Canon-With-A-Capital-C in its ugly face, spit on it, and then bent over to wipe your ass with the fabric of reality itself. Out of desperation, love, and most importantly sheer spite, you took it upon yourself to defy fate so that there is at least one timeline where everybody gets to live happy lives. This was victory at its finest. This is what it felt like to finally get everything you wanted. Your friends? Safe. Multiverse? Secure. Hotel? Trivago.

In the vast and rich history of pro-gamer moves, you believe you might have made the most powerful move of all.

After using the Green Sun- no, sorry, the Green Sun to make your own timeline, you did what any other person would do and took a big fuckin’ snooze, curling up around your universe like a mama cat protecting her kittens. You earned it.

And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, that’s how you would have spent the rest of time.

It’s not like you didn’t want to live. No, living was good. It’s just… you were so damn tired. You’re tired of always running from place to place, person to person, era to era. You’re tired of being injured, scared, and alone no matter how many friends you made. All the gods of the Furthest Rings know you’d gone through more in like a year than most people go through during their entire lives. Couldn’t a bitch just enjoy eternity in the void?

Apparently not.

The dreams began innocently enough. Playing video games with Dave, John, and Karkat. Exploring Jade’s island with Jake and Bec. Baking with Jane. Kanaya teaching you and Sollux how to sew. FLARP-ing with Vriska.

Laying side-by-side with Roxy as you two watched the sun rise. Role-playing with Nepeta. Movie night with Eridan. Getting high off your ass with Gamzee and scaring the shit out of some teal visiting their kismesis a few hives away. Discussing politics with Feferi.

Escaping that hellhouse the Soleil twins called their home. Watching those eerie lights in the corpsefield beside Fozzer. You and Remele beating a purpleblood to death.

You barely realize how nightmares had invaded your mind until you woke up with Karako’s yowls of terror in your ears. You didn’t have ears anymore, though, or a physical form, so it just sounded like your favorite clown son was screaming all around you in the abyss.

Okay. This was fine. This was fine, you kept telling yourself. After everything that’s happened to you, you were bound to develop PTSD at some point. That was completely natural.

Except this wasn’t just PTSD. This was something else entirely, because even when you were awake you saw the faces of your oldest friends burning in your mind’s eye. Something churned in your gut, ancient and primal. It was a feeling you knew well, and was usually accompanied by you launching yourself into whatever stupid shit you found next. The longer you tried to ignore it, the stronger it became, until you were permanently wrapped up around yourself like the most pathetic ball of Guardian that had to have ever existed.

You knew long before you actually put words to what was going on.

Of course. Of course it wasn’t over, because why would you ever get to have anything for yourself? Why would you ever get to just rest? For the first time in… who even knows how long, you sob hysterically into the sleeves of your hoodie.

A galaxy twinkles in the outer shell of your universe, lighting up the zig-zag sign on your chest. Mallek’s lazy smile fills your thoughts. If at all possible, everything hurts even more, until you can’t even cry to let out the pain.

Did he miss you? Did all of them miss you?

Oh, God, Daraya. You promised her you’d take her to Earth sometime, and then you just totally fucking vanished from the face of Alternia. What a fucking dick move. Granted, you hadn’t meant to do it, but still!

Your traitor-asshole brain reminds you of the fact that all of them are dead now. As in, Tyzias tried to lead a rebellion against the Alternian Empire, and then they all got killed. Your traitor-asshole brain also notes that it’s all your fault for encouraging those kinds of ideas.

Way to go, you absolute tool.

Except… they don’t have to be gone. You are the Guardian of your universe, and you make the rules. It feels so wrong to even think about it, but… yeah. You’re basically a god now. You can do what you want and nobody has the power to stop you.

Which brings about a whole new plethora of fuckery. If you were to go back, if you were to rewrite history… are you any better than Ultimate Dirk? Granted, you’d do it out of love, not because you’re a power-hungry bastard, but still. Shenanigans of this level are not to be taken lightly, even by sad Guardians with absolutely nothing better to do.

You sleep on it, which of course results in you waking up bawling like a baby as you remember the best roleplay sesh of your life, which was when Wanshi proudly gave your Soldier Purrbeasts OC her full name: Twinklemoon. You had a Soldier Purrbeasts OC named Twinklemoon. That’s why you were crying.

That’s it. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You need advice, and you know exactly where to get it.

<>

You find her on the 8rigantine, furiously scribbling something down on a chart with a bunch of little figurines in the middle of it. You know better than to just haul your little friendslut ass up there while Vriska Serket is in the zone, so instead you knock on the hull and call up to her.

“Hello! Lady Spinneret, an old friend is in dire need of some advice!”

It takes about two seconds for a familiar spiky head to poke over the side of the deck. Vriska’s one dark eye lights up upon meeting your gaze, followed by a toothy grin that’s both menacing and completely genuine. She reaches back to grab something behind her. A rope ladder drops down and nearly nails you in the noggin, just like it did whenever you dropped by to FLARP with her.

“What the hell, bitch! I missed you!” she yells. Despite everything, you can’t help but smile. Vriska’s wild personality and no-bullshit attitude was just what you needed.

You’re very proud of yourself when you scale the ladder with ease and scramble up onto the deck without getting too much out of breath. With the amount of insane shit you’ve gotten yourself into during your travels, getting into shape came pretty easily. You’ve been told by several reliable sources that your legs are to die for.

“The 8-ball foretold your arrival. I brought snacks.” Vriska points to a bag next to her chart, not looking up from where she was drawing an impressively detailed kraken-looking thing. “Eat something before you start gabbing.”

That was sound logic, so you drag the back closer to you and start rooting around for something good. You find a bag of stinkroot chips, open that bad boy up, and start munching. Damn, did it feel good to eat something, and to also have a corporeal body to eat things with.

As you gather your thoughts, the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sensation of somebody’s eyes on you. You instantly look up to see Vriska staring at you. Her expression is blank, but her good eye held all the energy of a thunderstorm.

You swallow your chips. “What is it?”

“You look… different,” she says, setting down her pencil. “It’s like I can really see you now.”

“Huh?”

Vriska huffs, but she still doesn’t take her eye off you. “Before, you kinda looked like… I dunno, like somebody cut out a whole in reality and shoved the silhouette of a person inside? Like, I know what you looked like, but I couldn’t tell you the color of your hair, or what facial structure you have, or, like… dude, you have freckles.”

“I have freckles?” You reach up and touch your cheekbone, feeling the soft skin. Oh, hey, there’s some acne. Dammit. “Are they cute?”

“Sure? I think freckles are more of a human thing, so you’d have to ask John or Jade or whatever. Also you’re blonde, like Rose,” she tells you, thoughtfully scratching at her chin. “You’re still short as fuck, though. I could probably punt you off the poop deck.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Congrats on not looking like a hole in reality.”

You finish off your chips and flop back to stare at the night sky. With all the time you’ve spent on Alternia, you can now name a lot of the constellations. Right now, the Empress’s Trident poked up at a forty-five degree angle behind the pink moon. “I think I know how we can overthrow the Alternian Empire.”

Vriska’s pencil falls out of her hand.

You continue. “Have you read any records on a rebellion that occurred about… like, fifteen sweeps ago? I don’t know the exact date.”

Vriska’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, and then she nods. “I sure fuckin’ did. Sollux did some of his mumbo-jumbo and got me some documents. He called it an early wriggling day present, but I know he wants to help my little… agenda. How do you even know…?”

“Because I helped encourage the right people to do it. I was there, Vriska. Those kids were my friends, and now they’re dead.”

She’s silent for a moment. “The leader was a teal named Tyzias.”

Your eyes are hot with tears. “I knew her. We met because she tripped on the sidewalk while carrying a shitload of her homework, and I helped her pick it all up when it went everywhere. She had a matesprit named-”

“Stelsa,” Vriska mutters. “Holy shit. She worked closely with some jades who lead their little army. They caused a hell of a lot of damage to the Empire before it all went down, I’ll give them that.”

Neither of you speak for a long moment, which you appreciate as you try and hold your messy self together. The longer you think about your old friends and all the good times you had with them, the more you’re certain about what you want to do.

They deserve to be here.

Your blood pressure spikes just thinking about it.

It’s Vriska who puts your thoughts into words. “You want to go back and help them win the rebellion.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah.”

She scooches over to you so she can stare down into your soul. “If we combine our resources and collaborate back and forth between the past and the future, we can make it so less people die. We could even take out that pathetic bitch of an Heiress they had back in the day. With your powers…”

“It’s possible I could compact time itself to create a world where we… where we can make things right. We could even help Feferi…”

You can’t bring yourself to say it in case you jinxed something, but by the look on Vriska’s face, she knows what you mean.

“It could work,” she breathes.

Slowly, you sit back up. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt it in your skull. “How do you think the others would feel about it?”

“Oh, they’d shit themselves,” Vriska snorts. “A full-scale rebellion across time and space?”

“True.”

“But it could work!” she repeats, staring into empty space.

“And they’d have a huge advantage they never had before. Me,” you say, talking to yourself more than to Vriska. You’d created this universe with your own power. It was time to protect it. “Vriska, I need to go before I chicken out. Tell the others what’s happening and that I’m sorry if this all goes to shit.”

“Wait!”

You look back at her as she grabs your arm, claws digging into the fabric of your hoodie. “I… you need supplies. No frickin’ way you’re going anywhere without at least a hydration flask.”

You know what she’s trying to say, and your chest fills up with all the warmth of a bonfire. God, you love this absolute bitch of a kid.

Vriska drags you to your feet, and then you’re both sprinting for her hive.

Amazingly, you don’t die trying to keep up with the cerulean as you charge up the stairs to her respiteblock together. You’re still out of breath by the time you reach the top, though, but Vriska’s already grabbing a backpack and tossing shit into it.

“Get me that jacket off the door,” she orders as she tosses in what looks like a small medical kit. You obey and throw her the jacket, the black leather one with the bright red hood.

She then waves you over, and you slip around her desk to see what’s up. In her hands is a black sheath, with a matching handle sticking out at the top.

Vriska pulls the sheath off to reveal the blade: a brilliant silver-blue metal that nearly glowed in the darkness. It’s incredibly beautiful and very scary to look at.

“I’ve had this thing forever, so I’m giving it to you, okay? Don’t fucking lose it. Press that little gray button at the top of the handle to heat up the blade. Good for starting fires and cauterizing wounds.” She shoves the jacket into the backpack and hands you the dagger.

“Vriska, I don’t know what to say,” you begin, but she smacks you.

“Shut up and strap it to your belt. You better come back soon. I want a detailed report on everything. Single-spaced,” she snaps.

You grin. “Yes, ma’am. I should be back, in like, ten nights. Maybe eleven.”

“Ten,” Vriska growls. “I’m coming for your ass otherwise.”

“Noted. Tell everybody I said hi.”

“Obviously.”

You reach into that little part of yourself, which in turn reaches back out into that chaotic river that is the flow of time. You throw the anchor down and wade upstream. It’s a little rougher than usual, but you won’t let that stop you. There was no turning back now.

Time travel is always like trying to hit a moving target, but you have great aim, and when you find what you’re looking for you feel your face split into another huge smile. There’s nothing different about this part of the river than any other, but you know. When it comes to the people you care about, you always know.

Everything feels more real to you than it has in years. Two moons shine even brighter in the sky, the chilly air stinging your face, and you’re no troll but it still feels like you’re going home.

You open your eyes.

“Ten nights,” you say to Vriska, and you let yourself fall through the current.

#hiveswap #homestuck #riverbound #c1 #MSPA reader #The Guardian #Vriska Serket #Hiveswap Friendsim trolls #pesterquest

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Under the weather|| k.th

Under the weather|| k.th

A/N: This fic has been in my drafts and idea notebooks for a whiiiillllle, I hope that you guys enjoy it even though I haven’t posted in months. Lemme know what you think of the story and any other thoughts in the comments. Also if you get my trash-ass vine references I’ll love you forever.

Genre: Fluff, coffee shop! au, non-idol! au

Summary: When your flirty co-worker confesses his feelings, you snap on him and hope that everything he cares about is destroyed. Of course this backfires and you immediately become sick out of the blue...for some reason.

Warning: Cussing, reader is a dick for no reason, apron Taehyung

Words: 2433

Your life was about routine. Every morning you wake up at 6, make your bed, cleanse your sheets of negative energy, then head to the kitchen to have a cup of ginger tea with honey, stirred counterclockwise for healing, and cotton in a bowl of sugar for luck. It’s quiet, of course, and some might find it boring but you find it  peaceful to be alone, the only pace you move at is your own.  You center your thoughts with a deep, counting breath.

This offers a few seconds of respite before moving to the topic that’d been on your mind persistently these past few months. 

Kim Taehyung.

About 3 months ago, your flirtatious co-worker had turned his attention towards you. Each time he’d greet you with some form of a compliment. With lines such as,  ‘Y/N, so beautiful, the sun wakes up to greet her’. You’d be flattered if you hadn’t seen him use that line on 2 different girls that came through the shop beforehand. You used to roll your eyes and ignore him. Although now, it’s begun to irritate you.

You feel pawing at your ankle and turn your attention towards your cat, Sage. He meows and paws your ankle with an urgency that only meant one of two things; he was hungry or he wanted attention.

You set your cup down and make your way to the cabinet where you put his food. Sage was a part of your routine that served as an alarm, and he more often than not was telling you to continue with your day.  

You took a quick shower, getting ready to go to work in almost record time. Even having time to do something more special with your hair.

“What do you think Sage?”, you twirl around for him as if he’s going to reply at all. As expected, he simply blinks at you and meows.

“I really need to get out more, I’m turning into a crazy cat lady.”  You grab your house keys and wave goodbye to Sage who just watches at you unamused. 

Kim Taehyung was… interesting to say the least.

To you he was becoming a 5’10 headache that never seemed to go away or get better. In fact, he was only getting worse by the day.

So when you open the door to the small cafe you work at and find Taehyung and Jungkook in the middle of one of their dumb competitions, you’re not surprised. Jungkook spots you first and looks up from the shoe he and Taehyung had been curling intensely to wave at you.

“Hey Y/N”, as he does that, Taehyung appeared to make a goal against Jungkook.

“What are you two doing?”, you posed, confused as Taehyung started to wildly run around the cafe in some sort of weird victory dance...ritual?

“We’re playing cafe curling, I doubt you’d understand” replies Taehyung jokingly, out-of-breath from his previous adrenaline filled celebration.

“Shouldn’t we…” you crossed your arms “I don’t know, set up the cafe before it opens in like 30 minutes?” you held up your phone to show them the time. As soon as they saw it they went into panic mode and started to set up the cafe frantically. You sighed and rolled your eyes at their antics while you went to the backroom to change into your work uniform.

The daily rush had passed by and it was almost the end of your shift, and you and Jungkook were chilling. Taehyung walks out from the backroom, freshly changed out of his work uniform and in his normal clothes.

“Hey Y/N, can you come with me for a sec?” He looked almost...nervous asking that. You looked back at Jungkook who gave you a thumbs up letting you know he’d be okay alone.

You and Taehyung walked outside to the cold January air. You pulled your coat tighter and looked at Taehyung, waiting for what he was going to say.

“Y/N I’m going to tell you straight up. I like you, a lot. I think you’re really cute and I think we should hang out or-” he mumbles the last part as he lost his nerve and you strain to hear it. Along the lines of “or something.”

You pause. Thoughts racing a million miles a minute’, you never saw this coming. In fact, this was the exact opposite of what you prepared for. 

But of course, your mouth speaks faster than you can properly process this information and instead of the well-thought out, mature, adult response you’d planned on your mouth spits out.

“Do I look like a joke to you Taehyung?”, ah, yes, how does the saying go? Hindsight is 20/20?

“W-What?” He looked surprised, his eyes bugging out of his head comically. You would’ve laughed, should’ve laughed, maybe then you wouldn’t have been in this situation, but alas.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Do you think my feelings are a fucking joke Taehyung. Why are you still playing with me?” your anger grew with each word, maybe you were a little out of line but you started this and you were running with it. The clueless look on his face added to your anger and frustration.

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you acting like this?”

“Are you fucking stupid? I’m mad because you’re pretending you care about me.” Taehyung looks like he’s going to say something but you cut him off. “Seriously, I was fine with your jokes, but this, honestly how cruel are you gonna be?”, your voice breaks a little and you hope he doesn’t notice.

He looks apologetic then pauses, his expression steeling and body tensing, “Yeah Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly I saw something that wasn’t there. Sorry about your fucking feelings.” He turns around to walk back into the cafe.

“Fuck you Taehyung, I hope everything you ever care about is ruined!”, you shout weakly as he walks away. It’s useless as he’s already slammed the door on you, but you feel like it’s done something.

The wind picks up and it gets cooler, the air changes and everything feels… different. 

You were going to stay outside to cool down some, but head inside where it’s significantly warmer. When you get inside you’re rudely brought back to reality and find Taehyung gone and an angry Jungkook glaring at you. Deciding you’ve had enough of today, you grab your things and exit in a hurry, leaving Jungkook to close up the shop alone.

After going home, cooling down, and thinking about it, you decided you really were a dick to Taehyung. Even if he was playing a cruel joke, there was no need for things to get that out of hand. While doing your nightly routine, you decided that you would apologize to Taehyung for yelling at him tomorrow morning as soon as you saw him. No exceptions.

Except, Taehyung wasn’t there. Normally he and Jungkook would already be deep in whatever competition they were doing in lieu of their actual work. But when you got there, Jungkook was sweeping quietly with his headphones in and Taehyung was nowhere to be found. 

You waved at Jungkook as you walked past him to head to the backroom. Maybe Taehyung was back there?

Nope. Only Jungkook’s things were back here. Disheartened somewhat, you continued getting changed into your uniform.

When you left the back room, you tapped on Jungkook’s shoulder. He glanced at you with a gaze colder than you’d ever seen from the young man.

“Did you need something?”

You physically recoiled from his words and demeanor. Ok you deserved that one, you manage to shuffle through your answer, “Oh, uh, yea is Taehyung around? I wanted to talk to him.”

“No, it’s his day off. Anything else?”

Fuck. How could you forget? Stupid, stupid, stupid. “No, sorry. I’m gonna go do the coffee thing. Yeah”, you trail off and shuffle away from Jungkook as quickly and as gracefully as the last 0.2% of your dignity will allow.

The rest of the day is spent with you wallowing in guilt and generally being stuck inside your own head. 

Attempt 1: Failed

You had planned to apologize to Taehyung today but apparently he switched shifts with Hoseok. Now you loved Hoseok, really no complaints, but he wasn’t the one you cussed out for no reason and needed to apologize to. 

You’d contemplated texting Taehyung the apology but decided it was better to do it in person. In addition to that, you had no reason to text him.

You spent the rest of the day banging your head on walls and sliding down them dramatically while Hobi and Jungkook watched you confused.

Attempt 2: Failed

About one week after your last failed attempt, you woke up with a splitting migraine and fever.

Your migraine and fever had quickly evolved into a sweaty, vomiting, pain ball as soon as the world around you stopped spinning you called the old lady who owned the cafe you worked and told her as bluntly as possible that you weren't gonna make it. You then hoped she informed your co-workers. You then called your friends and asked them to stop by to feed Sage and check on you.

Mentally apologizing to your co-workers, you rolled over in bed and passed out.

At this point, you haven’t seen Taehyung in almost 3 weeks, your fever got worse to the point of your friends suggesting you head to the hospital. But you assured them you were fine, although you didn’t quite feel that way. The problem was you’d feel better and then prepare to go to work and apologize to Taehyung and then you’d be doubled over in pain.

One day, you’d decided that you had enough and put on a mask and gloves, chugged a ton of medicine, and walked down to the cafe.

The familiar sound of the little bell on the door rang and Jungkook and Taehyung’s heads turned towards the sound.

“Y/N are you okay?!”

“We missed you!”

“Do you need anything?”

The both of them glomped you and you almost fell over. Laughing excitedly you look at both of them and smile. 

Taehyung gestures for you to sit down and you take the invite, already feeling dizzy. The boys are asking you questions but you feel out of it, and you don’t know if it’s the medicine or your illness.

“...so worried! I mean you just stopped coming in one day.” You don’t know if that was Taehyung or Jungkook or both of them on account of your plugged ears. 

“Hey. Hey Y/N.” Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of your face as you looked into his eyes and...well you don’t remember what happened after that. 

When you came to, you were in your bed and your fever had cooled down noticeably. Aside from that how’d you even get here, last you remembered you were in the cafe.

Just then Taehyung walked in with an apron and a tray of soup. “Oh good! You’re awake.”  He approached you, putting the tray down on your nightstand, and then reaching out to feel your head for a fever.

The intensity and concern in his gaze, along with being next to the person you yelled at for no reason made you want to crawl into a hole and die . Your shoulders tensed up and subconsciously you seemed to hold your breath. Taehyung seemed to finally notice how uncomfortable he was making you and he immediately snatched his hand back. The touch of warmth from his hand still lingered and you chose to attribute the tingly feeling in your stomach to your illness rather than what you knew it to be.

Looking guilty and embarrassed, Taehyung stammers out, “I’m sorry, I just was checking and… I… shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”. He’s sorry?! What reason does he have to be sorry?! You yelled at him, and hurt his feelings and yet he took care of you and made sure your dumbass didn’t die, although he kind of was the reason you almost died.

“Why are you even apologizing to me?”

“I-huh,what?”, Taehyung stopped mid-rant twisting his face with a pout. 

“Why are you apologizing to me? I mean I… I was terrible to you. I was a dick, I mean seriously, why are you apologizing.”, your tone became more imploring,desperate,  and confused.

“I told you Y/N, I have feelings for you. I know you were a dick.”,Taehyung’s voice lowered as he stated this, although, towards the end he snorted and started to laugh, “I also know that you’re loyal, caring, passionate, and beautiful and all sorts of other things.”

Without hesitation, you reach for Taehyung’s hand. His fingers weave into yours and you look into his eyes. 

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and that within your eyes you can see the truth. Your fears of Taehyung lying and playing a cruel joke on you melt away. There is a low thrum of electricity buzzing between the two of you. The tension between the two of you changed now  that the air has been somewhat cleared.

You took a deep breath to calm down, you couldn’t even look Taehyung in the eyes, “I’m sorry Taehyung. I just- and I- I know there’s no excuse and- I… I like you too. I know you-” Taehyung eagerly rushes forward and seals your lips together. 

You move your body closer to his, Taehyung’s hands hold your face, firmly as though you’ll float away if he doesn’t. Of course you aren’t innocent, you stroke the hair at the nape of his neck and work your fingers into his hair. Pulling away from him was exceptionally difficult, especially with Taehyung lingering and chasing after you.

You open your eyes and see Taehyung sitting there with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. The look on his face is so ridiculous that it makes you laugh, although you try to cover it, you couldn’t hide it if you tried.

“You have such a beautiful smile, I’d love to see it more often.” You look up at Taehyung shyly, still feeling remorseful over how you acted towards him.

You sat up and turned towards him, “I’m sorry Taehyung, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“You can answer this question for me.”

You leaned in at full attention, “Of course, anything.”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

#bts imagines #kim taehyung imagines #kim taehyung x reader #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts fic #BTS au #bts x black reader #bts x poc

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Red thread trash - AU Trikey fanfic

Hey! I promised to upload my fanfic here as well - find it right below the “Keep reading” button. Let me know what you think about it - your feedback fuels me like anything else :) I included some minor hints of pop culture/literature every now and then and generally had a great time writing it even though it’s still short.  I plan on updating it soon so if you like it, stay tuned :) Chapter 1 -  My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense “You are sick, dickhead!” That was all she was able to spit out before shutting the door with such force all the yellowish photos on walls thumped the disgusting, bleached out wallpaper they were attached to. It was getting dark and a sharp sound sent shockwaves through creeping silence of the night. Tired street lamps gave out eerie orange light which sculpted everything in soft outlines and gave a fine monochrome touch to washed-out colours of the early evening. Dust, startled by the outburst, sat back on surfaces it originally sat on, creating a delicate icing on the ugly cake of an apartment it was in. It was full to the brim, filled with dying cacti in flower pots, virgin self-improvement books, some of them sealed in original plastic, action figures, statues, souvenirs from places so distant and abstract no one ever heard of them, old calendars and along with dozens of empty ball pens an assorted clutter of a bachelor. It was a miracle the small, one-room apartment did not explode with everything stored inside. On the wall next to the door, the landline phone decided to commit what it’s silent owner contemplated for years and fell down from the holder, and hit the ground with an ugly crunch. The sound made the owner snap from lethargy. Up to now, he only stood in the middle of the place, staring at the door emotionless.

 He felt nothing but a gentle touch of the street light and bags under his eyes growing heavier. When he heard what happened to his world link, he blinked and with a sigh, he took a step forward and hanged the phone back to the holder, inspecting it only to find nothing broke so far. “There, there, not today- You’ll outlive me, little friend” he let out a raspy mumble and rub back of his neck with his other hand. He didn’t feel anything out of ordinary. His back hurt a bit from the lair of his improvised bed and his sedentary job - the latter was most likely the culprit there, but he wouldn’t admit it. His stomach rumbled angrily through the thin skin and onto the fabric of his shirt - two cups of ramen a day were not enough to shut it anymore. His nose was full again - and the dust irritated it as much as it annoyed him. Yet somewhere deep inside him, the void seized power a long time ago and he didn’t give a shit about any of these things anymore. For the life of his, he couldn’t bring himself to grieve the recent loss of a lover either. People always came and went, he thought to himself. People always used him. Cheated him. Played him and inevitably left him when he needed them the most. They left him miserable. Vulnerable. Hurt. He didn’t need nor want them anymore. He abided them. He just wanted them all to die a horrible, gruesome death and if possible, to watch the whole process from the first row, bathe in their cries and pleading and enjoy his utter shortage of fucks to give with a wide grin on his face. Aaand it would make the show so much fun if he got to sprinkle his popcorn with a bit of fresh blood! Hell, if he murdered his shrink first, he would help more people than that stupid jerk ever did in his life. Come to think of it... Suddenly, before he could slide any further on his twisted spiral of thoughts, there was a familiar pressure on one of his feet and a soft purr vibrating against his shin. He blinked the mental image of creatively mutilated psychologist away and eyed his pet with a soft smile. The tomcat which settled on his foot was one of the new members of the pack as he prefered to call his furry companions. It gave those obese fluffy balls of fur a feral glamour of feared predators they might have shared with their ancestors. In reality, his pack preferred the luxury of being fed three times a day and shedding hair on his sweatshirts while sleeping wherever they collapsed. The tiny apartment currently held six members including the human one. They were all flawed to perfection, collected from behind the bars and given a new life. John Silver, the tomcat, curled up securely on his master's barefoot, lack one paw to be a complete, light grey cat. He probably lost it in a scientific experiment which went tremendously wrong and accidentally involved an electric can opener and children of his previous master. He never meowed about it but other cats knew anyway. Then there was Jude Hardy, a brown cat who smelled so bad other hissed anytime at her anytime she came close and made her spend life under the kitchen sink. Johny Lemmon had shotgun scars visible through his tabby and white fur - he got them for meowing too loud. Somewhere under the blanket on a bed was a tabby named Ulysses who lost his tail and ear on his way home one day in an accident. Right beside him slept his sister Sybile who was terribly short-sighted and bumped to anything when she attempted walking around the flat. She was there when her brother was hit by the car but there was nothing she could do to prevent it as she didn't see it coming. The only human left in the pack was named Trevor Philips.

With a cat in his arms, he made his way through a maze of full bookshelves and sat heavily into an old armchair, fidgeting to find the perfect angle. Nothing could ever compare to a fuzzy feeling of love he shared with his pack. A soft touch of fur soothed him in a way his prescription pills would never do. Trevor raised his eyes from a purring bundle of joy he held and run his fingertips down its spine, scratching and gently stroking every now and then, completely lost in his own palace of thoughts again. There’s still a couple of hours left till next dose, he thought to himself. He vividly remembered the first week he was forced to medication - a wild roar of anger and disgust from being put on a schedule, from becoming a number not worth anything else but chemical alternation. He hated every touch of an old, naphthalene smelling nurse or the bull kind of a doctor who forced his jaw open to the point it snapped on one wonderful evening. He always had himself for a person not bound by any chains or rules. His persistence in breaking rules and spitting medicine was legendary. Heck, he did it for fun. It gave him all the attention he never had and fuck people who had to pay for it with their health of job. However, one day, he woke up a different person. The mighty, untamed creature he once was was gone, and the only memory it left were nail scratches on sterile white walls of his cell and a variety of body fluids mixed and smeared all over the ceiling in a brutal, honest impersonation of Michelangelo’s chapel. The day the beast went missing was a breaking point. The world he woke up to was void of bright colours. Every bit and piece of his existence felt detached, taken aback, abstract. He would always recall the feeling of cold liquid under his bare feet and a horrid smell that brought him to senses. He never asked the doctor how long he had stood in his own faeces nor did he ask why he pissed blood. He would never tell him. Instead, he got yet another dose of medicals. And he obeyed this time. And every time they came he accepted it. Trevor knew too well they broke him and shaped him like a piece of Tetris puzzle so he could fit in the line. He knew he lost himself in the process. But since he got separated, he couldn’t bring himself to care. And when they eventually let him out of the bright white hell, when they dressed him in a cheap second-hand suit and gave him a small place to live, he didn’t rebel. He obeyed. He followed the lead. He spoke to his shrink. He got a pet. He got a job. He drank water. He ate. He slept. He shat. The same fairy tale noir of a lonely life on repeat forever. He fit the line too well. Trevor let his hand slip from Silver’s back onto an armrest. Orange coloured light from outside mixed with neon from a place he could see through a narrow alley which led to his block of flats. A bright red, intrusive and obscene. A moth trap set up with fresh meet every week, he thought to himself. He eyed the place from his armchair and looked around. His last love interest came from that bar. All she left behind was a used toothbrush in a plastic cup on a kitchen sink, a pair of bob pins under the bed and lingering smell of cheap perfume piercing everything it touched with a brutal force. She was not that different from any other woman he ever knew. Each of them wanted money and stripped men of it by shaking their asses and burying faces into their sagging cleavages. Even if they did not admit it, be it high-class wive all glamour and chic or a grey mouse of an accountant in his shithole of a job, they all were miserable whores, bitches not worth a dollar yet they would surely kill for it if given a chance. They all wore insufferable perfumes and fake smiles that made his blood boil. Unfortunately, when he got a job as an assistant in a small branch of a Fleeca bank, he had no idea the place would be full of such creatures. He recalled the first day of work with a sigh, being yelled at for not bringing a latte for accountants, then for not fetching paper clips fast enough, and then again and again till he was let out in the afternoon, completely stripped of dignity and quite frankly, he didn’t even have the energy to sustain one at given time. Now that the fifth year of his atonement passed by, all he wanted was to burn the place down as a celebration. He hasn’t done it yet. His favourite coffee mug was there and he chose not to risk such a loss. The red light took over and illuminated his way when he carefully put Silver down and took a couple of careful steps towards an old cupboard and let it moan its screech into the night. With a light chuckle, he grabbed the colourful box realising they made his mind work in schedules and tech plans. He never put it on the same place two days in a row when he first came there. Now it had its fucking place right beside unused penis-shaped pasta he received in secret Santa game at work a couple of years ago. They had their place too. Never moved an inch. Trevor popped the lid and slid an elephant worth of pills into the palm of his. Funny how everything looks like candy a second before you start tripping balls. He knew the thrill too well. Fishing a dirty glass out of the sink, filling it with piss some still called water and swallow it like an obedient little bitch he was. Good, good. Let them keep you alive or let them kill you in ways which are not as fun as drugs. As he felt the chemicals taking rule over him, everything was good somehow. The room swayed. The colours exploded. He fell on the bed. Good. Good. Good.

#gtav #fanfic #alternative universe #trikey #trevor philips #michael de santa #real_fanta_sea.fic

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“We all have needs part 2 Sneak peek”

* Disclaimer This fic does contain sex*

“Trust Nobody “ ( Song Reference Selena Gomez Cashmere Cat Tory Lanez ) -In the future I’m changing the name of the series if it continues the song fits perfectly ! “

If we can get part one up to like 50 or so likes and there seems like there is enough interest I will post the full part 2! Also again typed on my phone so ignore any punctuation issues !

 “Oh for fucks sake ! “ I slid my phone off the bed in frustration! My eyes still felt a bit hazy ….Thank god my body barely knew what a hangover was . But fuck was I running behind ! We had the AMAs tomorrow which meant I should’ve started my fittings hours ago . My phone kept buzzing from under my bed until I rolled my lazy ass over and answered it “yeah …I know I just woke up ! I’m sorry !” Spitting it out before my business partner Jeremy had a chance too ! I heard him huff and could already feel his sass through the phone.  “Girl ! Your going to give me gray hair AND more importantly ...you’re  ruining my Botox …Miles and Jordan will be over in 30 with racks ! … I also sent you some ideas for our live stream pre-show .. I need you to look over and send me back confirmations before 5 o’clock! Oh and I -“ I have known Jeremy for almost 10 years he’s is a Spitfire and a ball of energy and always sounds like he’s had three red Bulls and six espresso shots no matter what time of day ! But I wasn’t even anywhere close to being alert enough to handle everything he was throwing at me.

 “ OK! Okay! okay! Jeremy.. baby ..I love you but I just woke up just send me all this in a voice memo and I swear I will handle it!” He growled in frustration before hanging up on me “yeah love you too … “ I scoffed under my breath sarcastically before dragging myself out of bed he was right though I had way too much to do today and I actually honestly didn’t have time at the moment to look at my phone. After everything he threw at me it kind of slipped my mind that Tae had possibly texted me after hopping in the shower and going to all my meetings it wasn’t till around 6 o’clock my time until I actually had time to sit down and look at my phone.

 I plopped back on my bed eating my sushi and nothing but an oversized T-shirt finally getting to my messages and looking through all of my tagged photos from the night before confirming the ones I did or did not want to re-share. I noticed the text was actually a picture message and I was right it was him he took some of the photos that we did last night and added some really cool filters and effects on them . It kind of slipped my mind while in the moment that when I was doing my research on the boys I did read something that noted that he was actually really into photography. I could feel myself blushing as I looked down at my phone “Holy shit these turned out dope as hell …but I mean not surprising considering what you were working with ;)” after I sent that message actually immediately after I started texting another one feeling the need to apologize since it was damn near eight hours before I responded to him. I saw his text bubble popped up but he stopped typing once he saw mine “Also my bad ! Today’s been hectic And I completely overslept ! This is the first time all day I’ve had to just relax!”

 But to my surprise instead of a text my phone rang . And my heart dropped into my pinky toe ! I took in a deep breath gathering myself together before I answered the phone. “Hello….”

 I could hear a low chuckle on the other end of the line before he responded “Hey …” God this man's voice ! It sounded huskier them usual though so he was either tired or maybe just performed? “Again I’m sorry I -“ “No you’re good no need to apologize . we all get busy plus you don’t owe me anything so it’s not even like you had to respond to begin with! “

 “ Well actually according to the terms of your drunken proposal I do kinda owe you something don’t ? “ I could hear him Scoff on the other line before he responded clearly he didn’t like that too much .

“ It was in a drunken proposal it was just a proposition... like we talked about we’re both busy we both have issues trusting people but we still both need things . I like to think I’m a pretty decent judge of character that’s why I don’t have many friends…And from talking to you it feels like we’re both in the same boat … your body really ..really liked me last night -“ he let his words trail out slowly and I could literally feel myself getting turned on just thinking about last night . “ all I’m saying is we’re both in a position of have plane will travel …but it’s only if you want to you don’t owe me anything ! Last night happened because I wanted to I mean let’s be real if I wanted it last night you were you were definitely willing and I could have had it . But I chose not to ..and just give you what you needed . Because fuck did you need it ! “ he chucked low and dark and I just rolled my eyes … I was annoyed but he was right ..” oh don’t act like you Didn't need it …or that you didn't finish once you got to your room “

 “Mmm I never said I Didn't ….” his tone changed it was like I could feel him get hard over the phone . “Did you think about …me coming all over your face ..while you got yourself off ? “ I heard him inhale deep and slow over the phone …hell I was working myself up while teasing him . “Mmm..I did …I could still feel your nails clenching my hair as you came…” my whole body was getting hot at this point ..all I could see at this point is him between my thighs ..” OK so back to this proposition…”

 “It’s simple …when you need me … you can have me ..and when I need you…”

 “Andddd when …do you need me ? “ I almost Didn't wanna know the answer to that, I actually wanted to kick myself for splitting that out.  . I could feel myself running down my thighs the more he talked. “ Well I’m in London right now …But I mean …I could use some company this weekend while we’re in Amsterdam for 2 days ..” The fact that he was in another country kind of threw me off for a minute the fact that he was able to fly overseas and still have time to text me while my ass took eight hours to even get my day together was mind boggling! But that also meant I wouldn’t see them at the AMAs tomorrow. “Wait …your in London ? ..you guys aren’t going to the AMAs?”

 “Nope ..which kinda sucks because we haven’t been to a lot of American award shows. Buttttttt we have 2 shows at the O2 Arena which is pretty badass ! “

 I could feel him smile through the phone so it was clear he was very proud of himself. But he should be “ Hell yeah that is badass! God I love London ..and the O2 is a hell of a venue …sooo Amsterdam huh ?”

 “ I mean yeah ..if you want …are you free this weekend ? If so I’ll fly you out likeeeee…Friday and -“ The minute I heard that I was not having it …I’m more than down to have a exclusive fuck buddy . But I’m not letting him pay for my flights I’m more than capable . “Ugh nooooo, I don’t need you to pay for me I -“

 “ Stop, it’s not like that ! Trust me I know you can pay for it …but this situation was my idea . And I’m the one initiating the first time so I think it’s only fair that I pay for your flight and hotel ! ..You can buy me Sushi or something ! “ we both laughed but I still wasn’t fully comfortable with him paying for my stuff . “I don’t know Tae , I’m not -“

“Chris..as long as your comfortable with the situation ..I don’t give a fuck what you say I’m not asking if I can pay for your flight and room I’m telling you ! Now let’s try this again…would you like to come down to Amsterdam this weekend and ride my face again ?”

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #taehyung #bts imagines #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts v

[smudgedtoon]

The missing days

“I'm not sure.” It sounded better than I dont know. But honestly I didn't  know, anything; about where I'd been, who I'd been with. It was all a blur.  Or I want to say it was a blur, but more like if it had been sanded away delicately in small areas and rather harshly in the rest.

The cop scuffed and waved me off. I tried to make him wait but he cut me off with a disgruntled. “Come back when you know what you need.”

“Fine.” Huffing I left the police station. Looking around found me a bench to sit on and think.

Now to go over what I did know barring things like where I lived, how old I was;

1.I knew my name, obviously or else I'd have told the officer that at the very least. But just to be sure my name's Zenith. This didn't come as a shock to me because I knew everything else about me except and this leads to...

2. I was missing days. Two at the very least. I mean it had to only be two, I checked my phone twice to make sure. But it felt like more...

3.I woke up in someone else's apartment in a weird part of town.

4. There should be no weird part of town, I've lived here all my life.

“Okay go from what you know…. So before I can't remember, what do I remember….” I recieved dirty looks from strangers passing by but screw em, talking out loud helps me think. I knew this, I knew….. “Work?....Work!” I had work….; not what I needed right now but that was a start. I pulled out my phone again dialing the number by heart. A quick glance at my screen clock had told me my shift hadn't started yet, so I was going to call sick. As I waited for someone to answer the other line my thoughts went back to working out just what I needed help with. Wait work…. the two missing days were on my off days? No, that felt wrong.

Finally someone answered.

“Hey thanks for waiting this is Derek from Game-On speaking, what can I get you playing today?”

“Hey Derek its-”

“Oh shit dude its you.” Derek voice went high with surprise and then low as if he was being listened to. “Calling to beg for your job back? Yes, we do have a couple of Playstation 4 fallout 76 bundle packs left from our Sale!”

“What?” I said cringing at the yelling and confused. “what do you mean-”

“dude ol Heely's still has a controller up her ass from that shit Fr- Oh no I'm sorry we're not offering a free copy with the bundle any longer, though it already comes with the game! dude heelys comin this way gotta go…. Thanks for calling and may your ending cutscene be epic!”

The line cut out. I wanted to call again, but Derek had sent me a text. ‘Dont call back… Heely just threatened to fire any of us talking to you on company time. I'll text after work’

Resisting the urge to text back, I began my walk home. I walked slowly hoping something along the route would help me remember more about the last couple of days. My stomach growled as I passed a small dinner, when was the last time I ate? Some customers left and through the closing door I caught a whiff of something delicious, another grumble. Checking my wallet I found I had no cash, strange, I think I should've had money. What I did have however was my credit and debit cards. I didn't want to check my bank account out of fear of what I would find so credit it was.

I walked into the building and was instantly hit with a sense of familiarity….; but why? Looking around I noticed nothing really special it was your typical mom and pop diner with vinyl booth seats and mounted down tables. The floors were not what I expected instead of the usual checkered patterned linoleum it was if someone had painted a galaxy. It felt like it was pulling me in.

“-always gets people.” A voice interrupted my thoughts.

Looking up a saw a massive   smiling down at me. I took her in. Her face was round and cheerful yet it wasn't exactly youthful, though I wouldn't say she looked old, rather she looked like someone who knew a thing or two about life. She had warm brown eyes that reminded me of tinted glass lanterns, her hair…. My jaw dropped. Her hair if it was actually hers was as amazing as the floor. Okay that sounded wrong….. her hair was long, almost ass length, locked and dyed to look like the night sky, she must have used a glittery hair spray to get it to shimmer like that. “uhhhh….” I managed pathetically.

“Oh I was saying, the floor really draws People in. It's new. ” She said nodding to the ground. She hadn't seem to notice me gawking or if she had she didn't say anything about it. “Welcome to Mookie’s.”

“Mookie’s?”

Her brows furrowed and her gorgeous smile was replaced with a scowl. It only lasted as long as a blink of eye. Her smile returned but with a little tension in her voice she asked. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no. Just an unusual name…” I back pedaled. “ummm can…. I… have a table?”

She nodded and took me to an empty booth near the kitchen. As she waited for me to sit down she explained the name. “Its named after someone close to my family.”

I nodded feeling like a huge dick. I was sure I was gonna get my food spit- Shit did I just insult the owner.

As if reading my mind, the woman added. “Actually more close to the owner, my grams, than me.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence. She looked as if she was waiting for something but then grew impatient and started speaking again.

“So I'm Vi and I'll be your server today.” she nodded towards the the end of the table  where I found the menus. “Would you like a drink while you look at the menu?”

“Sure, I'll have tea please.” I said wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

She nodded and said. “I'll be right back with that,” before departing.

“Well Zeni, you really fucked that up and she was cute too.” I muttered to myself as I looked through the menu. I turned between the pages until I spotted what I wanted.

When Vi returned with my drink I ordered and she left. As I began to make my tea I paused. On my saucer was the standard small kettle of hot water, but the odd thing or rather the awesome thing there wasnt a tea bag insight, just lemons and honey. As I set about squeezing the slices of lemon into my cup I felt like I was being watched. Looking around I spotted my observer. A little black girl, dressed adorably in a black tee that read future boss lady and red cat eye glasses as well as shorts and black and purple kitten leggings, was sitting on one the stools at counter seating and had swiveled around to face me. I waved and the girl excitedly smiled and waved back before looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen. She swiveled back to face the counter and I chalked the whole thing up to kids being kids.

Going back to what I was doing. A thought popped in my head. Jessica. She'd probably have some idea of what had happened. After all she was my girlfriend. Why hadn't I thought of calling her when this first happened? My brain buzzed as I tried to probe that thought a bit further, eventually I wrote it off as how awkward it would be to call one's significant other to pick you up and fill you in on why you were at a strangers house and couldn't remember the past two days.

“You should drink your tea before it stops being hot.”

I was jerked out of my thoughts to see the little girl sitting across from me. When had she done that, I'd only be lost in my thoughts for a moment and the distance would've taken her more than that to get to my table from where she was, unless she had run over. That must've been it. Realizing the girl was awaiting some type of response, I put on a smile and lifted up my cup giving her a cheesy cheers and took a sip. Oh gods my brain screamed as the taste of hot yet diluted sour spread across my tongue. It was all I could do to not spray the kid with unsweetened lemon tea.

She giggled and the pointed to the honey. “You forgot the honey Zeni.”

“Yeah you're right.” I said after swallowing. I reached for the honey and paused. “Uhhhh… sweetie, Zuntie Zeni is tired it's been a long day what's your name again?” Zuntie Zeni? It sounded right… I'd never used the phrase in my life- I brought my focused back on what was important this kid knew me and somehow I must've known them from my auto response.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled a face only children have the balls to make and for a split second she'd reminded me of someone. That face then broke into one of utter sadness. She mumbled something to herself, I only caught “really don't”.

Before I could ask her anything a plate of food was placed before me. I got a brief glimpses of a scarred arm before it was pulled away. I looked up to see Vi.

She gave me something that resembled a smile before turning to little girl. “One what have I told you about pestering customers.” She turned to me and apologized. “Sorry about this, the meal is on the house. If you'd-”

“Its fine. Really, One,”  hope I hadn't butchered the girl's name, “was keeping me company and showing me the fine art of making lemon tea.” I  winked at the girl and she giggled.

“See Zuntie Zeni's fine.”

A volt of pain went through my brain and I had to grab the table for balance even though I was already sitting.

I awoke in my bed with my head still killing me.  I remembered somethings. From my disassociated meal at the diner to what had happened almost three days ago.

I had been fired on my last day of work before my days off, fired was an understatement. It had been a shit show, my ex, I know remembered why I wouldn't have called Jessica, had gotten it into her head that Heely and I were having some type of affair. She'd gone to the store wrecked it and then assaulted Heely and accused me.  The thing was though Heely had been showing me the ropes of management. From there I had been invited to a party by Derek to cheer me up. I had meet a girl. We'd spent the whole party talking and joking around. It was her I'd went home with her. From there things had gotten hazy again. All I could remember was her name. “Te.” I felt a shiver run down by spine before I fell asleep again.

#52 week short story challenge #week 1 #p writes #short story

[semperscripturam]

Eyes

by SemperScripturam

The subtle beep of an alarm clock rings and sadness crosses my heart

Seems to me it should be illegal to force our two bodies apart

Her body slides against my flesh she’s not yet fully awake

Naked exposed vulnerable and soft just right for me to take

Her breast is warm against my hand have a hunch I might be late

I feel a bit naughty touching her in her slumber but not enough to wait

A miracle or more is what it will take to get us to work on time

Sad but true I couldn’t care less the clock can continue to chime

The only thing on my mind right now is tasting those beautiful lips

Where to begin the set on her face or should I start between her hips

Moistened by my mouth my fingertips rub firmly against her clit

Our tongues dance while my fingers slide up and down her slit

Licking down her hot little neck just like a margarita glass

Gripping her flesh in the palm of my hand squeezing her muscular ass

Small subtle moans escape her lips as blood rushes into my dick

If I was to thrust it inside her right now no doubt I’d cum too quick

No need to rush I’ll soak her pussy a wet puddle for my cock to wade

He likes it much better when his spit gets mixed in with her marinade

I squeeze her hip bone she lets out a sigh it’s one of my favorite things

Her waste begins thrusting upward as if her pussy has wings

Secretions poor from her body and there’s nothing left I can do

Patience has prevailed time for my prize i taste her sweet warm goo

 Not with my cock at least not yet man that would be a waste

Nothing has ever pleasured my pallet quite like that orgasmic taste

Warmth overwhelms my tongue and I almost cum in my pants

Not gonna be able to wait much longer my dick is as hard as a lance

But i will not stop until she makes me can't help it i love it much to much

Penetrating her will have to wait if up to me ill be down here till lunch

Subtly dipping my tongue inside her to ensure ive gotten every drop

She grabs my hair and pulls me back awww man she's making me stop

She rolls me onto my back and greatly gives me a surprise

She climbs on top of my mouth while looking down into my eyes

Those eyes so dark and sultry peering down at me with two fists full of my hair

She grinds my lips and tongue till I can barely breath and doesn’t even care

Please don’t stop If I have to go i pray it's in a moment like this

With a mouth full of her I'd happily go id welcome death's sweet kiss

Leaning back thrusting into me I lose her glance as she firmly fucks my face

but then those eyes pierce right through me as she cums all over the place

I flip her over not to take the power but to ensure I get it all

In the 69 i slip into her throat and she takes it to the balls

My tongue is so excited licking doesn’t quite describe what it is he’s doing

Lapping like a panting dog fighting myself to keep from chewing

I’ve gotten it all nothing left to taste and i'm missing those dark eyes 

So i steal her move and place her face in between my thighs

Those bedroom eyes peer up at me and I try not to make her choke

But she thrusts her head taking me deeper and my cum immediately woke

I force her back I'm not ready to cum although I know she's wanting it

I pick her up and place her onto the shaft here's where I want you to sit

A smirk crosses her lips she knew I was close but for now i win this round

I immediately dread my decision as her hips start grinding around

Oh my God she is so unbelievable there's no way im gonna last

If this keeps up I don't stand a chance she's going much too fast

Giving up the fight grabbing both her tits thrusting inside her in sync

What I wouldn't give to be inside her head I just want to know what she thinks

At this very moment what are those eyes thinking what is it she sees

Does she know how close shes coming to releasing the deadliest of seas

Like a shotgun i'm about to explode inside her but I beg please baby i want more

Don’t make me cum yet I want to keep going a lasting impression is what i’m going for

She grinds deep and slow leans down and gently licks my top lip

Cum trust me this isn’t gonna be the end as she sucks my finger tip

Like any good soldier I know which orders you should and shouldn’t follow

She slides down me stealing my stare and softly begins to swallow

Never breaking eye contact her mouth sucking as i feel the power of her tongue

Like squeezing the last of a toothpaste tube she doesnt stop until he’s done

Jealousy i watch as she gets to taste the both us off my cock

The mixture of passions going hand in hand like two friends out on a walk

She keeps him at attention with her tongue teasing all the way down to my taint

Then she lays on her stomach and says to me you think you’re done but you ain’t

The curves of her body calling to me beckoning me to take her from behind

I prop her up on a pillow just right to keep her body flowing like wine

Her flesh between my teeth first at her shoulders and neck and then on down her back

Spreading her ass revealing all her holes this Marine hears the call for attack

Biting her ass licking every inch both holes competing for my attention

Dipping inside and then flicking while my cock maintains ascension

Kissing up her back I thrust into that pool of cum as deep as I can muster

Pulling back on hair exposing her neck biting firmly as I thrust her

Don’t want to stop she’s cumming so hard i feel like a rabbit with rabies 

No greater sound on God’s green earth please don’t make me cum again baby

Oh how that line dances through my head stroking my ego like a Persian cat

Uncontrollable leg shaking with a permagrin there’s nothing better than that

Her pussy is so wet can’t let it go to waste but this time it’s not for my tongue 

Lazy people use lube during sex but when you do it right you use their cum

Sliding in and out of her letting the moisture build up on the head

Simultaneously teasing it with my thumb lets get this hole wet instead

I feel her body starting to tense i have a feeling she’s never done this before

Just when I thought it wasn’t possible suddenly I want her more

I need her to say it as hard as it might be i need her to be excited

My dick is kinda like a vampire he won’t come in unless invited

Kissing her neck sucking her ear teasing her ass with the head of my cock

Grasping her gently under her neck I whisper you’re gonna have to talk

Its ok here you’re in a safe place there’s no judgement or fear  of class 

She says baby I need you baby I want you to cum inside my ass

A few more dips deep inside her gets him wet enough to start the show

Slowly entering her flesh constricts around me oh my God please wait to blow

Its wet not chafing the build ups been done but man its still so tight

Sliding all the way inside of her he’s not too big he fits just right

I sense the pain she feels below me but I can still tell that she like it

She pushes back against me taking it even deeper just a little bit

That swollen ball that spot that shares my initial he’s hitting it every time

I can feel her about to release and I’m planning to explode at the same time

Faster and longer the strokes begin to build but slow and deep is better

Feeling her moving with me in slow motion shes getting wetter and wetter

Lemme see that tongue I whisper as I put my finger near her lips

A simple lick turns into sucks and my balls are about to flip

Her moaning is getting so much more intense and it fills me up with pride

The rush I feel as she releases one last time is better than any drug

She tightens around me and so I let go too with a giant orgasmic hug

Both bodies tensing together uncontrollably shaking as one rope cums after another

Continuing to fill her with each shutter of pleasure as I slowly collapse beside her

Definitely not virgins it’s happened before but this time has been one of the best

What a great morning I could face anything as she lays her head on my chest

Sadness fills me i’m dreading the day ahead i really don’t want this to end

Looking at me with the very eyes that started it all she says let’s call in sick and do it again

#poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #naughty

[trickormemes]

Elijah & Christine sentence starters

195 starters feel free to change gender pronouns content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, sexual themes, violence

"I'll fucking kill you, you hear me?! I'll fucking kill you!"

"I just woke up and realized that I got fucking bit by a brown fucking recluse spider, which is my literal biggest fear."

"I actually feel like I'm on the set of Glee right now."

"You're gonna get bullied. Or do the bullying, I don't know..."

"Someone's gonna jerk off to this."

"No, we have to go. No. Come on."

"I don't have a tongue."

"Yeah, I'm pretty gay."

"What if someone's window was down at a stop sign and I screamed at the top of my lungs "Help! Help me, they're trying to kill me!"? What would they do? How would they react?"

"I got my test results back! I'm gay!"

"I peed my pants at the movie theater when we saw the last Lord of the Rings movie because I drank an extra large Mr. Pibb, and it was like a four hour movie, and I didn't wanna miss it so I just peed my pants and I was literally, like... I was like ten years old."

"This should not be on the internet."

"That is a furry butt plug."

"Do you know where vaginas are?"

"Just eat the lube."

"We're not making a fucking sex tape."

"He just called me ugly."

"You are gonna have the cock of a life time."

"I went to the bathroom because I had to poop, but I was pooping so hard I started sweating and I had to get my makeup redone."

"I broke it."

"What is that on your shirt?"

"I feel like Hannah Montana in the beginning of the Hannah Montana Movie where she has to drive the golf cart into the backstage of the stadium to get to hair and makeup on time."

"Finger me with those!"

"_____! Wake the fuck up, you're at a party!"

"Honey, I'm going to fucking Willy Wonka's goddamn chocolate factory!"

"See, bitch? What the fuck I tell you? Willy goddamn Wonka."

"Tell me why it's five o'clock in the morning and you have a fucking tomato on your bed."

"Why do you have hot dogs in your fucking backpack?"

"Look at that little mannequin. Why is he standing like that?"

"I got this pretty sick disappearing act. You wanna see it?"

"What's your social security number?"

"That's not an air horn, that's hair spray."

"Listen, I was told to be a YouTuber all I needed was some fucking Orbeez and a hot knife."

"I post new videos every day because I have no goddamn life."

"You're fucking cleaning these up!"

"I'm gonna throw up my slushie."

"I always knew since the day I was born I was meant to be a goblin."

"A small child just kicked my leg. Not even joking."

"You look like you might get kicked out of a Christian Halloween party."

"I like my women like I like my forks. In my mouth."

"You lost already."

"You walked a whole block and didn't fall over. Good job."

"Eat the booty like groceries."

"You need to go because you don't fucking live here."

"I hope you both fucking fall."

"I'M LEAKIIIINNGG!!!"

"You look like you're fucking dying."

"I got your beef and broccoli right here, baby."

"I feel like I'm in clay-mation. I feel my whole life is in stop-motion. I'm Coraline."

"Yeah, and by 'yeah' I mean 'fuck no.'"

"Get your witch fingers off me."

"You look like Kesha in 2009."

"Nobody here fucking knows you."

"I know in my heart that it isn't true, but it still hurts my feelings."

"_____ just got a Nintendo Switch, uh, so she just... hasn't said a word for the past 48 hours."

"This is some complicated Lego action. There's two fucking booklets."

"Would you fuck like a real—like a life-size Lego person?"

"I would fuck Lego Chris Pratt. I would fuck human Chris Pratt. I would fuck Chris Pratt's horse. I said horse, I meant corpse."

"Not everything is gay fanfiction, _____."

"It's spicy. It got in my eye."

"Oh my god, it's a Valentine's Day card from my grandpa... And he gave me ten dollars!"

"Get up. We're going out to dinner."

"_____, you are the most disgusting person I know, and I just wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

*rapping* "Rain drop, drop top, he just proposed with a Ring Pop."

"Okay, can you not be... so cute?"

"Why are you smoking weed on the fucking toilet?"

"Bitch, you know this isn't your house, right?"

"I wanna bake fucking weed brownies in an EZ Bake oven, so we're going into Walmart to get an EZ Bake oven."

"A solid substance is definitely not a good substitute for liquid."

"I don't know how to park this fucking car."

"How do you smell like Home Town Pride? What would my— My hometown would smell like stale beer and, like, Cheetos."

"Look, they make personalized candles. Smells like divorce."

"Even I don't know why I did that."

"_____, I'm literally gonna shit myself."

"I know you can't drink anymore. You've had too many shots."

"Oh, I fucking hate you! You bitch! Fuck you!"

"This is so easy. Why do you complain about it? It's not a hard job."

"God is a woman."

"Which side are you trying to fucking get on? Which one?"

"Why the fuck would we smoke weed out of a watermelon?"

"I just made a fucking Pringle bong, bitch."

"I feel like I'm being probed by aliens."

"Do whatever you want to me."

"Make it ten dollars next time, bitch."

"I am shooketh."

"I licked it. I got a little taste."

"It's a fucking cake. Stop calling it brownies."

"Honey, my life's Hell on Earth."

"It's not that fucking deep, it's a video game."

"Why the fuck do you look like a Miami coke-dealer dad right now?"

"Man, I feel like I'm in, like, Sex and the City right now. Like an episode of Girls right now. Like I'm in an episode of, like, Broad City."

"I'm giving _____ 'fuck me' eyes."

"Don't change the song, you're not the fucking DJ. What are you putting on?"

"Why do you know the whole dance?"

"If I croak, you can have my eye balls."

"I'm drunk as shit."

"It's been two hours of this shit. Can you guys just fucking stop?"

"We said we weren't gonna drink tonight, and now we're drunk on these stairs."

"YOU'RE FUCKING TOASTING PIZZA?!"

"You get points on the creativity, but you fucking lost on the execution, BITCH!"

"Get in the fucking car."

"_____, we've been driving for six fucking hours. Where are we going?"

"Quit being such a little bitch."

"I'm filming this. This is a horrible film."

"My drag name is Goblin Breath."

"I bit my swimming instructor in the face."

"Why would I have to be drunk to do that?"

"I feel like three-years-old is a little too old to be biting people in the face."

"That is the most 'you' sentence I have ever heard come out of your mouth."

"COME ON, DRINK UP, BITCH!"

"You're ten shots in already? This is gonna be a fucking disaster."

"I full-on peed my pants."

"_____, the smile you got when you thought you answered that right was pretty amazing."

"How my ass taste, bitch?"

"_____, I don't think you can put a dildo on top of Christmas tree. It's really weird."

"Okay, I'm not sure if it's historically accurate, but I'm pretty sure Jesus would puke too."

"If you fuck this up, I will JFK you."

"Why am I fucking trusting you to do this?"

"I'm still drunk, but today's another day, you know?"

"Can you hold it together for two fucking minutes?"

"I can't hold it together for three fucking seconds."

"Sorry you're low-key ugly."

"Hey, baby girl, you high as fuck."

"Someone's gonna Photoshop a dick in your mouth. And now I just solidified that by saying it."

"This looks like the beginning of a CSI episode where, like, a crazy cat lady gets murdered."

"Didn't I tell you you're not allowed to talk on our vlogs unless your shirt's off?"

"I'll fuck your belly button."

"Why are you still here? You have your own house."

"Honestly, these little dick candies aren't that fucking bad."

"My mom is disappointed in me."

"I got a gingerbread house."

"Aggressive, max. size twelve-inch—sounds good!"

"Your math probably isn't off, but like, your morals are."

"Oh look, another sad kid in a black hoodie."

"I built a little ball pit to smoke weed in."

"I'm the Rachel Ray of alien egg-laying dildos."

"Are you using a marker to stir it? There's literally spoons over there."

"Let's keep it PG, please."

"If you spit in my mouth I will murder your family. I will murder your entire family. I will gut you and feed you to the birds."

"Okay, the three things I hate: heights, small spaces, and you."

"Why are you the adult Honey Boo Boo child?"

"Do I need this? No. Do I want it? ...Also no."

"You better stop it, you're gonna give me a little chub."

"This is why people think we're dating all the time."

"This is supposed to be bottomless mimosas. I can clearly... I can cleary see the bottom."

"If I don't get married in the next five minutes I will riot."

"This is the most action I've gotten in years."

"Already spilled... literally ten seconds into my meal. Awesome."

"I don't even know what I said. I don't know what I'm saying right now."

"That ruined my life."

"The taste is good, the texture is like eating your grandpa's ballsack."

"The world would be a better place if everybody just pissed their pants."

"I'm not even gonna try because I know the answer's no."

"I mean, I'm seeing it right now and I'm underwhelmed."

"You're a walking fucking disaster."

"Take a bite. Get ready to have your world rocked."

"I HOPE YOU BREAK UP!"

"You look like a fucking glazed donut, honey."

"Ew, ew, oh my god, there's children, ew!" *gags*

"Not the first time I've ruined a party because I was naked and screaming."

"That used to be a [insert restaurant name] and I almost fought a girl in the parking lot once. But she didn't show up."

"Oh my god, that's dark. Why did you laugh?"

"This show's not for free, honey."

"Why is your brain full of so much useless information?"

"Why did you just call Mr. Krabs by his first name?"

"It tastes like a Starbust for your dick."

"No one wants to fuck you. Sorry."

“Like the most basic law of human nature. Everyone knows that... bagels are straight.”

“Recreate the Friends intro right now.”

“GO! YES! BITCH! GET IT!”

“I got this soda from a gas station-truck stop, and apparently it’s soda that makes you horny.”

“I need two pasties for one nipple because my nipples are so big. Like, this big. They’re, like, not pepperonis, they’re like salamis.”

“I’m, like, livid. I cannot believe you don’t have a phone case right now. What is wrong with you?”

“The horny soda! I’m horny now!”

“I feel like I’m in a romantic comedy.”

“We’re gonna fucking die out here. It’s like The Hills Have Eyes.”

“We’re stranded in the desert... Well, at least we’re together.”

“At least friendship doesn’t overheat.”

“My conditioner opened in my backpack and now it looks like there’s cum on all my clothes.”

“Trying to get laid is so fucking annoying.”

“See, if you get an Audi and you drive it off the lot, it depreciates immediately. Chanel doesn’t depreciate. I can sell this in ten years.”

“I’m having a quarter-life crisis.”

“Why am I out of breath?”

“How do you fit two penises in one hole?”

“You were just crawling naked on the ground. Why would you do that?”

“It’s 7:30 in the fucking morning. Go back to sleep.”

“Does it hurt for water to become ice? You’re changing your molecular composition. Like... you’re probably gonna experience some discomfort.”

“Are you gonna cry now? What is going on?”

“I have not looked this shitty in so long.”

“I feel like I got hit by a fucking bus.”

“Run ‘em over.”

“Why are there ghosts in my fucking apartment?”

“If I wanna sit on the grass and feel the uneasy presence of ghosts, I would just go to my grandma’s house.”

“I’m like a surprisingly good cook for somebody whose method of cooking is just putting everything in a pan and hoping for the best, but it works out, like, nine out of ten times.”

“I flake on people, I’m sorry. I’m also a bad texter.”

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[hirstories]

Abraca—switch! Or The Tale of Edward Elric vs. the Mischievous Body-Snatcher

Chapter 3

This isn't happening,  This isn't happening,  This isn't fucking happening!

These words had been on replay in Edward’s mind for quite a while.

“I must be tripping..." he muttered under his breath as he paced back and forth. Then he stopped in his tracks and chuckled. “There's no way that I'm a cat.”

One thing was for sure, though. He ingested one potent drug.

Being under the influence sure made things interesting. He could peer into the darkness of the night and see in high detail shapes that usually vanished from sight. Then there was the problem with perspective. He could swear he was looking at things from below rather than from above—that actually pissed him off more than it freaked him out. And the hallucinogenic properties of the unknown drug made him feel things that weren't correct.

Edward shook his head when he felt his tail swinging. “Yup, still high as a kite,” he said to himself.

The scent of smoky wood soon distracted Edward.

He looked at the fire-pit in the ritual site. The fire was dying, most of the wood had turned into ashes. The smoke he smelled came from fresh firewood.

Edward took a quick look around and saw a plume pouring out the top of Don Paco’s hut. The hairs on his neck—and his back?—stood on end. His lips retracted into a snarl, and he hissed, “I'm gonna kill that bastard!” Then he took off. . . . Don Paco's hut looked like a diminutive thing at a distance. He'd guessed the highest point would go over a one-story house, maybe a house and a half, but not two. Don Paco’s placed looked like a three-story building.  

“There’s no way I'm a fucking a cat,” he reassured himself as a ball of dread tightened his stomach.

Edward pushed the disconcerting thought away before pushing on the heavy fabric covering the hut’s entrance. He completely ignored the fact that he used his head and not his hands to enter the place.

All thoughts were on hold once he spotted Don Paco resting on a bed.

The inside of the hut blurred into the background. Everything except Don Paco ceased to exist.

Edward darted towards the man. . . . The wrinkles that cut Don Paco's face had softened, the serene look on his tired face told Edward that he was in deep sleep.

“Wake up you bastard!” Edward growled and shuddered when the hairs on his neck and back stand on end, once again.

Don Paco didn't react at all to his menacing tone. He remained still as if a sleeping spell had been cast on him.

Edward’s growl became more intense and guttural by the minute. He didn't even notice when he jumped on Don Paco’s chest or that he didn't crush him.

The man felt a corpse despite the gentle rise and fall of Don Paco’s chest underneath his—hands? feet? paws?

“I know you can hear me,” Edward ground out, and growled from the depths of his chest when Don Paco didn't answer.

Edward's fingertips began tingling. He looked down at his hands that looked like paws. The tingling increased. Edward figured that no harm would come to him if he decided to extend his imaginary claws; he was high, after all.

So he commanded his claws to extend.

Edward couldn't help but stare in awe at the tiny arsenal he had at his disposition. He turned his attention to Don Paco just as an evil grin spread across his face. Hallucination or no hallucination, he was going to make sure the old man paid for making a fool of him.

Edward got closer to Don Paco's face.

“Let's see how asleep you really are, fucker,” he said as he raised his right paw.

In one fell swoop, he scratched Don Paco’s left cheek.

The old man didn't flinch.

What the—? Edward frowned.

His little knives slashed Don Paco’s cheek again. This time, he went deeper; he wanted to draw blood.

Not even the faintest of whimpers came out of Don Paco’s mouth.

A low growl—a panicked growl—began rumbling in Edward’s chest. He narrowed his glare at Don Paco as the coppery tang of blood invaded his nostrils.

“Wake the fuck up!" he yelled to his face.

Hysteria was slowly creeping up on him, like a rattlesnake that's going after its prey.

“Please calm down, young man.”

Edward, who by now was breathing raggedly, froze in place the moment his brain registered a new voice inside the hut.

A woman’s voice?

Edward didn't see anyone else besides Don Paco when he entered the hut, then again, everything had been a blur since he woke up from being knocked out cold by some unknown drug.

He turned towards the direction of the voice.

There was an old woman sitting on a small stool next to a large black cauldron. The woman was small and husky. The way she curved on the stool made her look like a beach ball. Her long salt and pepper hair was neatly pleated into two braids. Her back faced him so he didn't know how her face looked like—yet.

“Who are you?” Edward asked, his golden eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The woman stood up. Instead of turning around to engage in conversation, she went to a shelf located close to the cauldron.

She picked up a jar containing some greenish ooze. She also picked up a small box from one of the lower shelves. Then she headed his way.

The woman wasn't as old as Edward had believed. She looked like she was in her late forties, maybe early fifties. There was a kind disposition about her that made him relax his muscles.

Edward moved out of the way when he understood that the woman was going to tend to Don Paco’s wounds.

The woman used her thumb to remove the cork from the bottle.

The foul smell quickly attacked Edward’s nostrils, reminding him of what he'd just had a few hours ago.

He jumped out of the bed and retracted to a safer place.

From his new spot between the clay pottery, Edward watched as the woman drenched in the green goop a gauze she'd taken out of the box. She then began dabbing the gauze over Don Paco’s scratches.

Edward wasn't an expert in herbalism but he knew an antiseptic when he saw one. And antiseptics hurt like hell. His blood ran cold when Don Paco didn't flinch from the sting. To be precise, the man didn't react at all!

The woman took two more gauzes and some medical tape out of the box. She then began bandaging Don Paco’s cheek. She placed the medical tape back in the box and picked up the used gauzes.

Turning her attention for the first time on Edward, she said, “I know you're scared and confused, Edward Elric.”

She left a wide-eyed Edward behind while she put the first-aid kit back where it belonged.

“Paquito is in a state of suspended animation, like being in a coma,” she added as she placed the used gauzes in a trash can. She turned around. “My name is Matilde, and I'm Paquito’s wife.”

Matilde sat back on the same stool she'd been sitting when Edward noticed her presence. She patted the floor. “Come closer, dear. I'm not going to hurt you.”

Did she actually call to him like a fucking pet? Edward's nose scrunched up.

Matilde noticed his displeasure.

“I didn't mean to offend you, Ed. May I call you, Ed?” When Edward didn't answer, she added, “I know you have questions and I have the answers to those questions.” A smile spread across her face. “You can trust me.”

Trust? Edward felt spitting at the word. “Trust” is what had gotten him into this mess in the first place so he wasn't going to offer it freely anymore.

Edward glared at Matilde as he paced around the hut, making sure he kept his distance from her. Matilde’s face went back to neutral when she realized he was being uncooperative.

A few minutes passed by in dead silence.

After a while, Matilde said, “I don't blame you, Edward." she smoothed the wrinkles of her long skirt. “Paquito can be quite difficult sometimes.”

“Difficult?” Pulling the wool over someone's eyes is considered “being difficult”?

“That asshole you have for a husband drugged me, ma’am.”

“That he did,” Matilde mumbled out loud. She offered Edward a rueful smile when she realized what she'd done but that only made Edward even angrier.

Her smile faded. “I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to be cheeky." She sighed. “I can tell you what’s happened after he did this to you. Do you want to hear the story?”

“Did this to you?” Matilde made it sound like she was going to tell him a cheesy horror story.

Still, Edward decided to sit, and when he did, he caught sight of a golden tail. He drew in a harsh breath, then asked, “I really got turned into a cat, didn't I?”  

Matilde offered him a look of sympathy. “Actually, you weren't transformed into a cat, your mind and soul were transferred into Domingo’s body.”

Edward’s jaw gaped open. A couple of seconds were spent on trying to understand what he just heard.

And when finally got a grip of himself, Matilde asked, “Do you want to see?”

Edward hesitated at first but ended nodding. He stood up and walked towards the woman.

Matilde took out a small compact mirror out of a pocket in her skirt. “What you're about to see is going to be shocking so try to keep yourself as calm as possible.” Matilde searched Edward’s face for an answer and found none. She sighed in resignation. “Okay, I'm going to show you how you look. She opened the compact mirror. “Now Edward please try not to freak out—”

Edward’s eyes rounded; Domingo’s face was staring back at him.

The shock made him leap backward, and he crashed into some metal pots. The loud bangs of the cookware crashing to the dirt floor set his nerves on fire. He scrambled away as if his life depended on it.

He stopped near Don Paco’s bed, his heart thundering hard in his ribcage.

“Oh-shit, oh-shit, oh-shit—!” This is real! His heart sank. “This is fucking real!”

“Edward!” Matilde’s voice brought him back to the moment.

Not even the rasps of his own labored breaths could prevent Edward from going on the offensive. His eyes searched around until they located the older woman, who at some point had gotten up and was already heading his way.

“Stay the fuck away!" he hissed.

Matilde stopped. She turned back and sat down on her stool, and patiently waited for Edward to calm down.

After a while, Edward asked, “How?" he paused to take a calming breath. Right after, he added, “How did he do it?”

Matilde looked away from him for a second. When she looked back at him, she said, “By performing the Ritual of Transcendence.”

“That bastard told me the ritual was used to open passages between realms!” Edward snapped.

Matilde’s expression softened. “And it does. Both the mind and soul reside at a higher frequency than the body—a higher realm if you want to get technical.” She paused. “And it can also be used to interchange these subtle bodies.”

“Just great...just-fucking-great,” Edward groused, mostly to himself.

He turned to Don Paco who looked like a fresh corpse in his bed. Then he turned to Matilde.

“Let me get this straight,” he began, “the Ritual of Transcendence opens up gateways between dimensions, but it can also be used to alter the basic composition of living organisms?”

Matilde smiled. “So you're an alchemist?”

Edward didn't answer that. He deflected Matilde’s question by asking one of his own. “Your husband’s body and Domingo's are here and accounted for. Where the hell is mine?”

Matilde sighed then said, “It's not here.”

Edward would pinch the bridge of his nose if he could but he was inhabiting the body of a fucking cat!

“Please tell me that Domingo roaming somewhere out there in my body?" he grumbled.

Matilde shook her head. “Now that would be silly!”

Her cheeky comment earned her a well-deserved glare. She shook her head again.

“Edward, Paquito switched places with Domingo, so he’s the one in command of your body.”

Edward glanced at Don Paco. ”It is safe to assume that Domingo’s mind and soul are inside his body?”

Matilde nodded.

A low, angry growl rumbled in Edward’s chest. “Then why didn't you stop him if you knew all this!”

Matilde’s eyebrows huddled together. “I didn't know he was up to his old tricks again, Ed.”

“Bullshit!” Edward spat at her face. He was fooled once, he wasn't going to let that happen again. “And you know what—" he blasted, but had put on the breaks on his rant.

Edward sat on his hind legs as he came to a stark realization: Don Paco never mentioned he had a wife.

“Funny,” he said as he got up and walked towards Matilde. “Your husband never mentioned you.”

He jumped on the table to be at eye-level with her.

As he got closer, Edward peered into Matilde’s eyes, eyes that reminded him of Don Paco’s. “Answer me this,” he said, scowling. “Are you his accomplice?”

Matilde’s mouth dropped open and she gaped like a fish out of the water.

What is it with these people and their over-the-top theatrics?

“Ugh—! Will you stop that already?” Edward snapped.

He got closer to Matilde until she was about to become cross-eyed.

“Tell me your role in all this!” Edward snarled.

Matilde gulped. “I was visiting my sister over at El Paso. I just returned a couple of hours ago to find this mess.”

Matilde’s shoulders sagged and her expression sagged along with them as well. “Imagine walking almost one click, uphill, and in the middle of the night simply because the man that brought you here is frightened of your husband. And on top of that, you enter into your house only to find a handsome blond man depositing your unresponsive husband on his bed.”

Edward didn't see that coming. He moved away from her face.

“So you really didn't have anything to do with all this?" he asked after he sat on his hind legs.

Matilde shook her head and said, “Para nada.”

Edward remained silent as he digested the new information.

Matilde swore that she wasn't part of the ploy to swap his body with a cat’s, and so far, he believes her. What this meant is that Don Paco acted alone, and the old bastard went to great lengths into trying to get hold of his body. But...what was so special about his body? His body couldn't perform alchemy and it has seen better days too. So...what was he missing?

He returned his attention to Matilde.

“Where is your husband now? Did he go back to town?”

As Edward asked the new questions it dawned on him that Matilde didn't do anything to stop her husband from leaving.

“Why did you let him go?" he demanded, scowling darkly.

Matilde’s dark eyes took a solemn expression. “Mijo,” she started, “Do you think a shriveled up thing like me could've stopped a stubborn old man while he’s in control of a younger model?”

Edward would've undoubtedly blushed if he'd been in his human body, but because he was trapped a cat’s body, his ears instinctively turned flat against his head.

“No, of course not,” he said softly, his tone almost sounding like an apology.

He then looked back to Don Paco. Without taking his eyes off the comatose man, Edward asked, “Can this—hex, curse—be reversed?”

Matilde crossed her arms in front of her chest as she considered the question.

“Yes, I believe it can be reversed, but you first need to gather everyone who got switched,” she said after a long pause. “You also need a Sanguine Star to power-up the spell.”

“A Sanguine Star? But of course...” Edward sneered. Of course the bastard used his Philosopher’s Stone!

“Is something the matter?” Matilde asked. “Your tail is puffing.”

Edward ignored that. “I'm going after your husband,” he said instead.

Looking at Don Paco's body one more time, he added, “I don't know yet how I'm going to do it but I'm going to drag his sorry ass back here and I'll make him put everything back the way it was.”

Edward waited for Matilde to object; she didn't. Matilde was keeping to herself, staring at a hand-woven tapestry hanging on the panel closer to her.

Edward thanked her and said that he would be able to find his own way out.

“Edward, wait,” Matilde called when he was about to push through the exit.“Paquito mentioned to me before leaving that he was going to head to Amestris before leaving,” she said.

Edward frowned. “Did he say why?”

Matilde crossed her arms in front of her sagging chest. “He said he had some business to tend to in Resembool.”

“Resembool?”

Edward's ears flattened against his head as a sharp stabbing sensation afflicted his right temporal. He lowered to the floor, wincing in pain.

“Guess what, cano? I'm going to your hometown to meet your girl! I bet she'll be so happy to see me—I meant to say, ‘you’.” A raucous cackle. ”I wonder how her lips taste like?” An even louder cackle. ”I wonder how she tastes like?—get my drift?”

“What the hell was that?" he grimaced.

Matilde didn't see or hear him, she was heading to the window when his head started hurting.

Matilde pushed on the window cover and peered outside. Rose gold was starting mingle with the indigo of the night, giving the sky the appearance of a graded watercolor wash.

Edward hissed. This time, Matilde heard him.

She turned to Edward. “Did you say something?”

“My head—” Edward began but the pain forced him to stop.

Matilde studied him. “Migraine is a side effect of the drug. Paquito gave some to Domingo, it's part of the ritual.” She studied him some more then said, “You just had a moment of recall, didn't you?”

Edward nodded, it was all he could do at the moment.

Matilde offered him a sympathetic smile. “It'll wear off soon, I promise.” She added, “I don't know if you will remember everything but you should be able to remember what happened up until the moment Paquito did the switch with Domingo.”

“Matilde, I—" he suffered another stab in his temporal.

“You should've gone all the way with her when you had the chance, cano.”

Edward shook his head, then looked at Matilde. “I gotta go.”

He pushed with his head the fabric covering the entrance to the hut. He was already halfway out when he decided to go back into the hut.

“Is there anything else I need to know?" he asked expectantly.

Matilde brought a hand to her chin. “Well, your mind and soul are residing in the body of a cat so I guess that means that you'll need to get accustomed to being a cat.”

Edward gave her a flat glare; he wasted precious seconds on something he could've figured out on his own.

He turned around to leave, but Matilde wasn't finished speaking.

“Most people aren't in-tune with Gaea. What this means is that they won't be able to understand a word you say. All they will hear is you meowing. No one likes a cat that meows too much so try to keep your it to a minimum.”

“Thanks, I'll keep that in mind,” Edward said then turned around once again and left the hut for good. . . . Edward sprinted back to town as fast as his new body could muster.

There was no time to spare, he needed to find Don Paco at all costs. Because that bastard needed to pay dearly for what he'd done.

#fmabb17 #fma #fmab #story update #reblog please #fmachallenges

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can i kindly ask for kovic fluff?

Hope this fits your expectations! I have to admit, haven’t written Kovic in a while, so my apologies if it isn’t quite 100% accurate characterization. 

Pairing: Kovic/readerWarnings: Idk there might be some swears? It’s all pretty cute

You knew from the moment you woke up that morning that itwasn’t going to be “just another day at the office.”

You could feel the tug of excitement from Adam as soon asyou were conscious enough to feel the sun on your face and hear your alarmblaring next to your head. Even though you and Adam now worked together as wellas being together-together, there were days like these where one of you wouldwake up and the other would be long gone, needing to go in early for somethingor other. And days like today, where Adam decided/needed to go in early and you had an appointment with yourdoctor.

Didn’t mean it didn’t suck waking up to an empty bed.

You snatched up your phone as you rolled out of bed, sendinga quick “why are you so giddy thismorning?” as you shuffled into the bathroom. You phone rang while you werebrushing your teeth.

“Gooood morning!” Youheard as soon as you accepted the call. You made a noise of affirmation andthen quickly spit and rinsed.

“You going to answer my question or not, Kovic?” You askedgood-humoredly while you fixed your hair.

“What, Kovic, I can’tjust be happy and excited to see you when you get here? I can’t love my wife?” Hesaid, mock-offended, and you could picturehis aghast expression and hand pressed dramatically to his chest.

“Not with that attitude.” You heard Adam huff dramatically.

“Fine. I have asurprise for you, my lovely, beautiful wife and co-worker. But that’s allyou’re getting out of me, missy.” He finally admitted, and you did a mentalcheer as you finished up in the bathroom and headed towards the front door.

“Well, your lovely, beautiful wife and co-worker is ready todrive to work now, so I gotta go. See you soon, love you!” You chirped, Adamparroting the sentiment back to you before the line went dead.

You and Adam had been together for a long time – pre-FH,actually – but you had only recently quit your old job and joined the team asan editor and coordinator. For the past six months, you’ve relished in beingable to see Adam during the day as well as at night, but the result of you bothworking long hours and Adam having to fly to Austin semi-frequently meant thatthe two of you hadn’t had a lot of “[Y/N] and Adam hanging out alone time.”

Not that you minded. You were legitimately fine with thetrade-off. Your old job had been so far away that you would be leaving beforeAdam got up and by the time you got home, it would be dark and all you’d wantto do was sleep. So you at least got to see him more often.

You immediately knew that Adam had colluded with yourco-workers when you walked into the office after your appointment and Jamesimmediately yelled “Shhh!” whileBruce slapped a hand over Lawrence’s mouth. Adam was nowhere to be seen.

“So, he’s got all y’all in on this, has he?” You asked,raising one eyebrow incredulously.

Everyone in the room shook their heads simultaneously. Itwas actually kind of creepy, like the twins from the Shining multipliedby…well, a number bigger than two.

(Peake had his back to you and was editing, so he missed outon the head-shaking, but you were positive that Matt was the first person Adamtold).

“Alright, then. Should I go find my husband, or should Ilike, actually do my job?”

Bruce opened his mouth, but Elyse beat him to it, “Go findthe man, [Y/N]. It’s a slow day.” She insisted, and while you saw Bruce giveher a Look that screamed what the fuckare you talking about, you smiled at her and nodded, heading her advice.

Elyse was probably a better judge than any of the boys aboutwhat you should be doing in regards to Adam, anyway.

You started off on your hunt for Adam, checking in with theBungalow Boys, stairwells, other offices that housed people you had never seenbefore in your entire life – nothing.

You were about to give up when you got a text.

[From: Adam 11:30:25AM]Gotta go up 😉

You sighed and trudged up the stairs until there were nomore stairs left, and you saw that the door to the roof was propped open.

“Adam?” You called out, pushing the door open and steppingonto the roof, being careful that the block was still holding the door open(didn’t want to get stuck up here, did we now? No. That’d be shitty).

The roof was rather large, but sitting right in front of youwas some sort of large air…conditioning…thing? You skirted around it as it madea couple of weird thumping noises and almost missed Adam’s “Ta-da!” and matching pose.

Adam was standing in the middle of what looked like a TikiBar. There were torches with fake fire and gaudy multi-colored ball lightsstrung in between them. Two beach chairs were situated on one side of a kiddiepool, a wicker table placed between them. There was an open cooler with beerbottles stuck in it and three rubber duckies dressed like cats bobbed gently inthe pool.

“What is all this?” You asked, walking into his open armsand giving him a hug before he could respond.

“Well,” He started while you kissed his jaw a couple times,“I wanted to do something special, but there were no occasions coming up orjust past that warranted it. Then Peake reminded me of that Tiki Bar like, wentto almost every night. And I love you.”

“Aww, Adam, it’s perfect.” You cheered, giving him a sweetkiss. He ushered you into one of the chairs, helping you pull off your shoesand socks and instructing you to set your feet in the pool. He ducked behindyou, reappearing moments later, his arms laden with takeout from your favoritefast-food place.

You knew you two had to go back to work eventually, but yourelished this moment, holding your husband’s hand as the two of you chowed downand enjoyed each other’s company in relative silence.

Yeah, it was kind of tough sometimes, not having much timeto yourselves, but moments like this made it worth it.

#prompts #rt reader insert #hausofinserts #replies #slight soulmate au references

[itskimtaehyung]

Always Pt. 3: Lie (M)

Trailer | Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five (coming soon!)

It appears the tables have turned...

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5,690

Content/Warnings: Smut, Violence, Major Character Death, not nearly as graphic as part 1 though.

Summary: 

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

You woke up with his strong arms around you, feeling safe and secure. Jungkook always had the ability to make you feel that way. His body and his warmth was like home. A tough shelter from the unrelenting storm outside. It had always felt this way, ever since you were teenagers. And you were glad you still felt this way, even after all you had been through together. 

You pressed yourself closer to him, feeling his morning hardness poking into your back. He groaned and gripped you tighter, moving his hips to rub himself against you. You giggled at his neediness and turned your body around to face him. You were startled by what you saw.

Jimin. His jet black hair draped over his eyes, which were still half closed. His plush pink lips moved closer toward yours until there was no distance between them. He kneaded his lips with yours and pushed your mouth open with his tongue. You were suddenly jolted back to reality, remembering how Jimin had been sleeping over every night for the last two weeks. How Jungkook was still gone and you hadn't heard from him in more than two months, and hadn't seen him in more than a year. Jimin gripped your hips harder and rubbed his erection between your legs as his tongue swirled around yours. He moaned groggily into your mouth. "Jimin..." you croaked. It was hard to talk with his lips pressed against yours. "Mmm?" His mouth moved into the crevice of your neck. "Don't you have to get going?" You couldn't help the moan that escaped from your throat at that moment as he sucked on the most sensitive part of your neck. "No. It's Sunday and I have nothing planned. We can spend all day in bed if you want to,” he said, nipping at your earlobe.

“Mmmm. Okay,” you hummed, grinding yourself harder into his crotch.

Jimin then pulled you on top of him so that you sat in his lap, pushing himself up so that his lips met yours.

“Mmmmm,” you moaned as he gently tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth.

You moved your hips in circular motions, grinding his erection against your clit.

“Babe, what are you waiting for?” he mumbled into your mouth.

With that you took off your shirt and shorts, and pulled down Jimin’s boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.

“You want to be on top this time, baby?”

You nodded.

Sex with Jimin was quite different from sex with Jungkook. With Jungkook, it was more slow and sensual, oftentimes loving and gentle, with no real dominant between the two of you. With Jimin, however, he was usually quite aggressive and demanding in bed, completely opposite of his gentle, caring personality he had everywhere else. Even when he let you be on top to give you some semblance of dominance, he controlled you from underneath, sometimes going so hard you felt like you were going to break. But he always made sure you came first, and gave you plenty of soft cuddles afterwards.

You positioned yourself over his length and sat down slowly. Jimin moaned with his lips against your collarbone as he entered you. You placed your hands on his bare chest and swiftly pushed him until he lay back on the pillows.

“Mmm,” he hummed. “We’re feeling a little feisty this morning aren't we, baby girl?” That was another thing you liked about Jimin: the little pet names he gave you that always managed to turn you on.

He sharply thrusted up into you to remind you who was in control. You cried out in response to his roughness.

“You like that, darling?” He smirked at you.

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, Jimin.”

As soon as Jungkook landed, he got into a cab and went straight home. It had been more than a year since he'd seen you, and he couldn't wait to have you back in his arms.

He felt terrible for not calling in the last couple of months, but the circumstances just wouldn't allow it. He hoped you would forgive him. He would do anything for you to forgive him.

He didn't call when he left or when he landed because he wanted to surprise you. It was around 9am on a Sunday, so you would probably still be asleep in bed anyway. Oh, how he couldn't wait to get home and get into bed with you and envelope you in his love. Unfortunately, you had other plans.

When he unlocked the front door to his house in the first time in so long, he was hit with the familiar scent that he couldn't describe as anything besides home. He took a deep breath, briefly basking in it, before dropping his bag by the door and rushing up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with you.

He thought everything would be quiet. He thought you would still be asleep. But as he got closer he heard… Moaning? Screaming?

He approached the bedroom door, slowly pushing it open, afraid of what he’d see on the other side.

What he saw was you. Naked. Having sex with some other man. His eyes left your body and locked with the man beneath you.

Jimin.

Neither Jimin nor Jungkook broke their gaze. Jimin gave Jungkook a smug smile as Jungkook stared him down with a straight face, pretending that he didn't care that the other man was fucking his wife.

Suddenly Jimin started quickening his pace, which had his intended effect on you.

“Ah! Jimin! Right there! Yes! Yes!” You cried out, so consumed in chasing your orgasm that you didn't notice your husband entering the room or the staring contest that was going down between him and Jimin.

“You like that, kitten?”

Jungkook almost threw up a little at the pet name.

“Yes, Jimin!”

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?”

“Yes! Yes! Jimin, yes! Ah, Jimin!” You screamed as you came.

Not long after, Jimin came too, squirting his hot seed into you, coating your walls and making the area between your legs slick and sticky.

"Did you like that?" Jimin smirked, rubbing your ass with his hand as you planted kisses along his jawline. You thought he was talking to you, so you replied, "Mmm yes very much." You hadn’t come that hard since– "I've been waiting for you Jungkookie." You jolted upright and turned around, finding your husband standing the the doorway. You immediately pushed yourself off of Jimin, trying to wrap yourself in the covers to hide your shame. You were speechless, unable to form words in your head as Jungkook just stared at you, his face emotionless and his mouth formed into a straight line. "I hope you enjoyed the view. Did you like watching me cum inside your wife Jungkookie? How long has it been since you've done that?" You were suddenly hyper aware of the stickiness that was now starting to drip its way out of you. You were now nauseous at the thought of Jimin's semen inside of you and tried to hide your grimace under the blanket. Jungkook's expression didn't change, but you could see the twitch in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. "Or how about when she screamed my name as she came? Did you like that?" That devious smile didn't leave his face.

Jimin got out of bed. Thankfully he had the decency to put on some boxers before walking over to Jungkook. Your husband balled his fists at his sides as he watched the man walk over to him.

Jimin frowned at Jungkook’s lack of response. “What’s the matter Jungkookie? Are you that surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?”

“Why the hell are you here?” Jungkook asked through gritted teeth.

“Now, now. Is that any way to talk to your hyung?” Your stomach turned when Jimin’s playful smile returned.

“Why the hell are you here?” Jungkook repeated.

“Because, Jungkookie, you still owe me. I was sick of waiting for you. So I decided to come find you myself.” The older man stepped a little closer, but Jungkook didn’t move. The man’s face was merely inches from the other. You could tell Jimin was squaring his shoulders, trying to size your husband up, even though he was a little bit shorter. “I found out where your wife works. You know, I have my ways…” He said in a low voice. “Got myself a job there, got close to her, got her to invite me into your home… into your bed.”

It was like he was a completely different person. Not the kind, polite, caring man that you had gotten to know over the past year. Was it all an act?

You were amazed at how Jungkook was maintaining control over his emotions right now, because you were disgusted, having just found out your were being used this entire time…

Yes, it’s true. You used Jimin, too. But what he used you for was far worse than what you used him for. You just wanted a good fuck, something to distract you from missing Jungkook. And Jimin was there… And available. He on the other hand, was using you to– what?– get revenge on your husband? You didn’t even know exactly why he was using you, since Jungkook still hasn’t told you exactly what happened last year. You just knew that it was much more devious than what you were using him for, and probably much more illegal.

“And I waited, bid my time, got a few good screws out of her in the meantime.” Jimin turned around to wink at you. Bile crept up your throat. “I waited because I knew you would come back eventually. I knew you loved her. It took you longer than I expected, though. But it’s okay. I learned a lot in that time. For example…” Jimin quirks one of his eyebrows. “I learned that maybe your wife doesn’t love you as much as she had you believe. I mean, she slept with me didn’t she? Even though you two are technically still married? I really hope that changes, though. I would really love to keep her.”

At that moment, Jungkook lunged for Jimin, knocking him off his feet. You flinched as your husband’s fist connected with the other man’s jaw. Jimin tilted his head to the side, spitting out dark red blood all over your cream colored carpet. Although Jimin was smaller, he was, unfortunately, a lot stronger. He was able to easily push Jungkook off of him. You started to think that he let Jungkook punch him, let him have a little fun, before he showed Jungkook who was really the stronger out of the two.

The older man stood up, hovering above the younger, who was still stunned at the sudden force that knocked him on his side. Jimin took advantage of this momentary disadvantage and brought his foot straight into Jungkook’s ribcage.

Jungkook could do nothing but take the blows from his attacker. He saw Jimin’s foot about to make contact with his head, and braced himself for impact. But instead, he heard a sharp hiss before Jimin crumpled to the ground. His view was blocked by Jimin’s body. Despite the pain in his abdomen, he forced himself to sit up.

His heart stopped.

He looked up to see you kneeling on the bed, now wearing one of his white t-shirts. Your body trembled, eyes widened in fear. Your hands shook as you held the gun he had given you, still pointed in his direction. The only sound in the room was both of your breathing, quick and ragged.

Jungkook groaned as he stood up. One of his ribs was definitely fractured. He strenuously made his way over to the bed, trying to ignore the pain that shot through his body with every step he took. When he reached you, he stood, waiting for you to react. However, you were still in the same position, trembling, your eyes still fixed on the point where the bullet entered Jimin’s head.

He carefully reached over and pried the gun from your hands. Your eyes never left Jimin.

He now lay facedown on the floor of your room. Bright red blood flowing out of his bullet wound and staining the pale carpet. Jungkook was glad you couldn’t see the other side of Jimin from this angle, because when he was still on the floor, he was face to face with him. Jimin’s eyes were still open, wide in the split second realization that he had been shot, frozen in that expression as the life left his body. With Jimin facing him that close, Jungkook expected to feel his breath on him, but there was nothing. Just a lifeless corpse with the remnants of the person who once occupied it.

He set the gun back into the bedside drawer and sat down by your side. “Y/N,” he uttered.

You didn’t move.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He stared at you, waiting for a response. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. “Please, say something,” he urged.

“Is– Is he dead?” You stammered.

Jungkook sighed and lowered his gaze to his hands, which were resting in his lap. “Yes, he’s dead.”

Finally, you turned towards him. Your brows were furrowed and your eyes were watering. You no longer looked scared. Now you looked worried.

The second Jungkook’s eyes met yours, you broke down. Sobs wracked your body as you collapsed into him. He caught you in his strong arms, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you.

“Are you sure?” You managed through your tears. “Go check to make sure!”

Jungkook looked at the large pool of blood on the carpet, and the hole in Jimin’s head from which it came.

“Yes, Y/N. I’m sure,” he replied with false calmness.

You shook your head. “No! No he’s not! Because if he is, that would– that would mean I killed him.”

“Y/N…”

Your uncontrollable sobs turned into screams at the realization of what you had done. “I killed him! I killed him… I killed him…”

Jungkook rocked you back and forth in his lap. “Shhhh shh shhh. Don’t worry, babe. It’s okay,” he reassured. “It’ll all be okay.”

“No! It won’t! You said that after what happened with Taehyung! But it was not okay! I was never okay after that!” After a pause you whispered, “Do we have to do that again?”

Jungkook shook his head, even though you couldn’t see it. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

He let you stay there, curled up in his lap, for a little longer before getting up.

You didn’t know how, and frankly you didn’t want to know how, but Jungkook took care of it. You spent the rest of that day traumatized out of your mind, laying in bed and staring at the stain that Jimin left on the carpet.

Later that night, when Jungkook had finished and there was no longer a dead body in the room or a stain in the bedroom floor, he showered and crawled into bed next to you. You were lying on your side, staring off into nothing. You were looking at the wall, but all you could see was the bullet going through Jimin’s head. That moment played over and over in your mind.

Jungkook lay beside you, pressing his body into the crevices of yours, cradling you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“There's a drawer full of Jimin’s clothes in your old dresser,” you told him, not daring to turn around to meet his eyes.

He wrapped an arm around you, holding onto you tightly. “I’ll take care of it in the morning.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. The words were barely a whisper. “You haven’t called in months. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back. I was just… Lonely…”

“Has he been sleeping over a lot?” You expected his voice to sound angry, but instead was gentle, laced with curiosity and concern.

You thought about what to tell him, whether you should tell him the truth or tell him a version of the story that would hurt him less. You decided there was no point in lying to him. “A couple of weeks ago I kissed him in a bar and we came back here together. He's been staying over every night since then.”

You heard Jungkook sigh and felt his chest rise up and down against your back. “Did you love him?” He didn't think you did, but he wanted to hear you say it yourself.

You jolted to the side, half turning toward his face which was right next to yours. You wanted him to see your face so he would know you're not lying. “No! Of course not! I only love you, you have to know that.”

“I do know that,” he murmured burying his face into the crook of your neck. “And I understand. It wasn’t fair of me to leave like that… You deserve better.”

“I do, but that doesn’t make me love you any less.” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. Jungkook pressed a kiss on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. You could feel his crotch rubbing against your lower back as he did so. “Not right now.” You told him.

“I know.” He sighed. “I just want to be closer to you.”

You rolled over the rest of the way until you faced him. Once you were eye to eye with your husband, you brought a hand up and let it rest on his cheek. He closed his eyes, relishing in your tender touch.

“I missed you so much,” you said.

“I missed you, too,” he replied, his eyes still closed.

“Jungkook…” Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at you expectantly. You knew it was kind of a sudden change in topic, but you had to ask. The question had been gnawing away at your brain ever since… what happened with Jimin. “Who is Jimin and how does he know you? Is he connected to all of this?”

Jungkook sighed and simply replied, “I’ll be able to tell you everything. Very soon. Just not right now.”

You could see the sadness and pain in his expression, so you didn’t press him further. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. “I understand,” you mumbled into the fabric of his t-shirt. He let out a soft groan as you squeezed his rib a little too hard, but you were not going to let him go.

You fell asleep like this. And you were relieved to find Jungkook still curled up against you when you woke up.

You called in sick for the next week. You just couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed. The nightmares were starting all over again. This time with both Taehyung and Jimin. You found yourself waking up screaming every night, heart pounding and covered in a thin film of sweat. Every night Jungkook held you and whispered sweet reassurances in your ear until you fell back asleep.

You couldn't take too much time off work though, since Jungkook hadn't found a job yet so you were the one supporting the two of you. When you returned, you found that Jimin was the subject of office gossip. People were saying he quit and found a better job in a fancy new office building downtown. Since you were gone, too, others thought that maybe the two of you had skipped town and eloped. But when you returned to work and Jimin was still gone, they realized that wasn't the case.

On your first day back, you got a note from the secretary that Seokjin had asked to see you in his office. You walked in, ready to apologize for missing so much work.

“Good morning, President Seokjin. Have you eaten yet?” You said as you took a seat across from him.

“Yes, yes, Y/N. Good morning. How are you faring?” He greeted you warmly.

“I've been good. Just had a bit of the flu last week.” You had no reason to be nervous, yet your hands still fidgeted in your lap.

“Y/N, I called you in here because I wanted to talk about Jimin. I knew you two were sleeping together.”

“Oh, um, yes, sir. But the last time I checked, there was no policy against dating coworkers.”

“Yes, that's correct, but that's not why I wanted to talk about him.”

“Oh?” Your palms started sweating, and you felt the room getting hotter. Now, you had something to be nervous about.

“Jimin and I have been… Let’s say we’ve been business partners for a long time.”

“Oh.”

“When he asked me to work here, I was a bit confused at first. I mean why would someone who made a lot of money… um… elsewhere, want to work in a modest company like this one? He told me that he needed something from you, and I was a little worried because I knew he also did business with your husband. However, I owed him a favor, so I agreed.” He shifted forward in his seat. “But Y/N, I know he’s a dangerous man, I know what he’s capable of, so you have to believe me when I say that I feared for your safety when I found out that you had been sleeping with him.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, but how did you find out?”

“That’s not important,” he replied sternly. “What’s important is that you’re okay. You’re not hurt, right?”

“No, sir. He did not try to hurt me.” But he did try to hurt your husband.

“I’m relieved to hear that. Even though what happened between you two happened outside of the office, I still feel responsible for your well being since I’m the one that brought him in here.”

“Thank you for your concern, President Kim.” You began to get up from your seat when your boss held a hand out to stop you.

“Wait, I have a few more questions.”

You nodded and sat back down. “Yes, sir. Ask away.”

“What happened to Jimin?” He asked.

You froze, unsure of how much you should tell him. “Uhh– Um,” you stammered.

“I ask this because he just stopped showing up here last week without saying anything to me. I just assumed he got whatever he wanted when he came here.” You simply nodded and said nothing. “What did he want?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding Seokjin’s gaze as you tried to come up with an answer. However, your thoughts were drowned out with the sound of your thundering heart. Your mind drew a blank.

“I can see you’re overthinking it. Come on, you can tell me,” he coaxed. “I’ve done some pretty questionable, and dare I say, downright illegal things in the past. And if anything bad happened between you two, trust me, although I’ve worked with Jimin in the past, I am on your side. If you did something bad, I won’t say anything to anyone, okay?”

You nodded. Your voice was quiet and trembling when you spoke and you chose your words carefully. “Jimin was using me… To– to I guess get back at Jungkook for something. An–and Jungkook came back when Jimin was at home with me. And they got into… an altercation.” You looked around to make sure no one outside was listening in, even though you knew these glass walls were soundproof.

“Mhm,” Seokjin nodded and leaned back in his chair.

“And somehow, Jimin was able to get the upper hand on Jungkook and Jimin was kicking him and hurting him, and I thought he was going to kill him. And before Jungkook left, he gave me a– a gun. He told me to keep it next to me when I sleep.” You noticed Seokjin’s brows knitting together, like he knew what was coming next. “So… so I took the gun out of the drawer in the night stand and… and I shot him. I shot Jimin.” You hadn’t realized that you hadn’t breathed this whole time and nearly choked as you gasped for air. Seokjin stood up, ready to come over to you if you needed help, but you held your hand out to stop him. “I’m fine. I’m fine,” you tell him.

“Y/N… I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He looked truly concerned for you. But then suddenly, he started laughing. Softly at first, but then it grew louder as he went on.

You were scared, scared that maybe your boss was crazy. Maybe this had all been a trap to get you to admit what you had done, and now that you have… Oh, god.

To your relief, instead of telling you that, he simply said, “I’m so glad that bastard’s dead.”

Your jaw dropped, and you were left speechless.

“He was a horrible, horrible man. He threatened my family on numerous occasions. For a long time I lived in fear because of him. But he was also a very powerful man, so no one could do anything about him. He had more enemies than friends, but his friends were also extremely loyal, and would kill anything and anybody to ensure his safety. I can’t believe you were the one who finally offed him.” Then the smile left his face, replaced by a grimace. “Oh, but you must be so traumatized. That’s why you took last week off,” he said, connected the pieces of your story together.

“Yeah I was a little shaken up at first. You know, it being my first time taking someone else’s life and all.” You simulated nonchalance, thinking that if you pretended like it didn’t affect you, maybe it would stop bothering you. “But it wasn’t my first time seeing a dead body. Or that much blood for that matter,” you admitted. You didn’t know why you were telling him all this. You guessed it was because you needed to talk to someone, but Jungkook still wasn’t ready to open up to you yet.

Seokjin just sat there, staring at you. This time he was the one left speechless.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to say anything, you tried to move on with the conversation. “Is he part of the mafia or something?” you asked.

He snapped out of his daze. “Not exactly,” he replied. “Did your husband ever tell you anything?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands, which were still trembling in your lap. “No,” you admitted. “He keeps saying he’ll tell me everything soon, but that hasn’t happened yet.”

“Hm. Well, I think it’s best you hear it from him. He was tangled in with them more recently than I was, so I think he has better insight.”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The CEO took a deep breath. “Well, that’s all I have to ask you, Y/N. Is there anything else you have to say?”

You shake your head.

“Ah, alright then. I’ll leave you to get back to work.”

“Thank you, President Kim.” You stood from your seat and bowed.

“Oh and, Y/N?” He called to you on your way out.

“Yes, sir?”

“If you need to take some more time off to recover, feel free to do so. I’ll even pay you for it.”

“That’s alright, sir. I feel like I should work on some stuff, to distract myself and try to forget.”

“Yes, I understand. Thank you for your time this morning, Y/N.”

“Yes, of course, President.”

You were still trembling as you left his office. You couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling you had as you sat down at your desk and examined the stack of papers in front of you. You hoped that it wouldn’t take as long as last time to recover.

Later that day Hyolyn invited you to eat lunch with her in the company cafe to catch up. Normally you would just stuff a sandwich down your throat at your desk, but you missed her company. You wanted to get back on track, and socializing with your friends was the first step in doing so.

“It's a shame what happened to Jimin. He was cute.” Hyolyn said, twirling her fork around in a bowl of pasta.

You tried to avoid saying anything that would suggest you knew more than anyone else. “Yeah. He left so suddenly. I guess he didn't want to stay here.”

Hyolyn leaned over the table and whispered. “No, I know you killed him.”

Your heart stopped. How could Hyolyn know? She couldn't possibly unless… She couldn't possibly be working for Jimin, too, could she? You tried to hide your fear as you replied, “What? What are you talking about?”

“You know, with your magical seduction skills. I know you two were sleeping together. I guess finally he couldn't handle your amazing bedroom tricks and his soul ascended to heaven.” She winked at you.

“Hyolyn!” You exclaimed, shocked by her crudeness. “We’re at work!”

“So? We're on lunch break. And it's not like we've never talked about sex at work before.” She nonchalantly takes a bite of her linguine. “Seriously though, what happened to him? Did he say anything to you?”

“I think it was because Jungkook came back. Quite unexpectedly actually. He walked in on us,” you replied, trying to sound casual.

“Like, he walked in on you or he walked in on you?”

Instead of answering you just looked at her until it clicked in her brain. “Oh, oh. And you didn't tell me? Why not?” You hadn't told her because you were still trying to get over the trauma of it all. And you didn't know how to tell anyone what happened without talking about the fact that you straight up murdered Jimin.

“I guess I’m still a little shaken up is all.” You stirred your spoon around in your soup.

“What did Jungkook do?”

“He was strangely calm about it. He didn't say anything at first; I didn't even notice him there. But then Jimin saw him and immediately stopped. Jungkook called him a few profanities and then chased him out.” Yeah, that seemed like a pretty convincing story. “I guess Jimin felt weird about working here after that and quit.”

“Yeah I would too.” She took a sip of her water. “Wait so Jungkook is back?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you were out all last week?” Her tone didn’t suggest anything sexual. It just sounded like she was being a concerned friend.

“I guess you could say that.” You avoided her gaze, choosing to stare into your tomato bisque instead, which, to be honest, wasn’t any better. It looked too much like blood. Like Jimin’s blood. And Taehyung’s. God, even after you tried so hard to forget, you still thought about Taehyung.

“And he’s staying? Even after catching you with Jimin?” Hyolyn asked, thankfully breaking you out of your reverie.

“Yeah, he said he didn't blame me, since he was the one who left. And he knows I didn't love Jimin or anything.” You cautiously took a sip of your soup, trying to hide your grimace.

“But do you still love him? Jungkook I mean?”

“Of course. I never stopped loving him. I was mad at him for a little bit because he was gone, but I still love him.”

“Wow, you guys are like, couple goals. I want that kind of unconditional love like you guys.”

“Don't worry, you’ll find it.” You sighed and pushed back your chair. “I’m going to get back to work. I was nice catching up with you.”

“Wait! But you barely ate!”

“I guess my appetite hasn’t completely returned yet after having the flu.” You smiled at her.

“The flu? You never said anything about the flu.”

You froze. That’s right. You told her you were out last week because Jungkook came back. It was Seokjin who you told you had the flu. Jesus, how did you expect to do this if you can’t even lie properly.

“Mhm. Yes. That’s right,” you said distractedly. “The flu. I had the flu. Which was also why I was out last week. Not just because of Jungkook. But because of the flu.”

“Y/N… Are you alright? You’re acting kind of weird…”

“What? Yes! Of course I’m alright! I’m just recovering. From the flu.” Not able to bear staying there a second longer, you grabbed your tray and dashed toward the door, dropping it off at the trash can on your way out. Before returning to your desk, you stopped by the bathroom. Again, you checked if the stalls are empty before locking the door behind you.

You stared at yourself in the mirror.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N, you thought to yourself. Get yourself together. If you want to convince people that you are absolutely not a murderer, you gotta act like it.

You splashed some cold water on your face before exiting the restroom. On your way out you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror again.

But you are one.

“Hey, you’re home. I missed you,” Jungkook greeted you as you entered your bedroom. He sat on the bed, with his laptop on his lap, typing away.

“Hey, babe. What did you do all day?” You set your purse down at the vanity and sat on the bed next to him. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before snuggling your head in between his neck and shoulder, being careful not to put too much pressure on his healing rib.

He smiled at you. “I’ve just been fixing up my resume, looking for jobs, practicing…”

“Practicing what?” You lifted your head up so you could see his face.

“Y/N…”

His serious tone confused you. “Hmm?” You sat up to face him.

“Y/N, I think it’s time to tell you everything.”

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Cat-astrophe. (John’s P.O.V.)

A part three nobody asked for ~C

The door opens at five later in the afternoon and I freeze from wringing my hands together, rising to my feet. Salem sits up beside me from his napping position, stretching and ears standing at attention. Sabrina steps through with a smile as she places down her bag. "Hey, what are you up to? Been waiting for me?" I swallow, trying hard to spit the words out. I had to get this over with. "I need to tell you something," I mutter, my tone urgent and guilty. She shrugs out of her jacket and raises an eyebrow. "What happened." "I...I-I fucked up." Her face falls. "What's wrong? Is Salem okay?" "Yeah, he's, I think, I just-" She shakes her head and glides over, her hand resting on my cheek. They were soft and comforting. "John, just tell me. I wont be mad." My lip quivers and I sit back down to steel myself. Salem's fur brushes against my arm as he shifts closer, laying in my side. "I-I took Salem outside and I went in the pool, y'know to still keep an eye on him, and he was sitting right there and he...h-he fell in." Her eyes widen and her lips part, not saying a word at first. It didn't make the pill any easier. "John-" "I was only underwater f-for like five seconds," I panic, pushing my hand through my hair. "I got him out right away, I was close-" "Hey, it's okay," she whispers. She looks over at him, holding her hand out. "He's okay, that's what matters. Is he acting strange, convulsions or bumping into things, anything like that?" I shake my head. "N-No, I dont think so. I wrapped him in a blanket and gave him some milk and a bit of food and he seemed alright." "Okay. That's good." I clench my jaw, resting my head in my hands, hunched over miserably. "I feel like such a shithead." "It wasn't your fault-" "But it was my fault! I was fucking with him, I backed away from the edge so he couldn't come near me a-and when I heard that-that sound I just...fuck." Sabrina rubs my back, her thumb pressing gently into my skin in attempt to relax me. "It was an accident, baby. Youre his hero. You saved him." "Im the one that caused this," I argue. How could she not be angry with me? She smiles softly and looks down. "He doesn't see it that way." I look over, to where he was sliding in beneath my arm and crawling onto my leg, his nose prodding my knuckles. My throat tightens and I scratch his head softly, hating myself for thinking that disregarding him was a good idea. He wouldnt have fallen in if I hadnt provoked him. "It's my fault," I whimper weakly. "I think he was trying to come in after me, I-" "John," Sabrina says in that soft, nurturing, gentle voice. "You care about him. You didn't mean for it to happen. You did the best you could and acted quickly. Dont beat yourself up for that." Salem slides himself under my palm, purring up a storm and I can't help but feel my lips twitch. He was so much more innocent than I gave him credit for. There had been so much misjudgment at first, yet here I was feeling terrible about almost ending his life. "Well he's still got eight to go right," I mumble, mostly to myself, but I see Sabrina grinning uncontrollably. "You care about him," she muses in an I-Told-You-So manner. I scoff and stand from the couch, leaving Salem to slide off my knee, landing with a flop. "I just didn't wanna be responsible for a dead cat, alright?" Her eyes stay on me while I try but everything to avoid them, knowing she'd look smug. Salem was still laying on the couch looking up at me expectantly. I was tempted to pick him up but that would be admitting defeat. "I should get him to bed," I mutter as an excuse. "He's had a long day and I can't tell if he's still cold. Can cats get colds?" She chuckles as she watches me scoop him up, keeping her comments to herself. She probably already knew that I was getting attached to this cat, but she didn't dare say anything about it. Taking him upstairs, I fix Salem a thick layer of blankets in his small bed, before hesitantly adding one of my pillows. "You're gonna need a lot of warmth tonight," I mutter as he watches me work from the bed. I place his bed on the ground by my side and sigh. "Alright, sleep. C'mon, down." His big, round eyes blink up at me. "Salem," I coerce, patting my knee and pointing towards the bed. "Sleep. Bed." He rolls on his back and meows, licking his paw. God fucking dammit, you cute piece of shit. "Fine, I grumble, picking up the basket like bed and placing it on the night stand firmly. "There. Better?" He rolls onto his stomach again, looking over at it blankly, as if it were some light on the wall he was waiting on to move. Impatient, I pick him up with one hand and drop him on the layer of blankets, lifting the corners around him so he was swaddled like a cocoon. No way he wouldn't be comfortable in it. I wanted to see him leave that bed. I wanted that bed. Seb finds me upstairs while she fuddles with some earrings, humming and smiling softly before joining me by the bedside. "You really are cute when you try to deny your paternal instincts." "Fuck off," I murmur, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer, prompting her to do the opposite of what I said. Her lips brush against mine and I feel the room fade away a little bit, nothing else but her mattering. Except the furball in the corner in the room demanding attention for itself. Laughing it off, Seb and I climb into bed, her body folding into mine as we drifted off to sleep. I could feel my eyes growing heavier and my mind in and out of consciousness, caught between the feeling of wanting to memorize this moment with her and the ethereal feeling of sleep. It was altogether blissful. I hear a rustling and my pillow dipping strangely beneath me. I look over groggily to see the silhouette of Salem, his eyes gleaming in the dark. He freezes when he senses me look over, but continues on when I do nothing. I ignore the soft pricks on my arm from his nails, moving into the crook and settling in there, purring as the warmth radiates off of him.   I drop my head back down, too comfortable and out of it to do anything about him. Besides, he was soft and cozy. I bend my arm to pull him up towards my face before closing my eyes and letting sleep take me.

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