#but also the pair that everyone bets will either kill each other/fuck each other/marry each other before the end

[willsimpforazula]

Drabble rabble that got out of hand, I s'pose

So there I was, patiently waiting for Jigokuraku (Hell's Paradise) to air ever since I saw the trailer about a year ago and having just watched the first ep...I thought yeah a Sokkla dynamic would work pretty neato for this AU So here it is ig.....might revisit this AU when at least the anime is done airing but we shall see...the Jigokuraku that nobody asked for but was living in my noggin rent free like a thieving bastard feedback is welcome (except when it comes to sokkla criticism, they are best ship and no, i will not elaborate) ____________

Courtyard

It was supposed to be a standard affair, as far as executions went. Granted, it wasn't every day one got to watch a shinobi get executed. After all, they were supposed to be nigh uncatchable, with their ability to get out of impossible situations attributed to some form of trickery or otherworldly means. That being said, the one now kneeling in front of him clearly used up all his luck and seemed resigned to his fate.

On the other hand, the girl standing in the back with a brush and book in hand puzzled him slightly. She was from the Yamada Clan, of that he was sure, but her reasoning for being there was not revealed to him (not that he cared, of course). Turning his attention back to the execution at hand, he expected the former shinobi's head to be rolling on the ground.

However, what he did not expect was a sigh that could only be interpreted as a bored eye roll as his head remained firmly attached to his neck with nary a scratch. Thinking that he must be hallucinating, the executioner swung his sword over and over again, but instead the blade shattered. Shocked, the judge quickly called off the event and had the prisoner sent back to his cell. Meanwhile, the Yamada Clan girl merely jotted down some observations in her book. ---------

Prison Cell

Why can't I just die?

I don't have anything left to live for.

So why?

Lost in his thoughts, Sokka didn't hear the door open, nor did he look up at his visitor. In fact, he thought of her as a nuisance, a persistent bug much like the mosquitoes who, absent the lack of ability to be squashed by his palms courtesy of his chains, would not stop pestering him with question after question.

"Your name is Sokka, correct?"

"Last I checked it was, I think. Unless you've somehow found a different name that I don't know about."

"You were raised since childhood to be a shinobi, correct? I heard that for every ten boys who undergo the training process, only three make it out alive."

"Your point?"

"Those who survived develop superhuman bodies. Like being able to break blades with your own flesh."

"Big deal. Besides, you and I both know that swordsman was a complete fucking amateur. I didn't even have to use ninjutsu."

"You can use ninjutsu? Could you show me some of your techniques?"

"And here I thought you were here for my good looks. I'm hurt." he replied, making sure to double up on the sarcasm.

"Perhaps in a different life, I suppose. Unfortunately, you do not interest me in the slightest in your current iteration. In any case, you did not answer my question."

"What could ninjutsu from a condemned shinobi possibly be of use to you?"

"Research, I suppose. It's not every day you get the chance to interview a shinobi."

"Nope, not a chance lady. My secrets die with me and that's the end of it."

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The next day…..

"Look, I promise you, I really am not trying to resist. If anything, I wish you'd kill me instead of those half assed jokers."

"Mmm."

"If you're gonna look away, then why not ask the guards to give me a fresh change of clothes?"

When she ignored him, Sokka responded "Oi, I'm talking to you. Didn't your parents teach you to look at someone when they're talking to you?"

"Mmhmm." she replied as she scribbled some more observations in her book.

"And?"

"I'm here to record the events as it unfolds. Your present state of undress is of no concern to me."

"And yet here you are averting your gaze. Afraid of being seduced?"

Choosing to ignore his question, she instead asked "Tell me more about your background."

"Here we go again. For the one hundredth time, I've told you my background isn't interesting."

"I have a job to do."

"Ugh..fine. No wonder you're not engaged yet, I pity the fool who has to marry you."

"My current relationship status is of no concern to you." she replied, a bit too quickly.

"Nailed it." he smirked.

"I swear by the spirits you're just like my bro-never mind. Tell me about your background."

Deciding that her unwittingly letting slip that she had a brother was sufficient exchange for his information, he obliged her.

"To be honest, I don't know much. I was told that the chief killed them and adopted me and my sister. As for dreams, nope, I don't have any. Shinobi like us aren't to concern ourselves with the bigger picture, merely to concern ourselves with the killing of whoever the chief deemed needed to be eliminated."

"I see. Do you know why you were caught?"

"Hmm….it was a set up. I tried to leave and word got out to the chief I suppose. No one can be allowed to leave our village."

Keeping her golden eyes fixed on his, she asked "Why did you try to leave?"

Unfortunately, she did not get an answer, only being met with a long silence. Deciding that she had probably overstayed her welcome, she got up and left.

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A few days later…

Staring at the sky, Sokka busied himself by picking out shapes of clouds in the sky while the magistrate's men worked to attach ropes to his legs to two bulls, whilst the magistrate himself, a rotund bald man with an ego larger than his body size would allow for, cackled with delight as he was worried that news would get back to the shogunate that he was not capable of a performing a simple execution and thus, risk his neck being the one on the chopping block.

Alas, his efforts came to naught as instead, a tug from Sokka's ankles brought the bulls crashing into each other instead of splitting him apart. At this, the magistrate lost his temper and began to bark orders to his men.

"Don't you think it rather strange?" the girl approached him, her now signature notebook and brush in hand poised to record more notes.

"No, why?" Sokka asked

"It seems to me that despite your statements of wanting to die, your actions contradict them. Why would someone with no reason to live, clin-never mind. You never did answer my question the previous day."

"Who gives a shit about your questions, just kill him already!" the magistrate fumed.

Waving her hand, she replied "I'm working."

"What about the-"

"Later. Now, would you answer my question or not?"

"Tsk, so demanding. Fine, whatever."

"I'm listening."

"I was the best shinobi in the entire village. I had his word that my sister would be well taken care of while I remained his best blade. Surprisingly, he kept his word. Still, keeping her ignorant of the wider world for much longer was not an option, as was seeing her married off to some shinobi like me who has only seen the ugliest the world has to offer. That is no way to live. As her only surviving relation, how can I do that to her and still claim to be the protective big brother? I'd be spitting on my parents' grave if I did so.  And so that's how I ended up being captured, set up by the chief who forbade anyone from venturing beyond our village. There you have it. Happy now?"

"Thank you for your answer."

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Later that night….

"Perhaps it's not my place to say, but a young pretty woman like yourself should not get any closer to someone like him." one of the magistrate's men commented as they made their rounds.

"Thanks for your concern, but I can handle myself. I am from the Yamada clan, afterall."

"Do you know his name?"

"Of course, it would be silly if I hadn't. His name is Sokka, former shinobi of Iwagakure."

"I mean his other name. Sokka the Hollow. An emotionless monster, he slew twenty men when he was arrested. Rumour has it that the shinobi of Iwagakure drink some sort of potion of immortality, that's why they are unkillable. That potion comes from Shinsenkyo."

"Potion huh…." she pondered, her golden eyes.

"Forget I spoke such nonsense. In any case, he's a dangerous man and you would be wise to be on guard."

"If he really is as hollow and emotionless as you say he is, then why did he fight back so hard as he did? You don't fight like that, not unless you have something to live for."

A week later…

When the attempt to condemn Sokka to death via boiling oil failed once more, this time with casualties to his own men, the magistrate was on the verge of tears and was about to snatch the sword in his office and either kill Sokka himself or commit seppuku.

"You know, I'm ready any time." she reminded him.

At this, the magistrate's expression changed, as if he had suddenly stumbled upon an epiphany.

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Two days later

"So, what's it going to be this time? Explosives? Poison? Or maybe…a combination of both?" Sokka sarcastically asked as he was escorted to some form of room at the end of a tunnel.

"You'll see."

Entering the room, Sokka saw her seated, her hands resting on her thighs while her face wore an expression of meditation. When she looked up, she untied the ribbon from her shoulder and redid her hair before standing up.

"What is this, are you going to fuck me to death or some shit? This has got to be some sick joke, stop fucking around."

"Oh ho, you think she's just some inspector from the shogunate huh? No, she is no mere inspector, she's a sword tester sent here straight from Edo." As he said this, he could see her draw her katana from her scabbard, her familiarity with the weapon evident.

"She is the executioner Yamada Asaemon Azula. Her family has served the shogun as sword testers and executioners for generations. All of their clansfolk are trained in the art of swordsmanship."

"You-you're an Asaemon?"

"Yes, that is correct. Sokka the Hollow, you said you wished for your execution. Today, I shall grant you that very wish." she answered, her golden eyes narrowing to a singular focus, that being the removal of his head from his body.

Well fuck me to tears, this girl's the real deal, his mind told him. Instinctively, he flexed his his wrists and broke the chains that bound his hands, shattering them into mere firewood.

"Azula-dono, kill him!" the magistrate screeched.

With a lunge, she thrust forward, landing a nick on his neck as he dodged and rolled away to the side.

"Why did you dodge my blow?" Azula asked, her voice quizzical.

"I-" Before he could respond, she leapt at him once more, forcing him to leap away to safety.

Do..Do I really not want to die? Sokka thought to himself, as she took a deep breath and reset herself.

"I've executed many criminals throughout my time. Some put up a brave front, right up till just before their death. Some beg for mercy, others deceive themselves and say they have accepted their fate. Sokka the Hollow, I can sense that the void in your heart is indeed larger than anyone here in this room, of that I am sure. But you still want to live, that I am sure."

At this, memories of his sister flashed into his mind, making him see red. In a flash he snatched a katana from one of the guardsmen and lunged at her before the hapless man knew what had happened.

"Admit it, you kept on living for her." Azula calmly responded, as their blades clashed and gold eyes met blue.

"And yet you lie to my face every single time I visit, telling me that you have no attachments to this world and that you're ready to face death."

"Shut the fuck up! You know nothing about me! Nothing!" he screamed, before launching into a series of vicious strikes that caught her off guard and had her on the defensive, only just being able to parry the multitude of strikes that would have dealt any lesser swordsman a killing blow multiple times over, as echoes of his promise to his sister just before he left on that fateful mission repeated over and over like a broken record.

"LISTEN TO ME, THERE IS A WAY OUT!" she shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Unfurling a scroll, she showed him the decree "This is an official pardon, straight from the shogun himself. With this, you are a free man and are untouchable; not me, the magistrate or your village chief could harm you. On one condition."

"And that is?"

"You will travel to the Underworld and retrieve the Elixir of Immortality."

"What do you mean, travel to the Underworld? Doesn't that mean you'll just kill me? How does that work?"

"No. For centuries there was believed to be a land free from pain and suffering, a land teeming with abundance and joy, far to the southern seas. For centuries sailors and explorers have scoured the far oceans for such a place, and now, they have found it, just as the scripts have described it. There, it seems, one can find this immortal life giving elixir. Many have tried on orders of the shogunate in Edo, but none came back alive. Those that did return, looked barely human at all."

"That sounds like a bunch of mythical bullshit you feed to toddlers."

"That's what I thought too…until I saw the bodies first hand. I came here, looking for candidates with a burning passion to live and skills to back it up. On my way here, I heard that your sister is still in Iwagakure, waiting everyday by the village entrance for you."

"I….."

"One last thing, you will not be going in solo. There are other Asaemon pairs who are also jockeying for a chance at redemption.Thus, I now offer you this choice; accept this mission and win not only freedom for yourself, but also for your sister or die a criminal's death here and now."

"This is ridiculous. The shogun couldn't possibly have issued this decree. He is but one of many, what makes him so special? Guards!"

Closing his eyes, all Sokka could see was the face of his sister, waiting anxiously at the village entrance for his safe return.

Katara…I'm coming back…I promise…

In a small voice, he asked "Azula….remember when you asked if you could see ninjutsu?"

"Yes?"

"Then watch and learn." he calmly replied, his mind moving into a trance like state as flames emerged from his body, the heat causing her to raise her arms while the brightness made her blink as she heard him whisper: Ninpo - Ascetic Blaze.

In a flash of light and smoke, six charred bodies lay in a pile, atop which Sokka sat as small embers danced on his fingertips.

"Impressive. I hope that you would be willing to teach me some of your tricks during our travels."

"Sure, whatever you say. Where do we go from here?" he replied as she resheathed her katana.

"Edo."

"What? Why not head straight there?"

"You do as I say or the deal's off."

"Alright alright, calm down, I'll do as you say."

"That sounds more like it." she replied, a small smile gracing her lips that told Sokka she was definitely going to be handful on their trip

#pre-relationship #sokka is definitely the plan and sarcasm man #azula and sokka are both going to be the pair that are the two single braincells for the other prisoner/executioner combos #but also the pair that everyone bets will either kill each other/fuck each other/marry each other before the end #not necessarily in that order #the sokkla shippers in the house know this to be straight facs #sokka x azula #ninja sokka x swordswoman Azula is an untapped genre that someone needs to do #like fr fr #no cap #idk man i think about AUs with these two a lot #sokkla #azula

[honourablejester]

Shadow & Bone Reaction

Okay, so I watched Shadow & Bone last night. Stayed up until 5am to manage it, so this is going to be muddled, but howandever. Spoilery and involved first impressions from someone who has not read the books below:

Right, so the Ketterdam crew are my favourites. Obviously. This was guaranteed

All three of them, I cannot decide between them

Jesper is a gambling addict which does grind my miserly gears a bit, but he’s also lovely and adorable and quite possibly the most badass person on the show, which is an achievement, and his interactions with Inej are beyond adorable, so I love him with all my heart

That thing Inej said to Alina? Whenever you need it, my hand is yours? That is me for Inej. More on this later

Kaz is a vicious little gremlin of a man with a badly hidden streak of loyalty, and he’s exactly my stripe of guile antihero, so of course I adore him madly

The absolute chaos of them just … accidentally poking their oars into the entire rest of the plot is beautiful beyond belief. They’re just there and mucking things up for everybody like someone threw a bag of spanners into an engine, and it’s beautiful

I was surprisingly really on board for Mal and Alina. Particularly them as kids, this pair of tiny scrappers against the world

I also loved the whole First Army part at the beginning. Like, Mal’s pair of friends, Mikael and Dubrov, they’re adorable (and I fucking screamed later, with the machine gun, you bet), him and Alina in the camp, his friends teasing him about her, him stealing Grisha grapes for her. The show got right in on the friendship and the love there, and honestly I was there for it

The Darkling, on the other hand …

Right. So. I expected him to maybe be … more subtle than he was? I mean, I think everyone’s expecting him to go villain here, so it probably wasn’t supposed to be that subtle, but …

That moment where Alina decides to kiss him. After being separated from Mal, with no communication with her old life, and with Kirigan being all sad and incredibly intense at her at random moments. Like. Long, long before we get to his whole forcibly altering her body to control her moment, I was looking at her kissing this dude and going ‘Oookay, okay lady, that’s, that’s not a good plan. I get that it’s Ben Barnes, do not blame you there, but that’s so not a good plan’

He just kept coming on so fucking strong, you know? The whole intense ‘I’ve been waiting for you my whole life’. He was bleeding desperation and control from the get go. And like, lots of people have those in this show, but where someone like Kaz or Inej feel like ‘I will stab you in the face right fucking now to get out of this alive’, Kirigan is very much, yes, ‘I will swallow your entire city in darkness and give a nice little speech about it to captive dignitaries who I’ll then murder because they shouldn’t have opened their mouths’

There’s more power there than the others, I think, so it feels less like ‘I’ll do what I have to do’ and more ‘I’ll do what I want’

Which his backstory was an interesting show on, yes, how he started out just as desperate as any of them, and then vengeance and black magic ate him. As it does. But still. He comes on too strong

(And the collar. The collar. Not even the massacre later matched that one for me, though Genya’s casual mention of him ‘gifting’ her at 11 came close. But it didn’t match the collar for visceral no. He mutilated Alina to implant a control device within her body. He can die in a ditch with his head covered in pitch and set on fire now. I can’t with him. No)

So, yes. Excellent villain, definitely, I just expected him to maybe take a bit longer to show it?

His minions are adorable, though. The two married heartrenders, Genya and the Durast she has the biggest danged crush on (gotta say, when Kirigan said he needed him for later, I was honestly expecting him to kill him for something, to hurt Genya, did not expect David to be in on the whole mutilating control collar thing)

The show did a lot of work humanising the various factions, so when you get moments like Jesper vs Ivan, round 1, you don’t want either of them to lose, because Ivan has a husband to go back to, and Jesper is Jesper. And then Jesper can’t shoot a pretty man in the face, and we’re golden

(Sidenote one: that scene was badass, holy shit, Jesper was playing with him, it was incredible)

(Sidenote two: Jesper vs Ivan, round 2? Less sympathetic on Ivan’s part)

(Sidenote three: the Ketterdam three vs Kirigan’s everybody was just, god I love them, we’re going to be straight badass all down the line, can you beat a centuries-old shadow sorcerer with a flashbang? An inferni with a knife? A heartrender with a gun while playing with him the entire time? Come to Ketterdam and find out! I love them)

Now. Now. The main thing for me. Inej. Inej and Alina and Kaz

The scene in the Little Palace where Alina shows her power. Ignoring everything that promptly went tits up for everybody. The look on Inej’s face. The look on her face. Hope and faith. From Inej, who’s been so hurt and desperate so far. Oh, that killed me. So much. I was there like, Alina, Alina, it’s not your fault, but you better be worth it, I know you don’t need the pressure but if you have to let anyone down, let it not be Inej. Not her. And Kaz Brekker, you sociopathic mushroom, do not fuck this up for her. Okay? Not this

And then he doesn’t. He doesn’t. He gives up a million kruge and potentially everything he has so he doesn’t have to break Inej’s faith. I loved him there. Right there

And like, he was trying to weasel something out of it. He was still trying to bully Alina all the way to the end, even after she saved his life, because he didn’t want to lose everything, he wanted to have some way to be able to bring Jesper and Inej back with him, because otherwise he was walking back to a city that hated him with literally nothing, since he’d mortgaged the Crow Club on Inej’s debt, and she’d walked out on him anyway, and he’d let her. So he tried to bully Alina, tried to force some way to let Inej come back, without actually forcing Inej. Just, you know, the saint she loved instead, and a woman who’d also just lost everything, and maybe could have used those jewels to stay ahead of pursuit for a while, but that’s not his problem. That’s not his problem

Kaz Brekker is a vicious horrible gremlin of a man, but not to his own, mostly, as much as he can avoid it, and like … did they know in advance what I like? Because that was it

(Him entering the fight on the skiff solely to save the other two, everyone else can die, but he’s going to dive Jesper clear of the Cut and hammer a volcra’s head in to save an unarmed Inej, that was beautiful. Even if I was a tiny bit annoyed at Inej for panicking and throwing her weapons away while outnumbered by flying things. No. Keep them close to stab anything that comes near you, honey, don’t throw them into the darkness. But Kaz saving his Crows was beautiful)

Also, to go back to Inej and Alina, just a little. How much do I love that Inej’s knife saved them all? Inej kissed her knife and planted in the Darkling’s chest, and it did fuck all to him, but then it’s the knife Alina used to take her freedom back and save them all

Inej’s knife freed Alina. Gave a slave her freedom back. Gave her saint her power. Not by killing, but as a tool to break a chain. I can’t. I really, really can’t. Whoever wrote that episode, thank you a lot

You may have guessed, I have feelings about Inej, and Alina, and Kaz, and freedom, and faith, faith in another power and faith in yourself and those you trust, and it’s all tied up in a knife and a debt, and people offering freedom to each other against their own best interests, and I really can’t with them. I can’t. I’m inarticulate over here

Like, this beautiful man did this hideous thing, made this horrible vicious collar, and then all these scared, battered little outcasts and ex-slaves and current slaves gave each other tiny moment after tiny moment after tiny moment that allowed them all to free each other

I can’t

And then Alina gave Inej her knife. The little letter opener that she’d robbed from the Little Palace. The little symbol of two tiny orphans having each other’s backs against the world. Alina gave that back to Inej

Inej’s knives are a whole thing. Kaz gave Inej a job, a way out of slavery, and it’s both joy and horror to her, freedom and damnation, she doesn’t want to kill people but that’s what knives are for, and it’s a freedom she sometimes forces herself to surrender out of trust in Kaz, and then she does kill people, but it’s to save those she cares for, to save Kaz, and then her knife saves them all as a key, not a murder weapon, and Alina, for whom knives are also a symbol of protection, for herself and those she loves, and now freedom as well, gives Inej hers as this tiny gesture that means so much …

And earlier, Kaz stopping her from killing the Conductor, and it was for his own reasons, it was because he needed the man for a job, but the fact that he did that meant that Inej’s first kill wasn’t a murder, an assassination to save herself, but a clean kill in defense of someone else. A kill she could explain to her saints. Especially the one that showed up, because Alina knows all about that

(And when her knives run out, when she’s lost them all on the skiff and is facing death, it’s Kaz who saves her, who pays his debt and preserves her freedom, because he can be trusted with them, with the knives and all they mean …)

And the two things Alina gives them. The knife for Inej, and the jewels for Kaz. A gift for the woman who saved her, and a bribe for the man who threatened her. And it’s exactly what they need. Both of them. It’s freedom and forgiveness and hope for them both. And she had no idea, she just gave what she had at the time. A saint by pure accident, like she’s been all along, but it meant the world. Sometimes all a person needs is one thing. A knife, a chance. A hope

Whoever was writing the thing with the knives, and the saints, and faith in yourself and those around you, you are a genius and I love you

And, like, I should move on. There were other things in the show. Nina and Matthias, I’ve pretty much not mentioned them at all (they are adorable, even as they’re basically Stockholming each other, and then the last episode hit, and everything was good, more or less, for everyone else, so that last fucking punch was a lot, thank you so much), I just …

Knives and faith. Inej, Alina and Kaz. I love everybody, but that was so much the thing that caught me here. That’s what I’m mostly getting out of this show right now

#shadow and bone #reaction #meta #spoilers #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #aline starkov #those three particularly #oof #this show was incredible #i need to calm down

[wizardcommune]

gundham sfw alphabet

pairing - gundham tanaka x gn!reader

warnings - none!!

word count - 1.8k

a/n - FUCK YEAH GUNDHAM (also i apologize, i got lazy near the end)

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

in the beginning of the relationship, he would definitely be very hesitant to show physical or verbal affection since it wasn’t something he was used to. he’d show his love with acts of service and giving, most likely. (giving his s/o one of the devas if he knew they’d be separated for a short period of time, bringing them small trinkets he found like pretty rocks or bones, helping them with homework, etc.)

as time goes on, though, he’d become more comfortable with showing physical affection and would grow to become a huge cuddle bug!!! please hug him for me

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

literally the coolest friend ever. especially if you had an alternative fashion sense, he’d be so down to go clothes shopping with you LMAO

if you were okay initiating physical affection outside of a romantic relationship, and were able to make him comfortable with that, he’d totally be That Friend who cuddles with you all the time!! he’d never mention it though, and would die on impact if you brought it up in front of any of his other friends/classmates

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

once he’s comfortable with it, yeah! he’s definitely super touch starved because of him not having friends most of his life, so having someone to cuddle would make his brain go ^^^^^

honestly, he’s good with any position so it’s up to his s/o. he prefers being able to see their face, though

the first time he ever cuddled with them he cried :(( shh don’t tell anyone though

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

man that’s his DREAM!! the idea of just getting to live with his s/o + animals makes his serotonin machine go BRR

honestly, i think he would fucking suck at cooking. baking, however. :))

because of having to clean up after his animals and keep things out of their way, he would naturally be a pretty neat person out of habit!! i don’t think he’d mind too much if his s/o was messy though.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I DIDNT DO THIS ONE BECAUSE IT MADE ME SAD IM SORRY

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

gundham already sets up so many walls, and for his s/o to be able to break those down would already mean he’d be willing to commit. i don’t think he would ever just like.... date random people for funsies, so being in a romantic relationship with someone is already so big to him.

honestly, i can’t see him being the type to want to get married. he’d definitely want to settle down! but the idea of having a traditional wedding stresses him out. (of course, that doesn’t mean he’d be any less committed :))

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

dealing with small animals like the devas has left him gentle by nature!! he doesn’t even notice it, but he is always extremely careful with his s/o with the subconscious fear of accidentally hurting them/scaring them off :(

emotion wise, i think it’d be the same. when he cares about someone (whether it be romantic or platonic) he’s always cautious of teasing them too much since he knows that it can hurt sometimes. 

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

HE FUCKINGNF LOVES HUGS

they’re probably SO good too, like he’s the type to give those hugs that make you feel so safe. full on wraps his arms completely around you and rests his head on yours if you’re shorter (since he’d such a fucking giraffe my god)

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

it would definitely take a while for gundham to admit it. i can see him saying it on accident, like when he thinks you’re sleeping or not paying attention to him. he’d also need a lot of reassurance afterwards, just because of that initial fear of rejection

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

if he sees someone flirting with his s/o and they’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately wrap an arm around their shoulder.

“they said they’re taken, respect that knave.”

sometimes he does get insecure that’s he’s too much for his s/o, considering he’s an evil tyrant, and that they might want to leave him for someone who’s..... not an evil tyrant.... (once again, please give him a hug)

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

like i said before, he’s very gentle when it comes to affection so his kisses are vv soft!! he’ll always hold their chin or one of their hands.

his favorite places to kiss his s/o are probably their forehead and hands!!

he loves being kissed everywhere, but he really likes neck kisses and any kisses around his face :^)

l = little ones (How are they around children?)

he’s great with kids!! he’d tell them stories of how he defeated different warlocks that tried to test him, or giant manticores he tamed.

i think he’d really like kids too, mostly because they’re so easy to impress LMAO

it inflates his ego a little bit whenever one gets really into one of his stories

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

if he wakes up before his s/o, he’d gently pull them into a hug while he waits for them to wake up (sobbing)

morning voice morning voice morning voice morning voice morning v

he memorized how his s/o likes their tea/coffee and will make it really groggily HAHA

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

okokok hear me out

i think that gundham is a really good singer, so he would 100% sing u to sleep

he’d be embarrassed as hell though LMAOO

he’d probably cuddle them before they fall asleep and talk about each other’s days or just random stuff until they get tired

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i think a few months into their friendship? he would talk about his childhood randomly, but would prefer if they don’t make a huge deal about it.

he’d open up more if his s/o did first! he would take it as they trust him enough to talk about it.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

it depends on the person! with someone like hiyoko, he can get pissed pretty quickly, but his patience is VERY thick with his s/o. generally, it takes a lot to anger him. 

that being said, if they put themself in danger he would get ticked off out of fear.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

especially in the beginning of their relationship when he was hesitant about physical/verbal affection, he would focus heavily on listening to them. he really wanted to show them that he respects them a lot, and remembering small things they mentioned would convey that well.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

after coming out of the shower, he walked in to see them asleep on his couch with the devas curled up on top of their chest. he went to go lay down with them and it just kind of.. hit him. that he wasn’t alone anymore and they loved and were there for him. :( 

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s very protective!! (especially if you’re in the killing game) the thought of something happening to you is his worst fear. 

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

ALL THE EFFORT

if his s/o asks him to do something in passing, you BET he’s gonna make sure he does his best

he keeps track of anniversaries/important dates religiously because he’s terrified of accidentally forgetting LMAO

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

sometimes i think he might come off as cold when embarrassed because his persona is so important to him, but if they expressed being upset he would backtrack SO fast

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

not very much?? like, i think he would brag about his hair or something sometimes but he’s always joking LMAO

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes and no? if something ever happened to his s/o, he would feel horribly empty for a time. but i also think that being in a relationship could help him not feel so lonely and teach him better ways to take care of himself, so if they were to ever split he would be able to heal after he got over the initial sadness.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he’s a Mitski Understander (TM) his favorite songs are crack baby, pink in the night, and i bet on losing dogs, i’m up for debate

and yes i absolutely will be making a gundham playlist

i don’t know if this counts since i’m 90% projecting, but i hc him as trans and ND so like. solidarity if you are too wink wonk

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

a/n - just so everyone knows, i honestly think every character would be fine with any type of person since projecting is so important to a lot of us. these are just my personal headcanons, and if they don’t apply to you please don’t take it personally!! <3

i think he would really want a kind s/o. especially with what he’s been through, someone who’s gentle/patient would mean the world to him

also someone who likes animals!! they mean so much to him and were basically his entire life until he met the others, so having someone who shared that interest would make him so happy

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

it’s not uncommon for him to sleep with his animals!! he mostly just sleeps with the devas though; he would probably place them near his head or on his chest so he wouldn’t accidentally roll on them.

he also really likes cuddling with his s/o when they sleep! he wouldn’t mind being the big or little spoon, either.

#god i love him #my work #gundham x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham/reader #sfw alphabet #danganronpa #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #goodbye despair x reader #gundham tanaka

[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

You've been posting Stallison, so...Stallison for the OTP pairings ask game, if you feel like it?

Yes! I was hoping someone would send them!

Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

Both are frequent customers, and their relationship starts when the shop is otherwise empty except for that one annoying customer and they give each other A Look and make faces at each other, trying not to laugh and piss off that customer even more. They definitely have a bet on when the two baristas end up together, completely oblivious to the fact that they and most of the regulars have that same bet about them.

Highschool/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the backrow slacker?

Both have pretty good grades, but Allison is the one who actually studies regularly, while Stiles either doesn't care or pulls an all nighter the night before the exam.

Rivals to loves AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

It depends on why they're rivals probably. But they're both ridiculously competitive over everything and push each other's buttons relentlessly. Everyone who doesn't know them is terrified.

Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Canon would suggest Allison, but I'm also too fond of good omens to not say they ditch the entire conflict and make their own side.

Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Both. And neither. They want what it represents, they don't want the baggage that comes with it.

Allison is too much of a romantic to not want this, Stiles is ride or die for the few people he cares about, and he knows that his soulmate would be one of them, that they would do the same for him.

But Allison knows that even if she meets them in high school, her parents wouldn't care and they'd move again soon anyway, and her parents are soulmates, but it's not the fairytale romance she wants. Stiles parents were that couple, before his mom got sick and Stiles saw what it did to his dad, losing her. And he knows himself well enough that he knows he couldn't handle losing his dad or Scott, much less the person he's made for.

Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again… Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

I— can't actually picture them as parents together. Friends to accidental parents to lovers? Sure.

But if I had to? Stiles has a just old enough to start archery daughter, and Allison becomes her teacher.

If they both have kids? The kids met at preschool, and immediately decided that they were best friends, and stallison spend a lot of time together by proxy. Stiles' ex left him soon after his kid was born, Allison moved into town because hers left her not too long ago. So Stiles is used to being the only parent/to not have to factor in anyone else when making decisions, Allison isn't going to put either herself or her kid through having someone else leave them again, so both are against starting a relationship.

Doesn't stop them from becoming friends, though. Or the kids from having a lot of play dates/sleepovers. And it becomes natural for one of them to pick up both kids after school, and plan most day trips together, and do start co-parenting to some degree without ever acknowledging it.

Everyone's happy, they have each other's keys and live close enough that it's not completely uncommon for either of them to just let themselves in (because someone can't remember where he left his stuff. Stiles would like to state for the record that Allison was the one who started it.)

Nothing hurts, they're one happy family, until Allison's kid ends up in the hospital and only family is allowed to see them, Stiles kid is with the sheriff, and Stiles hovers uselessly in the waiting room, because they're his family, dammit. And he want this, them, for as long as they'll have him.

They've known each other for over a year, and probably do something impulsive like get married as soon as her, their, kid is okay again, before they even had their first kiss.

Doctor AU: Which one is the longsuffering doctor? Which one is the patient?

Human AU, Stiles is obviously the one who comes into the ER at least twice a month with increasingly weird injuries, and Allison's the amused, and slightly worried, doctor.

Hunter/Stiles finds out AU, Allison ends up in the ER after a hunt, Stiles is there for Melissa/other job because I can't imagine him as a doctor, and somehow starts talking to her to avoid his responsibilities. Allison has a concussion/is on too many pain meds and can't really think coherently, and tells him what really happened. Stiles doesn't believe a word but is entertained, has to leave eventually, Chris picks up Allison. Until Stiles gets chased by that same monster, gets rescued by Allison and has an oh fuck moment.

Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other?

Stiles is the bodyguard, but it's Allison who kicks the bad guy's ass at the end. Stiles is probably also the one who is slightly drugged and makes hearteyes at Allison for the entire way home. Allison is the one who secretly pines for him because he doesn't just see her as Chris' daughter (or worse, Gerard's granddaughter) who needs to be protected at all cost (idk I'm picturing human AU in which the Argents are wealthy and relatively well known => threatened a lot, but Allison still doesn't know much about what they actually do) but rather her own person. Who can kick his ass. Allison is still either into weapons or martial arts, and they have a sparring-session-turned-love-confession post kidnapping.

Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

Allison is the princess turned pirate who just keeps accidentally kidnapping other royals. Well, the kidnappings are on purpose, that they all somehow end up joining her crew? Not so much. Stiles did not sign up for this but he's into it once he gets over the whole kidnapping thing.

(The crew Allison originally joined kidnapped and was trying to kill Lydia, so Allison got her out of there and they started doing their own thing. They were definitely dating at some point and this might turn into Stiles/Allison/Lydia. Isaac is there, too. Also Peter, because I love their dynamic. They're known for kidnapping royals, no one ever seems to recognize any of the crew.)

Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

Stiles. For both.

#teen wolf #Stallison #Thank you!! #I still can't picture them as parents #But now I need that pirate au #So if anyone else wants to write that— #This got... Really long #But I don't trust tumblr to actually safe it to my drafts to add a read more sooo

[buns-with-a-book]

Flowers of White 3 - White Rose

Finale of Flowers of White, pretty much a short epilogue to 2. Inspired by Sync’s post here

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: OC, Nero, Dante, Vergil Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @synchronmurmurs @queenmuzz @harlot-of-oblivion

Summary: The white rose is regarded as a flower of purity. It also denotes the worthiness of the giver to the receiver.

The van continued to ride down the road as Red Grave City almost ten hours away from Rothes. They had to do a quick pit-stop to the inn Cassandra had stayed at in the next town to grab her luggage and check out quickly (and Vergil grabbing some grab-and-go sandwiches for lunch). The Scottish highlands sped by as Nico drove, a couple bottles of chilled coffee sitting in the cup holders. Dante was being the ever helpful brother he was to Cassandra, even as her massive dress disagreed with her.

“I HATE THIS STUPID DRESS!” Cassandra snarled from frustration. Dante was standing in front of the van’s small bathroom, holding the door as he watched his sister struggle.

“I do too. It looks tacky.” Dante said dryly.

“You’re not the one trapped in it!” Cassandra snapped. “The bathroom’s too small and I can’t move!”

“I can cut it apart, if you trust me.” Vergil spoke up, watching as the tulle and silk shifted and twisted. Even from his position, just behind the passenger seat of the van, he could see the unwieldy dress.

“GREAT IDEA! Dante, you might wanna watch out!” There was the sound of ripping before, finally, a sigh of relief. “Good Earthmother almighty, that was a death trap!”

“So, you want a change of clothes?” Dante asked, holding onto a pair of new pajamas, a bright red set with various slices of pizza as the pattern, that he picked out before their arrival in Rothes. While Vergil normally would’ve objected to the gaudy set, he knew Cassandra would need something to cheer her up after they rescued her from the forced marriage. 

“Is that pajamas?” Cassandra asked.

“Yep! They have pizzas on it.” There was a quiet at that before Cassandra began to laugh.

“Dante, don’t ever change.” Vergil could see shoes tossed out of the bathroom, followed by the ripped remains of the wedding dress. “Good thing I didn’t give two flying fucks about how expensive the dress is. I never wanted it on me anyway and I wasn’t going to curse some poor bride into wearing it.” Cassandra grabbed the pajamas and closed the bathroom door. After a few minutes, Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom in the pajamas. She kicked open the side door, ignoring Nico’s yell, and threw out silk and tulle and cloth flowers to be swept away by the wind to who knows where. Cassandra threw the veil and shoes out as well before she slammed the door shut. Grabbed the blanket, she set herself directly next to Vergil, wrapping the blanket around her.

“Are you hungry?” Vergil asked.

“You bet I am.” Cassandra huffed. Vergil silently handed one of the prepackaged sandwiches to her. She opened the package and scarfed down the food happily. Dante turned to Nero.

“Hey kid, I’m glad you’re safe.” Dante rested his hand on Nero’s shoulder. “And hey, you got a free tux outta it!”

“A free tux for his actual wedding, the only good thing out of this shitshow.” Cassandra hummed, watching as Nero looked away from embarrassment.

“Given what that asshole said to me, I don’t want to keep it.” Nero huffed.

“I’d burn it. But I’d rather burn anything Draco gave you.” Cassandra added. “I don’t want to think about what he did to you.”

“Hey Cass.” Nico glanced back to her. “What’s so bad about Eternis Brillia that made you go along with all this?” Cassandra bit her lip.

“Well...Eternis Brillia is similar to Fortuna. Instead of worshiping Sparda like some savior, they have their own saints that they revere. As the home of the Earthfaith, they feel like it is their duty to deter demonkind from coming back to the human world. Failing that...demons are killed on sight.” She looked to Nero. “If Draco hadn’t called me, I’m certain we…” Her voice failed but it didn’t need to be said.

“Even though Nero is only part demon?” Dante whispered.

“It doesn’t matter to them. You have demonic familiars that aid you? You’re a demon, you get axed. You’re part human, part demon? Still a demon, still axed. It’s...it’s scarily fanatical.” Cassandra shivered. “I said this to Nero and I’ll say it again: To them, a demon is a demon, no matter how diluted the blood. Shit, I almost forgot about it until this whole mess happened.”

“If I knew where Nero was, it would have been a far simpler affair to use Yamato’s powers to rescue him.” Vergil whispered, the guilt evident in his voice in failing to save his own son.  

“Jeez, both of you beating each other up over me.” Nero groaned. Vergil and Cassandra stared at Nero. “Look, they jumped me. I saw them earlier during the mission where they got me but I thought they were just civilians until they fucking shot me.”

“They tranquilized you.” Cassandra whispered. “Then it wasn’t just a lucky coincidence on their part. You were a deliberate target. I should’ve realized that when Draco mentioned that they would’ve used V against me as well as Nero.” Vergil winced at the mention of his human half.

“Well, if he tries to mess with us again, we’ll just push back.” Dante grinned. “I can’t believe that guy had the gall to swing his shiny toothpick at me...”

“He’s a cowardly pile of shit.” Cassandra said, finishing her sandwich and tossing the remains in the trash. “I was just as surprised as you were that he thought he could do anything against you, much less try and intimidate you into surrendering.”

“Surrender? Dante? Perish the thought.” Vergil commented. “As for that pathetic excuse of a sword, I am not surprised that it shattered when it came in contact with Yamato.”

“I’m pretty sure it was decorative anyway, not meant for slaying demons. People like Draco, in Eternis Brillia, have no need of demon-slaying swords.” Cassandra added. “Not everyone has magic weapons that heed your call when you’re in danger.”

“People like Draco?” Nero asked. “You mean there’s more like that pompous jackass?”

“Considering he’s part of the wealthy of Eternis Brillia, he’s the worst of them. But that’s my bias talking, considering he was my childhood bully as well.”

“Yikes.” Nero grimaced at the thought. A quiet fell in the van, only broken by Nico’s driving. Nero stood up and went to the jukebox, pressing a button down. A smooth jazzy song began to play. Cassandra shifted to curl up closer to Vergil.

“Hey...Dante? Vergil? Thanks for everything.” She said softly. Dante smiled.

“Well, I wasn’t gonna let my sis sacrifice her happiness to marry some jerk she didn’t like.”

“I didn’t like him the first time we met. I still don’t like him now. And I doubt I ever will. For one thing, he put me in that gaudy ass dress that’s now on the side of the road.” She huffed. “Pink looks like crap on me.”

“I much prefer you in blue.” Vergil said dryly. Dante let out a laugh as Cassandra’s face burned up.

“Vergil!”

“Am I wrong?” He glanced to her, eyebrow raised. Cassandra let out a flustered noise.

“N-No but, jeez Dante’s really rubbing off on you.”

“It was his idea to crash the wedding, by the way.” Dante added. Cassandra looked up at him before shooting forward to peck his cheek. It was now Vergil’s turn to blush, hiding his face behind his book and ignoring Dante’s cackling and Nero facepalming.

“Alright you chucklehead, I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we’re either getting dinner or we’re back in Red Grave.” Cassandra laid down, resting her head on Vergil’s lap. She glanced up, seeing Vergil smile from behind his book.

“Rest well, my rose.” He murmured, feeling his hand rest on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, drifting off to the slow jazz from the jukebox.

#devil may cry #devil may cry oc #devil may cry dante #devil may cry nero #devil may cry vergil #the happy ending

[shardminds]

I picture your hands on me.

“First, I want you to drive us somewhere nice and quiet." "Then I want you to come back here and fuck my brains out.”

Pairing: Emma Swan/Killian Jones Rating: E WC: 3.8K

Here’s some Captain Swan car sex for your troubles.

Also available on AO3

Emma Swan doesn’t get drunk. That’s what she tells herself, all the while giggling and stumbling from the toilet stall into the arms of an equally intoxicated and equally giddy Mary Margaret. In fairness, she hadn’t had the opportunity to get drunk in a while. Nights these days were, more often than not, filled with street patrols and paperwork. Being a cop had many perks but the night shifts were not one of them. 

She couldn’t wear this dress or these boots out on the job anyway. The black faux leather was tight, barely reaching her mid-thigh and the stiletto boots cut off just above the knee. Definitely not regulation uniform. 

Perps would most likely hand themselves over to her if she did wear this on patrol, though. That’s one way to boost her numbers.

When David had initially asked if she wanted to take his wife out for a drink, she thought he’d been joking… evidently not. He had to buckle down on one of his larger cases and it just happened to line up with Emma’s night off. He’d offered to pay her back in bear claws from Granny’s when they were next on duty together and that had sold her. Calories don’t count if someone else buys them for you, right? David had, however, forgotten to mention his wife’s wild side that rears it’s boisterous head whenever liquor is involved. 

Tequila is her drink of choice. No chaser. No salt and lime. Just straight up tequila. Emma hadn’t even downed her second by the time the petite brunette was polishing off her fifth with a belch that would’ve had Leeroy blushing. It all went downhill from there. 

Mary Margaret yanks her out of the restroom, getting a little handsy in the process, and drags them to the less crowded hallway. Emma didn’t even get the chance to wash her hands. She’s chattering on about something or other but Emma can’t focus. Her skin is softly buzzing, the whole world around her a pleasant hum.

Emma Swan doesn’t get drunk, but when she does, it feels fantastic.

Did she have hand sanitizer in her clutch? It seems like a pretty important thing that everyone should carry in case of emergency, right? Especially on those days when your partner’s wife drags you away from the restroom before you’ve been able to take care of your own personal hygiene. It’s not like she’d peed all over her hands or anything. It’s just better to be safe than sorry. A quick rifle through her purse proved fruitless but at least it helped her regain focus… right at the end of her friend’s story. If they weren’t friends before tonight, they definitely were now.

“-and that’s how David got the scar but if you tell him I told you he’ll be so mad, Emma! Soooo so mad!” 

“About what?” It escapes before she can stop it and Mary Margaret just laughs at her. 

“Exactly!” She squeals, wiping away tears of laughter Emma hadn’t noticed before throwing an arm around her friend’s waist and leaning into her side, guiding them to the bar. “You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

The bartender didn’t even ask what they were having. Simply winking in their direction before setting down two shots and a couple of fingers of rum. Mary Margaret pays with a flourish of David’s credit card, index finger pressed to her lips in a shhh gesture. 

Before she can even think of all the ways David is going to kill her, Emma’s phone chimes. She tries to fight back the smile that comes along with Killian’s name flashing up on her screen, but she lost that battle long ago. They’ve been dating for over a year and he still manages to make her heart involuntarily flutter with every text. No one else makes her heart soften as he does. It had taken time, patience and a whole lot of nudging from David and Ruby for them to even get together in the first place and yet, Emma, with her seemingly endless walls, and Killian, with a metric shitload of his own baggage, managed to make it work. 

She loves him. Wholly. It had taken her forever to admit it but, between his soft kisses and even gentler touches, she’d whispered it against his skin. More a sigh than a declaration, but a promise nonetheless. 

Killian: running late, my love

Killian: nodded off marking… again 

Killian: be there in 5, does MM need a lift? 

He’s so good to her. To all of them. He’d agreed to pick her up at midnight, making a joke about pumpkins as he’d kissed her goodbye earlier. It’s almost half-past now but she can’t bring herself to be mad. She loves him. Like really, really loves him. It’s scary and exciting and if it had been anyone else she’d have run away by now but it’s him and that makes it all okay. All the tension she didn’t know she was holding evaporates away upon reading his texts. She throws back her drink in one gulp and starts typing.

Emma: i love u.  i will ass

Emma: ask

Emma: fuck

Emma: love u

Killian: haha had one too many, swan?

Killian: i’ll bring you some water x

She didn’t always understand the x’s he sometimes added to the end of his texts. He’d explained it to her once but the patterns his fingers had been tracing across the soft skin of her belly had been a far more pressing focus at the time. 

“It’s meant to be a kiss, love. It’s a common courtesy back home.” He’d said, placing a kiss of his own to the furrow in her brow. The furrow only deepened, which made him smile.

“But… why?” She snuggled closer to his chest, the coarse hair there ticking at her bare skin. Post-coital conversations about British text etiquette were just one of the many reasons she’d agreed to move in with him.

Regardless of her level of understanding, the addition brings a warm flush to her cheeks.

Mary Margaret is still at the bar, no longer drinking (thank god) but, if the way her index finger is pressed menacingly against the chest of a man almost twice her size is anything to go by, Emma’s willing to bet she was about to get herself in even more trouble. 

Behind her, there’s a familiar exasperated sigh. 

“I think it’s quittin’ time for us, Ems.” David yawned, patting her shoulder as he did. He was still in his uniform which must have scared the shit out of the bouncers on his way in. She didn’t mean to laugh but the thought had her chuckling. His case mustn’t have gone very well. His smile is soft and small, not blinding like it usually is. She’s about to ask him about it when a scream rips out ahead of them.

“DAVID!”

The thump as Mary Margaret collides with her husband’s chest knocks the air straight out of him in a dull oof. Without thinking, Emma snaps a picture and hits send.

Emma: mm has a ride

Emma: i’ll take one if u r offering tho ;)

They’re both still laughing, breathless, in each other’s arms before Emma gets pulled into the mix. David thanks her for keeping an eye on his wife with a strong hug while Mary Margaret attaches to her side like a barnacle and thanks her with slurred speech for celebrating her promotion together.

Emma hadn’t even known they’d been celebrating. That’s tequila for you.

“I better get this one home. Thanks again, Ems.”  David smiles her way before looking down to his tiny and drunken spouse who had the widest grin she’d ever seen, pure adoration in her eyes. She happily grips the hand David offers her, still beaming as they walk.

Emma knows that look. She’s had that look before. 

Love drunk (and maybe a bit of real drunk).

“I’ll follow you out.” She adds, falling into step with their rhythm. “My ride will be here soon anyway.”

“I love Killian, Emma. He’s so sweet! And he bakes! David doesn’t bake.” The outburst is followed by a hiccup and a giggle and a scoff from her husband. 

“Gee, why don’t you marry him then?” There’s no malice in David’s comment at all, how could there be? These two have been together since the dawn of time, by Storybrooke standards, at least. Mary Margaret barks out a laugh, using the arm that isn’t intertwined with David’s to punch him softly in the ribs.

“I married you, Stupid. You can’t marry two people. You’re dumb.” 

The rest of the walk to the exit is in relative silence, only the occasional chirp from their drunkest disciple on the way down the stairs of The Rabbit Hole. The crisp autumn air that meets them outside knocks Emma back a little, she hadn’t expected it to be so cold and, in a lapse of better judgement, had not brought a jacket. It doesn’t matter though. She’d already seen the familiar black jeep before her phone buzzed in her hand.

Killian: i see you x

Bidding goodbye to her two companions, Emma finds herself skipping over to Killian’s truck. She can’t help herself. The thought of him sat there waiting for her in all his black leather jacket-y goodness spurs her forward. Maybe she can convince him out of it… maybe– Fuck. She’s drunk but she wants him. Needs him.

Climbing into the jeep and immediately going in for the kill, in hindsight, probably wasn’t one of her finest ideas. Especially considering the accidental punch to the boob it earnt her. The bottle of water he’d promised, falling to the centre console between them. Clearly he’d not anticipated the haste of her advance. 

It’s a good job he’s cute.

“I’m sorry, love!” He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners and lips pulling into a toothy smile. “I didn’t expect you to come at me with such unbridled force.” 

“Hello to you too.” Grumbling, she tries to massage some of the pain in her chest away but the ache is already there. Not the ache she wanted either. Killian’s hand finds her jaw and, despite her initial attempt at stubborn reluctance, his fingertips have her melting into his kiss. He’s overly gentle, just a chaste press of his lips against hers in apology. 

“I’ll kiss it better once we’re home, Swan. Don’t you worry about that.”

Feeling them against her lips, his words light a fire deep in her. The slow burn she’s been tending since she left their apartment earlier now seems an all-consuming need. She kisses him again, harder and deeper, a calculated move on her part, knowing he’ll take the bait and follow suit. 

The growl it pulls from him is borderline feral and Emma can feel it shoot straight to her core. Fuck, he’s such a good kisser. Every slant of his mouth over hers, every slip of his tongue, has her breathless and needy, wanting to only ever be further consumed. He always knows exactly how she needs it with very little prompting, reading her body language better than she herself could, sliding his free hand up her bare thigh until it slipped beneath the hem of her dress.

She can’t wait, she wants him now. 

“Fuck going home.” She sighs, letting him pull away only slightly so they can lean their foreheads together, his hand still continuing its path beneath her skirt. 

“What do you mean, love?” He knows exactly what she means. He always does. The smirk in his voice coats his words like syrup, sickly sweet and so wonderful. 

Pushing him away is torture, but worth it to hear his reaction as Emma crawls into the backseat. Arse in the air as she squeezes between the front seats and into the back. The firm smack to her behind has her fumbling through the gap, catching her moan as she tries to get her bearings. She’s not ashamed of it. It’s well-known that she loves a good spanking. Red palm prints all over her ass and thighs the next day are the best kind of trophies. Ones she’s proud to wear for him and him only. She’s not even ashamed at how almost uncomfortably wet she is just from thinking about it, thinking about him thick and heavy inside her, encouragement coming in the form of firm slaps.

If he wants a tease, she’ll give him a tease.

Turning to face him, she slips into the middle seat. Shimmying her dark panties she’d chosen earlier that evening down her legs with minimal effort. Killian’s eyes follow the path they take and, when they come to settle at her ankles, she offers him the scrap of fabric with the heel of her boot.

He groans when his fingers come to contact with damp lace, the faint squish as he rolls the fabric between his thumb and index finger is almost too much. The way he reaches for her is pure instinct, she can tell how her actions are affecting him by the way his eyes are half-lidded and all traces of smiles and smirks from earlier are gone. She presses her boot to his shoulder, forcing him to keep his distance and trusting him to do so before removing it. The sharp point of her stiletto catches on his collarbone on its descent, causing him to hiss. 

“First, I want you to drive us somewhere nice and quiet.” Settling down further, her legs part, faux leather peeling back from her thighs as they do, until it’s plainly visible how much she wants this. Her unfathomable confidence is definitely dutch in its origin but she can’t help herself, warm flames of arousal threatening to take over. It’s delicious and agony all at once. “Then I want you to come back here and fuck my brains out.”

Seeing his eyes slip closed at her words sends a heady wave of something straight through her. Car Sex: 1, Killian: 0

“As you wish, Swan.” His voice is deep and raspy, so very clearly fucked and Emma loves it. She loves him. Every part of him. From the way his hair always looks like he’s just woken up, no matter what time of day it is or the way his shoulders tense as he turns away from her now to focus on the road ahead, pulling off from the street with white knuckles clutching the steering wheel. Most of all, she loves knowing that he’ll give her what she wants, over and over again, rough and hard.

To everyone else, Killian is well mannered and reserved. The mix of ex-naval captain, local history teacher and baked goods connoisseur tending to subconsciously command the respect of those in his presence. 

To Emma, he is so much more. He’s soft in ways she’d never had a partner to be before, so open and forthcoming with his adoration of her while still allowing her space to grow into the person she’s always wanted to be. He’s sarcastic to a fault but, then again, so is she. He’s so unapologetically passionate about the things he loves, which usually results in them binging TV shows together until the early hours of the morning on a school night and falling asleep tangled together on the couch.  

He’s everything she never knew she needed and he’s changed her for good.

Oh, and he’s also an incredibly good shag. His word, not hers. When he says it, it sounds filthy, whispered against her body in a way that brings her out in goosebumps every time. When she says it, it sounds… not like that. 

She can’t wait much longer, heat throbbing between her legs at the thought of him. She hadn’t even realised until the slow drag of her fingers through slick folds and across her clit caused a moan to erupt from her throat, that she’d been touching herself this whole time. 

Glancing up to the rearview mirror, she caught lust darkened eyes staring back.

Fuck.

Without thinking, she brings the fingers to her mouth. Salt and lust thick on her tongue. It’s a sharp sweet taste and Killian always waxes poetic about it; telling her how damn edible her cunt is, how he loves the taste she leaves on his tongue, how he loves making her taste herself from his lips. He’s always been able to make her fall to pieces. 

Daring to maintain eye contact, she sucks them between her lips.

He fucking moans at that. Deep. Guttural. Emma can feel it in her chest and, before she can even comprehend what’s going on, he pulls the jeep up to a halt. They’re parked somewhere she doesn’t recognise, tucked between two buildings shrouded in the dark, and she has no time to worry about anything else because Killian is out of the driver’s seat and crawling into the back through the passenger door. 

He had been wearing his leather jacket before and she absentmindedly wonders where it’s gone before her brain short circuits with the smash of his lips against hers. It’s wild and rushed and the weight of him crushing her into the seat below has whines slipping out between their kisses.

“That was dangerous.” He purrs, moving his mouth across her cheek, down to her jaw, her neck. Nipping where his teeth graze and sucking soft marks into her flesh. Looks like it’s high necked sweaters for the rest of the week. “What did I do to earn that delicious torture?”

Emma hums at his ministrations, warm buzz settling through her at his touch. Better, more electric than the subtle tingle of intoxication from earlier. This woke up every nerve in her body, slowly, bringing them alive and with wisps of an earth-shattering orgasm building deep down already. “The tit punch wasn’t totally appreciated if we’re being candid.”

“Candid’s not the word, love.” His lips leave her neck, leaning up to view his masterpiece and very clearly satisfied with the mess he’s made and his smirk pushes her over the edge. She reaches for his hips, fumbling around for the zipper on his jeans. He joins in, working together to free the erection she’d been hoping for. Killian was never one to disappoint her in that department. “This is downright indecent.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” 

She throws one booted leg around his hip pulls him closer until he nudges against her centre. 

There’s no preamble. No disclaimer. Sex for them is like coming home, a practised rhythm they’ve had down for what seems like aeons. As if they’d been destined for each other before they ever met. It’s perfect. Always is. He’s as thick and full as she’d been hoping, stretching her in the most delectable way and it drives her mad when he drags out slowly, angling himself in a way that has the head of his cock catching on that rough spot he usually finds only with his fingers. Clawing at his biceps as he fucks torturously slowly into her seems like the only option at this point. 

“Killia– fuck! Harder.” Is the only thing she can say. All other thoughts being variations of Fuck, Yes and Please.

He burrows his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and she can feel the smirk on his lips searing into her skin. The whimper has barely left her lips before it’s cut off with a moan as he hammers into her. While one hand holds himself up, the other shoves her dress up higher around her waist before snaking down across her stomach, through the smattering of hair at the apex of her thighs and further, finally coming to a halt just shy of her clit. 

She’s grateful Killian had been able to find somewhere secluded for them to undertake their activity because, had they been in the centre of Storybrooke, people in a three-block radius would definitely have been able to hear the scream that rips out of her with his touch, back arching off the seat as he teases her clit with his fingers.

“First, you’re going to come.” His voice is way calmer than it should be. Deep and ragged but calm all the same. Emma doubts she could even string a sentence together with the barrage of pleasure he’s putting her through. Not that she’s complaining. The look on his face as she flutters around him more than makes up for the fact that he’s still got full use of his speech, even if he is using it to spew filth. “Then, I want to fill you up– fuck, I’ve been thinking about this dress all night, Emma. Do you know what you do to me?”

How can she even respond to that? He continues to fuck her deeper, laving kisses across her collar bones. Adjusting the angle, the pressure, the speed to keep her always on her toes. Bringing her almost to the edge and then dragging her back. She wants to be mad about it but she can’t bring herself to feel anything other than pleasure coiling low in her belly. Killian knows her too well. He knows what she likes, how she wants to be fucked and how to take care of her after. He knows she hates being teased but he also knows that she comes so much harder when she’s had to work for it. 

As she said, he knows her too well.

“I’m close.” She sobs, arms thrown around his neck. Her call spurs him on, fucking into her faster and deeper while he strokes relentlessly at her clit with his thumb. It’s only a few seconds before a tsunami of an orgasm washes over her in full force, wave after wave of pleasure settling over as she’s fucked through it. Gentler now than before. She can’t hear anything over the rush of blood in her ears but she doesn’t miss the telltale grunts of her name as Killian follows shortly after with a few staccato pumps of his hips. True to his word, he comes deep inside her. The feeling of being so full warming her from the inside out. 

He collapses against her chest with a huff and she laughs, not able to resist running her hands through his hair. She loves him. From his grunty sex noises to the way he can’t seem to hold himself up once he’s spent. She loves all of him.

“Brainless yet, love?” He mumbles against his gifts from earlier. There’s a dull throb as he kisses one of the hickeys and Emma hums, wrapping him in her embrace. She doesn’t want to move, despite how awkwardly they’re tangled together and Killian growing soft inside her. If David catches them on his patrol in the morning, they’re screwed. Well, she is. He’d hold that over her for eternity. 

Pulling him tighter, she sighs. 

“Completely.” 

She’d have to ask Mary Margaret about that scar story again, for blackmail purposes.

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Gateway Drug | Part Twenty-Four

Table of Content or Part Twenty-Three

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): Language, Drug Abuse, Sexual Situations

A/N: Posted it earlier and only a few of you were able to access it for some reason so I’m reuploading it as a new post and maybe tumblr wont be weird about it

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They performed at the Monsters of Rock festival in Europe in August, and were beginning to be recognized on the streets at home more and more.

Nikki was beginning to dodge questions about our relationship in terms of groupies, while Tansy was dodging questions of rumors concerning the Miss December cover, mainly because she hadn’t been given the green light from Playboy to confirm she got it.

I also think she avoided talking about it publicly because she was embarrassed deep down. Women who posed and were comfortable with it were one thing, but Tansy was never as comfortable with it as she wanted us to think.

By the time everyone got back to L.A., the guys started in on a new album.

I wake up to low, soft strumming of bass notes, seeing Nikki sitting on the foot of the bed with his bare back to me with a notepad beside him.


Every night, even if he’s too messed up to barely function properly, he’s insisting on sex, and attempts to make it as good as he possibly can, as if he still feels guilty for what he said to me when we were fighting over the Tansy situation.

Pulling the covers up to my chest, I crawl to the foot of the bed, wrapping my arms around his torso, my lips pressing to his shoulder. 
He stops playing, his concentration slated, and looks at me from over his shoulder.


“Good afternoon.” He tells me with a little chuckle.


I rarely sleep later than him, and judging by the decline of sunlight through the window, it’s probably near five o'clock.


“Good afternoon.” I reply as he sets his bass aside, his hand reaching behind him pull me around to him so he can kiss me.


It’s sweet, but still rough in his Nikki way, and when we pull away from each other, I’m grinning mischievously, and pushing him back on the mattress.


I straddle him, and he laughs with a tone that emphasizes that he likes where this is going.


“Again?” He asks me in near disbelief, pulling my lips down to his.


“Mmhmm.” I hum while his lips are against mine, my hands unraveling the sheet from my body.


When we finish our three-hour warm up, we clean up and start getting ready to go out.


“Is it safe?!” Robbin calls from the other side of the bedroom door a couples minutes after I step in to the bedroom from the bathroom.


“Define ‘safe’.” I say back, getting a wink from Nikki as he fluffs his wet hair with his towel after he gets his pants on.


“You two aren’t fuckin’ anymore!” Robbin tells me.


I roll my eyes and look at the closed door.


“Yes, it’s saf—” I can’t finish because Nikki’s suddenly pushing me to the bed, getting on his knees on the floor, and burying his face between my legs just as the door cracks open. “Wait, wait, never mind!” I yell, trying to stay focused on warning Robbin, which is hard to do when Nikki’s eating me like he’s starving. 
“I’m tired of you guys thinking you’re sixteen again, and you’re not!” Robbin slams the door like a pouting kid, and I hold back laughter, arching my back and taking a deep breath as reality dissipates around Nikki and me.


After thirty minutes, I’m getting back in to the shower to rinse of my own sweat and cum, stepping back in to the bedroom, as Robbin is just leaving.


“Gross.” He comments at me in passing, about to go out with some of his own friends.


“We’re married!”


“You’re fucking in our room! I’m tired of sleeping in the living room.”
“You screwed Tansy!”


“Because she’s hot! That’s what guys do, Vivian! We screw hot girls! I’d fuck you if I didn’t like Nikki!"


"You’d what?” Nikki asks and I rub my lips together and hold back a laugh.


“I said if I didn’t like you, I would, but I do like you so no worries, Man.” Robbin argues, patting Nikki on the back.


I leave them to bicker, grabbing the clothes I’m wearing tonight before going back to the bathroom to get dressed before putting on makeup and straightening my hair.


By ten o'clock, I’m practically dragging Nikki away from the mirror as he tries to get his hair teased just right, although I told him it looked perfect.


“Nikki, just drive, you look fine.” I tell him honestly, waiting for him to crank the car so we can go.


He continues to pick at his hair, side-eying me.


“At least I’m not dressed like that.” He mumbles and I look down at my black leather skirt, and dark red tank top that mimics tight fitting lingerie with lace along the bust and a little bit of sheer material on the sides.


“Like what?” I ask sharply.


“Nothing.” He leaves his hair alone and cranks the car, but before he can shift gears, I’m grabbing his wrist to stop him.


“No, tell me."


He sighs and looks at me directly, raising his brows.


"I don’t feel like getting into a fight tonight.” He tells me. “And I will because you’re dressed like that.”


“Just because another guy looks at me doesn’t mean you have to try to kill them, Nikki.” I point out.


“They look, they make bets with their friends on whether they can fuck you or not, and then they talk to you with that motive. So I might as well save you both the trouble and time by just kicking their asses when they stare at you.”


“I don’t fight girls off of you."


"Because I’m not dressed like sex.”


“No, you’re just a rockstar with an unfairly attractive face, tan skin, and sexy hair, who wears leather pants tight enough to see your prick through.”


“Oh, please, it’s a known fact that chicks sell sex better than men do.”


“Because we’re smarter?”


“Because you’re like snakes wrapping yourselves around our dicks and sinking your fangs in to keep us by the balls."


"Must be miserable being that weak.” I comment as if I can’t relate, knowing good and well if he didn’t have me wrapped around his finger, I would’ve already gotten tired of him and left.


“I wouldn’t know.” He replies cooly. “Maybe…ask Vince if it is or not.”


I can’t help but laugh, elbowing him over the console and he smiles and shakes his head a little.


We get to the Rainbow for a pre-game meal being met by Tansy, Vince and Tommy at our booth.


“There they are!” Tommy exclaims like he hasn’t seen us in weeks, although we just got off the plane with him a few days ago. “Now, we can officially get this party goin’.” His hand pats excitedly on Nikki’s back, getting the waitress to bring out beers for them, while I opt for Pepsi.


Once we’re done eating and having decently sober conversation for the night, we leave to start whatever mess occurs.


“Where we going?” I ask once we’ve been walking down the street for a couple minutes, noticing that Vince is leading us now, and I grasping Tansy’s hand when she nearly trips on thin air to keep her from falling.


Tommy’s taking my other hand, swinging it back and forth with his like a couple of elementary school sweethearts flaunting our crush on one another on the playground.


“Tropicana so Vince can see his girlfriend.” Tommy and Tansy simultaneously say, exaggerating “girlfriend” in a teasing way.


“Yeah, yeah. whatever.” He rolls his eyes.


“Vince and Sharise, sittin’ in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g.” Tommy sing-songs.


“Fuck off, man.” Vince chuckles, pushing at Tommy with his shoulder. “I’m asking her to move in with me tonight so she doesn’t have to work there anymore.”


“You know, you’ve been awfully romantic with this is one, it’s really outta character for you.” Tansy points at him. “Either you really like her or you’re putting in overtime to get in bed with her."


"Little bit of both.” He tells her and I roll my eyes.


“Why can’t guys be nice to be nice?” Tansy asks me.


“Because ulterior motives are more fun than being not shitty.” I pipe.


“You don’t get to say anything about ulterior motives, Viv.” Vince points out. “Little miss, 'I’m here to support Tommy, but really I’ll just end up underneath the bass player.”


“Yes, Vince. Sleeping with Nikki was my intention all along. I left home to go see you guys play for the first time that night thinking, 'I’m gonna sleep with the bass player’.”


“Sure as hell backfired for me.” Nikki mumbles in a dreadful tone that is painfully serious, and causes an awkward silence to fall over everyone for half a second before Tommy and Vince try to ignore the comment.


When we get to Tropicana, “Looks That Kill” is blaring over the speakers and the drop-dead gorgeous blonde is by the bar in daisy dukes and a bikini top. 
Once Vince and Sharise are done talking, he waves us over while she goes back to finish her work for the night.


I just sit and observe, sipping water while Vince, Nikki, Tommy and Tansy take shot after shot, and eventually take turns slipping in to the bathroom to snort line after line, and–for Nikki and Tansy–smoke heroin.


I stay in my place and mind my own business.


Not my health, not my problem.


Tommy’s a kid in a candy shop looking at all the topless women serving drinks and the wrestling pits drenched in oil and mud with girls sliding around on each other as men cheer them on.


He, Vince and Tansy go to see some girl-on-girl action while Nikki and I are left to ourselves.


“I’m getting another drink.” He tells me, and I grab his wrist and stop him.


“Haven’t you had enough to drink, babe?” I ask him with a smile to avoid him thinking I’m trying to control him.


“Just one more, I promise.” He assures me, kissing me for a couple seconds before going to get a drink.


“Okay, Nikki.” I say to myself under my breath.


He finishes one more drink and then heads for the bathroom…repeatedly.


I go join Vince, Tommy, and Tansy in cheering on random women who, I have to hand it to them, kick ass even when there’s not much leverage or grip available due to being slippery.


Nikki comes back after trip number four to the bathroom, his eyes are doing weird little tricks that I don’t quite remember them doing before and he’s not saying anything, not even when one of us speaks to him.


He’s completely out of it.


The more crowded the club gets, the more I’m aching to leave for a moment get some fresh air.


I tug at Nikki’s jacket sleeve, catching his nearly untamable lack of attention span at the moment, and he looks down at me with pin-pointed pupils pulled tightly into his hazel irises.


“I’m going outside for a second.“ I tell him over the noise.


"I’ll come with you.” He lazily lets out, blinking slowly and I shake my head.


“No, you don’t have to do that, babe, I just need a little air.” I assure him and he nods.


Before I head to the door, I grab at Vince, who’s surprisingly the most sober for now.


“Keep an eye on him, please.” I ask in his ear so he can hear me clearly.
He glances at Nikki and nods.


I make my way outside, taking deep breathes that aren’t tainted by smoke, the smell of vomit and liquor, sex or sweat.


There’s the slightest nip in the air, making it just comfortable enough to be able to stand out here as long as I want to.


I decide to walk around a little bit to cleanse my senses of Tropicana.


My mind is going a mile a minute over things I can’t quite fix, or change, in all aspects of my life. Which leaves me plenty vulnerable to an unexpected and unintentional incident.


The door of an old Ford swings open just as I’m stepping by and knocks me to the pavement, causing some parts of my exposed legs and palms of my hands to be skint up.


“What the hell?!” I go to bitch the culprit out. “Pay some attention next time, ass–” I stop talking, looking up to see an odd combination of short, blue hair, and a completely lost yet sincerely apologetic expression.


“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” He scrambles to help me up, stuttering a little.
Once he helps me up he towers over me the way Tommy does, and looks down at me with his dark chocolate brown eyes as if he can’t form sentences all of the sudden.


“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I really didn’t.” He tries to tell me.


“You know, I’ve seen guys do all kinds of bullshit things just to have an excuse to talk to a half-way decent looking girl, but this is definitely a first.”


"Well, I just moved here to the city and still don’t even know how things work, let alone how the girls here work.” He helps me brush myself off, knocking tiny, embedded pavement chips from my calf muscle, opting me to let out a tiny hiss. “Sorry.” He apologizes again at the sound. “I wasn’t paying attention and I opened the door without giving it a second thought.” He explains, coming back up from crouching to look me in the eye.


“Kinda figured you weren’t from around here.” I say, examining his t-shirt and torn jeans and horrendous black, with red trim, trench coat.


“No, Seattle.” He tells me and I rub my lips together. “I moved to have a better shot at getting a band together."


"Band? Don’t tell me you sing.” I brush my hair out of my face when the wind blows a little bit.


“No, bass, guitar, and drums.” He smiles a little. “But, mainly bass.”

“Oh, alright.”

“I’m Duff, by the way.” He introduces himself.


“Like Billy Duffy?” I tease in a smart ass tone.


Ready…


��No, like, Duff McKagan."


I silently repeat the name in my mind, trying to decide whether I like it or not.


It matches his style, that’s for sure.


"Vivian.” I tell him.


Set…


“Like Vivian Leigh?” He mocks my tone from earlier.


“No, like, Vivian Sixx.”


Go.

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Shining Star

(Excerpt)

Pairing: Axl Rose x OC

1988

My ankles nearly roll on each other as I step out of the venue, stumbling in my heels, my heart beat seeming to thump to the rhythm of Lindsey Buckingham’s “Trouble” that I can already tell is rattling the speakers of the car I’m being herded to by security.


My sunglasses stay perched on my nose, shielding my light-sensitive eyes from the prying flashes of reporters, reaching hands that are out to get a touch of me from fans, and I zone out the yells and screams of my name and begging to give someone somewhere attention.


The car door is slammed behind me once I get inside the limo and let out a breath of relief, glancing at my company.


I don’t even speak, taking my jacket off and reaching into my purse to grab the loaded syringe.


“Axl said you should let up on that stuff, Tans.” Steven’s slurred voice erupts in my ears, his head leaned back with his own pair of sunglasses guarding his eyes. “Nikki just died, like, two weeks ago.”


“Last time, Popcorn, I promise.” I lie, wrapping the chain of the crucifix I received for Christmas from my best friend, Vivian, around my arm tightly to act as an aid to let me see my stripped veins better.


I wait until we’re stopped at a red light with plenty of lighting from the building’s around us to help me see better.


The sting of the needle is temporary before peace consumes me, and I’m collapsing.


I nearly died that night.


It was a couple days into the New Year, and ironically enough I had promised my boyfriend that I’d get sober as a New Years resolution.


I didn’t mean it.


If I had meant it, Steven Adler wouldn’t have been attempting to keep a close friend of his alive for the second time in the last ten days.

I was ungrateful.

At that point I had more money than I knew what to do with, an apartment in New Yok, a mansion in L.A., a gigantic beach house on Tybee Island, two Ferraris, a Porsche, and a Harley Davidson and I didn’t even know how the hell to drive any of it, a new boyfriend that treated me like a fucking princess and was already wanting to marry me, yet I was still so fucking unhappy.

My life was give and get: allow an agency and my mother to talk me in to giving myself up to pose nude in nearly every issue of Playboy from the age of eighteen to twenty-five, be one of their most consistent models, get crowned Playmate of The Month in December of ‘84, and follow that up with Playmate of the Year in 1985, and get heaps and heaps of money in exchange for my soul, sanity, ability to trust, will to live, and sobriety.

My addiction had nothing to do with being bored and partying to pass the time and then slipping in to something more serious.

I started on coke to lose weight after being told one-hundred and twenty-five pounds only meant I needed to lose an extra fifteen, started drinking heavily to calm myself down before every shoot, then when I started getting molested at least once a month by people in charge of me at my agency and photographers, alcohol no longer did the trick and I started on heroin and anything else that would numb the self-loathing and guilt I had for bringing all of it on to myself by being a sex symbol and never telling anyone “no.”

My issues started as a way of coping with what I did to earn money, and that’s how it ended.

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #douglas booth #daniel webber #colson baker #mötley crüe #the dirt #the dirt movie #gateway drug #shining star

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You've probably said this before but what's your favorite aspect of the TOG series? I've only read like ten pages of the first book lol

aaaaa thank u for asking!! this sort of leads into something i’ve been meaning to talk about for a while so i hope you’re prepared for An Essay No One Wanted By Me. anyway this is a two-part answer, read below:

1. Aelin. Celaena. The main bitch, whatever you wanna call her lol. Without her I probably wouldn’t have cared about the series at all and wouldn’t currently be trapped in ToG tumblr hell reluctantly stanning a racist and homophobic series, but unfortunately when I was like twelve years old or whatever and read the first book I literally imprinted on Celaena like a baby duckling. To the extent that she became, like, the default avatar for all my maladaptive daydreaming and If I Don’t Project On Her At All Times I Will Die. It’s not like she’s the only thing I like about the series (I loooove a lot of the other characters, especially the gals, and the writing can be really great and engaging and cinematic) but Aelin has always been the supermassive black hole at the center of it all for me. I wouldn’t know how to even begin untangling her character from my psyche at this point. It’s honestly a little disturbing. Anyway. 

2. Part two is a quality of the series that I feel was unprecedented in its strength in the first five books of the series (ToG-QoS plus the prequel novellas) and really really disappointingly weak in the last two books (EoS-KoA). Like I said above, Aelin has always been my main interest in tog so I read and enjoyed the last two anyway, but I definitely felt the loss of this - “this” being the detail and attention paid to all different types of relationships between characters, and how rich and unpredictable those relationships were as a result. 

That sounds like kind of a broad, vague thing, but what I mean is that (in my opinion) rarely are romances and friendships and rivalries explored with such nuance, complexity, drama, and realism in most YA as they are in ToG. I remember reading Cassandra Clare’s books (lmao.) as a pre teen and loving those as well, but totally being able to predict who was going to end up with who, and finding the character dynamics to be pretty cut and dry. 

In ToG that’s not the case at all. Like, you’ve got Celaena and Sam, a really complex example of enemies to lovers to….. Tragically Dead Boyfriend Whose Demise Fuels My Guilt and Self-Hatred For Seven More Books, Lysandra and Aelin, two girls pitted against each other by their abuser who team up a year later to unlearn their internalized misogyny and kill him, and Aelin and Chaol, who… how do I even describe the ups and downs (and downs. and more downs) of their relationship. 

And that’s just three pairs! Pull the names of two characters out of a hat and I can almost guarantee essays worth of material could be written about them. Arobynn and Aelin? Aelin and Nehemia? Chaol and Dorian, as much as I hate both of them and feel that their relationship as been widely mischaracterized? All fascinating!!! No two people in those first few books are just friends, or just lovers, or just enemies. It’s always more complex, there’s always a history or tension or competing agendas or viewpoints that Fuck Shit Up. 

And benefit of that is twofold: one, everything that happens between the characters just…. lands so well. The betrayals and triumphs and losses and victories of The Assassin’s Blade and Crown of Midnight and Queen of Shadows (especially TAB) are fucking heart-stopping. It’s great character-driven entertainment!! Gripping and engaging and vivid to the point of being painful. 

And two, there’s no way to predict where a relationship is going to go. Aelin and Lysandra teaming up in QoS instead of returning to their rivalry? Who would have thought! Ansel and Celaena’s summer fling (they were in love. fight me.) ending like That? Holy fuck. Nesryn and Chaol breaking up in ToD? Oh shit! I fell for it again! Rowan and Aelin ending up together after everyone swore they were brotp in HoF? Hell yeah! Chaolaena seeming like endgame and then ending forever, with Chaol and Aelin realizing that the rift between them that began in CoM was something that would never sufficiently heal? Unprecedented. Fucking badass for a YA book to curve everyone like that. Tween me was shook out of her mind. 

(Important to note, though, that the downside of this style was that SJM couldn’t tell where ~unpredictable relationships and characters~ ended and fridging began, and as a result, not one but two woc were killed off to make white characters sad and it sucked beyond belief). 

Aaaaaand then QoS, the peak of literature, turned into EoS, and SJM just… gave up on all of that. I remember the first time Dorian and Manon met, and I was like oh, okay. So they’re going to end up together. And I was right. I remember that on this site, before EoS came out, before Lorcan and Elide ever fucking MET, people predicted the existence of Elorcan!! And they were right!! Like how fucking boring? Everyone is just paired off into completely predictable heterosexual ships and those are now the only relationships we get to read about (with a few exceptions, like Aelin/Aedion, Aelin/Fenrys, etc.). 

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: my least favorite thing about Manorian is not that I find the relationship to be shitty (although I do, I really do). It’s that Dorian is suddenly the only character Manon gets to interact with in any meaningful way. 

Like, are you kidding?! I want to read about Manon and Elide, Manon and Asterin, Rowan and Lorcan, Aelin and Lysandra, Aelin and Nesyrn, even if it’s not romantically (although some of them, like Manon and Elide, absolutely should have been, and the fact that not only was that ship very thoroughly sunk, but also they didn’t even get to TALK after QoS, felt like a real slap in the face to gay fans, but I digress), because those pairings previously had hella complexity and drama. But we don’t get to. 

And this trend that’s so painfully present in the last two books Sucks for two reasons: one, every relationship that isn’t romantic (which were previously some of the most interesting ones) is abandoned so that more time can be made for The Hets™ and two, the relationships that are romantic, now the only ones left, are totally fucking boring and predictable!! If two characters are interacting at any point (if one is male and the other is female, of course) then you know for a fact that they’re not only love interests, but endgame. 

And that makes me not care even when there is drama between them. Elide giving Lorcan the cold-shoulder for three hundred pages, and Manon and Dorian arguing, and Aedion being cruel to Lysandra weren’t compelling narratives to me like they should have been, because the whole time I was just thinking “but it doesn’t matter. I know it’s still endgame. There are no stakes here whatsoever; it’s a done deal.” Whereas Chaol and Celaena’s devestating breakup in CoM felt like (and was) suuuuper Real. An all-in bet on the wrong person. Crazy shit. 

And not that I think two characters should never have a happy ending together (I really like rowaelin and nestaq and I would have loved malide!) but imagine how much cooler and subversive and entertaining it would have been if Elorcan, which seemed soooo totally cute and endgamey and borderline like fanfiction throughout all of EoS just ended forever right there and then on the beach, with Elide turning to Lorcan and saying “I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it” - and BAM. She never speaks to him again. He’s dead to her. 

I mean, talk about shock value! (See, Sarah, you can have shock value without killing of a person of color to make a white character sad 🙃). And I totally get that relational twists like that alienate fans more than just going the expected route and having them kiss and make-up does (I mean, the ending of Chaolaena in QoS certainly did, Jesus Christ) but I, Bella aelinbitch, personally live for that shit, and isn’t it only fair that all media cater directly and specifically to me? Lmao. But seriously, I do think it’s objectively more interesting, and that it keeps readers on their toes (I was on my ASS in EoS and KoA. Like. I was flat on my back sinking into the Earth). 

And there are still sort of… glimmers of the old way she wrote in the first few books, but it just feels like a tease rather than something that’s really explored and indulged in the way it was before, and it just ends up being more frustrating (like what was the point of Manon and Dorian not getting married at the end of KoA if I would bet my life savings that in World of Tog it’ll be confirmed that they’re either married or still together) and sometimes downright problematic? Like to return to a previous example, I think all the drama between Aedion + Lysandra was a result of Sarah’s previous (good) instincts to shake stuff up and complicate the character dynamics, but it backfires because when they end up together, it’s not ever… worked out? Or addressed? If you create really intense drama between two people, then that needs to show up in their relationship, no matter how happy they end up together. It doesn’t just disappear.

And despite the fact that her understanding of that concept (that shit between two people doesn’t just disappear like magic) is one of my absolute favorite things about the first few books, Sarah even went as far as to use the last two books to retcon some of the original complexity away, which makes me want to rip out my hair!! Like Aelin at the end of KoA just going “Love you Chaol and Love you Dorian xoxoxoxoxox best friends forever!!!” instead of having, like, any type of mixed feelings about the way these boys treated her? I mean, come on! 100 pages earlier Chaol was openly saying she should die instead of Dorian! Why is everything just peachy-keen instead of fraught with tension!! (I know why. I know. It’s because she introduced way too many characters/POVs/storylines as the series went on and didn’t know what to do with them all besides sideline the nonromantic ones and pair off everyone else boy-girl boy-girl down the line). Or if it has to be peachy-keen, why is the peachy-keeness never critically examined as, perhaps, a repressive mechanism for Aelin to avoid dealing with painful truths from her past? Now that would be interesting. 

(My ideal World of ToG would be just a transcript of the characters’ therapy sessions where Aelin realizes that her insistence that “Chaol and Dorian Are Her Friends!” is actually a way to keep herself safe emotionally and that she has plenty of reasons to hate them, and Lysandra realizes she should divorce Aedion lmao).  

Anyway tldr: The variety, complexity, depth, and unpredictability of the relationships in Throne of Glass was simultaneously the most realistic (sometimes relationships of all kinds fall apart or veer off in unexpected directions and love is temporary and the boy you met in the first chapter isn’t actually your soulmate and it doesn’t mean he’s a villain) and the most gripping and dramatic (I would have been totally chill if maeve and erawan weren’t a thing and tog was just like a medieval soap opera, that’s how entertaining the character dynamics were) thing about the series, and to lose that in the last two books because of Heterosexuality (and introducing too many POVs and not knowing what to do with them all)…. kinda devastating. 

This ended up being waaaaaay more complaining than it was talking about what I loved, but the only reason it bothers me so much is because it used to be so good!!! So just imagine the inverse of all the frustration I just vomited into this ask and you’ll have a good idea of how much I loved the series when things weren’t this way.

#im SO sorry for how shittily worded/ranty/emotional/long this is but *antoni from queer eye voice* a shitty YA series is actually something #that can be so personal... #greatest hits: hot takes

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Arya and Gendry hints from the books...

Ok, I should had written about them to be honest, but life got it in the way. So, for you, lets go. I have to admit that once I reread Arya’s chapters last year, her relationship with Gendry was absolutely delicious to read. There is a lot of foreshadowing for this couple, I am not sure if they will end up together … One of the first foreshadows happens pretty much in the first book, there is always references of hammers and blacksmiths on Arya storyline, its actually pretty funny.

She frowned down at them with dismay and glanced over to where her sister Sansa sat among the other girls. Sansa's needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. "Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed."Arya has the hands of a blacksmith."

A Game of Thrones - Arya I

Arya has the hand of a blacksmith!!!!! This is pretty good.

“Is that why you killed all the Starks?”

“Not all,” said Jaime. “Lord Eddard’s daughters live. One has just been wed. The other…” Brienne, where are you? Have you found her? “…if the gods are good, she’ll forget she was a Stark. **She’ll wed some burly blacksmith** or fat-faced innkeep, fill his house with children, and never need to fear that some knight might come along to smash their heads against a wall.”

- Jaime, ADWD

Again, thats pretty on the nose.

Their friendship begins because Gendry takes her side when everyone else is either ignoring her or bullying/attacking her. And later on they become pretty much inseparable, they even share their food with each other.

“Leave him be,” said the boy with the shaggy black hair who rode behind them. Lommy had named him the Bull, on account of this horned helm he had that he polished all the time but never wore. Lommy didn’t dare mock the Bull. He was older, and big for his age, with a broad chest and strong-looking arms…

The Bull shouted, “Behind you,” and Arya spun. Hot Pie was on his knees, his fist closing around a big jagged rock…

Lommy Greenhands wasn’t even hurt, yet he stayed as far away from Arya as he could get. “Every time you look at him, he twitches,” the Bull told her as she walked beside his donkey.

Arya, A CLASH OF KINGS

Once they are together, Arya is always trying to be in the company of Gendry, she still doesn’t understand why she wants his company all the time, but she does…. And she is clearly attracted to him, but  since she is still so young, she again, doesn’t really understand why....

"She climbed to the roof and peeked down. Gendry was beating out a breastplate. When he worked, nothing existed for him but metal, bellows, fire. The hammer was like part of his arm. **She watched the play of muscles in his chest and listened to the steel music he made. He’s strong, she thought.”**

Gednry also, thinks Arya is beautiful and is also, always by her side. BTW, this is by far one of my favorite chapters in the books. Gendry loves being a smith and when he finds out there is a smithy close to the inn they are staying he invites Arya to go see it with him. She is the only one he shares any personal information or secret.

"Arya?" Gendry had followed her out. "Lady Smallwood said there's a smithy. Want to have a look?"

"If you want." She had nothing else to do.

In this conversation Gendry is sharing how he was going to make his first sword. He telling something to Arya that he propably told no one else. He is playfull with her, pinches her face, calls her pretty. He is soooo smitten with her, ughhh, my fucking heart

"He won't remember me, but he used to come to our forge." The Smallwood forge had not been used in some time, though the smith had hung his tools neatly on the wall. Gendry lit a candle and set it on the anvil while he took down a pair of tongs. "My master always scolded him about his flaming swords. It was no way to treat good steel, he'd say, but this Thoros never used good steel. He'd just dip some cheap sword in wildfire and set it alight. It was only an alchemist's trick, my master said, but it scared the horses and some of the greener knights."

She screwed up her face, trying to remember if her father had ever talked about Thoros. "He isn't very priestly, is he?"

"No," Gendry admitted. "Master Mott said Thoros could outdrink even King Robert. They were pease in a pod, he told me, both gluttons and sots."

"You shouldn't call the king a sot." Maybe King Robert had drunk a lot, but he'd been her father's friend.

"I was talking about Thoros." Gendry reached out with the tongs as if to pinch her face, but Arya swatted them away. "He liked feasts and tourneys, that was why King Robert was so fond of him. And this Thoros was brave. When the walls of Pyke crashed down, he was the first through the breach. He fought with one of his flaming swords, setting ironmen afire with every slash."

"I wish I had a flaming sword." Arya could think of lots of people she'd like to set on fire.

"It's only a trick, I told you. The wildfire ruins the steel. My master sold Thoros a new sword after every tourney. Every time they would have a fight about the price." Gendry hung the tongs back up and took down the heavy hammer. "Master Mott said it was time I made my first longsword. He gave me a sweet piece of steel, and I knew just how I wanted to shape the blade. Only Yoren came, and took me away for the Night's Watch."

“You can still make swords if you want,” said Arya. “You can make them for my brother Robb when we get to Riverrun.”

“Riverrun.”** Gendry put the hammer down and looked at her. “You look different now. Like a proper little girl.” “I look like an oak tree, with all these stupid acorns.”

Part of the reason Gendry doesn’t like the idea to go to Riverrun and serve Robb Stark  is because once he does that, their magical moments together will be gone. You see it, as long as they stay hidden on the roads of Westeros together, there is a tiny part of Gendry that can dream of being with Arya, they are just  dirty kids running away from the Lannisters together; once they are reunited with King Robb and Lady Stark, Arya, of course will retake  her position of a high born Lady and he will be just a bastard boy serving House Stark. Sometimes reality is just too painful.

“Nice, though. A nice oak tree.” He stepped closer, and sniffed at her. “You even smell nice for a change.”

“You don’t. You stink.” Arya shoved him back against the anvil and made to run, but Gendry caught her arm. She stuck a foot between his legs and tripped him, but he yanked her down with him, and they rolled across the floor of the smithy. He was very strong, but she was quicker. Every time he tried to hold her still she wriggled free and punched him. Gendry only laughed at the blows, which made her mad. He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was tom. on her stupid acorn dress. “I bet I don’t look so nice now,” she shouted.

Gendry is always described as a serious and grumpy boy, the only momments he seems relaxed and happy is when he is with Arya. Look at the way he talks to Arya about his art of making swords, he was sharing a very special thought with her and he will do this with only her. He is falling for her, but she is a Highborn Lady and he is a bastard and he knows what this means.

Tom was singing when they returned to the hall.

My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down,

I’ll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord.

I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.

Pay attention to those lyrics, “I will dress you in yellow silk”.. yellow is the colour of House Baratheon … and on your head a crown… you all know that Arya is going to be a queen, you have been warned by me, lol. “For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword.” This is a love declaration…

Harwin took one look at them and burst out laughing, and Anguy smiled one of his stupid freckly smiles and said, “Are we certain this one is a highborn lady?” But Lem Lemoncloak gave Gendry a clout alongside the head. “You want to fight, fight with me! She’s a girl, and half your age! You keep your hands off o’ her, you hear me?” “I started it” said Arya. “Gendry was just talking.” “Leave the boy, Lem,” said Harwin. “Arya did start it, I have no doubt. She was much the same at Winterfell.”

Tom winked at her as he sang:

And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.

I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass,

But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

In the second verse of the song, the lady accepts the love of the Lord, but refuses his proposal “She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me.” But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

I think that George was trying to tells us, that even tho Arya desires love, she may not desire marriage. Her hungry for independence may be stronger. I hope I am wrong, I would like to see them getting married.

Gendry was actually very jealous of Arya friendship with Ned Dayne.

Poor Ned seemed to grow more miserable with every mile. “When I wear my helm, the rain beats against the steel and gives me headaches,” he complained. “But when I take it off, my hair gets soaked and sticks to my face and in my mouth.”

“You have a knife,” Gendry suggested. “If your hair annoys you so much, shave your bloody head.”

He doesn’t like Ned. The squire seemed nice enough to Arya; maybe a little shy, but good- natured…

“You have a House?” That was stupid; he was a squire, of course he had a House. “Who are you?”

“My lady?” Ned looked embarrassed. “I’m Edric Dayne, the… the Lord of Starfall.”

Behind them, Gendry groaned. “Lords and ladies,” he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. “Ow,” he said. “That hurt.” He felt the skin above his eye. “What kind of lady throws crabapples at people?”

“The bad kind,” said Arya, suddenly contrite. She turned back to Ned. “I’m sorry I didn’t know who you were. My lord” …

Just like Arya is also very much jealous of Bella:

Then maybe I’ll go find that black-haired girl and ring her bell for her.”

“But…”

“I said, go away. M’lady.”

Arya whirled and left him there. A stupid bullheaded bastard boy, that’s all he is. He could ring all the bells he wanted, it was nothing to her.

BTW, just like in the tv show Gendry decided to join Jon Snow and serve him, I believe the same will happen in the books. The last time Gendry and Arys talked in the books Arya was mad at him because he decided to join the brotherhood and not go to Riverrun to serve Rob.

I think Gendry regrets this decision and wishes to make it right with Arya, not to mention, Jon will be the last chance he will have to reconnect with Arya. I have no doubt they will reunite in the books too.

There is so much more about them in the books, this is just a tiny piece. I can easily say they are one of my favorite couples of this story. I love, love love them and will write more about them for sure. I hope Gendry survives season 8, his death would break my heart!!!

BTW - Imiss writing metas and I miss tumblr, life has been crazy these past months, but I will be here for sure for season 8!!!

#arya x gendry #season 8 #game of trhones

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Hate to Love You Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Yes I changed up the gif for this part because he looks like he’s saying something obnoxious and it’s hOT and i just wanted to share

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count:1,646

Warnings:Smut, didn’t check spelling lol

It took a while for you to go back to Brady and Jimmy’s place. You had no idea when Jimmy was going to try to get you to fulfill your terms of the lost bet. That was something you could do without, and as long as you didn’t see him it wouldn’t happen. However, you were beginning to miss Brady and felt bad about dodging his calls. You also really didn’t want to Jimmy dictate how you spent your time, so when Brady invited you over for a movie night you couldn’t say no.

When you walked in, you were happy to see Kevin and Brady’s girlfriend were there as well. More people meant more of a buffer between you and Jimmy. Plus, you hoped it meant he was less likely to try something. He didn’t bother looking up from your phone when you came in, which you thought was a good sign. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood.

Kevin smiled at you softly, and you decided to take a seat next to him on the couch. It didn’t hurt he was on the opposite end of Jimmy either. You and Kevin caught up while Brady and Gracia playfully argued over what movie to watch. It was entertaining to watch, they were already like an old married couple even in their early 20s. After an intense debate over a romcom or an action movie, Brady caved. Being the good boyfriend he is, went with her choice, which was the action movie for the record. Brady has a secret romcom addiction that he only let few people know about. You and Kevin snickered and Brady feigned annoyance as he got it playing.

As the movie played out, you could feel Kevin tentatively lean into you. It was like he wanted to be close to you or cuddle, but wasn’t quite brave enough to go all in. There was the softest aura of nervousness coming off him and you thought it was sweet. You allowed yourself to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth on your cheek even through his sweatshirt. Kevin relaxed almost instantly when you made contact, like he was letting out a breath he had been holding and it made you smile.

You suddenly became very aware of Jimmy’s presence. From the corner of your eye, you saw him steal a glance at the two of you and his energy shifted. It was palpable, well to you at least. No one else seemed to notice the tension that was building between the two of you. Even if he wasn’t looking at you anymore, you still felt like he was staring a hole into you.

Jimmy jumped up out of nowhere, startling you slightly. “I’m getting a drink, anybody want something?” he asked, headed towards the kitchen. Everyone called out a drink, except for you. You were suspicious, not that you ever thought Jimmy would ever do anything to your drink, he’s not that much of asshole. Even you could admit that. Still, your gut told you something was up and he wasn’t just doing a random act of kindness.

Jimmy came back a few minutes later, hands filled with glasses. He stopped at Kevin first, but you kept your eyes straightforward. Just as Kevin was reaching for a glass, it slipped from Jimmy’s hand, spilling all over you.

“Asshole!” you exclaimed, jumping up, trying to avoid the water. It was too late, the whole front of you was drenched.

“Sorry y/n, it was an accident,” Jimmy replied. You knew without a doubt it was not an accident.

“Yeah right,” you snapped, shaking the water off your hands, “God you’re such a dick.” You were looking down at yourself, wondering how the hell you were doing to dry off. Brady and Jimmy barely owned shampoo and conditioner - you had to get them off that 2 in 1 stuff - so they definitely did not have a hair drier.

“Aw come on y/n, he didn’t mean it. He had a lot in his hands,” Brady said, trying to defuse things. You wondered how he could be so oblivious. If it wasn’t coming from such a place of innocence, you probably would have snapped at him too. “Why don’t you go grab some of my sweats? You can toss your clothes in the drier.”

You nodded, “Yeah okay, thanks Brady.” You shot Jimmy a dirty look, before heading back to Brady’s room. You shut the door behind you, digging through the drawer you knew Brady kept his sweats in. You were looking for one specific pair - the only ones that didn’t look like a tent on you. Finally you found them, yanking them out triumphantly. 

You heard the door open behind you. “That’s okay Brady I know whe-” you stopped finding Jimmy closing door the door behind himself, not Brady. The sweats fell from your hands and you knew what was coming.

“I want my blow job,” Jimmy stated simply.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you snapped. Did he really think he could dump water on you and then get his dick sucked?

“You lost a bet, remember?” Jimmy shot back, stepping closer to you. You crossed your arms defiantly, not ready to give in.

“What about our friends? What are they gonna think about us disappearing for awhile?” you questioned.

“Make it quick and it won’t matter,” he replied. You were going to argue further, but an idea suddenly hit you. You were going to win this round.

“Fine.” You dropped to your knees, ignoring how he smirked down at you. It was only bearable because he wouldn’t be smiling like that for long. You undid his jeans, sliding down his boxers just enough to get his dick out. You kept your face straight, not wanting to give away your shock at how big he was. And he was only half hard. You annoyingly felt wetness pool between your legs. Now was not the time.

You shook your head, reminding yourself to get down to business. You took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before moving down him. You used your mouth to get him slick, allowing your hand to easily move up and down the parts you couldn’t reach. 

Suddenly, there was a buzzing from Jimmy’s pocket. You tried to ignore it at first, just wanting to get this done as soon as possible. However the buzzing continued, messing with your concentration and frankly was just annoying. If you had to suck his dick, you should at least be able to do it peace.

“You gonna answer that?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Ignore it,” Jimmy replied quickly.

“I can’t work under these conditions,” you said, half smiling knowing it would irritate him. You deserved a little fun too.

He groaned, rolling his eyes and digging his phone out of his pocket. As you he slid it out, you could see “Dad” across the screen. Awkward. Maybe that would kill his boner, if only you were that lucky. He looked at who was calling, an emotion flashing through his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t wow-my-dad’s-calling-me-during-a-bj-this-is-weird-i-wanna-stop emotion, but it definitely was not positive.

“It’s not important,” he muttered. He tossed his phone down on the bed, turning his attention back to you. “You’re not off the hook. Get to it.”

You muttered to yourself, your curiosity put on hold as you went back to your mission. It was slow go at first, the call having affected Jimmy’s mood and your rhythm. However, you soon felt him getting harder in your mouth as your tongue slid over his length. His hands tangled in your hair, pushing your further on to him. His head was tilted back, low moans escaping his parting lips. You could tell he was getting close.

“Fuck, I’m go-” before he could finish you pulled off him with a defiant pop. You jumped up, meeting his confused face with a smirk.

“What the hell? Maybe you’ve never done this before but I was not done,” Jimmy said. You laughed, pushing past him and grabbing the sweats off the floor.

“You never said I had to make you cum,” you pointed out, changing your clothes. You didn’t care if Jimmy saw - it’s not like it was anything he hasn’t seen already.

“Um that’s just implied,” Jimmy shot back, annoyance thick in his voice.

“Well maybe if you wanted specific terms you should have negotiated better,” you replied with a feigned smile, throwing his words back at him. He stared at your dumbfounded as you walked to the door. You paused, turning back around to say, “You may want to put your dick away now. Unless you plan to suck it yourself?”

The last thing you saw was Jimmy going red, grumbling to himself as pulled his pants back up. You laughed to yourself, tossing your clothes into the drier, thinking about how annoyed Jimmy must be right now. That would teach him to mess with. You checked yourself in your phone camera before rejoining everyone in the living room - you couldn’t go out there looking like you were just sucking dick.

“Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to put together the perfect outfit,” you covered for yourself with a joke. Everyone laughed, seemingly unaware of what happened just a few rooms away. What beautiful, oblivious people.

“Did you see Jimmy? He said he wasn’t feeling good and was going to lie down,” Brady asked casually.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “I’m sure he’s okay though.” You settled back next to Kevin, smiling to yourself, finally feeling like you had tasted victory. Victory was salty apparently.

authors note: sorry for the terrible joke there at the end I had to okay!!! ty for reading part 4 will be out soon <3

#j vesey #jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey smut #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers smut #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction

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And so, the real questions begin! 

12:  Who would you kill? Yikes, coming right out of the gate swinging, huh? Okay, so, if I was hard pressed to actually choose someone to eliminate from the story, I’d have to go with either Mineta or Aoyama. Partially because neither of them play a big enough role to really effect the story much plot-wise and also because that would open up a spot in class 1-A for Shinso! Look, I don’t even stan Shinso like that but there is a very real problem with the entrance exam if Toru managed to pass but he couldn’t. Also I’m about 90% sure that he’d work harder/take his hero courses more seriously than Mineta and Aoyama combined! The point is that there are more deserving people other than those two who should be in those seats and thats all I’m saying.

13: Who would you like to marry? Hng, this is gonna’ be hard because I have a great harem to choose from and no one really stands out as the one among all these best boys. Endeavor is a great choice because, duh. Rich, famous and powerful. Can’t go wrong there. However, that would require him to divorce his current wife and I don’t know if thats something he’d ever do. Dabi doesn’t seem like the marriage type (not in the traditional sense, anyway) and I’m honestly pretty on the fence about how Mirio and I would even get along on a basic level despite the fact I do love him. Bakugou as he is now probably couldn’t handle a relationship let alone a marriage so that would definitely be something to look forward to in the future. Of course I’d be happy to help him grow and become a more grounded person but it would be quite the rocky road. So, that leaves Fat Gum and, truthfully, I think he might be the unexpected winner. Somehow the thought of meeting in our late twenties and promptly settling down into a routine with one another that is both comfortable and passionate just ... *sigh* it just sounds really fucking nice, kthx.

14: Date with? Uh, all of them. Thanks, but I know what I’m about.

15: Gaze at the stars with? Honestly? Dabi. I think he seems like the type to spout some introspective, existential-crisis-inducing shit and then follow it up with a goofy remark that brings you back to the moment. A spooky date to be sure, but a pleasant one nonetheless. 

16: Fave BNHA theory? I bet everyone and their mom has the same answer as me but the Dabi-is-a-Torodoki theory has me fucking shook.The exact words out of my mouth when I first heard this was a thing was “that sounds like bullshit fanwank”. But then I read what people had to say on the matter and I was like okay, okay. They actually gave this some thought. And then I read the manga and I am just completely sold. There are simply too many little hints and coincidences for me not to subscribe to theory so here we are. If it ends up not being true, I’ll probably be the one crying the loudest tbh.

17: Fave Arc in BNHA? Geez, I don’t even know. The sports festival was pretty damn good. The rescue Bakugou arc was mind blowingly explosive. The provisional license exam was fun. I really don’t think I can pick one above the rest which is a testament to Horikoshi’s storytelling abilities.

18: Stranded on an island with? My harem of course. What kind of question even is this?

19:  Fave student in Class 1-A? Bakugou. Hands down.

20: Fave student in Class 1-B? Monoma and Kendo in equal measure, I’d say.

21:  Best boy? Ugh. Stop doing this to me. Three-way tie between Bakugou, Endeavor and Fat Gum.

22: Best girl? Toga and Cammie are tied for me. 

23: Fave animal-related quirk? I don’t know why but Tora’s pliabody quirk just really tickles me. Of all the (at this point) cliche feline traits he could’ve gotten, it was the ability to contort his body in ridiculous ways and I just really gotta’ give Horikoshi credit for thinking outside the box.

24: Flaws of BNHA that you hate? Hmm. I suppose the only legitimate complaint I have is that, being serialized in Weekly Shounen Jump, it follows a very typical story line for this type of manga. That is to say, I think the culture festival arc would’ve been just fine without Gentle and La Barva making a shoehorned appearance. Let the kids be kids every once in a while. Each arc doesn’t have to feature a sudden villain attack of one kind or another because, at that point, it stops being a jarring event and its just a part of the status quo. I would’ve enjoyed this arc a lot more if it had focused on the actual festival and the students instead of spending so much time on a pair of villains that I, quite frankly, did not give a shit about. But its published in one of the most competitive magazines in Japan so putting the brakes on the action to shift to a more SOL pace isn’t really feasible and I get that. It still kind of sucks though.

25: Most fave class? If this is asking what I think it is, then class 1-A is the clear winner for obvious reasons.

26: Department/Team? Bakusquad is my favorite team. : p 

27: Fave non-hero/villain character (civilian)? Toga with Dabi as a very close second. But considering how the fandom villainizes him, I think Endeavor is also an applicable answer to this question. 

Okay, this is a lot longer than I’d anticipated so look out for part three of Otomeshi’s Shitty Opinion Corner! Coming soon!

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Falling Into A Different Destiny - Cops, Robbers, Strippers, And Error - Part 2

Where: In this Multiverse, all the Monsters Error doesn't know and does know are either criminals, crime lords, murders, hired assassins/hitmen/bodyguards, in the law force or medical job of some kind in some way or another, barely any are civilians. Magic works different, they can still use fighting magic, but it is only taught to those training in law enforcement. To use it outside of that is severally illegal. No other Gaster Blasters besides Error's, and magic has been used in technology making magic guns and such. Monsters were never trapped Underground, the War never happened. But that doesn't mean there wasn't hatred and racism happening over the years.

No pairings decided for this one yet.

With the Codes being harder to access, all Error could do was make a fake identity for him and his kids, only a little background and nothing else. So, selling the gold, he moved into a pretty slummy neighborhood in a cheap - and filled with all kinds of people that the police would either love to find and/or arrest but either have no dirt on them, they retired and now are in hiding or they changed their identities as well to hide from the cops - apartment and decided to steal everything he needs from now on as he can't get a job with having barely any past to his name in this world. He meets his new neighbors and thinks he should have moved into a different apartment complex when everything is said and done. Hearts - UnderLust!Sans - who is a single father who works as a stripper and lives to Error's right with his son Compassion - UnderLust!Papyrus - who is a few years older then Null. And because Error's life is just that much of a mess, Hearts and him somehow become best friends. Error's still not sure how that happened to be honest. On the left is Granny G - who never gives out her real name - who Error swears up and down is a retired assassin of some kind.

Doesn't stop her chocolate chip cookies from being so delicious though. Seriously, he doesn't care if she really is putting poison in it to try and kill him off, he will eat them all.

But the real mess starts when Error somehow gains the attention of both the cops and criminals of all kinds. How? He has no idea. But that doesn't change the fact he has nosy police officers, detectives, and criminals sniffing after him for whatever reasons.

The worst part is that it all started with a beautifully wrapped gift left in front of his door. Good thing Error is too paranoid for his own good, as when he carefully opens it he was already expecting it to be worse then it already was. He was expecting it to take down the whole apartment or leak a poisonous gas that will kill everyone but him. But nothing like that was in the box, in fact, Error didn't see the big problem with it. Just confused on why anyone would send it to him.

Error still doesn't get why Hearts freaked out so bad, it was just a pile of dust.

-

I am so happy so many others love this story as much as I do making it! Error is so much fun to write in this story and Hearts as his best friend is funny to write. I'm having a lot of fun with this story, much more then I should I must admit. Poor Error is in for some crazy ass shit and is going to drag Hearts with him no matter what. "iF i'M GoiNG doWN, i'M TAkiNG yOU wiTH ME!" "Error, I really want-You bitch! Not the face! That's my job right there! Rude assholes, I'm in the middle of a conversation. Now, where was I? Oh, right. ERROR I REALLY WANT TO GO HOME NOW!"

Really, they are like those crazy best friends who would go to jail for the other and get into some crazy stuff while saying the most inappropriate things to each other at the wrong times. Like having a conversation of 'Is my face okay?!' or 'I really think I left the cookies in the oven Error, I'm sorry!' along with the 'NO! NOT THE COOKIES!' being roared out afterwords in that example while in a dangerous situation making others look at them like they are insane. It doesn't help that they are also best friends raising their kids together, making it seem and coming off like they are in a romantic relationship when they are not. It adds another layer to their characters and relationship; Two insane friends trying to raise their kids together in a shit filled city. They are essentially queer-platonic married to one another.

But honestly, what do you expect from Hearts and Error? Hearts grew up in the slums, a harsh past, has seen and heard a lot in his life to make him a little warped in many ways, like what can be considered normal and is a single father willing to do anything for his children or kids as he considers Null and Void as his as well. Like, he sees no wrong with Error killing people really, he's grown up around that kind of stuff, but he knows that it is against the law so he knows not to say anything to the wrong people.

In Error's case, he pretty much grew up in the Anti-VOID as he doesn't remember his AU or past really. Growing up abused and being forced to kill really messes and warps a person. And counting all the years he has had to do this? Yeah, Error is insane still, but less of the I'm-going-to-kill-the-whole-Multiverse-because-of-what-it-has-done-to-me, and more of, If-you-do-not-leave-me-and-mine-alone-I-will-show-you-why-I-am-a-God-of-Destruction-and-not-give-any-shits-about-your-dust-and/or-burning-corpse-as-I-laugh-over-it. Still insane, but controls it better and less murderous in the long run. Unless you mess with what he considers his, then all bets are off and I pity you for being so stupid for even thinking it let alone trying.

Pairings are still undecided I am sad to say, but that just means that I can give almost everyone some moments with Error and even Hearts, at the least until I decide who to pair with who. Also, this is a darker story. Love affairs, cheating, divorcees, abusive relationships, forced relationships, obsessive love, obsession and possession, possessive love, kidnapping, stalking, murder, killing, even more darker subjects, darker characters in general and everything else in between or even further then those things can and will most likely happen in this story. This is a more grittier story especially compared to the others - unless they are a more darker story too like this one. So warnings for all of that.

In other words, everything and anything can go in this story because it is one fucked up Multiverse.

-Start Chapter-

"pAcINg iSn't GoINg tO HElp yOU FeEl bEttER." Error pointed out from where he was leaning on the wall near the small kitchen table. "iN fACt, i thINk it'S MAKinG yOU fEEL mORE anXIous." Error pointed out, seeing Hearts's expression getting worse and worse as well has his frown growing more potent.

"I know that!" Hearts snapped before sighing, slowing to a stop with his pacing by the couch. "I-I just can't help it Error. First this funeral of a box and now the cops are actually coming!" Hearts sharply turned to Error, who didn't even flinch or look worry at all. "The cops haven't been aloud to come inside this building without a search warrant for over a good fifty or so years! I mean, I did ask for them, but I kind of thought that they would say no, but then again this is the C Mob. Not even the Land Lords want to mess with that."

And wasn't that the truth. Once Hearts told the Land Lords what had happened, they aloud calling the cops after the warning went out. The warning was them warning all residents that the Cops were coming and that they should prepare according to that. When asked for the reason, as they wanted to know if someone was going on a killing spree and got the answer of it being because of the 'C Mob trying some shit on a resident', no one complained after that little answer got grim looks on all of their faces, like they were getting ready for a war or the Apocalypse.

People and Monsters alike living in the building started getting ready. Leaving for the night, boarding up their little apartment, helping others clean things up so that no cops would be banging on their doors for that and to get ride of the smell of blood and death that seemed to be seeping from the walls. Once it was out that the new resident, Error, was the one to get threatened, more then one person slipped Hearts some papers as they went about getting ready for the cops coming while Hearts was talking to the Land Lords about what was going on, Error staying with the kids as a precaution.

Error blinked at all the numbers and notes that Hearts handed to the glitch when the heart eyed skeleton came back from talking to the Land Lords. Apparently a lot of the residents hated the Mob and Mafia, so they gave Error contacting numbers for themselves if he needed a alibi or if they needed to contact people who owe them a few 'favors' from back when they were still 'active' if Error needed help or information.

Hearts laughed himself sick, because, unknown to Error, Error had a little fledgling information network now. The whole building was Error's information network even though he has never met any of them. But you know what they say, common enemies brings many together. And a whole lot of people in the building hates the Mob for what they have done to them or loved ones. Many fear the Mobs, all the Mobs in the city and around it, at varying degrees. The 'C Mob' was at the top or very close to it with a few others along with it or just under it. That means many have felt the 'C Mobs' anger. Gangs, Gangsters, street rats and many more hates the Mob because of what they do to them. Many have felt the burn from some type of Mob in their lives and remember it well.

Even in his stressed state, 'GET LAID' was still in the forefront oh Hearts mind, so Hearts looked to the names on the papers as he hid them in his own apartment for Error. If Error were to make friends with these people in the apartment, it would be great! Frightening as most of them used to be criminals or still are, but great for Error's social life. Besides, Error was strong enough to punch someone out if it came to it. He's seen it happen plenty of times, the first time when they first saw each other even.

After all that was done, Hearts called the cops once the Land Lords gave the okay and Error want to tell the kids what was going on.

If Hearts was in his right mind when he had to dial 911, he would have made Error do it for the laughs at the least - Hearts could see Error calling and bluntly stating what had happened and insulting them all in one go, adding some choice words that would most likely make the person on the other end wondering why the fuck this guy was calling them or if they should be arresting him instead. Another case could be Error pissing them all off with his blunt ways, which would be funny until they come into the building with the SWAT team not too far behind them. Leading to one fight of epic proportions, especially if the other residents get involved in some way or another. - and for the most because how blunt he was with the kids about the matter. But it didn't matter in the end.

Although Hearts nearly did die on the phone from adorableness overload from the sheer sweetness that are the children and poor oblivious and not in any way normal Error and from the stress/distress of the Mob making a threat to a might-as-well-be-hermit Error who has never even seen or heard about them, making the person on the other end think he was having a heart/SOUL attack.

-"okAY kIDs, CoME OUt." Error calmly stated, opening the door that lead into Null's and Void, and Compassion's as well with how much time he stays the night honestly, with a slight frown on his face as the three kids toddled out of the room.

"-a red box, that turned out to be blood by the way, on the doorstep of the apartment!" Hearts rambled into the phone by the couch and TV. "How do I know it's blood?! How about the smell of it to start with?!"

Error sighed before shrugging and kneeling down to get closer to the kids. Both Null and Compassion were holding Void's hands to help him stand and walk. Null bit his lip while Compassion glanced to his own Dad in worry, Void was sniffing and looking like he was about to cry.

"Daddy...What's wrong?" Null asked in a whisper, as if afraid to talk any louder as Hearts started gesturing frantically as he talked on the phone.

"-it's filled with dust! D-U-S-T!" Hearts gestured harshly as he kept a eye out on Error and the kids, voice growing more and more frustrated with the other person on the other side. "Yes, I am sure it is Monster Dust and not normal dust! How did I know?! Listen you ignorant human, just because I live in the slums-!"

"SomEoNE WaS....We'LL i guESs 'IS'...YEs, thAT sOUnds BEttER." Error muttered to himself before speaking up and talking normal, not caring that Hearts was on the phone with someone. "SOMEOn iS stUpiD enOUGH tO SEnD ME a BoX paINTeD WiTH blOOD anD mONSTER dUST. fiLLed inSidE" Error explained simply but bluntly, making Compassion gasp in horror, Null frown deeply and Void sniff. Hearts nearly tripped and landed on his face but never skipped a beat in his conversation.

"-I will not calm down!" Hearts growled out, eyes flashing with anger. "Do you not understand what is going on?! How can you ask me to calm down?!"

"W-What does that mean Daddy?" Null asked with a frown, knowing this was bad but not understanding why this is going on with them. "Why did someone give us that?"

"WElL, thERe cOULD bE a FEW reaSONs thIS couLD hapPEN thAT i coULD tHINk oF." Error admitted with a sigh as he scratched his scars on his skull. "FrOM thReaTEning ME, inTimIdatIon fOr WHaT evER reaSON oR tO soME WeiRD CouRtiNG RituAL." Error thought back to some AU's that he saw before, where murdering another that was thought as a threat of some kind and then giving the remains to the one you wanted to marry or court was a sign of strength and protection, before shaking that thought off. While a pool of shit this place may be, it wasn't all that murderous.

And Error has seen murderous.

"buT We caN't KNOW For SuRE, ThAT's WhY wE'RE caLLinG tHE coPS." Error told the baby bones, pointing to the frantic Hearts. "SO wE'RE GOinG tO havE.....NoT gUEsTS, bUt foRcEfUL viStoRS i GuESs?" Error paused, trying to think of a way to explain what he really doesn't know. The Cops were like the royal guards right? But what kind of Royal Guards? There were a ton of different AU's after all, so what do these kind take after? "iN anY CaSE, YOU thREe hAve tO stAY IN thE RoOM unTIl THEy LEaVE." Error waved off his questions and focused on the children.

"-just because I am calling you guys, it's suspicious?!" Hearts exploded, looking like he wanted to strangle someone. "No-No! You listen to me you son of a bitch, there was a note on the box that says-WHAT?! I am not leading you all into a trap you asshole! I thought that the police answers any call for help, not ones just on the right side of the city! I demand to talk to a actual officer!"

"But why!?" Compassion suddenly cried, pulling at Error's scarf with his free hand. Worry and fear in his eyes. "I-I don't want to be alone Uncle Error! Why can't we stay with you when the cops come here?!" Null and Void nodded in agreement, sniffing and tears shining in their eye sockets, making Error wince at the sight of them.

Error really wanted to say that they could trust the law enforcement, he really did, if only so that the children would feel safe, but he knew better. He hasn't ever seen any Cops in this multiverse, for all he knew they were crap at their jobs and kidnapped children off the streets for giggles. Besides, Inky was considered THE law enforcement, The Law itself in the whole Multiverse. When the creative skeleton said someone was bad, they were bad no matter what. If he said hate them, the whole Multiverse besides the ones who do not follow him listens to it and hates that person. Inky's word was the law, and it scarred Error more then all.

He can't trust because he has been on the receiving end and because he has never seen them in action, he also knows that in a gritty Multiverse like this one must likely has corrupted cops and double agents. But Error also can't trust because it means putting his children, his loved ones, in the hands of others. He will never trust his small family with anyone other then himself. It will be a smothering hot day in Snowdin when Error trusts another completely with what is his, never mind even trusting a little bit to chance.

Null, Void, Compassion and Hearts are Error's. The Ex-Destroyer will sooner kiss Inky then let anything up to chance with them. And although Error knew he could most likely kill any threats, he didn't want to chance it. Sure, the person or persons who sent the box needed to be dealt with, but Error has no idea who sent it or why, it would be like a wild goose hunt. It is just much more easy to let Hearts and the Cops deal with it until the sender and/or senders show their face - Which Error knows they will one day, why stop at just one box or threat? Why send it anyway without a reason? They will show all sooner or later - and then Error will deal with the problem himself. Let them come to him was one option. The other was going on a hunt like his insane days, where he hunted down Inky or certain Sanses to kill off as they ran around the Multiverse.

Error would kill for his family, for what was his. What was a little more dust and blood on his hands if what was his could sleep safely and without worry unlike him?

With that in mind, Error gently raised his hand and rubbed Compassion's head in a soft manner, making the little skeleton sniff and look up at the glitching skeleton with water sockets.

"-FROM THE C MOB!" Hearts cried out, huffing. A pause, then a slightly insane smile worked it's way up from the sounds on the other end. "Hello? Oh, your new? Who-......" Hearts's eyes shrunk and eye sockets widened from the new person talking on the other end. "Shit-I mean, yes! I'll explain again!" Hearts cleared his throat, making sure to keep a eye and ear out for what Error and the kids were doing as he started talking again. "Like I told that ignorant person the first time; There was a red box on the doorstep-"

"lisTEn TO mE ClosEly MY chILDrEN." All three straightened, Compassion eyes widening at being called Error's. Meanwhile Hearts shifted so that he could see better with focused and wide eyes, never pausing in his talking as he took in Error's grim and fierce expression. "i'LL NEvER lEavE yOU thREe tO chanCE. I HAve nO iDeA WhO is coMINg, i DO noT trUSt StranGERs nO maTTEr WHat THEir Job iS." Error took in a deep breath, never taking his eyes off his precious children. "i caN hEar YOu IN thaT RoOM, ScreAM aND i WiLL coME ruNNINg TO gET yoU. YoU WiLL noT BE alONE, JUSt OUt oF siGHT. KNoW tHIS," Error leans down with a smile, one that was just as grim as it was gentle. "yOu tHREe aRE mINE. i WanT whAT iS besT foR yOu aND i WIlL do WhaT i havE tO DO tO mAke suRE of THIs. yOU aRE gOINg tO haVE a BEtTEr liFE tHEn i EvER dREamED oF havINg, i WiLL makE Sure OF iT. BUt tO do THAT, yOU nEed tO liStEN tO mE." Error softly wiped away the stray tears that was falling down their faces. "NO onE is GOINg TO hURt yOU. nO ONe is GOinG TO EvEN tRY iT wiTH mE HErE, BUt i WILL NoT chANcE iT As NO ONEs elSE maTTeRS lIKE thE tHrEE oF yOU. I RefUSE tO lEavE yOU oUT iN thE opEN WIth a BUnch oF sTRanGERs, So i AM GoING tO hiDE mY treasUREs AwaY fROM THEm."

Hearts sniffed, eyes watering as his free hand went to his chest were his SOUL was. Error's words warming him as the three kids ran into Error's arms with small cries. 'How can a oblivious and obviously dangerous skeleton can be so sweet, I will never know!'

"D-Daddy~" Void cried out softly, patting his Father's face gently while the other two cuddled as close as they could to the dark skeleton.

"bEsiDEs," Here Error's face twisted into a demented grin, a gleam entering his eyes. "iF anY ONE TriEs tO TaKE AwaY MY TrEasuREs oF tErRORs AwaY, I'LL juST do WhaT THEY DID." Hearts choked when Error jerked his head towards the bloody box. "tHAT, oR i cOULD thRoW tHEM oUt oF tHE winDOW, TRaSH lIKE tHAT-" Error went on to say, only to stop when Hearts fell to his knees. All four skeletons blinked, staring at the pink clad skeleton in confusion.

'How someone can be so sweet one moment, but then so murderous the next moment?!' Hearts giggled silently as he lightly banged his head on the floor. 'How can Error be so adorable~!'

Really, it didn't bother Hearts too much. But it still didn't change the fact that Error was adorable while also being tall, dark, and mysterious. That means he is going to have to keep a eye on suitors of all kinds. Meaning that anyone could try to take advantage of poor naive Error! Sure, GET LAID is important and he wants Error to be sociable a bit more, but not so much so that Error gets taken advantage of in any way. Not that they could physically force him into anything, but emotionally? From what Hearts can tell, Error didn't understand a lot about emotions and relationships in general.

This could be a issue in the plan of GET LAID in the long run now that Hearts thinks about it.

Harsh but worried words made Hearts come back to the present. "Uh-No! I don't need a ambulance! I just tripped, no worries!......Good, now, like I was saying-"-

Yeah, Hearts could see Error threatening the Cops if he made the call, leading to a funny but very scary time when they finally come. And while Hearts did get snappy with the first person on the phone, he was assured by a officer that he wasn't blamed for it.

Now time to see if they could survive when the cops are actually in the apartment. Stars help the cop that scares the kids, not only will Error slaughter them, Hearts will laugh and dance over their dust and/or bloody corpse after spitting on them. Hearts was the sure the whole building would pinch in with disposing of the evidence, even if it is to just get one over the police and not because they care, they could just say that the cops never made it after getting rid of the cars. This is the bad side of town after all.

Accidents happen.

Luckily for all involved, Error made sure that the kids were in bed. Both adults knew that they are most likely not sleeping, but at least they were in the room just in case.

"They should be here within ten minutes they said..." Hearts sighed, rubbing his face, catching sight of what he was wearing. "Do you think I should change?"

Error glanced over, looking the other skeleton up and down and didn't see a issue. Hearts was wearing a pink sundress that Error himself had made. The sundress had bell sleeves and swished every time the other moved. The dress itself having purple and blue hearts elegantly stitched on along with a few pink flowers. The other right now wasn't wearing the strapless shoes that went with it, being barefoot like he always was when in the apartment.

Hearts, for reasons unknown to Error, has taken to wearing clothing that Error made. With having that online sight where Error sells things he makes - and it was going great so far in his opinion - the dark skeleton has a lot of ideas and clothing strewn about in his room/work space. Hearts walked in one day, saw the clothing and then pretty much begged Error to make him something to wear, he would even pay for it.

Error did something better - as he steals most of the things from other countries he needs to make the clothing anyway - and made Hearts a whole bunch of clothing just because, that or Error misunderstood what Hearts was asking for. And because he did this with Hearts, he did the same with Compassion. Now the Zeal's come to him if they need other clothing, it's less of a strain on the pocket for Hearts as he doesn't have to pay - no matter how many times he has offered or tried to sneak and leave money with Error, it just doesn't work as Error refuses or just returns the money saying that Hearts left it in his apartment. And Hearts knew that Error wasn't being sarcastic when he said that, Error honestly thought that Hearts forgot his money and left it in his apartment.

"i DON't sEE whY yOU shoULd." Error shrugged, not seeing any problems. "iF thEY trY anYThiNG, yOU knOW i'LL DeaL wiTH iT LIke i AlwaYS DO. It'LL bE lIKE whEN i WaLK yOU to WoRk. BesiDEs," Error pointed to what he was wearing. "yOU lOOk bEttER thEN i dO. sO iT shOULD bE fiNE."

Hearts took one look at Error's white baggy sweater, baggy sweat pants and long red scarf - that the other always wore - and then promptly pointed to the skeleton's room. "Go change."

"whAT? NO." Error snorted, crossing his arms. "i LOOk fINE. In anY caSE iT's mY woRK daY, yOU knOW i LIkE tO weaR LoosE cloThinG whEN i spEnd alL MY timE SewINg."

"You're still going to work?" Hearts raised a brow, taking a strong stance and crossed his own arms. "With how distressed the kids are?" Seeing Error glancing away at that, Hearts knew he only had to push a little more. "It would make me feel safer if you wore something better, that way I don't stand out too much...." Hearts walked up to Error, laying his head on the other's chest and pouted up at him with glistening eyes, fluttering his eyes to make them water a bit. "Pwetty Pwease? The kids would just adore that you wore something pretty like they do~"

At Error's twitch, Hearts smirked. The heart eyed skeleton knew he won.

When in doubt, use the kids to make Error do what you want.

Unless it was to threaten him, then pray that you live from the onslaught that would happen not even a second later after the threat.

- No, seriously. Hearts remember one thief - a older man with a crazed gleam in his eyes - grabbing Null and Compassion from when they had been walking back from the store, Void being in Hearts's arms at the time. Long story short, they were walking away from the blood bath not even a minute later with the kids safe and Error grumbling about "ruDE TrAsH.". -

"Great!" Hearts beamed, sitting up and grabbing the skeleton's arm, pulling him to the bedroom/work space. "I'll even pick everything out, don't worry about a thing besides putting it on and rocking it! Those officers won't know what hit them when a gorgeous thing like you answers the door~!"

Error really had a bad feeling as he let Hearts drag him into his room - something he never thought in a million years that he would let a UnderLust Sans do by the way. But Hearts is nothing like Lust, so he had no worries there.

No, the worries started when Hearts ignored his closet and went straight for the more refined clothing that Error had made for his online store, the skeleton started gushing as he tore through the clothing Error had made but hadn't put online yet, meaning that it was up for grabs.

'I'm regretting so much in my life now....Like showing Hearts where the clothes he could take are.....Huh, errors have been made.'

-Ten Minutes Later-

"i cAN'T belieVE i AM WeaRIng tHiS." Error tugged at his scarf with one hand and the other hand going down the skirt. The scarf the one thing Hearts hadn't asked him to take off and the one thing Error would have fought to keep on. Shifting, Error grimaced when he saw his scar and chip ridden red leg peaking out of the slit of the long skirt. "thE slIT iS tOO hiGH...anD mY lEgs aRe UglY So I thINK i SHoULd bE WeaRINg pAntS-"

"No!" Hearts quickly interjected from the couch, bouncing to stand up and looked Error up and down. Error was now wearing a black mixing in with dark blue tight sweater that had beads sewn into it, making it look like a starry night sky. Hearts had picked out a skirt for him to wear, it being a long dark blue side slit skirt that was lined with yellow, a golden yellow star where the slit stopped. Then for shoes, Hearts had found a pair of black and red high heeled wedges, and then Hearts made Error take off his leather gloves. "You look great with them on!"

It was a first step of getting Error out of his comfort zone, a medium sized step because of the slit in the skirt. Not a big one because of the sweater and length of the skirt even with the rather long slit. It showed Error's red legs, and while they may have so many scars, nicks, chips and scratches, Hearts found them beautiful just as the rest of the skeleton in front of him. Everything of Error, to the scars on his skull, to the chips on his hands and to the nicks on his legs, screamed power and the will to survive. Error is a walking contradiction, could look so strong no matter what he is wearing, and it made him even more enrapturing to look at no matter what he wears.

Little by little, Hearts hopes to show this fact to Error, who believed himself to be broken and ugly. But it is going to take a long time.

So for now, Hearts is slowly going to push Error out. His plan GET LAID is going to have layers, and while this wasn't how he wanted to start this part of the plan - not with the cops coming of all things, and especially not with that bloody and dusty box that was still on the kitchen table - Hearts will take what he can get and use any moment he can. Besides, even in a skirt, Error still looks like he can kill a few hundreds of people and not get caught. Error, with the extra height adding to it, looks very intimidating still. And with the new clothing, he looked like he could charm his way out of anything. Error had a certain and....unique charm to him. That much Hearts could admit to himself, even without the skirt.

But, Hearts wouldn't have it any other way. Error isn't Error without some form of power leaking off him. Even if it is only in the physical sense or in his aura alone.

Error opened his mouth to argue, only to freeze when the door was knocked on.

"City Police!" A muffled voice called out, making Hearts gulp in slight fear.

Everyone in the slums fears the mob, but they also fear the cops. For very good reasons most of the time, it was taught to Hearts at a young age, and while he knew he shouldn't fear them as they are coming to help, he can't help it.

Error, seeing this, lightly pushed Hearts behind him as he went to the door. There was no way in hell anyone was going to hurt Hearts nor try anything with him. The dark skeleton has had enough practice beating up perverts who think that it is okay to try and force Hearts into sexual relations even as Hearts says no to the offers. He's a stripper, not a whore. Error doesn't get what's so confusing about it, they are two different things.

In any case, Hearts is not in any condition to open the door, so Error will do it for him. It's his apartment anyway.

Grabbing the door nob, Error took in a deep breath before swinging the door open. Blankly looking at the lower half of someone's face before letting his eyes shot up, and then promptly let his inner mind scream and freak out as he recognized the face in front of him.

'Well, what do we have here....' Error backed away slightly, actually thanking Hearts for picking the wedges for him to wear as without it he would only come up to the Monster's collar bone. 'It seems Death has come knocking at my door...Of mother fucking course! I never get good things in life!'

Reaper!Sans stood in front of the door, taller then he had ever been in Error's Original Multiverse. One lone eye light in his right socket and wore a black police uniform that looked different from the others. Taking his eyes off the Reaper, Error caught sight of a skeleton that would be Error's height if not for the fact he was wearing heels. The other skeleton had a similar feel to....'Oh, shit.' Error's eyes narrowed slightly at the purple eyes staring back at him. 'Is...Is that Nightmare in passive form?!' Quickly looking away from the weird sight of Nightmare in a police uniform, no matter that form his has, Error relaxed a bit when a third head peeked through and it wasn't a skeleton Error has ever saw before that had green and yellow starry eyes and was about the same height as Hearts. It reminded Error of Swap a bit.

There are small mercies in this place it seems.

"Hello, we got a call for this apartment." The Reaper's voice was deep, dark and low. It must be the height playing a part in how he sounded. "I'm the chief of police, Death Reaper. My second in command Misery Nights." Death gestured to the passive Nightmare before glancing behind him. "We also have Officer Palette Roller and our forensic scientists - Goth and Aphys - are waiting to come in for the box mentioned in the phone call." Death nodded with a slight smirk as he stared straight into Error's eyes. "May we come in?"

"mY kIDs aRE slEEPinG." Error eventually said, not moving out of the way for the group outside. Hearts meanwhile was peeking out of the window, seeing that the cops went incognito instead of the normal police cars, seemingly not wanting to start trouble or tip anyone off. Good idea, Hearts knew that if anyone saw actual cop cars outside, a riot would form faster then someone could yell "COPS!". "i Won'T bE hapPY iF thEY aRE wokEN uP bY yoU aLL. i ReaLLy WoN't bE hapPY iF yOU alL trY anYThinG fuNNY hERE tO mE anD mINE." There was a warning and threat rolled in his tone alone, one that made Death grin and the others eyes widened as they heard the unsaid words loud and clear.

"You have our assurance that will not happen." Death assured, making Error nod and open the door wider, walking off to go to Hearts instead of moving to the side. He didn't have time for this shit, he just wanted them to take the box and go already. If someone tries anything, Error can take care of it and make sure it will never be a issue again.

Error should have told Hearts he will deal with it all, but that could have given himself away. Damn logic forcing him to make reasonable decisions. Insanity, while having so much pain, was more fun. At least nothing was stopping Error then.

Death had to bit his lip to keep the grin that wanted to come up away, watching the dark skeleton's hips sway as he walked away. He had a felling this was going to be interesting. The dark skeleton looked threateningly beautiful, those scars spoke of a haunting story, maybe even more then one. Such a alluring sight to behold for the chief of police. Shaking his head, Death started to walk in. He had a job to do right now, fantasies can wait until he is off the clock.

But if his mind wonders, it shouldn't be a huge distraction as long as he doesn't act on it, right?

Before the cops had arrived, Error had moved the couch and coffee table away from the TV. That way Hearts and him could sit on the couch and the if the others, they could pull up chairs from the kitchen table to sit across from them. The glitch had no idea how this investigation stuff worked besides the stuff he had seen on TV - it wasn't like there were cops - any good ones in any case - in his old Multiverse - and wasn't about to let some strangers take over his apartment.

Error plopped down on the couch, making Hearts scurry over and slid in next to him, leaning onto him for comfort. "thERe'S tHE boX." Error pointed to the box, Hearts sniffing at the reminder. Sighing, Error wrapped a arm around the other skeleton as if to shield the other from everything. "iF yOU coULDn'T TeLL frOM ThE smElL oR lOOk, iT's CovEREd IN blOOD. INsiDE iS sOME DuST. SO yEs, iT's REaL aND nOT a TRaP."

Hearts lightly slapped Error's chest, fighting a smile at the slight passive aggressiveness and protectiveness. But then again, Hearts didn't think the Chief himself would be coming to check this over even after the tall skeleton had taken over the call from that ignorant person who first answer Hearts's 911 call. There are quite a few rumors and myths surrounding the skeleton, and not all of them good...

Death glanced over to the dark skeleton before bringing up a walkie-talkie. "Goth, Alphys, there is a blood box here, come and get it. Over." As he talked, he walked up to the box, and lifted the paper to read it over with the other officers looking around him to read it too, faces grim.

"G-Got it Chief. On our w-way up. Over." Was the response that came shortly, a voice familiar to Error stuttering out.

Looks like it is going to be a very one-sided reunion for Error. Just his luck. At least the sickly Inky counter-part isn't coming in, Death/Reaper and Misery/Nightmare is enough for right now.

Soon another skeleton and lizard Monster were let into the small apartment. Error was just happy that it was UnderTale!Alphys and another skeleton he has never seen before. He didn't want to deal with the swap version or another familiar face right now. Both went to the box, pulling out all kinds of things from their bags as the put on some gloves. Palette stood near them, keeping a eye out on everything.

With a nod from Death, Nightmare pulled up a chair to sit on the other side of the coffee table as did Death. Palette quickly went to the door to keep a eye out for anything.

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions to see if we can figure this out." Misery stated as he brought out a clipboard and pen from a bag that he had. Death got out a recording machine so that they wouldn't miss anything, turning it on with a nod to Misery. "Let's start with some general questions." Misery stated factually. "Please state your names and occupations."

Error rolled his eyes and pulled Hearts a bit closer as the other answered first with a slight shiver. This was feeling more like a interrogation to the pink clad skeleton. "I'm Hearts Zeal." Here Hearts smirked, eyes gaining back their gleam as he fluttered his eyes at all Palette who was looking to them. "I work at the 'Lustful Souls Club' down a few streets from here. If you want to get technical, I'm a stripper~" Hearts purred out, making Palette, Goth and Misery flush lightly while Death just chuckled in amusement and Alphys choke and stutter where she was at.

"i'M ErRoR misCAlCulAtioN, i RuN a OnlINE sTorE caLLEd 'thE mulTivERse'-" Error paused when he heard a gasp. Turning his head, he saw both Alphys and Palette looking at him in awe. ".....WhAT?"

"Y-Y-You're the one wh-who runs THE Multiverse." Alphys started out only to loose it in her excitement. "Your stitch work is amazing! The dolls are so well done and the clothes-!" She squealed out in pure amazement.

"I can't believe I'm meeting THE owner of The Multiverse....!" Palette sighed out in bliss before chuckling in pure awe.

While everyone else was just watching the two in shock, Hearts was giggling up a storm as Error looked the two up and down. Something about the way Alphys said that reminded Error of something. When Error glanced to Palette's hat, it hit him.

Snapping his fingers, he pointed to Alphys first, who was silently gushing still. "mEWmEWkiSSy-kaWaIiLizard01. yOU'vE bEEn buYinG oFF a lOT oF mY stuFF anD reQuEstING a bUncH oF speciAl othERs. lIKe thoSe chARactERs fROM thE olD mEW mEW kisSy anIME." The he pointed to a beaming and flushing Palette. "rOllERblADepaleTte101. i mADE thAT hAt anD yOu'vE oRdER a tON oF othER iTEms aS wElL thAT i'VE maDE."

Goth's jaw was dropped when Palette actually squealed before turning it into a cough once he noticed the looks he was getting along side Alphys - who flushed and tried to bury herself into her work. - "Ahem! Yes...That's me."

"Look at that Error, you've got fans~!" Hearts cooed out as he looked amused at the two flushed Monsters. "Soon I'll have to be scaring them off for you!"

Now Error looked confused and a touch worried. "lIKe whAT i DO WiTH youR 'FaNS'?"

Misery quickly cut in before Hearts could answer. "I have to know what your relationship to one another is. Are you two married?"

"NO." Error shook his head in answer, wondering why everyone asked that. "wE'RE juSt friEnDS."

"Friends with benefits?" Death asked suddenly, making Misery's eyes snap to him with confusion.

Hearts just laughed thinking about it, Error's eyes twitching at the very thought. "nO. WE aRE noT iN a SexuAL oR roMAntIC RelAtIONshIP. nEitHER oF uS WanT tO hAVE sEx WitH thE othER." Error stated this all bluntly, not beating around the bush. This wasn't the first time this was asked, and he was getting tired of it and a bit annoyed. It was like Hearts couldn't be friends with anyone without having sex with them, that made Error want to hit someone. And while he could have phrased that all better, Hearts does actually sleep in the same bed with him at times. Sure, Error doesn't sleep too, but he does lay in bed with him until morning. So the technically, Error does sleep with Hearts. Just in the most technical of ways though.

With a smirk, Hearts leaned on Error's chest, running a hand up and down the other's chest. "Well, I don't know about that~" Hearts purred out sensually, making everyone but Death and Error flush and shift. Error was looking at Hearts deadpanned while Death's face was blank as he took them both in. "I wouldn't be opposed, just look at you~!" Hearts giggled, groping Error's arm as he pouted up at the darker skeleton. "A little taste wouldn't hurt...Would it~?"

Sighing through his nose holes, Error rubbed his face with his free hand, looking so used to this it wasn't funny. "hEaRTs. nO."

"Hearts, yes~"

Both looked at each other before both lost it. Hearts laughed as he stopped groping at Error and Error chuckled and shook his head. "wHY aM i FriENDs wiTH yOU." Error chuckled out. He never expected to be that comfortable with a Lust!Sans, but here he is. With Hearts, he knew the smaller wasn't actually aiming for sex, just a joke. It made him relax more at the touching as it is the way Hearts shows affection to those he is close to and is the way he likes to joke around. With Lust, the horny skeleton was always aiming for sex, and that freaked Error out as he didn't want to do such things with the other - or anyone really, he rather fall in love first. Something that was impossible as Fate or Inky would never allow him someone like that. - nor was used to things like that.

Hearts laughed as he lifted his head off of Error. "Because I'm so lovable~!"

"WhATEvER hELpS slEEp aT niGht." Error jokingly scoffed before turning his attention to a flustered Misery. "nExT quEstIOn?" Error asked aloud, crossing his legs. Everyone's eyes went down, before most shot back up. Death on the other hand smirked, slowly following the slit up where it stopped about a half foot away from the glitching skeleton's pelvis. He let his eyes linger before they went all the way up to find Error watching him. Leaning back with a wink, Death had to hold back a deep chuckle when all Error did was look at him blankly, not impressed at all.

"Ah!" Misery jolted, nearly dropping his pen. Error turned his attention back to Misery, who was trying to calm his blush down as he tried to do his job. "Yes. Do you have any children? Spouses or in any type of relationships?"

"I have a son named Compassion. His Mother left him to me after a one night stand." Hearts informed, grin dying down to a smile. "I'm not in any romantic or sexual relationships at this point of time, nor have I ever been married." Here Hearts caught Goth's and Palette's eyes as the both were looking at him, so he winked at them. "So I'm free and still waiting for my prince charming~"

Palette coughed, trying to force back his blush while Goth turned bright purple, giving a relived sigh once Alphys motioned for him to grab the box. Grabbing the box, the white clad skeleton followed after Alphys as the left the apartment to take the box back to their lab. Goth doesn't think his SOUL could take any more flirting, he just wasn't used to such things.

After the door shut, Error went on to answer the question asked. "i hAVE TwO sonS; nuLL anD VoiD. hopEfuLLy thEIR fatHER iS DeaD iN a DitcH soMEWhERE." Error's voice at the start was light and fond, but at the end it twisted into a dark growl. Forcing more then one skeleton to sit straighter at attention. "i'M noT IN anY RomAntiC oR sexUAL RElatiONshIP nOR aM i mARRied oR havE evER bEEN."

Death smirked then, leaning forward a bit. "Now that's out of the way, now to the nitty gritty stuff. We can rule out jealous lovers and partners at the least. Unless their Father is a issue?" Death directed this to Error, who shook his head in negative. Death gave a short nod, face getting serious. "Then, please tell us what had happened before you found the box. Did you hear anything? See anything that might be connected to this?"

With that, the two skeletons had to repeat and repeat what had happened that day. Misery and Death questioning them on every little detail. It had gotten to the point where they were saying the same thing over and over again - making Error's fragile patience with this whole thing coming close to snapping.

"thIS hAS goNE oN LonG enoUGh." Error growled out, hands twitching as he suddenly stood up after Misery had asked them to repeat on their day again. Misery sat straighter, Death's eyes snapped to Error and Palette took a step back in shock. "WE hAVE REpEaTED ouR DaY oVeR anD ovER aGaIN, thERE's noTHinG moRE! WE haVE no ideA WHErE thE boX caME frOM oR knOW wHO couLD havE doNE iT! thiS iS StarTinG tO soUND liKE yOU thINk We knOW SomEthINg WE Don'T, lIKe yOU thINk WE'RE inVolVEd WitH tHE mOB. SO, i SuGGesT WE sToP thiS iNteRroGation NOW aS WE nEvER, bEfoRE noW thAT iS, hAD anyTHinG tO DO wiTH tHEm. hElL, bEFoRE toDaY i DiDN'T knoW thEY ExiSteD!" Error took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not snap fully. This wouldn't be the way he wanted Hearts to know he knew fighting magic, or would want the police on him forcing him to run with the kids. "sO whY dON't yOU AlLL - nOt yOu thoUgH. DON't woRRY, yOU're fINE. -" Hearts giggled when Palette flushed and looked happy with that when Error pointed to him as he said this. The starry eyed skeleton had looked quite sad when Error started, now though he looked ready to bounce off the walls at Error saying he was fine even as his superiors are getting scolded at like misbehaving children. "gET ouT tHERE anD fiGURE thIS shIT oUT lIke You'RE suPPoSEd TO! In othER woRDS; dO WE haVE anyTHinG mORE TO Talk aboUT - IMpoRTanT anD noT pOINtlESS - oR caN yOU gET thE fuCK ouT OF mY apaRtmENT riGHt nOW?" Error's eyes then snapped to Death's, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't Reaper from his Multiverse. That lazy, almost mocking smile made him confuse the two. No matter the height or voice, that smile was still the same one that Error hated with his whole being. "AnD sTop SMirkING yOU sAdIStic hYpStER! gET oFF yoUR bONEy aSS aND dO somEthING foR ONCe! i'M TiREd oF yOU. So. gET. ouT. NOW."

Misery's and Palette's jaws dropped while Death went blank faced. No one had ever talked to the chief like that, no one. He is a highly respected leader of the force and has many achievements to his name, a list even. And here was this other skeleton, telling the chief off.

"wElL?" Error raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"I think it's time for us to go." Death eventually spoke, never looking away from Error, making Misery and Palette jolt.

The two officers hurriedly packed everything, fearing their boss's temper. Death just sat there, staring up at the standing Error. Hearts frowned, glancing to Error. Error glanced to Hearts, nodding to the hurrying officers. Hearts sighed, hoping that there wouldn't be blood and dust when he came back into the apartment.

It should be fine, the kids were in the other room after all. Error wouldn't loudly kill someone if it meant waking them up...right?

Then again, Error could silently kill....

Hearts jumped up with a smile. "Let me walk you out! Wouldn't want someone to shot you or steal your papers, am I right?" Hearts winked, looping his arms with the two officers. Misery flushed with a slight glare while Palette looked slightly fearful now. "With me on your arms, they wont touch you~!"

Soon, the door shut.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Death stood. Slowly, the officer went around the coffee table and stood by Error, offering a hand.

Error titled his head with a frown, looking to the hand before looking back up at Death's blank face. "WhaT?"

"It's a handshake." Death stated with a smirk. "Nice meeting you and all that."

With a huff, Error decided to roll with it. Sighing, Error placed his hand in the offered one, and then nearly broke the other skeleton's hand when said skeleton suddenly pulled Error in close.

One hand came up to touch his tear marks, making Error glitch. looking up with a glare, Error saw that Death was looking down at him with something he couldn't understand in his eye sockets and a indescribable grin on his face.

"You know....you're really beautiful. So much so that I want to eat you all up~" Death purred out, leaning closer to Error. "Would you mind if I took a taste?"

"I dIDn'T kNow cannIbalISM wAS prActICEd iN ThE cITy." Error bluntly mused aloud, not even looking phased. "HUh, NoW i KNOW. iN anY caSE, NO."

"What-" Death tried to ask, only for Error to calmly and swiftly get out of his hold. Death blinked at the nonchalant glitching skeleton, before snickering.

"Interesting." Death hummed, before shaking his head in amusement. "I made up my mind." The Cop muttered under his breath. Before Error could ask what the other meant, Death gave a smirk, wink and then a nod to Error before leaving.

Error blankly watched the other leave.

"i hAvE a BaD fEElinG aboUT aLL oF thIS...."

Said bad feeling got worse the next morning.

Opening the door, there was another box right in front of it.

"WeLL," Error hummed, rubbing his chin while he looked down at the box. Hearts freaking out behind him. "aT LEaSt tHiS ONE isN'T pAinTEd WiTH blOOD."

"LIKE THAT MAKES THIS ANY BETTER!"

-End Chapter-

I hope this was worth the wait! I finally got it done! It took a while, but I got there!

More and more characters will show up as time goes on. Some we have seen before in this story, others we have not yet.

In any case, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did making it.

#Falling Into A Different Destiny #Harrish6 #Error Sans #Forced Destroyer Error #Formed God Of Destruction Error #Forced God Of Destruction Error #I Do Not Own Error #Error Belongs To Loverofpiggies #I Only Own This Story And Version Of Error #Cops #Murder #Warnings Inside #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Mystery

[imagine-loki]

Taming the rage

TITLE: Taming the Rage

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 66

 AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki that he has to marry and it’s you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he smirks knowing all the duties you’ll have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either, but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.

RATING: Teen

While Loki was becoming besties with the floor, Eir had another surprise for Erika. The lab had developed a pill form for the present dose of antidote she was taking and she offered it under one condition. Erika was not to push herself physically simply because she had more freedom to do so and she was to stay with her for another three weeks. Erika assured her Loki wouldn’t allow that and knowing how diligently he’d cared for her, Eir believed it. She’d also known about Lokis plan to propose. Not only was she concerned the next few days of wedding preparations may exhaust Erika, but Frigga had secretly spoken to her. She wouldn’t reveal what, but told Eir the couple needed to be informed of something extremely important after marrying and feared it may cause Erika great stress. Therefore, Eir wanted immediate access to her just in case. Once Erika promised to agree, she removed her IV and Loki came to just as Eir was putting a bandage on Erikas hand.

He stood abruptly and snapped at Eir. 

“What the hell are you doing? She’ll die without that!”

Erika rubbed his arm. “Loki no, it’s alright. Please listen?”

After an explanation, he calmed down and apologized. “Forgive me Eir. I think that may have been one too many unexpected surprises in one day.”

He rubbed his head and Erika chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“I’m a God, I’ll be fine.” Eir was pursing her lips as he glanced back at her. “So she’s really doing that good?”

“Yes, she is.”

He smiled at Erika.“Then I couldn’t be happier.”

“Honestly.” She teased. “You don’t trust Eir by now?” She stepped off the table and took his hand. “Come on daddy. We have news to spread.”

“Daddy? You learned that word from Jane didn’t you? And not until you eat.”

“Fine.” She replied.

Eir smirked as Erika lead him out the door, glancing back with her eyes crossed.

“Valhalla help me if I don’t.”

Upon reaching Thors, all were happy to hear that Saturday was a go and Erika was well enough to be free of her dancing partner. As she and Loki kept smiling however, Jane sensed something was up.

“Okay. What aren’t you guys telling us?”

Loki suddenly held his arms in the air, flexing his muscles all proud. “My boys can swim everyone! They can swim!” He blurted.

Erika slid a hand down her face. “I can’t believe you just said that. Exactly how hard ‘did’ you bump your head?” She glanced at everyone. “We’re having twins.” Then glanced back at Loki. “And how do know they’re boys you dork?”

Loki pointed at Jane while looking at Erika. “Another word you learned from her I gather?”

It finally registered with everyone just as Erika stuck her tongue out at him and Junior started laughing.

“WHAT?” Said Jane, pulling her into a hug. “Well you came back with a bang girl, this is great!”

Frigga smiled and did the same. “Oh my. You’ll need your own nanny now Darling.”

Thor was shaking Lokis hand. “Congratulations. Sleep while you can, you’ll need it.”

Frigga walked over and hugged him. “Leave it up to you.” She teased. “The God of Mischief and what’s this about bumping your head?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “It’s not important.”

“It is funny though.” Said Erika.

He sighed, knowing she was about to explain.

“Someone was a little ‘shocked’ to learn of his ‘double trouble.’”

Thor smirked at him. “Brother, you didn’t.”

Everyone was laughing until Erika suddenly yawned.

“Oh oh, party’s over for you.” Said Loki.

“Alright, but give me a moment?” She turned to Frigga. “May I speak with you alone please?”

They emerged from another room shortly after and once Loki and Erika left, Frigga had an errand to run. Ten minutes later, she was at her seamstresses. “This will be the dress and I’ll bring her around tomorrow.” ~~~~~~ After they arrived in Erikas room, Loki watched as she changed back into one of Eirs gowns.”

“Now who’s ogling who?” She asked.

“Oh? At least, I’m not hiding like a dirty little pervert.”

Her jaw fell open as she climbed onto the bed. “Loki!”

“What? I’ve no problem with your perversions Darling, the kinkier the better. And what were you discussing with Mother?”

“‘My’ perversions? This coming from someone who makes clones of himself and takes joy in them endlessly teasing me while he watches with his dick in his hand? And none of your business by the way. You’ll find out soon enough.”

A devilish smirk spread across his face. “Come now, you loved every minute of it.”

“Okay, I’m going to sleep now.”

When she laid down, Loki leaned to her stomach. “Hello there. Allow me to inform you that you exist because someone forgot her birth control when we went camping.”

Erikas cheeks went scarlet. “How did you know?”

“In a minute, I’m not done speaking with them.”

She rolled her eyes as he continued.

“And instead of opting for a spanking…”

Erika began sliding the pillow from beneath her.

“Your Mother chose kinky sex while I whispered very nasty things to her…”

She attempted a whack, but Loki caught it, pressed it against her boobs and shook them with it.

“Because she’s perverted!”

They laughed as he put it back. “I didn’t figure it out until long after the trip. Is that what you were searching for that morning?”

“Yes.”

Loki kissed her. “I’m very happy you forgot them. Do you realize what it means now that we’ve learned of my ‘double trouble’ today?”

“Triple including me.” She teased. “But what exactly?”

He smiled while caressing her cheek. “That now I’ll have three Angels to love instead of two.” ~~~~~

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Erika took a shower in the morning and Loki was chuckling when she came out.

“What?” She asked.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were doing something else in there by all the sounds you were making. ‘Mmm. Oh this is sooo goood! Ahhh.Yesss!’”

She shook her head. “Very funny. Did you bring me any clothes?”

“Yes, why?”

“I have to be somewhere this morning with my Mother in law.”

“I see. Then I’ll have to find something to occupy my time then.”

Frigga stole Erika away shortly after breakfast and Loki decided he’d go riding. He’d just left his chambers, when running into Volstagg and Hogun on their way to the palace Lounge.

“Have a date with horsey?” Asked Volstagg.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

After asking about Erika and learning of the twins, they convinced him to join them for a celebratory drink. One lead to another while playing darts and they teased him about becoming a Father with her.

“All those years you drove her so crazy and she never killed you? I still can’t believe it.” Said Hogun.

“Neither can I.” Said Loki.

“And now you’re creating more like her.” Teased Volstagg. “Have you lost your fucking mind? We should just dig you a grave and shoot your sorry ass into it now. I guarantee it would be less painful.”

Loki laughed. “You’re probably right.”

Hogun leaned towards Volstagg. “How much do you think he’d pay us not to tell her he said that?”

Loki cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “How easily do you think it would be for me to shoot you both and bury you in that hole before you even drew a weapon?”

Volstagg got the bar servants attention. “Four more doubles please and two go to our Prince.”

Too busy enjoying themselves, none had considered eating, so all three were quite sloshed by early afternoon. Thor was looking for Loki and when hearing some boisterous laughter from the Lounge, decided to investigate.

“Ohh shit.” Said Hogun, gesturing towards the door. “Here cometh thy Kingeth.”

After glancing around to make sure the lounge was empty, he and Volstagg stood together and once Thor was close, knelt before him. “To what do we owe the graciousness of your presence your majesty and God of Electrical Currents?”

Thor looked at the bar servant who gestured towards five empty bottles of whisky. With raised brows, he looked back at the men. “Get up please before I set your arses on fire?”

They clumsily helped each other up.

“Well then.” Said Volstagg to Hogun. “When we were friends, he would have said asses. Remember?”

“Why yes, I do indeed.” Hogun replied. “Perhaps all that goldeth in his crowneth has put a denteth in his head?”

“Perhaps you gentlemen would care to sleepeth things offeth in the dungeons?”

“Oh oh.” Said Volstagg. “It appears we’ve upseteth our Kingeth.”

Thor smirked. “I’m kidding men. Have you seen Loki around?”

“He was her..but then left.” Said Hogun, dismissively waving an arm.

“Her?” Asked Volstagg. “You’re cuteth offeth.”

Thor gave up on them and went to the bar servant. Not only did he learn Loki had left around ten minutes earlier, but that he alone drank almost two bottles.

Frigga was walking Erika back to her room after the seamstresses and a visit with Jane about her bouquet, when they entered to find Loki lying perpendicular across both beds. His arms and head were dangling completely over one side and his long legs the other, while he snored up a storm. Just as Erika raised her brows, Thor entered.

“At least I know where he is now.”

“He’s dressed to go riding. What happened to him?” Asked Frigga.

“He ‘happened’ upon a pair of court jesters.”

Erika chuckled. “I’ll bet I know exactly which ones too.”

Frigga rolled her eyes. “Come on Thor. Help me move him.”

“Awe, let’s leave him. He really needed to have some fun.” Said Erika.

“Come then.” Frigga held out her arm. “Someone we know has the day off today. Let’s pay them a surprise visit shall we?”

Jarles was elated upon opening his door to Erika as were her sisters and all were very ecstatic to learn she was having twins. She and Frigga spent the afternoon and left after dinner.

Loki slept for hours and after looking for Erika at Thors and then her Fathers, suspected she may have gone to their chambers. He entered to find her sleeping on one of the living room couches and questioned Frigga.

“Why is she here?”

“You were hogging both beds Darling.”

“Then why didn’t you wake me?”

“She was happy you’d enjoyed yourself and insisted I didn’t. She asked to come here after dinner and when becoming tired, requested I bring her the blanket from your bed.”

Loki sighed while approaching the couch. “If she wakens here, I’ll never get her back to Eirs.”

“I know.” Said Frigga. “She’d been awake all day though Darling and couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.”

Erika grumbled as he scooped her into his arms, blanket and all. “Loki, nooo.”

“Yes Erika, you’re going.”

He carried her back to Eirs and once placing her in bed, made her look at him. “Why did you have Mother take you back to our chambers?”

“We passed it on the way back from my Fathers.”

“And?”

“I knew you were still sleeping.”

She lowered her head and he lifted her chin. “We both know you could have come back here. Eir would have gladly allowed you to sleep in another room until I awoke, correct?”

She tried looking away again, but he forbid it. “Correct?”

“I really missed it Loki, alright?”

“I see.” Despite her pouting, his tone became a little stern. “Listen to me Erika. I already know how much you miss it, but breaking that promise to Eir, is no different than breaking it to me and I will not allow it. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were sliding shut as she nodded. “I..I’m sorry.”

With her hand now free, they were able to cuddle like they used to and he wedged her up against him like a perfectly fit glove. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have kept you from your bed. Please don’t go back there again without me?”

“K.”

“Good girl, now go to sleep.” ~~~~~~~ Frigga was now residing in Thors old chambers so he and Jane could have their privacy and the next morning, arrived to pick up Erika again.

Loki was confused. “Why will I not see her until tomorrow?”

Erika smirked while Frigga replied.

“You aren’t permitted to until after the ceremony. Eir is staying over night with us, so worry not.”

Loki left with them and after kissing Erika goodbye, had just started down another corridor when Frigga called to him.

“Wherever you’re headed, be certain it’s not to the Lounge with any court jesters?”

“Yes Mother.” He walked away rolling his eyes and a few minutes later, entered Thors chambers. “Ah, brother. Mother has barred me from all entertainment with court jesters. Care to join me in an afternoon of entertainment at a brothel instead?” His brows rose when hearing a voice from another room.

“I heard that! Have you forgotten what a good wallop I pack?”

“Why, hello Jane.” He leaned towards Thor, speaking quieter. “Is her hearing always that good?”

Thor replied just as quietly. “It’s improved since we’ve married, which has benefitted me none. It’s the fate of all husbands.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Said Loki.

“I heard that too boys and can pack more than one wallop!” She opened a door nearby and exited with a rolled up diaper in her hand. “Unless you’d prefer a toxic stink bomb instead?”

Loki laughed as Junior began following her out. “If that’s what lies ahead, I’ll be sure to leave that chore with Erika.”

“Good luck.” Said Thor.

Junior took one look at Loki and ran straight for him. “Okiii!” Once Loki picked him up, he glanced around. “Weeka?”

“She’s at grandma’s house buddy.”

“Which is where I’m heading now and he’s staying here with daddy.” Said Jane.

Thor sighed and when walking away, Loki followed. “The next time you have such intentions, make sure my wife is ‘not’ within earshot? We may stand a better chance of escaping.”

“We could still try after she’s gone. Bring some toys for Junior, slip the Madam some extra funds and she’ll mind him for a bit.”

“Let’s wait until he goes for a nap.” Said Thor. “Then I’ll have a servant mind him.”

“Splendid idea brother.”

Jane still hadn’t moved after giving the diaper to a servant. “I’ll quarter you Thor!”

“Did you hear something Loki?”

“Not a thing, why?”

Just as they entered another room, she shouted down the hall. “I’m telling on you Oki! Erikas wallops are much worse than mine, remember?”

They closed the door and Loki looked at Junior. “She’s going to ruin my honeymoon your Mother.” Junior just giggled. “And don’t you care one bit do you?”

The three ladies spent the morning having manicures and pedicures and after lunch, Erika slept for a while. When she awoke, her father came by and took her for a stroll in the garden. They sat near a bush of pink roses and Jarles smiled.

“They were your Mothers favorite. Do you remember?”

She smiled back. “I do.”

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a grandfather. With four daughters, I knew it was inevitable, but certainly thought your older sisters would beat you to it.” He looked at her and smirked. “Erika, how did this happen?”

“I’m not discussing that with you Father. We had this talk already.”

Jarles chuckled. “Twins. Leave it up to Loki.”

“Frigga said the same. I don’t think it’s really sunk in for me yet. Maybe as I get bigger.”

“You mean when you look like a boat?”

“Father!”

He laughed. “I used to say that to your Mother. She was always so graceful, yet that flew out the window the bigger she became while pregnant. Especially when trying to get off the couch. ‘Poor ship Asta,’ I’d say. ‘She’s anchored herself again. Can’t seem to unload that final barrel.’”

Erika shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“While pregnant with you, she called your older sisters her tug boats.”

“Why me?” Asked Erika.

“You weighed the most at birth. I should warn Loki to wear a helmet while you’re in labor. One nine pounder earned me some bald spots. With two, he might be shopping for a toupee.”

Her brows rose. “If each weighs nine pounds by the time my labor starts, he’s going to be minus a lot more than just hair.”

“I’ll warn him to wear crotch armor too then. I walked a little funny for almost as long as your Mother did after you were born.”

Erika laughed. “Mother actually did that to you?”

“Yes and cursed me to Valhalla in the process. Buldurs wife had an eleven pounder a month before your sister was born and suggestion I use it. Helga ended up being the smallest, so your Mother was kind.”

After they laughed together, a moment of silence fell between them before he spoke again.

“I’m very grateful your Mother sent you and our grandchildren back to us. Especially for Loki’s sake. He wouldn’t have survived without you.”

“Thank you Father, I’m grateful she did too. I do know Loki loves me, but I’m sure he would have eventually been alright.”

Jarles shook his head. “No. Even Frigga believed the same. When I first put my trust in your Mothers word through Frigga and finally betrothed you to him, I questioned my own sanity for doing so and prayed one day you’d forgive me. The hurt in your eyes when I walked from Eirs rooms that day ate at me for the longest time.”

“Oh Father, I’m not angry. Learning of Mothers secrets, I realize now the difficult position you were left in.”

“You have no idea.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t only ‘our’ relationship that concerned me then, but what kind of life you were about to have betrothed to one who..who’s neck I’d envisioned my hands around on so many occasions.”

He said that with a chuckle and she joined him. “It’s alright. You weren’t alone, remember?”

Jarles took her hand. “I know. Over time, I came to see he felt much for you, yet still doubted if he truly loved you. Then I saw him holding you in the waters and heard his words.”

Erika stared at him. “You heard him?”

“Yes, as did Frigga. He needed a moment so we didn’t disturb him at first. You felt his words in your heart as his love Erika, but I wish you to know my perspective. The way he held you and touched you, the fear, the sadness and the terrible desperation in his expression and voice, reminded me of myself the day I lost your Mother. It almost broke me the way it almost did Loki and I want you to know why.”

Erika developed a lump in her throat as he continued.

“His joy, his light, his happiness, his reason for living and breathing, his ‘heart’ was dying and it was tearing him up inside at the deepest level. That’s when I realized I’d never need to question his love for you again as I know he would have taken your place in a second as I would have for your Mother. You’re a beautiful soul whose made us both proud and been a joy as a daughter and when I give you his hand tomorrow, I’ll know your Mother was right. He will adore you forever Erika and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

By the time Jarles was done, tears were rolling down her cheeks and he hugged her. “Enough of that now my lovely daughter. It’s time for you to be happy.”

“I love you Father.”

“I love you too.” He helped her to her feet. “Let’s get you back now little mama. Frigga will never forgive me if I exhaust you and that’s a wrath I can do without.”

Erika chuckled. “I agree.”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Father #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 66 #taming the rage #lokilover9 #odin #arranged marraige #palace #chuckling #duties #princess #cringing #Challenges

[jaeheestone]

SHARING (ONESHOT) - JUNGKOOKxFEM!CHARACTER

Genre: escort!jungkook; fluff; COMEDY, light mentions of smut

{I’m not an english native speaker and I haven’t checked it before posting. Forgive my mistakes. Enjoy!}

- I bet everyone understands how I felt every damn time I went to my house and all my damn family asked me about my non-existent boyfriend. I was a doctor so I had no time to spare with men. Literally, my previous experiences had been all negative so I didn't really feel like sharing another one with one more fuckboy. And that was the answer I gave my parents everytime. But they weren't content with it.

"You're a grown woman." "When are we going to see our grandsons." Just thinking about that made my stomach turn upside down. Me? Children? Husband? Responsibilities? No, thanks, I already had too many with my patients and stuff. Plus, I wasn't THAT old. I was just thirty years old. I looked younger, though. Who said a woman has to get married early and have children to be a proper woman? If you're going to think like that, just go back to the fucking Middle Ages. Anyway, it got to the point where visiting my parents became a torture to me just because of that stupid question so I decided to come up with a solution. I literally had no male friends that could help me. Well, I had a few, but I couldn't trust them. If I asked them to be my fake boyfriend they would spread the news all around the city and I didn't want that. After speaking to my best friend, we realized there was only one possible solution. I was a doctor so I had quite a lot of money. That wasn't a problem. And after thinking and thinking and whole packages of cigarettes being literally depleted, I finally looked at myself in the mirror and made the decision. His office was... cute. I mean, cute for an escort. My strange imagination had made me think there would be dildos and handcuffs everywhere but there wasn't any. I was waiting on the couch when he finally made his appearance. He looked exactly like my friend had described him. Handsome, tall, dark. He was classy, though. His movements were fine and his little smile when his eyes were finally on me made my blush a bit. —Song Jaehee?— he asked. —If you are Jeon Jungkook, than that's me— I smiled. He chuckled.—That's me. Nice to meet you. We shook hands and he sat down. He asked me to explain what my situation was. —I've got annoying parents. They live in the countryside. Everytime I go to visit them, they ask me about my husband. Clearly, since I'm here, I don't have an husband nor a boyfriend. So I wanted to ask you to come along with me to visit them and pretend to be my boyfriend— I said, quickly. I somewhat felt embarrassed due to his gaze. As expected, he laughed.—This is the first time I am met with something like this!— he composed himself.—But let me ask you something inappropriate. How come you don't have a boyfriend even though you are so pretty? I wasn't the type to just blush and look away when people complimented me. I was most likely to make annoying ironical comments. And I did it in front of him, too.—Well, you know, not everyone has got good tastes. He smiled.—I know, I know. If people had good tastes, I would be a billionaire. —Aren't you?— I asked. —I'm not poor— he shrugged.—But I'm not a chaebol. I nodded and a few seconds passed. I felt like he was... analysing me? —How long is the visit to your parents? —Four or five days— I smiled at his face.—I know, that's a lot. But I see them rarely. —It's going to be tiring— he sighed sarcastically.—But I've got a great sixth sense and I feel like this is going to be fun. —I am an entertaining individual, so why not— I shrugged.—How much will you cost me? One arm? One leg? Both? He laughed.—A bit of your long hair will be enough— he commented.—Anyway, it depends on what you're looking for. But since we'll be in front of your parents, I guess you don't want to get intimate with me. —Unluckily for you, I don't. Sorry. He smiled.—That's your loss, not mine— he said.—Let's say 3000 dollars. I nodded.—I thought you would ask more. That's... a fair price. —Really?— he eyed me.—What do you do in your life? —I'm a doctor. —Wow! Doctor Song! I guess I'll come to you next time I feel sick. Tell me you're a gynecologist. I smirked.—I'm a cardiologist, so I hope you won't have to come to me. He nodded.—That's right. ____________________________________________________ We were in the car heading to my parents' house. He offered to drive, claiming my father wouldn't be happy to see the man standing and the woman driving. I had explained a few things about my household, mainly about my parents being... conservative. We spent some days together to get to know each other. He was really nice, actually. Apart from being an escort, he worked in a publishing house. He was the vice-director. We had some playful "dates" at his house where I even offered to check his health. My 3000 dollars were well spent, I thought. Also, the fact that they were not enough for the time he was giving me kept bothering me. —Are you an only child?— I asked. —No, I have an older brother. He is a soldier— he smiled. —Wow! A soldier! Let me meet him, so that we could play Decendants of the Sun together. Is he fine-looking? —I'm honestly better— he chuckled.—Also, my brother is veeeery serious. I don't think you'd get along with him well. —Are you implying I'm not a serious person?— I asked, fakely offended. —I'm not implying anything— he answered.—I just stated the truth. I scoffed.—I'm a doctor. I've got a reputation. How dare you offend me like that. —You know I'm joking— he smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. I stiffened automatically. He didn't seem bothered by his gesture nor by my reaction. Well, he was used to it. I wasn't, though. But if I said I didn't like it, I would be lying. I liked Jungkook... as a friend. I appreciated his company. I liked the attention he gave me. More than that, I liked the fact that he was giving me more attention than he should. I was aware of that, perfectly. I also wondered why he did that, but I guess the only precise answer I could obtain had to come from his mouth. I would ask him after the stay at my parents'. We arrived and my mother and my father were already outside waiting for us. I immediately felt embarrassed and I looked at him. —Please, if they say something stupid, don't mind them— I pleaded. He looked at me concerned.—Why are you so worried? Relax, sweetie. I shivered at the pet name and I rushed out of the car as soon as he parked. I ran to hug my momma and my papa. Even if they were annoying, I still loved them, and it was a pleasure to see them again. —Jaehee, it's been so long!— Mom cried drastically. —It's literally been two weeks— I laughed. I couldn't even complete my sentence, because mom pushed me aside to reack Jungkook. I could tell from her posture she was already head over heels for him. —Mom! Don't harass him too much— I joked. She grabbed his hand.—You... you are an angel sent from above. I swear. How could such a nice guy get paired up with my daughter? I sighed.—You don't even know him. —Shut up!— she said.—What's your name, boy? He bowed.—My name is Jeon Jungkook— he looked at my father for a second.—Nice to meet you. My father reached for him to shake his hand and I somehow felt emotional. Jungkook wasn't my real boyfriend. But it felt as if he was. He looked sincere. He seemed genuinely nervous. But then I shook my head and I remembered he wasn't accustomed to works like this. For God's sake, Jaehee, don't fantasize. ____________________________________________________ The days passed quite quickly... to my great regret. I was honestly having a lot of fun. The days at my parents' had never felt so cool. Mom loved Jungkook. Dad loved Jungkook. Jungkook loved them both. Also, you know, to make it more real, the boy occasionally grabbed my hand, ruffled my hair, kissed my cheek. The most shocking thing was that mom put us together in one room. With one bed. Jungkook obviously seemed fine with it. I didn't. I had literally never shared the bed with a man. Everytime I hooked up with someone, they either left of I did. Jungkook was being my first in too many things. And all of it combined together, made me feel things for him that I shouldn't. But I was a cardiologist. So I knew better than anyone that you can't control your heart. It was the last night and we were chilling on the couch, watching a film. I had my head on Jungkook's legs. Mom and dad were soon sleepy so they dismissed themselves and went to bed. We were left alone in the living-room but none of us spoke until the film ended. Jungkook stretched his arms and yawned. —What a loss of time. —Why? It was cool— I said, getting up. He followed my movements. —Not even one porn scene— he complained. I goggled.—I can't believe you're already undergoing abstinence from sex. —Four days is so much for me, you know— he smiled. —Can I help?— I joked. —Don't provoke me that much. I'm still a man and you're still a woman. Plus, we're on a couch in a dark room— he commented. —Moreover, my parents are upstairs! If you touch me, I'll get my daddy to kill you. —If I touch you, you'll think your daddy is somebody else— he smirked. I made a face.—Gross. But effective. —Let's go to bed, woman. —Wait— I grabbed his arm.—I need to ask you something. I gulped. The time had come. He looked at me with sleepy eyes.—Sure. —I... I don't really know how to say this— FUCK YOU! I AM HONESTLY SO FRUSTRATED BECAUSE OF YOU. I WANT YOU TO GET IN MY PANTS BUT I ALSO DON'T WANT TO. BECAUSE I AM A MESSY BITCH AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT FROM LIFE. JUST DEAL WITH IT. This is all I wanted to tell him but I couldn't because otherwise he would think I was a crazy idiot. —Speak with your own words, I'm all ears— he crossed his arm. His veins were popping. Fuck my life. —I... wanted to ask you...— I sighed.—Just, why did you make me pay, like, half the price I owe you? You've spent more than two weeks with me. I don't know about your... world. But I think you should have had more. He smiled.—Let's say I don't have a fixated menu. I value many things when I make up prices for my clients. If I happen to like them, the price goes down a lot. Because it's like they're already paying me a bit by keeping me company. I blushed. Did he just say he liked me or something?—Be honest. What was the real price? —10000 dollars. —WHAT!?— I screamed. He tapped my mouth.—Shit, woman, do you want your parents to wake up?! —Do you like me that much? He looked at me.—Please. I looked away and I nodded.—Well, that's not a problem. I like you a lot, too. I slapped myself mentally the moment I said it. I quoted the whole slang dictionary in that five seconds. My face was burning and I could feel his stare on me. How would I wrap that up? Simple. By running. I got up and ran towards the room. Unfortunately, before I could lock it up he managed to enter because he was obviously faster and stronger than me. Fuck my life. Fuck my mouth. Why did I say that? —Did you just confess?— he asked me, trapping me against the door. What kind of question was that? Dang, this boy didn't know any manners.—I didn't. I like you a lot... as a friend! You really are the best company, Jungkook. I was always a bad liar. In fact, he laughed.—You're a liar. You like me. I looked away. —A LOT!— he underlined. —Oh my God! Can you please fuck off? I want to go to bed and forget this embarassing moment forever. Thankfully it's over tomorrow. I brushed past him and headed towards the bed, totally awkward. I heard him laughing and I decided to ignore him even though I wanted to smack him. I was about to throw myself on the bed when I felt him grabbing my arm. He pulled me into his arms and... kissed me. The asshole kissed me. I pushed him away.—This is called sexual harassment! —You're so overdramatic! I was just confessing back— he justified himself. I pointed my finger at him.—Hell, no! You're going to be a man with attributes and say it straight to my face! He scoffed.—You're childish. I was acting like every man would. —Say it!— I insisted. He sighed and pinched my cheek.—Baby! I like you sooooo much!— he exagerated. Then he went back to looking at me.—You're done? I observed him.—Did you really mean it? —Yes— he said, nonchalantly.—I've had this job for years, but it never happened to me to find a client this interesting. —How do you know you like me? Are you sure you don't just... want me? Sexually speaking? —I understood there was something more when I looked at you for about twenty minutes while you were sleeping— he smiled. —Creepy— I commented. He sighed.—You really know how to ruin the moment. —I'm just jealous because your confession was so cool while mine was an awkward mess— I scratched my head. —Are you really competing over this?— he said. —Can you please shut up and come over to kiss me?— I said bluntly. He goggled and whistled.—Wow. That was really cool. I rolled my eyes and attacked him instead. Soon his t-shirt was on the floor and so were my shorts. He grabbed my ass and I insinctively smacked him. —Ouch!— he caressed his cheek.—We're about to have sex and you smack me for touching your ass? Are you serious? —That was an automatic reaction! I'm sorry!— I smiled.—Oh, I forgot to say something. —Go on, you nuisance. —I'm not really into sharing, so I hope you are aware of the fact that you will have to leave your side-job— I commanded. He smiled.—That's obvious. I'm not into sharing either. Is someone at your workplace going after you? —If I say yes will you get jealous and go rough on me?— I asked. —Are you the type to go rough?— he commented.—I think you're pretty vanilla. —I'm actually a very kinky person. But this is for you to find out— I smirked. He grabbed my hips and brought me closer to him. He placed a peck on my lips and then he looked up dramatically. —I'm so glad you're a cardiologist— he said. —Why? —Because you'll have to... take care of my heart from now on!— he laughed. I smacked him again.

#jungkook fic #jeon jungkook #bts fic #oneshot #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook comedy #bangtan #bts

[jigglymoof]

Season 7 is coming to an end and I have a few thoughts about it.

Gane of thrones is a great show no doubt about it, but there are certain things that have happened in past two seasons that have kinda annoyed me.

*Spoiler* warning even though, I don’t really think it includes spoilers (you never know ;))

1. Rhaegar Targaryen, Lyanna Stark and Elia Martell.

Alright, this is a big one. Lemme get this straight.

PEOPLE NEED TO STOP ROMANTICISING RHAEGAR AND LYANNA.

Rhaegar Targaryen was a nut job. He wanted three heads of a dragon so since his wife could no longer give birth, he smoothly kidnapped a younger girl. Not only did he marry her he practically disowned his children.(when a marriage is annulled, the children become bastards) HIS OWN DAMN CHILDREN. Like Lyanna is oh so high and might as well right?

I used to really like Lyanna maybe because in the books she was compared to Arya, but had she been like Arya, she wouldn’t have allowed it. The Starks have honour, Lyanna didn’t. But I can’t really blame her, when a prince promises you the world at such an young age. You can’t help it. (Yes. Lyanna was sixteen)

And as of Elia Martell, I love her charecter. She deserved so much better. I was hoping she’d find someone else as well. It would have made more sense.

2. Dorne

Let’s admit it, when Oberyn made an appearance in season 4 he was the best and made Dorne seem like a perfect place. And if you look into it, Dorne is actually a pretty cool place to be. They are witty, diverse(salty, stony and sandy dornishmen) and open-minded and they know how to have fun (wink wink) while they also have one of the best warriors.

But through out the series (books+shows) Dorne has become Westros’ official punching bag. In the show, house Martell is practically extinct and other dornish houses are okay with it?!

Major Charecters of Dorne namely Oberyn, Elia, Arthur, Ashara have been through shit and have all died a very sad death.

And also the storyline of Dorne. What the fuck were the writers thinking. Not only did they turn Dorne into a shitty place, they completely removed charecters like Arianne and ruined the development arc of Jaime and Bronn along the way It should be -

#MakeDorneGreatAgain

Also what about Ellaria? Is she dead? what happens to Dorne next?

3. The Incest.

Incest is wrong. Period.

And GRRM proved it clearly. It was incest that caused the War of Five Kings, had Jaime and Cersei not been caught doing the deed. None of this shit would’ve gone down. Had Jaime and Cersei not banged, Jon Arryn would still be alive and this shithead Joffery wouldn’t have been born.

Similar with the Targaryens, it is obvious that it was the incestuous interbreeding that had caused them to become mad Aerys and Viserys. Rhaegar in my opinion was a mad man as well, he wasn’t hyper but he was obsessed with prophecies that would eventually lead to madness later in his life if he’d survived.

So now that we have this cleared.

STOP SHIPPING JON AND DAENERYS FFS PPL!

“Yeah but they are not siblings, he’s her nephew”

Yeah so?

It’s still Incest!

And please what’s with these ship wars? Has GoT become the a vampire diaries now?

GoT was never about “romance” it was about power play, manipulation and complex relationships between conflicted characters. And now I feel like the show runners are trying to shove down JonxDany down our throats. I always knew that when Jon and Dany would meet they would have a connection.

A platonic one. Which would make them respect each other and acknowledge the hardships they have been through. But no they got to fall in love, have sex on a boat and make magic babies yay!

No. It’s not supposed to be like that. It’s to obvious and too cliché. Jon and Dany have clashing personalities, even if they got together they wouldn’t last.

For jaime and cersei, it was always cersei who had been dominant and manipulative while Jaime had been the psychologically submissive one. That’s why it worked. But I don’t support them either and I will never support Jon and Dany, yet it may be an honest mistake since they don’t know about their ties as a family. But. That should be the show runner’s responsibility, on how they should write the characters.

3. The Lannisters

Jaime has always been my favourite character, so I had to express my concerns related to him.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS REDEMPTION ARC?!

Why is he still with his sister, why hasn’t someone knocked sense into him, geez. Now, Tyrion Lannister. This guy seriously needs to standup against the shit that Dany is doing. Yeah don’t give me that ‘but it’s war’ crap. Ik that it’s war, but killing people just so that they accept u as your queen is just dumb. Like Tywin Lannister had said, the person who constantly establishes the fact that they are king/queen aren’t actually true rulers. And what’s with that reunion scene with him and Jaime. It was so bad, where was the angst! I mean they were so close. Oh right. Developed family relationships are not relevant anymore! Let’s add some more of that JonxDany instead. Let’s get the fangirls alll riled up. Cersei Lannister. She’s mad. Yes she’s as mad as Dany. Yes she is way more cruel. But both of them are ‘mad’ for the throne and to rise above others to rule them. Both of them have different ways of execution but their goal is the same. The pregnancy was unnecessary. And I bet she’s not going to have the baby. I have nothing else to say about Cersei. She and Qyburn make the evilest pair in westeros.

4. Azor Ahai

The prince who was promised, saviour of the realm yada yada yada. The story of Azor Ahai is pretty interesting and it is something I really want to see on the show, but at the rate at which they are shoving Jon and Dany heroism down our throats, I feel like the Azor Ahai is going to be either one of them(and if it’s not then I’ll be the happiest person in this world) because fan service has become a thing.

5. Please don’t make everyone a friggin Targaryen

Please. Just. No Two targs is all I can handle. With the theory of Tyrion being a Targaryen, it’s really annoying me. What’s so special about being a Targaryen? I hope Tyrion remains a Lannister as probably both Jaime and Cersei will die and I don’t want that house to go extinct. Tbh. I was disappointed when I got to know that Jon is a Targaryen. I was hoping that maybe just maybe he was Ashara’s kid and that’s why he’d been soo good at swordfighting but nuuuuu *insert valley girl voice* Targaryens super cool you know so we’re gonna make him one as well hahahaha.

6. Brandon Stark WTF man

Remember Bran Stark that cute kid who was pushed out of a tower by this evil blonde knight. Well it seems like he’s become a COMPLETE JERK I was so disappointed with this conversations with Meera (whom I love. Yes, I go gay for her). I mean Meera deserved so much more than that damn thank you, ugh!

7. Sansa

You go gurl *sobs happily*

So this was my rant. I have been holding back for SOOO long now here it is. Every character is well written. No hate on any of them (except you, Mary Sue, Daenerys Targaryen)

#anti jonerys #anti daenerys #rant #please stop #game of thrones #jaime lannister #cersei lannister