#side note can i be real i want a cool black trench coat with a bunch of pockets like that so bad i could cry

[dippersguidetotheunexplained]

choosing to believe this was a feather quill pen that he brought with him to his dramatic final showdown. in case he had to take notes while in the middle of fighting an immortal semiomniscient demon. which i can respect him for

#side note can i be real i want a cool black trench coat with a bunch of pockets like that so bad i could cry

[silverrstarrr]

Normal girl (3)

note: okay! So after talking with someone, they helped me with a lot of things about college/university, since I'm only in high school—I do not know how they function. I was told there wasn't a comestic major offered in college but since this is a fanFICTION, Maria University is just gonna be a school for everything.

they suggested I change their major to fashion since its similar to comestics but there's already a fanfic on wattapad that consists of a black y/n being a fashion designer and I don't want to be accuse of stealing their work or idea. Not to mention, it'll mess up with the whole plot I had a in mind, so please bare with me.

Basically what I'm saying is, things regarding the school and different majors etc; will be different. But everything other than that will be how it'll work in modern times. Also a big thank you to @coconutxraikage I really appreciate you ♡ I'm going to add this note everytime I upload a chapter, just to make things clear. I'm also going to be adding links  anytime I describe an outfit or an area, just incase readers enjoy seeing than reading. For me, I'm more of an visual person.

Chapter 3:

Stepping into the room, everyone was already at their seats. All eyes stopped and stared at you, you stood there awkwardly for a second before you quickly walked towards the bag of the classroom.

You searched for an empty chair and luckily you found one. It was next to girl, she had a resting bitch face which made you unsure if she wanted anyone to sit next to her. But you had no time to spare and sat down next to her.

The girl was obviously black as well, you can tell from her features. She had long black hair with her edges slayed, you weren't sure if it was a lace front or her real hair but it didn't matter—she looked really pretty. She had long false eyelashes which went well with her eyeshadow and lipgloss. She had two golden necklaces around her chest, one was a snake with little daggers along the side and the other was a simple pendant, in addition with her cross earings. You couldn't see her full outfit but she had on a long sleeve white top and checkered skirt? You couldn't tell.

You looked ahead and saw there wasn't a teacher, was this the wrong class again? You were so tired and wanted this day to be over already. You decided to ask the girl next to you,

"The teacher Mr.Fargo, right?" You looked at her.

"Yeah but his ass ain't here, imagine being late on the first day of class." She replied.

All the anxiety you had before came to a closure, you were in the right room.

"okay good, cause I was running around this building like I was stupid."

She looked back at you with a smile,

"Girl same! I did not know where to go, but i got here earlier so I wasn't late like you." She said the last part with a laugh, she was obviously just messing with you.

"shut up, we both didn't know where we was. Look at us twinin' already." You rolled your eyes as she placed her forehead on the back of her hand and laughed.

"My name's Daniyah, you?" Daniyah, she was definitely black. Mom's have a thing for ending their child's name with a "niyah". But the name fit her, she was a pretty lightskin.

"Oh— I'm y/n." You responded.

"Awwn, that name cute and I like your shoes." she glanced down at your feet.

"Thank you." Looking around the room, you noticed it was a decent of twenty students. Most of them were white, you only spotted a few poc here and there.

"Why am I in a room with a bunch of crackas..." you said to yourself.

Daniyah seems to heard you,

"Oh my gosh!!! You can't say that, it's a slur to white people." She was joking and you decided to go along.

"Sorry! You're right, I meant Klans membe—I mean! massa—wait no colonizers."

Daniyah burst into laughter, lightly nudging you. You followed along and started to laugh as well.

"Sis pleaasee, talking about some klans member," she continued on, lightly muffling her laugh.

"But we are in a room full of massa's, I think the teacher's white too."

You kinda expected that. You didn't think a poc could have the last name 'fargo'. You just prayed they didn't overly use AAVE, it always made you uncomfortable when non-poc did that.

"he's hella lat—" cutting you off, a large thud sound of the door hitting the wall was made as a tall guy with starbucks and his laptop walks in.

"Sorry guys! I'm really late, traffic was annoying." It was Mr. Fargo, he was wearing black pants, with a tucked in black n white striped short sleeved shirt. Under his shirt he wore black long sleeves, it went well with his slender body. To finish the outfit, he simply wore black combat boots. Awooga, He could dress good—go white boy, go!

He stopped by his desk in the front and dropped off his stuff, he also placed his long trench coat on his seat.

The blonde man leaned against his desk and took a good look at the class—he clapped his hands together and spoke,

"Okay class! Hello, my name is Derek Fargo but you all may call me Mr.Fargo— or Derek, whichever you prefer. I'm not too big on sir names." He said with a smile.

Pulling out the office chair, he took a seat and opened his laptop. He began calling names for attendance as others answered "here" or a simple greeting.

"Y/n L/n?" He spoke.

You lifted your head and said,

"yo."

Daniyah snickered next to you,

"Yo!" She mocked you in a male voice, trying to sound like those annoying boys who thought they were cool.

You nudged her arm in response and whined for her to stop.

"Ms.Lawfoot?"

"Here sir." Daniyah raised her hand slightly as Mr.Fargo nodded and typed into his computer.

Once he was done taking attendance, he started class. He talked about the curriculum and other activities that'll be going this semester.

"By the way, we'll be working with other majors. Especially photography and graphic designs." He continued on,

"We have a few modeling agencies that comes here often and uses one of the empty rooms in the next door building. Usually, students in the photography major use these opportunities to get a job at these agencies and take photos of models,"

"This goes for us too. Most modeling agency hire cosmetologist to help prepare their models for photo shoots or runways."

Next door building? Wait was it—? Nah, it couldn't be. You blocked out your own thoughts and continued to listen.

"They also have amateur models, ones who are new to the business. Those are the ones we'll be working with most of the time."

He continued on talking about the different opportunities and things you'll be experiencing.

                                ~~~

After finishing Mr. Fargo's class and long ass lecture hall, it was time for lunch.

Immediately you pulled out your phone and messaged yumi, to see if she was free.

"Aw shii, I forgot to get Daniyah's number. Hopefully I get to run into that lighskin again." You said to yourself, you continued to contact yumi.

                  colonizer but times 2🧑🏻‍🦲

                               What you eatin for lunch?

Idk, I was going to ask u what you wanted to eat

   

                                Girl, if you don't flip a coin

and pick a place.

LOOL😭

Let's just to the food court

& see what they have 🦲

Awe okay, I'll go there

and wait for you🤨

Read at 11:35

You were already in the halls and decided to head towards the food court, since you saw it earlier on your way to the lecture hall.

The halls were pretty packed since most people lunches were around this time, a few people bumped into you and you glared at them in response as they muttered apologies.

Halfway at the food court, an average height male bumps into you—making you drop your phone as the the case comes off as well.

"What the fuck?!" You said outloud but only for him to hear, since you didn't want to make a scene.

"ah! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I  was going." He bent down and picked up your phone along with the case, popping it back In place.

You took your phone from him and decided to get a good look at this asshole who bumped into you. The boy was blonde with an undercut, along with basic blue eyes. He seemed around 5'10? He had on brown cuff pants with long black jacket that stopped at his knees, he topped it off with a black sleeved top and a bag wrapped around his torso.

What was up with everyone and knowing how to dress? The blonde broke your train of thought and spoke,

"Um...do you know where the food court is?" He said softly

"You made me dropped my phone, why would I tell you?" You responded in an annoyed tone.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't know... if there's a crack, I  can pay fo—" he was cut off by the motion of you already walking away. He just stood there in awe and guilt.

"Come on, or do you not want food?" You continued on walking but at a slower space for the male could catch up. This bought a small smile to his face and followed behind you.

"What you smiling for? Did you purposely bump into me to ask me this? Withcho' evil ass." You turned your heard to look at the blonde, he was panicking—you guessed he didn't catch on to your joke/sarcasm.

"No?! I really didn't mean to, I was—" he was getting defensive, you were only fucking with him.

"Boy I'm joking, no need to get defensive." You let out a giggle.

"Oh..." he responded back with an awkward smile.

You guys were already at your destination. bzzzt, bzzt it was coming from your phone, you looked at the screen and saw it was your best friend, you picked up.

"Where are you?" The background was loud and her voice was a bit muffled.

"I'm next to chick–flil–a" you looked to your left, just to make sure you were correct. The man besides you just stood there next to you and watched you. "Wasn't this man suppose to go eat?" You thought to yourself.

"Oop— I see you, look up." you did what yume said and saw her waving at you from across the area. She did a little jog towards you as you placed your back into your pocket. Once she reached you, you pulled her into the a hug as she returned it back.

"Hiiii! How was your day kiddo?" She joked.

"Shitty,  but at least you're here so I can complain about it."

The male laughed at your remark, which cause both of you to look at him.

"Whos this? You catching men already?" Yume raised a brow at you then glanced at him.

"Dunno, he just started to follow me." You replied in jokingly manner, of course yume caught on.

"Yo? What the hell, you're weird." She said in a serious tone, trying her best to hide her laughter.

"That's not true! You know that's not true," he turned towards you direction.

"I bumped into her on accident and asked her to show me food court." At that exact moment, you and yume started cackling like crazy. You loved this about her, she always caught your vibe.

"We're just messing with ya!" Yume was covering her smile with the back of her hand. The boy just stood there and nodded uncomfortably, since he wasn't the only one laughing.

"I'm Yume, and you?"

"I'm Armin" he flashed her a small smile.

"Armin? That's a cute name, awwn. It totally fits you." Yume returned the smile, a small blush spreaded across his cheek at the girl's remark.

"Naahh, yall ain't gonna sit up here and flirt." You shook your head.

Yume giggled as Armin scratched his head.

"Did you decide on a place to eat?" The question was directed at yume.

"Uhh, no? I didn't have a coin to flip."

"Girl— goodbye." You turned to armin,

"You got any places?" He placed his hand on his chin, looking up trying to recall food place that he knows they'll have.

He suggested a fast food place as you guys both agreed with his choice. The three of you trailed over to the place and stood in line.

Once it was you guys turn, yume and armin ordered and you did the same. After grabbing your food, you all sat at a table and ate. Yume and Armin were hitting up and chatting; soon after she asked about your day since you didn't know what building you were in. You went on and explain, you included all the things Mr. Fargo said as well, which caught Armin's attention.

"Wait you're in that Major? I'm taking fashion, I plan to be a designer."

"The name's y/n but yeah. You look like a future designer." You referring to his outfit, it was really nice.

"Armin!" A voice called out to him, all three of you guys turned to see who it was. Your face dropped at the realization, it the was boy from this morning.

"Oh Eren! Come over here and eat with us." You wanted to kick him, how dare he just invite someone without asking you or yume. You glanced over at yume but she was too busy eating.

The brunette boy was now at the table and gave armin a fist bump. He looked at the table and seemed to notice you,

"Hey beautiful." He was talking to you, you wanted to melt right there and then.

#attack on titan #eren x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager #armin artlert #x reader #anime #aot x black reader #armin x black reader

[strandedcrow]

thoughts on the glass animals album dreamland? (info dump welcome)

YES hi hello thank you

I talked like,, a lot so I’m sparing y'all with a cut

The album itself is just so well organized and executed it’s insane. The entire album just captures the feeling of taking a nostalgic trip through your own life and the way that it ends up forgotten in a way, sickly sweet and vague, subdued, and so easy to get completely lost in. And part of what makes it so well done is the pure authenticity it’s completely drenched in. The album itself didn’t exist until quarantine hit, they had been taking a break after a band member was injured and had to recover, and that isolation had that same impact on them as it did on most of us, and the result was this extremely genuine album embodying nostalgia itself.

As a band they’ve always done such an incredible job of maintaining a theme throughout their album that is consistent without becoming repetitive. The song Dreamland does such a perfect job of pulling you into the album, easing you into a subdued album, fuzzy around the edges but clear once you can hone in on the details, on what’s being said, perfectly reflective of the theme it’s introducing you to. While it’s doing that it’s also providing a smooth shift from the last song on the album before it, HTBAHB. Agnes leaves that album off on such an extremely a somber, desperate, and lost note, which Dreamland picks up, just as lost in itself, taking off so beautifully from Agnes’ “You’re gone but you’re on my mind, I’m lost but I don’t know why,” and getting into the why. But it does so by warning you first, “You see in kodachrome, you see in pink and gold.” This album is distorted, it’s not right, the colors are wrong and everything is sweeter than it should be. At the same time, it sets up for the songs to follow, like “That worst thing you said” for It’s All So Incredibly Loud and “You were ten years old, holding hands in the classroom, he had a gun on the first day of high school” for Space Ghost Coast to Coast.It’s those vague, unconnected memories that you haven't quite grasped onto yet in full, but you know you’re going to get lost in them once you do. You’re stepping back from the overload of information and action today to visit who you used to be and what made you who you are now.

Right after it, Tangerine does something that Life Itself did for HTBAHB, it smoothened the general sound’s transition between albums. Just as Life Itself, with its beat similar to the album before its own could have fit into ZABA with no issue, Tangerine could have been on HTBAHB without disrupting the album. The “retro” vibe, the themes revolving around both the nostalgia of Dreamland and those of past relationships deteriorating because of missed opportunities and growing apart fits so well into both albums, it’s such a great transition from the past album to the current. The “I’m begging, hands knees please, tangerine” is also a common expression used (often as a double entendre) by them, again like in Life Itself, with its chorus being “Come back down to my knees, gotta get back, gotta get free, come back down to my knees, lean back now, lean back and breathe,” which just sets up for a really smooth callback to previous songs and album. Something else that Tangerine establishes is something that’s been a running theme with Glass Animals since ZABA: fruit. There is a lot of fruit here. It used to be a running joke that Glass Animals wasn’t actually a band, but a cryptic pineapple worshipping cult (no amount of music made will fool me, this is definitely a pineapple cult). This album uses fruit to remind you of the sugary sweetness of nostalgia, but there’s more history and, well, fan specific nostalgia that goes with that metaphor, too.

Hot Sugar is similar to a later song, Waterfalls Coming Out Your mouth, in that it’s about someone who is so cool that they aren’t actually cool. The person isn’t genuine, the idea of them isn’t actually them, but this was someone that you still want to be anyways, because who wouldn’t want to be that cool? The song doesn’t have much deeper meaning underlying it compared to some other’s because that depth doesn’t exist here, with this person. You know they’re “faking it,” but it doesn’t really matter beyond deciding if you actually like them or if you just want to be them, and the answer is the latter. This song is also similar to another, later song, Tokyo Drifting, introducing the listener to this person that he wants to be like, referencing “Hot rubber on the tar,” and setting the stage for the later song to tell you more about what he wanted to be like. Also, once again, through a mention of watermelon, fruit continues to be a recurring theme in the earlier tracks on this album, when the trip through nostalgic memories is still more sweet than bitter.

Right after we get introduced to this idea of who he wanted to be, we move onto what became of someone he knew closely, shared a lot with, and very suddenly lost touch with through Space Ghost Coast to Coast. The music itself is reminiscent of the music he listened to at the time. This song, being a telling of something that actually happened, is so authentic and raw in how it ends up, all still told through the layer of confusion, hurt, and again, that sweetness of nostalgia, with “You look bizarre in the apricot” establishing a deceptively sweet but confused tone over something heavy through yet another fruit metaphor. This song also manages to hit on other songs from the album when he tries to delve into why his friend did what he did, “Were you bored of gender norms,” matching with Dreamland’s “Go ask your questions like “What makes a man?”,” “… of being alone,” matching Heat Waves’ “I don’t wanna be alone, you know it hurts me too,” and “… no mama home, a bad divorce” matching pretty much the entirety of Domestic Bliss. Like Hot Sugar, this song sets up for Tokyo Drifting, with his idea of who he wants to be but isn’t, with “Remember when you stole mom’s old Geo Metro, you wore her old bathrobe, too small to see the road.” There’s also more blatant references being made to both past shooters (Black cap back with a trench coat, ay) and the arguments afterwards of what motivated them (Playing too much of that GTA, playing too much of that Dr. Dre). While he still wants to understand his old friend, and what happened for him to change so abruptly and dangerously, he does not want anything to do with him anymore. It’s a song about a loss of innocence and the understanding that sometimes you just won’t understand why someone does something. It’s just a complete banger in general.

Which then takes us to Tokyo Drifting, which absolutely slaps. The song itself revolves around what he wanted to be like, singing from a new persona rather than his own (Cane Suga from HTBAHB was done through the same persona). It breaks the pattern of referencing to fruit, instead focusing on drugs and alcohol, dropping the sickly sweet lens of nostalgia for something more fitting of the song’s specific theme. Don’t worry, though, dragonfruit was used extremely heavily in this songs promotion as a single, so the fruit is still there, just not directly, and that lack of directly referring to a fruit in the song itself fits with the way that the song breaks from nostalgia of things that have happened and people he knew into something that was never real. There is no rose colored glasses needed for something that never even happened. I don’t have much else to say on it, it just goes hard, this was my most listened to song two years in a row lmao.

Melon and the Coconut is just sheer Glass Animals. It’s weird, it’s fun, and it sounds great. It cleanly splits the album in half, splitting the POV’s straight down the middle while making a reference to its own position in the album, “Sometimes B-sides are the best songs.” Needless to say, there are some super subtle references to fruit in Melon and the Coconut, the song about two fruit.

Then, the second half of the album kicks off with Your Love (Deja Vu), a song extremely similar in theme to previous songs about missed timing, like ZABA’s Pools and HTBAHB’s Pork Soda. Instead of fruit, “juice” is mentioned in this song. It takes the turn from thinking about people you were friends with, what you wanted to be like, to people that you were with, and things that just didn’t work out.

And then there’s Waterfalls Coming Out Your Mouth. It’s such a clean parallel to looking back on things with nostalgia and seeing them through the fake sweetness that time brings, with this song being about the rose colored glasses that were present in the moment, the time when you start getting to know someone but you aren’t actually getting to know them, you’re getting to know this other, more impressive version of them instead, and they get the exact same experience of you on their own end. He’s letting this other person have their own version of him while he has his own version of them in his head, and he knows their version of him is wrong, so he also knows whatever he thinks of them is going to be wrong, too. He knows them, but at the same time he doesn’t. He’s realizing here, that this person, like the Hot Sugar person, is too cool, and they aren’t real, it’s all just talk, and it’s all fake like the “chemical warfare, red lips and television eyewear, raspberry soda hair, in the pool with a blow up gummy bear.” It’s sweet, sure, but it’s also fake. “Chat shit but where’s the real you? Never seen The Price Is Right, I’m a liar been on that shit since ’99. You make me look like a clown, clap clap, you’re a clever clever cookie now” has no right go that hard, and yet it Does.

Then, abruptly, we get to It’s All So Incredibly Loud. The song itself is subdued, it’s that point in your trip through your own memories where you remember why things went wrong. You get shaken from your train of thought and lose your place in it, because you aren’t there anymore, you’re here and you can’t go back, you can’t fix anything, all that’s left for you to do now is mourn the wrongs and accept them, even though its painful. This is remembering what Dreamland meant by “That worst thing you said,” the realization that you have to break someone else’s heart, and how much that hurts.

((home movie: rockets)) is the longest home movie audio in the album, and creates a smooth transition back into childhood, journeying back through a sound similar to that of their first album, ZABA, on the way there for the album to transition into Domestic Bliss. This time, with someone else entirely’s perspective falling back onto knees, but this time under an entirely different tone, “Fight for me. We can leave I’m begging, please, on my on my knees.” These two songs back to back continue the downward spiral that too much nostalgia can leave you falling into, the wrongs, the regrets, this trip down memory lane has lasted too long, now.

Which drops us off at Heat Waves, which returns back to his own perspective after Domestic Bliss focused on a friend of his. It fits the bittersweet feeling in nostalgia, the understanding and acceptance that you can’t go back, you just have to keep going forward and separate instead for everyone’s sake, a followup less to the tangent in thought that is Domestic Bliss, and more to It’s All So Incredibly Loud. It also wraps up those previous album’s songs, Pools and Pork Soda in a way, bringing a sense of closure to the nostalgic feelings, as well as to the entire album.

And finally Helium, the bookend opposite to Dreamland. This song flawlessly embodies that feeling of when you realize you’ve just been sitting and staring at a photo album for an hour now, and you finally take a look around you, feeling the air conditioning on your skin, hearing the sounds of the world around you, snapping back out of your train of thought and into real life again. Things didn’t work the way that you used to think they would, but that’s a good thing. It is such a perfect ending to the nostalgic journey that is this entire album. Fading back into the melody that started this journey of sickly sweet memories of people you looked up to, when you learned for the first time that people can change and you might not ever understand why, ideas of who you once wanted to be, finding something light that you can laugh about, realizing how similar so many things in your life have been to each other, the realization that the people you used to look up to might not have actually been that impressive the whole time, your regrets, times you wish you could have done more, and the understanding that sometimes you shouldn’t have done so much.

I love this album so much man

#hi glass an/imals is my favroite band i have listened to them since 2013 and i love them thank u amen #ask #anon

[impatient14]

Not to be “annoying on main” but like most things here in the year 2020, a lot of the nuance and reason surrounding the fandom’s fight over Dean’s queerness is lost to the wily temptress that is extremity, and I want to throw some stuff out there in case anyone is thinking the same things and just needs to hear that someone else is too.

To my followers and anyone who dares look through my blog (honestly don’t recommend it), it’s obvious I’m someone who enjoys the Dean/Cas pairing. And when I say enjoy, I mean I absolutely get feral about a wide range of topics that involve their relationship, depiction, and reception. I’ve always kept my opinions within the confines of my blog, though, and I’ve never--not once in the decade of my life on Tumblr--gone into inboxes to send hate or even indirect someone with hate or drama on my blog. That shit just ain’t kosher.

That being said, some of the anti-destiel arguments out there have merit.

Like, for example, Destiel shippers not liking the show. Personally, I did like Supernatural originally, but I also recently recommended new watchers who came for Destiel to just watch certain episodes. I’ve stopped watching Supernatural several times throughout my Supernatural journey (which started in real time with season one), because the writing can be down right awful. There were lots of great examples of writing too, but it wasn’t consistent enough for me to keep watching in real time. So I'd watch a season behind on Netflix. At some point, things got bad enough (the bro-dependence, recycled or unimaginative plotlines, the terrible treatment and fridging of female characters) that I did keep coming back for Dean and Cas only (and honestly, it was sometimes only Castiel). 

Another worthy anti-destiel point for consideration is the fact that other than destiel shippers, a lot of people who watch Supernatural don’t care about Castiel. This seems to be correct. I’d wager to say that the vast majority of Supernatural watchers did not invest even a portion of time, energy, or emotions in Castiel that we did. That’s cool. I’ve been a casual viewer of a show and been blindsided by things that their fanon saw coming a mile away. Everyone has different perspectives, and the idea that Castiel isn’t integral to the plot when you remove the possibility of Destiel is absolutely correct.

However.

Why did they keep bringing him back? It’s true that he could easily be written out when his relationship with Dean is bro-ified, but his deaths never took until the end (and even then it didn’t). Sure, it could be “pandering,” but if only 1% of the Supernatural fandom ships destiel (as stated in one argument), it seems like a strange choice monetarily. Misha, as a series regular, wasn’t exactly giving out his services for free (eyyoo), so producers and the network wouldn’t give a second thought to the vitroil and threats creators and actors would get if Misha were written off. (Side note: I categorically *hate* the social media accessibility that lets people directly interact so negatively with creators to the point of dangerous conditions. It’s the most ugly and embarrassing side of fandom.)

It could be argued they kept bringing him back because they knew hellers and Cas lovers would continue to buy his Merch and what not, but I can’t imagine the small percentage of viewers who are invested enough in Castiel to buy his Merch would compensate for Misha’s annual salary. (But honestly, numbers aren’t my thing so *shrug*) But it could also be argued that the perceived destiel headache for creators, plus the retention of Misha’s salary, would be enough to get rid of him if not for a crucial role he plays in the show. Creators have repeatedly said that Cas’ whole character revolves around his relationship with Dean, so that means the writers felt that the Cas/Dean relationship was important to the fabric of the show--in whatever way you’d like to see it. Does that mean viewers have to see it that way? Definitely not. But that’s not the story the writers are telling you they’re writing--

Oh, that sounds familiar!

All the textual gay jokes, narrative devices, and creator interactions (not just Misha, but writers, producers, and other actors too) created the metaphorical pink elephant, not the shippers themselves. And to be told otherwise is some gaslighting bullshit. I agree some fans take it too far and freak out at the mere mention of a non-destiel reading, but the foundation for a destiel reading is based in text, not just in the shippers heads. The relationship between the Supernatural creators, actors, and fandom is undoubtedly toxic, which is why I think it makes it easier for them to deny various romantic interpretations of Dean and Castiel's relationship, but (and i hate to do it) in their defense, they definitely wrote enough into the text to justifiably claim Dean's a nohomodudebro. However, they've also written enough into the text to legitimately doubt (not definitively deny) his heterosexuality.

IMO (for the maybe two people wondering) Dean became bisexually coded in a very complicated conglomeration of a homophobic “its funny to be gay” kind of way, the chemistry between Jensen and Misha, countless production decisions, and Castiel’s growing and canonical love for Dean---which all makes the matter impossible to ignore. On more than one occasion the writers made choices that welcomed a destiel reading--not confirmed--but welcomed (which is, wait for it, queerbaiting!). I’d be shocked if no one read Dean as being queer coded and secretly in love with Castiel, who btw, is absolutely 100% romantically in love with Dean Winchester. The writers kept making decisions that fed hellers so well because Castiel is in love with Dean. It’s not just Misha who has confirmed it btw, but the writers themselves. You’re allowed to read it differently, just like destiel shippers read Dean differently than the writers have claimed, but you don’t get to tell other people they’re wrong--just like destiel shipping should never have gotten to the point were anyone who didn’t see destiel was reading the show wrong. However, the difference between saying Cas’ love is platonic and saying Dean’s love is queer is the difference between having zero textual evidence for a platonic reading of Cas’ love, and having lots of textual evidence for Dean’s heterosexuality. (Personally? My headcannon for Dean fluctuates between “so closeted he doesn’t even know he’s actually bisexual” and “very much aware he’s also into dudes but is pushing it down because : Winchester ™.” However, I’m more than happy to admit that my headcannon can’t be reasonably confirmed as fact. It can, however and like most headcannons within the destiel fandom, be comprehensively and intelligently argued to the point of exhaustion.)

The only reason to deny that 1.) it’s reasonable to read Dean as being queer-coded, not canonically bisexual, but queer-coded via textual and production decisions, and 2.) Castiel is romantically in love with Dean-- is if you’re someone who can’t give credit to the opposition just because they’re the opposition. Just because I hate Trump and think he’s the spawn of Putin’s asshole doesn’t mean I can’t admit he did *some* good work for criminal justice reform. The credibility of your argument goes to crap when you can’t admit when someone else has a good point- even if you don’t agree with their overarching theory or idea.

Obviously, the state of the Supernatural fandom is pretty much what it will be forever. Getting thousands of people to admit that its normal to find evidence to support an argument you don’t agree with (something philosophers do all the time because there is no such thing as truth and the world isn’t black and white and its shades of grey that make the rainbow bright and on and on and on), is definitely not in the cards for us. But, this is just me, throwing my altogether unnecessary opinion out there. 

(If you’re one of those people that like to troll people just for having an opinion and expressing it respectfully, please consider not doing that. I am but a baby in a trench coat.)

#destiel #destiel meta #destiel fandom #deancas #dean winchester #castiel

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Night Stalker

; Vampire Hunter!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Angst, violence, smut, a bit of fluff,

; Word Count: 17.6k

; Warnings: Death, MC gets attacked, slight stalking at the beginning, biting, slight blood play, penetrative sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, choking kink, bondage, rough sex, dom!Hoseok, sub!reader, spanking,

; Synopsis: Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help?

; A/N: Inspired by Blade...not quite Blade but definitely taking heavy inspo from it! Was only supposed to be a drabble...obviously not a drabble. Let me know what you think please as this wasn’t even meant to be a thing yet I really enjoyed writing it :)

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Centuries of instinct is telling you that there is something wrong, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the source of your discomfort is the eerie figure that has been walking a good twenty feet behind you for the last four blocks. You’re not sure if they’re trying to be conspicuous or if this is their terrible attempt at subtle stalking but it has your metaphorical hackles raised anyway.

Shoulders hunching together even more, you quicken your pace as much as you can without it looking suspicious and listen to the way your Converse slap against the wet concrete floor. You haven’t even seen a car cruise past yet, but you’re not too surprised given it’s 3 in the morning.

Cursing Alex and his incessant need to go out partying whenever there’s even a whiff of pot in the air, you lament the fact you’d agree to take on his shift at the convenience store. And you then curse the fact that you’d applied for a job so damn far from your apartment.

The walk is nice and almost leisurely in the day, but in the foreboding atmosphere of the night it’s horrifying. Yellow tinged street lights flicker and buzz in the almost silence, the only sign of civilisation being the faint sirens and sounds of cars in the distance and you shiver as a cool breeze passes by.

Holding the strap of your bag closer to your body, you tug the material of your jacket and try to make yourself look as small and non-descript as possible. Eyes flickering up from your red and white sneakers to the vivid neon of the 24/7 alcohol store just up ahead, you let out a brief sigh of relief at the sign of people.

Glancing behind you as furtively as you can, your breathing quickens however when you note that the unfamiliar man is only a few feet behind you. Lungs working harder than ever, you find yourself almost jogging forwards in an effort to escape whoever this creep is.

A hand grasping your shoulder tightly causes you to shriek, spinning around rapidly as your momentum is stopped and you get a glimpse of the stalker for the first time. He’s tall and broad, shoulders hidden away neatly underneath a long black trench coat and you gasp pathetically, voice falling into a croak as you stare at him.

In the far off light of the next street light, you can just about see the deep, ruby red of his pupils as they reflect menacingly. Eyes widening, you can’t help but move backwards as he pushes at you firmly, his hand feeling like a steel weight on your shoulder as it clamps down almost painfully.

Back hitting the rough brick of the wall behind you, you can’t stop the whimper that leaves your throat as your hair catches against the material and pulls. It’s stupid to focus on that, but you find yourself suddenly focusing on dumb things like the fact his dark grey coat looks lovely and warm and he’s wearing surprisingly elegant looking shoes; dark brown leather that looks expensive.

“I-I-I d-don’t have m-money on me.” The words fall from your lips easily, like water from a tap, and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes to match how your voice wavers almost pathetically. That same instinct that told you that you were being followed is now screaming at you that he isn’t interested in your money, or your any of your valuables.

You don’t even think he’s interested in sex, given the way those intense red eyes focus from your eyes to your lips before resting on the exposed expanse of your neck. His free hand moves up to trace along your throat, the surprisingly smooth pads of his fingertips moving almost featherlight on the edge of the cheap and tacky work shirt you have to wear.

Moving forward, his eyes dart back up to you with a slow grin that does nothing to make him look friendly or happy. If anything, it makes your stomach scream with fear as he leans closer to you until you swear you can almost see the way his eyes swirl with a need you’re far too afraid to ask about.

“I think we both know that I don’t want your money. Not that you have any.” He whispers, voice low and raspy as he noses along your chin. A soft cry leaves your mouth as tears finally fall, slowly trickling down your face to land on his own cheek.

Lifting his head slightly, he looks up at you as he lets his finger pick up your tear before he slots it into his mouth. A groan leaves him as his eyes flutter before he’s grinning and you’re gasping out loud at the sight of his pearly white teeth. Both of his fangs are elongated, far more than they should be, and razor sharp.

The scent of your fear hits him in a wave and he inhales deeply, a rumbling laugh leaving his mouth as he lowers it to your neck. You want to fight against him, but the sheer pressure of his grip on you makes it impossible and you find yourself not wanting to anger him further.

“You smell perfect darling, rich and with the perfect hint of fear.” The unintelligible whimpering that splutters from your lips falls on deaf ears, and you find yourself randomly cursing Alex even more. You could have been snug at home, in bed, instead of being attacked by...a vampire?!

“Christ, is that how you pick up all the girls? No one wonder you have to be a creep.” A sudden voice from your left causes the vampire to freeze up, grip on your shoulder tightening until you’re crying out before he’s looking to the side with a menacing glare and snarl.

“Night Stalker. Run along now, I’m sure there’s a party of low life vamp’s you can fuck up somewhere else.” He hisses, spitting the words out with a venom that denotes some form of relationship between the two. Or at the very least, he knows who the intruder is.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve got me mistaken with someone who gives a fuck. Let me break it down for you. You, vampire,” The new guy suddenly launches forward, barreling into him and breaking the vampire’s grip on you as they both fall into the street. Both of them launch upright almost immediately, the vampire landing in an almost cat like position closest to you while guy number two rolls and lands back on his feet. “Me, person who’s going to fuck your night up real bad.”

At his words, his knees bend until he’s almost crouching and you watch with shock as he reaches behind his head, pulling what looks like a katana off his back and swinging it in smooth and assured movements. Breath coming fast and hard, your knees buckle and you slowly slide down the wall to land on the wet floor, shaking hands pressing to your chest as you simply watch.

A more intelligent person might run perhaps, but you can’t quite get the message to your legs.

“It’s going to be an honour to be the one to take down the Night Stalker.” The vampire hisses, muscles bunching underneath his coat. There’s a moment of tension where neither moves before the Night Stalker snorts out a laugh.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be the first to congratulate you if you do.” And then he launches forwards at the vampire, covering the ground in one astonishing leap which causes his long, black leather coat to billow out almost impressively.

Snarling, the vampire jumps to the side before spinning around, hand grasping at the Night Stalker before swinging him furiously in a circle. The intruder disappears down the alley next to you and the vampire follows immediately, leaping almost impossibly high as he chases down his new prey.

You should run, you should really run while he’s distracted, but you can’t make your legs move. It’s like they’ve turned into jelly, and all you can do is pull yourself to the corner to peer around the edge. Even though you don’t know him, you don’t want your saviour to die.

The alley is grim and dark, the light at the end highlighting the line of dumpsters along one wall while the skeleton of a decrepit fire escape crawls up one building. Deep grunts and heavy breathing come from underneath it, and you watch with fear as the vampire and Night Stalker fight, movements almost furiously fast.

A punch with his right arm swings around to hit the vampire square on the jaw before he ducks low to avoid an incoming response, squatting on one leg as he spins almost gracefully to knock the vampire’s feet out from under him. The vampire responds by rolling backwards, using the lost momentum to push himself back up before surging forward with a quick succession of punches that the Night Stalker stops with his forearms, lifted up to protect his face.

He misses a hit to his exposed stomach, but the thudding noise attracts your attention there and you squint hard enough to see the rough texture of body armour. Slamming his heavily booted foot down on the vampire’s business shoes, he takes advantage of the hiss of pain to spin on one foot before kicking out with an almost brutal amount of force, the vampire flying through the air to slam against the wall heavily.

Running to the side, the Night Stalker picks up his fallen katana and runs at the vampire as he stands once more, movements lightning fast as he swings a hand that’s suddenly clawed at your saviours face which is blocked immediately with a slash of his sword, the sharp edge cutting through the vampire’s thumb.

A howling shriek echoes through the empty alley, ricocheting around and making you shrink even further into your coat as you breathe quickly at his obvious fury. “I will make you pay for that you half-breed whelp.” He spits out, jaw extending in a snarl to reveal his fangs.

The Night Stalker takes a careful step back, his booted foot stepping into a pool of dirty water as he lifts up his sword once more, holding it carefully in front of his face as you watch the gleaming edge shine in the dim lighting. A low laugh leaves him slowly as he moves in short and careful steps in response to the vampire’s every movement.

You don’t even need to see them properly to know that he’s watching every single miniscule movement the vampire is making. Which is why you’re not surprised when he jerks to the side when the vampire jumps forward, spinning with a kick that goes high.

Your saviour drops low immediately and slams his own foot forward into the vampire’s supporting knee, the horrific sound of tendons and bone cracking loud in the empty quietness. Once more, an enraged howl leaves the vampire only now it’s with more than a little pain as he drops to one knee, breath stuttering out of him with deep growls of anger.

Crouching just out of reach, the Night Stalker lets the tip of his katana rest on the ground as he leans against it and laughs once more. “Sure made me pay huh? Say hello to all your over unforsaken brethren you piece of shit.” He snarls, and you have no idea who this man is but you can feel the loathing he has for the vampire in front of you.

Standing, he bring his katana up before swinging it forward in one smooth half circular motion. He moves so fast that you don’t think anything has happened at first, until there’s a horrific, sick wet sound and you watch in horror as the vampire’s head slowly falls from his body.

Nothing happens for a moment once the dull thud of the vampire’s head hitting the ground fades away before suddenly your attacker’s body bursts into blue flame. Choking on your own breath, you watch as he burns brightly and fiercely for a few moments before the flames die down and there is nothing left except ash, which floats away with each breeze that flows down the street.

The Night Stalker lowers his sword then, looking at it before sighing with disdain as he pulls a cloth out of his coat. “Undead fuckers, always ruining my damn sword.” He grumbles to himself, giving the blade a quick clean before sliding it back into the holder situated on his back.

His head rolls back onto his shoulders for a moment, and you’re treated to a large expanse of throat as he cracks his neck before he focuses back down the alley. You’d think he’d forgotten about you until a low moan bubbles up through your throat, the sound unbidden by you and almost unhinged with the deranged frequency to it.

Almost instantly, he looks in your direction and you can tell that he’s focusing firmly on you.

“Ah fuck.” He whispers before he strides forward, his no doubt steel capped motorcycle boots heavy and loud on the ground. His black leather coat swings out in the low breeze, fluttering almost ominously while he walks with a confident swagger that tells you he’s completely comfortable and aware in his own body.

It’s bizarrely sexy and terrifying all at once, and you scramble away from him as he nears you. Even though your brain is telling you that he saved you, there’s a larger part screaming that he just killed a man. Though another part of you is pointing out that he didn’t kill a man, he slayed a vampire.

But then you have to actually come to terms with the fact that vampires exist and that’s a whole other kettle of fish to contend with.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice is soothing and low, each word said carefully and with enough sincerity behind it that you genuinely believe him while his hands are held out in front of him. Reaching you, you look up his tall body and breathe even faster in response, noting the tight black jeans that hug toned thighs and leather belt that looks to have more than enough firepower on it.

Your suspicions are confirmed when he crouches down to meet your level and you catch a glimpse of two impossibly large looking handguns secured to his belt, normally hidden by his coat. Pressing yourself further back into the wall, your eyes scan up from the guns to his face and back again.

“It’s okay, I swear. He’s gone now. You can go home.” His face is half covered with a black mask, half moon eyes that look impossibly sweet and kind for someone who just swung a katana around like he most definitely knows how to use it. Black hair shines in the crappy street lighting and you have the bizarre urge to touch it, to brush the stray strands back into place.

But instead you just let out a strained sob, your lungs tight and constricting as the panic of the whole thing overwhelms you. Sighing deeply, the Night Stalker’s eyes narrow as he takes in your expression.

“You can go, I swear. You’ll be fi-...oh for fucks sake. Come on.” He hisses, head turning to the side to glare down the street. You look too with panic widened eyes, wondering what he’s suddenly annoyed about only to watch as two figures step out of an alley further down. You’d think nothing of it if it weren’t for the swords they hold.

Somehow, you don’t think that’s a normal gang thing.

Hands reach forward almost automatically, grasping onto the strap and front of his body armour and tugging him forwards to you until he has to rest a hand on the ground. “No, no, no.” You whisper repeatedly, words strained as they choke out of your throat while your head shakes.

He looks back at you and frowns, gently taking your hands and pulling them from him. “You should go now. I’ll take care of them. It’ll be fi-oh are you fucking kidding me?” His groaned words are the last things you hear as your eyes roll back into your head, blackness taking over as you fall into a blissful, and much wanted, unconsciousness.

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Your room is bizarrely quiet when you wake up. The usual sounds of traffic honking outside your shitty apartment block absent, and you find that you can’t even hear the usual screaming of people in your neighbourhood. There’s not any birds outside either, which causes a frown to crease your brow.

Not only that, but your bed feels bizarrely soft compared to the crappy mattress you have. You’ve gotten used to feeling the springs poking you while you slept, and your back actually kind of aches from the softness that has enveloped it all night. The impossibly soft comforter that keeps you warm is most definitely not yours as well.

Did you go to a bar after work last night, get blind wasted and go to some random place with someone? While it wouldn’t be the first time, it would be the first time that you’d done so after work and you’re disappointed in yourself.

You couldn’t afford to waste that kind of money.

But some part of your mind is tapping away, telling you that you’re wrong and that’s not what happened. That something wrong happened last night. Something terribly wrong. Blinking slowly into the darkened room, you stare up at impossibly high ceiling. Like, really impossibly high.

Are you in a warehouse?!

Sitting up suddenly, you groan out in pain as your shoulder screams out in anger, a hand coming to rest against it as if to try and help. Panting at it, you look around in confusion and note that the large, possibly queen sized bed, is situated in what looks to be a home area of a large warehouse.

Next to the bed is a small table with a clock sitting on it, the neon green numbers telling you that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon. Your eyes can’t help but widen at the sight of the time, and you wonder just how drunk you’d gotten last night.

The good news is that you don’t have to work today, or tonight, so you’re definitely free. But that doesn’t explain how you got into this warehouse.

A dresser sits against another wall with a lamp in the corner, and you look around in bemusement. These living quarters have been placed into the corner of the warehouse, and when you get up and pad on the cool, wooden floor you note that there is a closet behind the door closest to you and a second door that leads to a surprisingly elegant bathroom.

Brows raising, you walk out of the remaining door and marvel at the large space in front of you. To your right is a kitchen, exceptionally minimal with just a counter in the centre and a few more counters against a wall, a large silver fridge taking up space while an oven and hob take up one counter. A sink sits atop one counter, but there’s not much else there apart from a microwave.

To your left is what you imagine is a living room, with a battered black leather couch with a red blanket laid over it facing an ridiculously large television screen. Walking forwards, you note the open beer sat on the low, dark wood coffee table and the game controller resting idly on one of the couch pillows.

The rest of the warehouse sits before you, though you note that the home space has been raised higher than everything else to separate it. Resting a hand on the metal rail, you lean against it and try to take in everything you can see.

A large space in front of you is taken up with two cars, one a sleek black Mustang and the other a more innocuous looking Ford pickup. The battered black van next to them both stands out even more, and if you peer then you can just about see the motorbike resting on its stand behind the van.

All around the vehicles are tables with multiple tools resting atop them along with a few being on specialised walls with hooks. Mechanic style drawers stand tall and you note a few of them open, the contents full of tiny nuts and bolts that also litter the table. One table has a cracked leather stool sitting at it, but there’s no one there at the moment. The steaming cup of coffee lets you know that someone's been there recently though.

Along the right side of the warehouse are stacks of shelving, with their shelves filled with items that are currently covered in dusty canvas. You wonder momentarily if they’re there for a reason or if it’s just stuff that came with the warehouse.

You’re not exactly knowledgeable about the purchasing of warehouses after all.

The left wall makes your eyes widen, and you take in the gun rack that lines along it. All kinds of guns have been placed carefully, from shotguns to what even looks like a sniper rifle and your hands clench the rail tightly. What the hell was this place?!

It’s the sight of the rack next to this though, with multiple elegant swords sitting prettily on their hooks, that gets you. If it were any other day, then you might admire the extensive range of swords on display and think they were pretty.

But what they do is cause flashbacks in your mind and suddenly you’re back into last night, the creepy vampire guy breathing against your neck before the fight flashes before your eyes. Gasping loudly, you can’t stop the quick and heavy breathing that takes over as you stumble backwards, falling into someone’s hard body.

Spinning immediately, you let out a shriek as you fall over, landing on your ass harshly and panting out as you scrabble backwards. You don’t recognise this newcomer and watch with wide eyes as he gasps loudly and gets onto his knees, holding his hands up as the bag of cheese puffs he’d been carrying falls to the ground.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were awake!” He gets out, voice high with tension as you scan him over. His skin is a golden tan and you note the handsome face he’s been blessed with, peachy coloured hair wispy and soft as it falls on either side of his forehead. There’s a few black marks of grease in the pretty hair, along with a mark on his sculpted nose, but the warmth and friendliness he emits already cause you to relax a little.

“Where am I? Did...did last night really happen?” You ask quickly, hugging your knees to your chest as your eyes take in the warehouse. The last thing you remember is your saviour cursing out as you fell unconscious, and you wonder if this is where he lives or something. “Where’s the Night Stalker?”

At that, your new acquaintance sits back and lets out a confused noise, one knee underneath him while he rests his elbow on the other. A baggy white shirt adorns him while ridiculously large tan trousers are on his lower half, making him look like some strange mechanic combined with a 70s hipster.

“Wow...where did you hear that?” He presses a finger to his pouting lips before suddenly letting out a little ‘aah’ noise. “Oh wait, he said he took out the blood sucker. You probably heard it then. Well...yes last night happened unfortunately. I’m sorry you had to witness, and experience, that. But it’s okay kind of? Hoseok saved you. You passed out when the others turned up and he didn’t know where you lived as you didn’t have your ID on you, so he just had to bring you home. We’re...sorry about that.”

Staring at him, you take another look around the warehouse. “You live here?”

He stiffens up at that, looking just a tiny bit affronted. “Okay, well maybe I don’t. I have a sweet trailer parked round back as Hoseok likes his own space. But there’s nothing wrong with this. People would kill to get this much space for how much we pay. Honestly, it’s amazing really.”

“I didn’t mean that, I just...I don’t know what I meant. Is that his name then? Hoseok?” It fit your saviour better than Night Stalker, and he suddenly seemed much less intimidating now that he has a name and not just an ominous moniker.

The guy goes a little bashful then, picking up his chips before standing and helping you up as well. Directing you over to the couch, he slumps down in it before opening the pack and stuffing a few into his mouth. Looking to you, he offers you the pack and you find yourself grabbing a handful yourself.

It’s like you’ve suddenly realised how hungry you are, and he watches in amusement as you happily take the pack from him and almost inhale the food. Getting up, he heads to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you before grabbing some more chips for himself.

“Yeah, he’s Hoseok. Night Stalker is what the bloodsuckers call him. I’m Taehyung; his engineer, mechanic and whatever else he wants me to be. Wait, that sounded erotic. Not that. Though if he wanted it, I wouldn’t say no I mean...hello. I’d say I’m his best friend, though he gets all grumbly when you say that. I think he thinks it ruins his ‘aura’.” Taehyung snorts, making finger quotations before handing you the water.

You unscrew the cap and drink greedily, enjoying the cool liquid as it slides down your throat. Introducing yourself, you shake his hand for a moment before your shoulders slump as you finally acknowledge the reality.

“So...bloodsuckers. If my pop culture knowledge is correct, and I’m not being particularly dumb or something, I’m guessing that means that the guy Hoseok killed was a vampire right?” Fingers playing with the label of the water bottle, you glance over at Taehyung to get his reaction.

He’s watching you carefully, whiskey eyes taking in every detail of your face before his lips purse. Sighing heavily, he nods as he brushes a few strands of hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah. Vampires. It’s all very...Underworld-y I guess. I wish we could make you forget but that’s just...not a thing they can do. Most of the time, their victims usually die so...count yourself lucky that Hoseok was there when he was. Though they’re usually a little more discreet than that.” He reaches forward and grabs the beer bottle, taking a swig.

You’re silent for a few minutes, trying to get your brain around everything without freaking out even more than you already are. Swallowing thickly, you glance behind you to the wall of guns and swords, taking in the sight of the sword you’d seen yesterday.

“How did...how did Hoseok get into this? I mean...the vampire was so strong.” Your words are whispered in confusion and Taehyung lets out a deep breath, his lips pressing together at the end.

“Well...I mean...I got into this because my parents got killed by vampires when I was fifteen. Hoseok took care of them and then...took me in because I wouldn’t leave him alone basically. I’ve made myself useful to him. But he...I mean Hoseok…” He struggles to find the words before he’s suddenly interrupted by another voice, higher yet still distinctly male.

“I’m the only one who can fight against the vampires.” Jumping and giving a tiny shriek, you hold the bag of cheese puffs to your chest as you look to your side. Climbing up the stairs to the little living area is Hoseok, his attire different to yesterday’s and you can’t help but stare in the light of day.

Black sweatpants adorn his legs, the waistband low enough for you to glimpse while a black workout shirt clings to his chest. Each breath he takes lets you see the outline of an incredibly toned abdomen, and the sleeveless shirt showcases his astonishing biceps. You can see now that he’s tall and lean, but nothing can hide the muscles that appear whenever he moves.

It’s almost too intimate to see him like this, with his feet bare and skin glistening golden with sweat, dark hair plastered to his forehead as he reaches into the fridge. The bottle he pulls out is dark, and you swear it almost looks like red wine in the light.

“Why you? I mean, you were fast yeah. But he was so fast, and so strong.” Hoseok chuckles, the sound reverberating in your very body until you swear you can feel him in your womb and you curse yourself silently. This man had killed someone in front of you yesterday, saved you from the worst incident in your life and here you were already thirsting over him.

“I know. But I’m just as fast. And just as strong.” He demonstrates this by jumping forward in one, long leap that takes him to the other side of the sofa. Squealing, you push yourself into Taehyung and watch as Hoseok sits down heavily in the matching armchair that sits to the side, his head resting against the back.

“How...how can you do that?!” You’re not entirely sure that you can get anymore words out, nor are you sure that you could grip Taehyung’s arm even tighter than you already are. He runs his hand along your arm soothingly, before looking at you firmly.

“You can’t freak out okay? Please don’t freak out when he tells you. Hoseok is the good guy, I swear.” He mutters and you frown, eyes flicking back over to the ridiculously attractive guy who incites both dual lust and slight fear in you.

Hoseok watches you quietly for a moment, his eyes moving down to your hands before he glances back up to catch your eyes. He really is arrestingly beautiful, and you wonder what on earth went on to put two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in the same room together.

But there’s a roughness to Hoseok that attracts you more, a slight darkness in his eyes and demeanour that makes your thighs clench unwillingly. And you felt it had nothing to do with his extraordinary fighting skills, nor the fact he killed someone yesterday.

Which you’ve still not forgotten yet.

Keeping his gaze firmly on yours, Hoseok unscrews his own bottle and takes a long, deep drink. Whatever he has is surprisingly thicker than you expected, and he grimaces as he drinks as if he’s unhappy with the taste of it.

It’s only when he pulls the bottle away, half of it empty already, that your stomach twists on itself furiously. His lips, a rosy pink before, are now stained red and as you watch, he licks his teeth clean to reveal two fangs that are sharper than either yours or Taehyung’s.

“Holy shit, holy shit-” You begin to gasp, fingers tightening on Taehyung’s arm even more until he’s whining lowly. Hoseok watches your reaction and sighs deeply, wiping his arm over his mouth before sitting forward and resting his forearms on his knees.

“Please don’t freak out. I have no intention of hurting you, just like I didn’t last night. Or this morning rather.” He sounds completely calm and you wonder how that’s possible when it feels like your mind is collapsing in on itself. How is Taehyung so calm?! He’s a vampire!

But then you suddenly note how his shoulder is currently in a ray of sunlight, perfectly unharmed, and how his eyes are still the warm brown that you saw last night. Not a hint of scarlet in his eyes like the vampire who had attacked you.

“How...how are you in the sunlight? I mean...that’s a thing right?” You whisper fervently, fingers moving to grip at Taehyung’s shirt until he grumbles and pushes you away slightly.

“It is a thing. Vampires can’t be in sunlight, it’s instant death for them. They burn up immediately like you saw last night. I’m not a vampire; I’m a half vampire. The correct name is a dhampir, but the bloodsuckers call me Night Stalker. I have their speed and strength but not their weakness to sunlight. My only weakness is that I need to consume blood, but I only use donated blood that is cold and I take no enjoyment from it.” Hoseok’s words are firm and the disgusted glance he gives his bottle makes you think he’s being truthful.

Taehyung interrupts though, raising a long fingered hand to point at the dhampir. “Kind of lying there. He does enjoy drinking blood, but he won’t do it like vampire’s do. And he won’t drink it warm. Only cold, so he doesn’t actually get the full sustenance he needs, but he’s capable of eating a certain amount of human food.”

Hoseok glares at him at that, baring his teeth slightly at the unwanted interruption from Taehyung.

“No one asked you, brat. My parents were originally human, but my mother was turned moments before I was born. She tried to hold on but it didn’t work. I didn’t fully turn, and we guess that it somehow merged together. I’ve never heard of another dhampir, and they sure don’t like me. My father took me and ran, before they found him again when I was sixteen. I’ve been on my own since then, until I found this mutt.” He gestures to Taehyung, but you can already see the underlying fondness he doesn’t want to let out.

“How old are you then? Are vampires immortal? Do you age?” You pepper him with questions, hoping that the more you know about him, the less afraid you’ll be. Though if you were being entirely honest, you struggled to truly be afraid of him. It’s hard to worry when he’d fought to save you last night, and had brought you here to keep you safe.

He doesn’t answer you for a moment, drinking the last of his bottle before placing it on the coffee table and sitting back. It’s absurd how much you want to sit on his lap and run your fingers through his hair, and you wonder if you’re experiencing that whole saviour complex thing where you fall in love with someone who saves you.

“I’m not immortal, I still age though my appearance seems to be taking longer to catch up. My human weakness and something I’ve no doubt the bloodsuckers rejoice every day about. Which is why I’m going to take out as many of them as I can before I finally go.” You watch him carefully, noting how calm and relaxed he seems as he lets his head rest.

“If you’re half vampire...why do you hate them so much? I mean...they’re half you.”

Taehyung pokes at your side lightly, a slight look of censure on his face which causes you to frown in response.

“They killed my father. They resulted in my mother’s death. They killed Taehyung’s family. They try to kill me repeatedly, just for existing. They kill thousands upon thousands of humans across the world without a single care. I can’t let them just exist.” His words are bitter and filled with anger while Taehyung simply plays with the seam of his trousers.

“But...by the same logic...humans kill millions of humans. We’re the worst thing this planet has seen. I mean...I’m not saying you’re wrong or anything, one did try to kill me.” Hoseok looks at you for a moment, those deep brown eyes focused so intently on you that it feels like he’s trying to look straight through you.

“True. But the humans have police. They have lawyers and judges and courts and prisons. The vampires have me. And that’s it.” You quieten at that, acknowledging that this words are likely true. It feels stupid to argue with him, as you know so little about the world they’ve been living in.

Silence falls over you all for a few minutes before Taehyung coughs, the sound sharp and almost nervous as if he’s afraid to break up the quiet atmosphere. Looking at him, he’s having some kind of silent conversation with Hoseok before he lets out a deep sigh and stands.

“Okay, as nice as this chat is. I think I should take you home now. We checked you over when you were brought in and there’s nothing wrong with you. And the vampires are dead so you’ll be completely safe. Just...pretend you didn’t know or something.” He says, standing up and gesturing for you to get up too.

Taehyung grabs your bag from one of the counters in the kitchen before handing it to you and heading down the stairs, grabbing some keys and starting up the Ford with a roar. You stand there for a moment before looking back at Hoseok, who remains sprawled in the armchair with one ankle resting on his other knee, his temple leant on his closed fist as he leans against the back.

“Stay safe little one. I hope I don’t see you again. And don’t walk home alone at 3 in the morning please. Take a taxi, even if it costs a little more.” He says, voice carefully flat and neutral. You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you nod your head in response.

“Thanks. For everything. You know, saving me and...bringing me back here. You’re not nearly as mean as you look.” Hoseok lips purse for a moment as he tries to stop his smile before he laughs, shaking his head while running his fingers through his hair.

“Thanks, I think? Was nice to see a woman in my bed, never had that happen before.” He grins and winks, causing a sizzle of excitement to zip through your stomach to between your legs. You’re not sure if he can sense your arousal but his lips twist in a smirk anyway as he gestures towards the car.

“Go. Taehyung is young and impatient.” Nodding to him once more, you run down the stairs and slip your shoes on before climbing into the tall truck with Taehyung. After giving him the directions, you watch the man still sat in the chair as the car backs out until you can’t see him anymore.

What a day.

-

The weeks pass by quickly after the ‘incident’ as you like to refer to it, until soon they become months. Your life continues on almost exactly as it had before, with you taking whatever shifts you can at the store while occupying your free time with online classes.

A rough childhood had meant that there had been no money for college, and you weren’t smart enough to qualify for scholarships. So a lot of scrimping and saving meant that you’d finally enrolled in an online degree at 26, and now 2 years later you only had 4 more years to go.

Easy. Then you’d finally be able to get a damn teaching job and you’d be set for life. A stable job meant stable money, which meant a stable lifestyle in turn.

Or at least, everything would be on the road to stability if a certain vampire hunter hadn’t rocked your world until nothing even looked the same anymore.

“You do have a home, don’t you? Or should I be charging you rent?” Hoseok’s voice is filled with exasperation as he climbs up the stairs to the living area, his heavy boots loud in the quietness of the warehouse. He stands there and watches you with a half annoyed, half bemused look on his face while his arms cross over his chest.

His usual black jeans are cupping his legs tightly while his protective body armour is still attached to his torso, a long sleeved dark grey shirt underneath. A leather belt is wrapped around his waist, specialised bullets in magazines slotted into compartments while two gun holsters hold the ridiculously large guns he has on either side.

Normally, he looks like he’s just gone out for a light walk when he goes out hunting. But today, he looks like he’s had a real fight. Hoseok’s lip is split with a trail of blood smeared on his chin, a dark bruise is blossoming on his cheek while a slash at his thigh reveals smooth skin with a healing cut.

Frowning, you immediately get up from the couch and abandon Taehyung to play his game of Mario Kart on his own as you move over to the dhampir. You’d found yourself incapable of not coming back to the strange duo over the last few months, an innate need to know that they are okay while also just wanting to be near them.

Taehyung had been resistant to you coming to them at first, wanting you to go and live your life while forgetting vampires exist. But it had taken you pointing out that your life had changed in ways you could have never considered before, and how could they expect you to go back now you knew this?

You felt a need to be near them, not only to make sure that they were okay but also for a strange sense of safety and comfort. The only thing you can think is that there is a part of your psyche that is saying if you are here, where Hoseok is, then you will be safe.

He’d backed off then, sighing deeply before acknowledging it with a heavy nod. Though he’d only agreed to let you stay if Hoseok was okay with it, and while the dhampir had grumbled and groaned intensely, his bark had proven far worse than any bite. Hoseok complained about your presence, but he’d never kicked you out. Nor had he even made any mention of it, which surprised you given how isolated he kept himself.

Taehyung had taken to teasing you about it, saying that Hoseok liked you and liked the female presence in his home. You often rolled your eyes at his childishness, but part of you grew warm when he said it and hoped it was true. Maybe it was just falling for someone who saved you, or maybe it’s because he was not only handsome and strong, but kind beneath his gruff exterior.

In order to make yourself useful, you made sure to clean their spaces so that they could focus on other things. Hoseok was usually out all night, while he spent his days either exercising, practicing or occasionally sleeping.

Apparently, he needed very little sleep in order to function. Which was just plain rude in your opinion.

Taehyung spent his time working on the vehicles, cleaning the guns or trying to create new weapons that could be used. He also had two cars that were hidden by one of the shelving units, both in various states of repair. Apparently he liked to buy old muscle cars and fix them up before selling them on for a profit.

It actually made you wonder what they did for money, as they evidently were not lacking it with the large space and all the gear and gadgets they had.

The younger man had also begun to show you how to fix things, starting with really small stuff and being way too enthusiastic when you actually did something. It made you feel like a child with the way he yelled out and clapped, looking way younger than his 29 years.

But today, you’d both taken a break to crack out the Mario Kart on Taehyung’s Switch. Apparently he preferred to both play and watch stuff on Hoseok’s television as it was bigger, and the sound system was much better too.

It was both fun and comforting, finding friendship after such a terrifying event and you enjoyed spending time with Taehyung, and Hoseok, in your free time. Definitely beat sitting in your tiny apartment on your own trying to do your homework. Though Taehyung was very diligent about making sure you completed that even while here, letting you borrow his state of the art laptop to do your work.

As fun as it was to play with him though, this was the first time you’d ever seen Hoseok injured and a surprising amount of worry was roiling in your stomach, making you feel slightly sick. He watches you intently as you move closer to him, your bare feet padding on the warm wooden floor until you’re standing before him.

Hoseok is taller than you anyway, and the extra inches his boots give him make him tower above you. Pushing up onto your very tip-toes, you take hold of his strong chin firmly and move his head from left to right to get a closer look at him.

A surprised sound leaves his lips which part slightly, eyes widening in shock at your movements and you sigh in exasperation as you peer closer.

“You got hurt! I’ve never seen you hurt before.” You whisper, running a thumb gently over his bruised cheek before moving it over the softness of his ruined lower lip. He lets out a low hiss as you touch the cut but he only gives a half hearted jerk of his head in protest.

“It’s fine, it happens occasionally. I heal fast, I just need to rest.” You can feel his warm breath kiss your fingertips and it makes you shiver slightly, the hairs on your arms standing on end. Part of you can tell that he’s noticed, taking in the way his pupils blow out slightly.

Shaking your head, you stand back and look him over. “Not good enough, where’s your medical stuff?” You ask him, only to get pressed lips in response. Sighing in exasperation, you turn to look at Taehyung who stands slowly and holds his hands up.

“It’s in the third cupboard up top. And on that note, I’m going to go. Have fun.” He grins his sweet box smile before brushing past you both, ignoring the way Hoseok growls after him and leaving through the side door of the warehouse. His trailer is parked behind the building, and you wonder for a moment why he decided to completely abandon you both.

Shaking your head, you move over to the kitchen and open the cupboard he’d specified. Hoseok follows slowly and it’s only because you’re paying close attention to him that you see the way he winces and holds his chest stiffly when he reaches into the fridge for a bottle.

“Hoseok! You’re not fine! Jesus, how hard did you get hit to hurt yourself even under your protector?” You exclaim, grabbing the medical kit and tugging him into his bedroom. He lets out a deep sigh before letting you drag him in, kicking off his boots at the entrance before sitting on the large bed with an overly exaggerated groan.

“I’ll be fine, I swear. It’s nothing.” He says, the tone of his voice almost whining and you stare at him in bemusement for a moment.

“You’ve never had a woman care for you before have you?” You would have no doubt that his father and Taehyung had cared for him in the past, but his attitude and the slight pink on his cheeks tells you that he’s not used to the persistent nature of what would normally be a mother or a girlfriend.

The deeper tinge of red on his cheeks lets you know that you’re right, even if he doesn’t respond for a moment. When he finally does, it’s your own cheeks that heat in embarrassment and chastisement at yourself.

“No, I haven’t. The only women I’ve ever even interacted with have been the women I either sleep with or the vampire women I hunt. No mother remember? And definitely no girlfriend.” He doesn’t say anything more and you pause, sitting next to him slowly as you open the kit and find the disinfectant.

Tipping a small amount out onto the cotton bud, you turn his head towards you and press it to the cut on his lip gently. He lets out a low breath that hisses through his teeth, wincing ever so slightly at the sting.

It’s only when you glance up that you realise how close you are to him and for a moment you freeze, fingers pressing the bud to his ripped lip. He stays quiet as well, eyes focusing on you with such intent that you feel almost suffocated and warm.

It’s truly unfair that he’s this beautiful, and you don’t even realise that your thumb is stroking the smooth skin of his cheek until he coughs almost awkwardly. Looking away, you place the bud onto the bed before taking another one and cleaning his face up a little more.

“You know...I know that Taehyung’s family got killed by vampires but...he’s never mentioned why you let him stay with you.” It’s something you’d been curious about for a while now, particularly as Hoseok isn’t exactly the most outgoing person whereas Taehyung is evidently the opposite. “I think he thinks of you as a big brother.”

Hoseok’s silent for a moment before he nods slowly. “I heard of a planned vampire attack in that area and went to try and stop it. I was only 20 at the time and...inexperienced still. I was too late for his family but...I saved him. He kind of latched on...a little like you. And like you...I couldn’t find it in me to brush him off. He was only fifteen and he’d lost everything, a year younger than me when I lost everything. Only he didn’t know this world existed. So I took him in and he’s never let go since.”

Despite the slight exasperation to his voice, you can hear the thread of fondness that twines its way through him and you can’t help but smile. Tapping at his protector, you gesture for him to take it off and ignore the scandalised look he gives you.

“Come on, take it off. I want to check, even if you’re going to be grumpy about it.” He glares for a moment before once more proving that despite being half vampire, he’s got no bite as he unstraps himself. He’d taken his guns off in the kitchen, so you watch as he throws the protector across the room before tugging his shirt off.

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of his exposed chest, breath fluttering in your lungs as you take in the sight of him. The closest you’d seen to this was when he wore sleeveless shirts, and you find yourself more attracted to him than ever.

Tanned skin covers toned muscle, the planes of his chest smooth while his abdominal muscles move enticingly with each slow breath. You don’t do anything for a moment, your fingers aching to touch him, until he looks at you with a dark brow raised and you snap back into yourself.

His lower left ribs are already black and purple, signifying that he probably has some internal damage going on. Frowning, you gently press on one of his ribs and flinch at the feral growl that erupts from him in response before he’s murmuring gently.

“Sorry, sorry. It’ll be okay. Just...bandage it, it’s the only thing you can do.” He mutters, looking back down at his hands. Nodding even though he can’t see, you take out the large bandage and shuffle behind him, swallowing as you carefully bandage him up in the exact way he tells you. It’s hard to ignore the fact your fingers are running along his velvet soft skin, but you tell yourself you have to.

“How do you get money for this place? I mean...I know Taehyung fixes up cars but that’s not quick. And he’s pretty specialised with his engineering and computer stuff, but vampire hunting can’t bring in money.” You ask, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Hoseok lets out a choked breath as you tighten the bandage before breathing out slowly. “Tae knew how to do some mechanic stuff before I found him, but he studied it more from me. I learnt how to fix cars and all that shit when my dad died. I needed jobs fast, and there’s always work for mechanics. Given I didn’t need to sleep much, I’d work in garages in the day and as a bouncer at bars at night.”

Snorting, you imagine Hoseok working as a bouncer at a bar. You don’t even need to ask to know that he did a good job.

“Taehyung may not look or act it, but he actually has a master’s degree in computer engineering. Fixing cars is a hobby of his that I indulged him in, but his main shit is computers. He builds them for people and charges crazy amounts, he builds websites, does a bit of coding for games and stuff on the side. To him it’s not work, it’s just relaxing. And he takes on a few...possibly not endorsed by the police work too. Though don’t tell anyone that.” He looks behind then, giving you a stern look that you presume is meant to keep your silence.

Chuckling, you nod your head as you finish bandaging him up before moving back to his side. Watching as he checks over the bandage, you tilt your head and ask another question, unwilling to let the conversation end.

While he’s always been willing to talk to you, he’s never been quite so willing to share.

“How did he afford college? And a master’s? I’m only 2 years into a degree online and it’s taken me forever to be able to afford this. Not that I can really afford it. Maybe I should take you up on living here.” Hoseok looks at you with amused quirk of his brow.

“Is this like the shitty version of Professor Xavier’s school or something? Taking in wayward strays?” Staring at him for a moment, you can’t help the laugh of actual happiness that leaves you. Sometimes you feel Hoseok is older than his 34 years, so it’s surprising to hear him make pop culture references sometimes.

“What? No. You wish. You’d never be as hot as Patrick Stewart,” A snort of disbelief comes from your side and you nudge his arm lightly. “Seriously though. How did he afford it? If you raised him, then I doubt he was able to afford it normally.”

Hoseok goes quiet for a moment and looks down at his hands before his shoulders lift and fall in a deep exhale. “I paid for it. It’s not something that was an option for me, but I wanted it to be an option for him. Bloodsuckers fucked my life up from the moment I was born, but he still had a life. I tried to encourage him to leave, but he won’t leave me behind. So I wanted to make sure he got educated as well as he could be, and as much as he wanted. I don’t have any blood family left in the world, but I have Taehyung. I don’t do emotions very well but...he’s my little brother. And if he’s being stuck with me, then I want to make sure he’s happy.”

You have to bite your lip hard to stop tears from welling at his quiet admission, the sheer love and emotion in every word so evident of how much Hoseok truly cares for the bubbly Taehyung. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Hoseok is closed off to the world, but given his life story you understand. So it makes you happy that he has Taehyung at least.

“I think he knows. Your grumbling is just your way of affection. That’s what he’s told me many times. So if that’s the truth then you’re evidently in love with me.” Your words are light and airy, just a hint of teasing in them that makes his chuff out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“Totally ruining my badass vampire hunter status, you know that?” He looks over at you with a sardonic look, causing you to grin. Without even thinking, you lean over and press a featherlight kiss to his bruised cheek.

The moment your lips touch his skin, you freeze as your action suddenly filters through into your brain and alarm bells begin screaming. Hoseok freezes as well, his body stilling until you’re not even sure he’s breathing.

Moving away slightly, you don’t realise he’s moving his head until suddenly your noses bump against each other. His breath is hot against your mouth, and it’s like the heat spreads in a direct arrow to your core, lighting up your body.

His eyes aren’t looking at you, but are focused on your lips as his breathing stutters slightly. The wetting of his lips with his tongue causes him to brush against your own, and you can’t help the way you softly press your mouth to his, carefully avoiding the cut on his lip.

Hoseok’s lips are petal soft and surprisingly cool, unresponsive at first before he hesitantly moves them against your own almost as if he’s unsure of himself. You know that he’s done this before though, as not only did he admit it earlier but Taehyung has told you that he usually has his trysts away from the warehouse.

And yet for someone who’s so bold and brash while fighting, strong and foreboding when dressed up for a hunt and with an aura of something dark lying underneath his mellow exterior, when he finally kisses you properly it’s with a tenderness you never expected.

His mouth tilts a little to find the perfect position to slot against your lips and you open your own without question when his warm tongue slowly trails along the seam. He’s not particularly dominant at the moment, content with carefully exploring your mouth with a curious tongue that dances with your own slowly and just a little eagerly.

You might even think that perhaps Hoseok isn’t interested in any kind of power play during intimate moments like this, or maybe even he’s a little submissive until your tongue nicks against one his sharper incisors.

The pain is fleeting, so miniscule that you barely notice it and it’s only because his fangs aren’t nearly as sharp as a vampires that he didn’t cut you any deeper. But his response is immediate and strong, his hands gripping tightly at your thighs as a deep growl rumbles from his chest, up his throat and into his mouth.

His kiss becomes deeper and more intense, mouth almost fighting with yours even though you’re offering no resistance and he runs his tongue along the area he’d nicked constantly. You don’t even recognise what he’s doing, far too caught up in the passionate kiss until suddenly he pulls away from you like you’d electrocuted him.

Sitting at the end of the bed and staring down at his hands which now rest on his thighs, you watch with big eyes as his chest heaves for breaths and his brow creases into a frown. Reaching forward slowly, you’re surprised when he gives a low snarl and snaps at you, the click of his teeth audible.

“Leave. Please.” His voice is strained and he looks away, chiseled jaw clenching until the delightful tendons in his neck are all you can see. Hoseok’s hands clench tightly against his sides and your eyes drop down to the cut on his thigh.

“I still need to treat your thigh.” You whisper in confusion, frowning yourself at his reaction. Hoseok shakes his head furiously and points at the door.

“Please just go. It’ll heal on its own, I swear. Please.” Hoseok has never begged for anything so far, and you have a suspicion that extends to his general life as well. Something about that kiss had evidently triggered him, and part of you wonders if he’s angry at kissing you.

It’s only when you run your tongue along your teeth that you feel the sore spot that makes you wince slightly and you realise, the lightbulb going off in your head. Oh.

Nodding, you get up from the bed and head over to the door, turning around and looking over him carefully. It’s the most emotional you’ve ever seen Hoseok, and you wonder momentarily why he’s had such a visceral reaction to tasting your blood. Surely it’s only natural for a half-vampire to find it tastes good or something?

“It’s okay Hoseok. Really. Please don’t beat yourself up. I wanted that kiss as much as you did, and you did nothing wrong.” You leave before he can respond, heading out to find Taehyung and letting Hoseok calm down.

-

It’s perhaps unsurprising that the atmosphere between Hoseok and you is a little more tense in the following weeks. He’s still perfectly polite to you, but there’s a barrier to his mannerisms that tells you he’s holding you at arm’s length.

Taehyung notices it almost immediately, but he chooses to remain polite and not intrude into the personal lives of you both. Instead, he opts to make subtle comments that have you rolling your eyes as he may as well just bluntly say what he thinks.

Three weeks after the ill-fated kiss between you both, Taehyung evidently has enough of watching the powerful and proud vampire hunter tip toe meekly around you. From underneath the old Camaro he’s bought to fix up, he decides that now is the perfect time to bring up the awkward half-undead elephant in the room.

“So what happened between you and Hoseok? And don’t tell me nothing. I’ve never seen that man look as awkward as he does around you. I’m pretty sure I even saw him blush last week for fuck sake.” His voice is muffled by the car, but that does nothing to stop his words reaching your ears and causing your own body to heat.

“Are you really sure you’d should be butting into his private life?” You ask quietly, crouching down next to the car and resting a palm against the cool door.

Taehyung rolls out for a moment, chest even broader looking in the plain white shirt he’s wearing that’s currently stained in grease. Giving you a raised brow in response, he reaches for the tool he needs before rolling back underneath.

“He’s been butting into my private life for the last fourteen years so yeah, I do. Also...you’re the first person he’s ever let in here and the closest he’s ever gotten to a friend who wasn’t me. I know he’s a little rough around the edges, okay a lot rough, and he’s very gruff and...okay, you know what? He’s not really great boyfriend material for most people, but you get him. I just…” He rolls back out and lets his head flop back, sighing deeply.

“Hoseok tried really hard for me, to try and make sure I have a life as normal as it could possibly get when living with a dhampir vampire hunter. And he’s always refused to let himself live at least part of a normal life, like he feels he needs to be punished or something. I...is it dumb to just want him to be happy too? Maybe I’m getting too far ahead of myself here, but I want him to have a reason to come home every night that isn’t an obligation to me.” You watch him quietly before pressing a hand to his abdomen playfully.

“No, it makes sense. I get what you mean. Even I’ve got the feeling that Hoseok is only driven by anger and revenge sometimes. But he does care for you too. And...we kissed. He freaked out though when his fang caught my tongue and cut it a little.” Taehyung says nothing for a moment before nodding slowly, jaw locking before his dusky brown eyes focus on yours.

“I don’t think he’s ever actually bitten anyone before, or at least he’s never told me he has. He’s super against it,” There’s a moment of quiet before his lip quirks. “He’s resting in his bedroom right now.” He says, face carefully turning neutral and you squint at him before poking at the softness of his cheek.

“Are you trying to get me in bed with him? Even after what I just told you?” You tease lightly, causing him to snort loudly before rolling his eyes and disappearing back under the car.

“Yes, duh. He’s not slept with anyone since you started showing up and he’s turning even moodier than normal. You’re attracted to him, he’s attracted to you and he needs to just get fucked frankly. So please, do me a solid and blow his mind.” You gawp at him even though he can’t see, body going warm with dual embarrassment and lust at the thought of having Hoseok how you’d fantasised for a long time now.

Pushing at his hip, the closest bit of him you can reach, you tut loudly before standing. “You’re ridiculous. I am not sleeping with him.”

Taehyung doesn’t respond except for a muffled chuckle, leaving you to abandon the mechanic underneath the car while you head over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for you both. It’s only when you close the door that you hear light thuds and heavy breathing coming from the door you’d never had reason to go behind in the kitchen, causing you to tilt your head as you look at it.

Placing the bottles down, you move over and turn the handle slowly before opening the door. Inside is a large room, with a floor you recognise from martial arts studios while racks of various weight lifting instruments line one wall.

In the centre though, is Hoseok and you watch in fascination as he moves fluidly and swiftly across the space. Each movement is calculated and the supple muscles of his arms bunch and contract with ease as he flows through whatever routine he has in his mind.

The glint of his sword’s blade as it swings through the air is almost mesmerising, his movements so fast that it whistles as it slices through dead air. His weight shifts between his feet within seconds, always allowing him to remain balanced and ready for anything before he shifts and swings around on one foot, leg kicking high in the air as he whips his body around before his sword follows in what would be a brutal and devastating dual attack if he was in a fight.

Coming to a pause slowly, there’s no further sound other than his heavy breathing and you slowly begin to edge out of the room. Pointless, because of course he was aware of your presence.

“Enjoy the show?” Hoseok asks, kneeling down on the floor to carefully sheathe his sword before he runs through a few stretches to cool himself down. It should be considered cruel that you have to watch him as he contorts his body into effortless positions, stretching out his muscles and making your throat dry.

“Taehyung said you were resting. This isn’t resting.” Is all you respond with, hoping it covers up for anything you may possibly be thinking about him. He says nothing for a few moments before letting out a quiet laugh and nodding his head, standing up and heading over to you.

The dark grey workout pants and tight shirt do nothing to hide his body, and despite your words to Taehyung you find yourself hoping that something will happen. Because it’s really not fair that he looks this good around you.

“This is my version of resting,” He moves past you out into the kitchen, placing his sword carefully on the island counter before reaching into the fridge to grab a bottle of water. You’re not as surprised anymore that he does actually consume normal food and drink, but it does nothing to stop your libido as he takes a healthy swig and a trickle of water escapes the seal of his lips, slowly trailing down his glistening neck.

Lips pursing as you lean against the cool fridge, you run your eyes along him once more. He simply stands there and watches you in turn, his brow cocking in a way that just makes you want to bite along that exquisite jawline of his.

“I usually just go in the bath. Or binge watch Netflix on the couch.” He says nothing for a moment before his breath puffs out of him in a laugh, shoulders rising while his lips turn up in a reluctant smile.

Nodding, he throws his empty bottle into the recycling bin before he’s heading over to his bedroom door, looking back at you with a slightly amused face. “I’ve noticed. I’m really glad our Netflix subscription is getting plenty of use with you.”

His sarcasm isn’t even remotely subtle and you gasp out, following him with an outraged expression without even realising what you’re doing. “Okay Mister Broody, but you evidently have no issue with this as I came over once to find my own account set up on it. Princess Bella ring any bells?”

It’s only when you realise that he’s in the process of stripping off his shirt that it registers in your mind that you’ve followed him into his bedroom. A place you’ve only ever been twice, with his explicit permission. The ripple of muscles in his abdomen has a corresponding clench of your own inner muscles, breath suddenly a little short as he throws the shirt with his other washing.

“You can thank Taehyung for that. If I was going to give you a nickname, it certainly wouldn’t be that airhead from Twilight.” Your lust filled reverie is broken at his words and you frown in response, a shocked laugh leaving you as you inadvertently move closer to him.

“Was that...you know the main characters name from Twilight? You’ve seen Twilight? Seriously? You know...you’d make a good Edward.” He pauses for a moment with wide eyes before shifting until his back faces you, coughing lightly.

“Wow, why not just insult me some more? Do I look like I sparkle to you or something?” Hoseok looks back at you with an expectant face and you snort, pressing your hand to your mouth while your other is pressed to your stomach.

Shrugging lightly, you can’t stop the amused expression on your face at his outrage. “I dunno...you’ve got the whole ‘oh woe is me and my life’ thing down pretty well so…” Your words trail off and he snarls noiselessly, eyes narrowing before he moves closer to you.

The way he moves reminds you of when you saw him walking down the alley towards you; self assured, primal and completely in control of himself. You quiver slightly in response, wondering what it says about you that you find the touch of danger more than arousing.

Moving into your personal space, you try hard to keep your eyes trained on him as his lips quirk up slightly. “If you’re seriously comparing me to that repressed virgin, then maybe I should kick you out.”

Hoseok pauses when he’s only inches from your face, eyes flickering down to your lips before darting back to your own eyes quickly. Inhaling deeply, you fist your hands for a moment to gain the courage before pushing up onto your toes to press a quick and chaste kiss to his lips.

It’s fast, and you’re back down on your feet, not giving him the chance to even respond. Blinking a few times, he simply stares at you for a moment before moving forward until your back is pressed to the wall and he’s leaning closer

“God, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.” He whispers, frustration and conflict whipping through him as his body stiffens. Raising a shaking hand, you press it to his chest firmly, feeling his heart beating strongly underneath it.

“Hoseok...I want this. Please...please.” Your voice is light, and you’re positive his sensitive hearing makes it sound even louder than the hushed words you can hear. Hoseok fights for a moment, conflicted emotions crossing over his face before he finally growls out a curse before dipping his head and catching your lips in a fierce kiss.

Gasping out at the sheer force of lips on you, he takes advantage and slides his tongue into your mouth while one hand moves up to cup your head, keeping you at the perfect angle for his oral assault. His other moves down your body, the warm digits almost blazing against your sensitive skin until they reach your ass, squeezing the fleshy muscle hard over your patterned leggings.

Moaning low in his throat, you feel the vibrations through his chest as he pushes against you hard until you feel like he’s trying to force you through the wall itself. Tiny whimpers leave your own mouth into his as he licks into you, as if he’s trying to memorise every part of you while he can and your hands press at his chest, fingers clawing against his warm skin.

He pulls away suddenly, and you whine low at the loss of him against you while another part of you shudders in fear that maybe he’s rejecting you again. But one glance at him tells you that you’re wrong, and the darkened lust in his eyes makes your core clench tightly with reciprocated need.

“Are you sure? One hundred percent positive about this?” Hoseok asks, keeping you far enough away from him to ensure that your response is legitimate. Nodding quickly, you reach for him and grasp the waistband of his sweats and tug until his groin is pressed against yours.

The hardness hidden underneath is unbelievably arousing as it presses against your stomach and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down back into a furious and messy kiss. He resists for a moment before his entire body suddenly relaxes, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth as he bends slightly before lifting you up.

Wrapping your arms around his waist instinctively, you both moan out at the friction caused when his erection rubs against your heated core and you roll your hips once more to simulate it again. Hoseok breaks the seal of your kiss to let his head fall back on his shoulders, revealing that delicious expanse of throat to you that you’d admired in the alley long ago.

Not even wasting a moment, you take advantage and latch onto the velvety skin there, sucking a bruise into the unblemished canvas there before lazily moving your tongue along the tendon that strains at your movements. His hands on your thighs grip even tighter until it’s almost painful, your quiet whimper and wince causing him to relax.

Turning, he moves over to the bed quickly and deposits you on it before crawling on top of you and pressing open mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck. They’re wet and loud, creating a messy picture of lust on your skin and all you can do is grip his hair tightly while your hips undulate to try and find the missing pressure of his hard on.

His touch gets more sensual against you slowly, his mouth pressing against you for longer and the suctioning pressure of his kisses even stronger as his hands run along your waist and stomach in long, slow strokes that send blazing hot bolts of pleasure to your pussy. Whimpering quietly, you press his mouth to you even harder while your other hand tries to press at the small of his back, pushing at the hot skin there to try and get his hips to meet yours.

You don’t even realise that something’s not right with the way he begins to lavish attention on a certain part of your throat, pulse pounding loudly in your ears as you gasp and mumble random encouragements to him. His mouth is pressing firmly to the muscle of your neck and it’s only when you feel the blunt pressure of his teeth as they press against the paper thin skin there that you realise.

Pushing slightly at his chest, he suddenly breaks away and forces himself into a kneeling position. Hoseok’s face is a pattern of confliction, lust mixing with unhidden desire and you’re not entirely sure if it’s for what’s between your legs or what’s running through the artery on your neck.

Looking closely at him, you note the way his deep brown eyes have taken on the slightest red tinge and you realise how closely he likely has come to losing control. Reaching for his hands, you take them and grip them tightly in reassurance before laying them on your stomach, pushing your shirt over your head and slipping your bra off as you do so.

The revelation of your breasts distracts him for a moment and he groans out loud, brows creasing as his hands wander along the skin of your stomach before he’s cupping them almost reverently. Your breath leaves you on a low moan as his fingers run along the sensitive skin before he rolls the buds of your nipples between his thumbs and fingers slowly.

“You can bite me...if you want. I won’t say no to you.” He looks at you with horror when you say that, hands pausing on your chest as his brow creases. Shaking his head, he lets one hand run along the curve of your waist before letting it rest on your thigh.

“Don’t say that. You don’t want that. I saved you from that, you shouldn’t want that. And I don’t want it. That’s...that’s what bloodsuckers do.” He spits the words out and you watch as his jaw clenches, teeth bared and allowing you to see the baby vampire teeth he has.

Pushing up onto your elbows, you reach out and run your fingers along his toned stomach and watch as the muscles jerk at your touch. “I don’t want you to kill me, but I trust you. I don’t think you would. And you need it right? Some humans are into that kind of stuff and maybe I’d like it?”

He hisses at that, the sound inhuman and causing a shiver to run up your spine. You really shouldn’t find it as attractive as you do, yet your thighs tighten around his waist without you even meaning to.

Hoseok doesn’t notice though, and instead leans forward to tap at your neck. “This right here? This is an artery. If I bite that, then you die. It’s not romantic like all the stupid vampires in pop culture. Imagine a hose filled with water and then cutting it with a knife. That water sprays everywhere. That’s what happens when you cut an artery and then you’re dead in minutes. It’s the vampires choice of meal as it’s quick and fast. Quick because their victim bleeds out and fast because they don’t have to put much effort in to get a full course meal. It’s not sexy, it’s just painful.”

Watching him with wide eyes, you sit up until your noses are almost pressed together. Hoseok lets out a deep sigh before letting his forehead rest against yours, hand falling from your breast to simply rest on your waist.

“Don’t you have like...healing properties or something? Or is that just another myth too?”

He huffs out a laugh against your lips, pressing a slow and lazy kiss to them before pulling away and watching you through half lidded eyes. “A little, but it’s not enough to heal an artery bite. And you don’t get as much blood from anywhere else.”

“How do you know you have that too?”

Closing his eyes, he lets out an almost deep purr as you run your fingers through his hair rhythmically. “My father. He had to figure out what I could and couldn’t do. When I was a baby, he mixed his own blood with my milk. When I was older, he’d made me bite his arm to see if I could heal it. It’s the only time I’ve ever bitten someone.”

“Your dad was a good man.” He nods for a moment, and you’d be worried that the moment was gone if it wasn’t for the fact his thumbs are rubbing sensual circles on your inner thighs, so close to your pussy that you’re physically aching for his touch. “And I don’t think you should beat yourself up for what you are, you can’t help that. If you want to bite me...somewhere else...then I’m okay with that. You might hate it and that’s fine, or you might love it and that’s equally fine. But I want this.”

Hoseok is silent and you worry that he’s going to reject you before he slowly trails his nose down your skin, pushing you back onto the bed before licking a blazing trail of desire down your neck and to your chest. Reaching your breasts, he caresses them with experienced fingers while his mouth sucks hot kisses into your flesh, grinning when you let out a cry as he tweaks your nipple between two fingers.

You’re positive that you’re just going to be a mess of passion induced bruises by the end when he suddenly pauses, his nose pressed to the swell of your breast before he flicks his eyes up to you. They’re hard and unyielding, making your inner muscles clench around nothing as you spot the dominance you’d suspected weeks ago rising up in him.

“Are you sure? If you say yes now, then I’m not going easy on you. That’s not my favourite sex, and I really want to show you the way I like it.” Swallowing, you shake with desire as his rasping words reach your ears while his eyes keep you hooked. Nodding slowly, a ridiculously beautiful grin spreads his handsome face, though there’s nothing warm or pleasant about it.

“Tell me a safeword. A word that you’re going to use if you can’t take it anymore. If you use it, then I’ll stop.” You can’t even stop the way your eyes widen, and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out he can literally smell your arousal at this rate.

“Twilight.” The unexpected word breaks his character for a moment and he looks at you in shock before he’s pressing his lips together to try and stop his smile from spreading. Nodding his head, he lets out a deep laugh before sucking an almost painful kiss into your flesh.

His fingers move down your body to hook into the waistband of your leggings before he’s tugging harshly, a loud ripping noise reverberating around the quiet room and you still in shock. Looking down, you see that he’s literally ripped your leggings in half and simply throws them over his shoulders after he slips them off your legs. Your underwear follows soon and you send a silent thanks that he hadn’t decided to destroy that too.

“Hoseok, that wa-” Anything you’re going to say disappears when he runs his fingerpads along your drenched slit, dipping them inside until they circle your entrance before running them up to your engorged clit. Rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves, he slips back down to add more wetness, making the slide of his fingers even easier and more pleasurable as you let out a loud groan.

Hoseok keeps the pressure on your centre, the muscles in his arm flexing as he circles his hand in compact and controlled circles that has your breath shuddering out of your chest. Your hips circle of their own accord, unsure of whether to keep his attention where it is or trying to push him away to prevent the painful pleasure he’s causing.

Your eyes are clenched closed as he rubs at you incessantly, fingers slipping down until he slides two slowly inside you and begins to stroke at the bundle of nerves on your inner walls. It’s almost annoying how easily he’s able to find what pleasures you most, yet you bite at your hand to try and keep your soft gasps inside when he uses the heel of his palm to press at your clit, so every thrust of his hand rubs at you until you’re whining.

It’s why you don’t notice the way he stares hungrily at you, eyes focused on your heaving chest as you try hard to catch your breath in the midst of his pleasure. Nor do you notice when he leans down, until suddenly his tongue is laving hot and wet attention to the mound of your breast, the dual sensation as he sucks your nipple into his mouth causing you to almost shriek.

The only warning you get that he’s going to bite is the slight scratch of his fangs before you feel a sharp pain, the sensation making you jolt. Looking down, you automatically clench around Hoseok’s fingers even tighter as you take in the overwhelmingly erotic sight of him sucking on you, a deep and guttural groan leaving him while his hips suddenly rock into your thigh as he dry humps your leg in response to each harsh pull of his throat.

Hoseok’s eyes open suddenly and he looks up at you with dark lust, completely unhidden and you choke slightly as he detaches from you, letting you see the two neat little bite marks on you while he licks at his teeth slowly. They have a slight red stain that should be disturbing, but the way he shudders when he licks the taste away has you quivering underneath him.

“Good?” You ask, words quivering slightly as he lets out a long and deep exhale with closed eyes. Looking at you with those unbelievably dark eyes, he grins slightly before pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth. You get the impression he doesn’t want you to taste yourself like that, but you chase his mouth until he’s kisses you deeply, tongue thrusting into you at the same pace his fingers move inside you.

Moving away slightly, he groans out and nods. “Yeah, holy shit yeah. But that’s not all I want to taste of you.” He murmurs against your jaw, pressing a kiss there before sliding down the bed until he’s facing your exposed pussy.

Twisting his fingers in you until you tighten around him, he wastes no time and dives in, letting his tongue swirl around your clit to coat the wet muscle in the taste of you before he runs it up you slowly, letting himself feel every inch of you in excruciating detail. The pleasure he causes as he does so has you whining out, fingers tugging at his hair and grasping with need as he sucks your clit into his mouth, a vacuum of pressure that he makes even better when he flicks at you with the tip of his tongue.

The man knows how to use his tongue, and he reminds that you he’s pretty damn good with his fingers too when he curls them up to press incessantly on the spot that makes you sob out in pleasure. “Oh god Hoseok, oh please. Hoseok please, I’m gonna come.”

You’re not even lying, as the elastic in your stomach has been stretching itself thin with each movement of his hand and the hot heat of his tongue on you only adds to it until you’re quivering under him, thighs tightening around his head until he has to push at one with his free hand to stop you from trying to suffocate him.

He detaches for a few seconds to simply look up at you with that dark gaze of dominance as he bares his teeth at you. “Then cum for me, princess.” The deep tone to his voice that brokers no arguments combines vividly with how he sucks on your clit so hard, fingers moving inside you so quickly that all you can hear is the lewd sounds of squelching wetness and you’re orgasming violently around him.

Ragged cries leave your mouth as you convulse around his fingers rhythmically and your body shudders, hands pulling even tighter at Hoseok’s hair until the vibrating rumble of his groan has you whimpering in overstimulation on your clit. He keeps going until you’re making soft cries before finally pulling away and giving you a salacious grin.

Removing his fingers slowly, he lifts them up and lets you see the slick wetness on them, separating them and grinning as it strings together. Keeping his eyes firmly on you, he slots them into his mouth and sucks your flavour clean off him before reaching forward, running them along your lips until you open for him.

Immediately he’s sliding his fingers inside the wet heat of your mouth, letting them run along your tongue until all you can taste is both yourself and him as he grins darkly. “You taste good princess, but I hope you’re ready for the next course.”

Snorting, you want to tell him how cheesy he sounds only you end up yelping when he suddenly lifts you with a strength that’s far beyond a human. With consumate ease, he’s flipped you over and is rubbing soothing circles into your ass as you kneel there for him, dripping pussy facing him as you already clench around nothing in excitement for his cock.

Looking behind you lazily, you note the way he tugs his sweatpants and underwear off, letting his hard on bob in the air as he moves to the drawer next to the bed. Reaching out, you grasp the hot skin that sheathes his steel erection and stroke him slowly, enjoying the way he shudders in response and lets out a soft gasp as you run your thumb over his slit.

Pushing your hand away slowly, he also picks something up from the floor before he’s crawling back onto the bed, kneeling behind you. A rip of foil has your brows raising and you look behind, surprised to see him rolling a condom on. He takes in the sight with an amused smirk before slapping the skin of your ass harshly, the skin smarting from the touch as he rubs at it soothingly.

“I’m only half undead. Still alive enough to be fertile and I’m not particularly interested in kids right now. Even if I think this pussy might be worth it.” Your mouth opens in a little ‘ah’ as you nod in acknowledgement, wiggling your hips in desperate need to feel his thick length inside you.

“Give me your wrist,” You frown but do so, feeling his strong hand hold it firmly before he’s reaching for your other wrist as well. Something is tying them together until your cheek is resting firmly against the pillow and he’s running his hand along your back soothingly. “You can breathe right? If you get uncomfortable, tell me.”

Wow, okay, you didn’t expect to be tied up with him already but the lack of free movement has you clenching around nothing while a soft moan leaves your mouth with need. Rocking your hips back, your moan is louder when you feel him rub the tip of his cock against your soaked entrance slowly, letting it slide between your legs as he dry fucks you with just enough pressure to make your clit tingle with desire and pleasure already.

“You’re being a good girl for me princess.” He coos to you, bending over until he’s kissing at your shoulder. Shivering, you let out a moan as you press your face further into the pillow as your fingers try to grasp at anything, only succeeding in brushing against his stomach.

As he sucks a bruising kiss into your skin, he also breeches you slowly as the bulbous head of his cock slides into you. Groaning out loud, you try hard to push back on him as he slips into you, moving slowly and surely until he’s bottomed out in you, balls resting against your soaked clit.

“Oh god Hoseok.” You whisper, squeezing around his solid intrusion and enjoying the way he twitches in response while his hips flex, pressing him even further into you. A grunt leaves his mouth as he pushes up, hand hooking onto the restraints at your wrists and tugging you slightly up as you breath heavily.

“This is a very pretty pussy you have princess, I think I’m going to enjoy ruining it.” Hoseok hisses into your ear, teeth scraping against the outer shell as he pulls out slowly before thrusting back into you harsh enough that the sound of skin slapping against skin joins the wet squelch of your pussy as his cock moves in you.

The only thing you can do is moan low, almost rasping as he begins to set up in a rhythm that has you being pushed into the bed further with each thrust, his hips pistoning sharply into your ass to have you gasping. A grunt from him lets you know that he’s enjoying it just as much and you clench around him, crying out at the increased pleasure from every movement.

His slap is just as hard as before and you can feel your ass jiggle and smart as he spanks you in repercussion, the slight pain dissolving into pleasure and causing you to do it again. Each spank has you choking out a moan as your hips rotate to encourage him further, and you know that you’re being a little bit of a brat as he hisses at you and grips your hips tighter than ever.

The hand on your restraints tugs suddenly and you fly backwards, hitting his chest as he snarls into your ear and mouths along the exposed skin of your neck. “Someone needs to learn some manners.” He hisses into you, biting down gently on your shoulder with just enough force to make you shiver but not enough to break the skin.

Your own head falls back against him as your hips gyrate against him, his thrusts deeper than before and hitting your g-spot with absolute ease as he fucks up into you. A rasping moan leaves you as he arches your back almost uncomfortably before he brings his free hand up to wrap around your throat.

His fingers dance around the skin there, featherlight before he grips a little tighter and you can feel your air cutting off slightly. Part of you would be worried, but it bizarrely increases the amount of pleasure you receive as you clench around him tighter than before, an almost vice like grip on the intoxicating length inside you.

“Be a good princess for me.” He groans out, licking at the sweat that’s lining your shoulder before squeezing a little tighter on your throat. It’s only because of the months of trust you’ve built with him, even if it may not look like much to others, that you still feel safe and secure in his arms.

When you’re bucking against him and letting out tiny noises of need, he lets go of your throat to slide it down the front of your body slowly, palm flat and heated against your stomach before he finally reaches your clit and enticingly rubs at it.

His arm holding your restraints leaves you to wrap around your waist, keeping you anchored to him as he fucks into you, fingers working hard in a double momentum that has pleasure shorting out your mind. Sobbing out, you beg him for a release until he laughs against your skin, breath dancing against you as he sucks a kiss into your neck.

“Cum for me princess, let me hear how loud you can get.” He murmurs into your ear once more, nose pressing into you while he increases his pace. At this rate, the only sounds in the room are the slick wet noises coming from your pussy as his cocks rams into you, the incessant slapping of skin and the dual moans and pants from you both.

You swear he’s not moving at a human pace right now, his hips hitting yours so hard that the only reason you’re still speared on him is because of the arm around your waist while you mewl out as his fingers work you harder and faster than you’ve ever been able to.

It all becomes too much quickly and you explode around him, head slamming back onto his shoulder as you cry out loudly, the sounds ragged and broken as your body tries to convulse hard enough to push him away and out of you. He holds on tightly throughout, hips ramming forward to sheathe himself in you even when it feels like your pussy is trying to push him out.

The crackling electricity that sizzles through your body as the orgasm floods your system has your breath shuddering when you come back to your senses, blinking blearily as he uses your tired body. Each thrust causes a burst of sensation to generate from your inner walls and you let out a tired cry as he chases his own high.

“Fuck, fuck princess. You’re so fucking tight now.” He pants out into your neck, forehead pressed against you as his hips work even faster to get himself there. The smooth rhythm he’d generated earlier is vanishing quickly as he begins to become sloppy and jerky before he presses into you hard with a deep, guttural groan.

The angle you’re at has you feeling the way he twitches inside you with each convulsion of his own orgasm, his hips making the tiniest of jerks to provide him the friction he needs to finish completely.

Now the room is only filled with the heavy breathing from you both, his own hot against your back as he holds you against him for a few moments longer. Already you can feel him softening inside you before he’s slipping out of you and shuffling backwards.

His hands untie the restraints at your wrists before they’re rubbing at them soothingly, trying to get rid of any possible pain you may be having. They move up your arms slowly before he massages your shoulders, pressing a single kiss to the middle of your back before he gently pushes you to the bed.

You slump down happily, watching lazily as he stands and heads into the bathroom. When he comes back, he cleans you up almost gently before checking you over to make sure he hasn’t hurt you too much. He seems almost hesitant and shy, avoiding your gaze as he runs a hand over the heated skin of your spanked ass before he’s rolling you over slightly, running his fingertips along the already healing bite marks.

“I didn’t hurt you right? Did I hurt you?” He asks, brow creasing in worry as he looks at you with an indecipherable expression. Right now, this Hoseok looks nothing like the badass Hoseok that had saved your life months ago. And yet as attractive as you’d found him then, you think he’s even more beautiful right now.

Cupping his face, you pull him closer for a tired kiss before smiling at him. “I’m fine. Honest. Tired, because that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But I’m good. Did you enjoy it?” He nods silently, gaze so direct it’s like he’s trying to look through you. “It didn’t scare me, so if you want to do it again...I won’t say no. It doesn’t make you a monster.”

He frowns at that, tugging on his underwear before laying out next to you on the impossibly soft bed. “Bold of you to think you’re going to get a round two.”

“Bold of you to think you’re not going to want a round two.”

Hoseok can’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head slightly as his sweat soaked hair falls into his forehead. You push it out of the way slowly and smile at him as he closes his eyes in bliss, noting this is possibly the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

Sure enough, as if he can hear your thoughts, the space between his brows creases as he lets out a deep sigh that lets you hear so many emotions he isn’t letting out.

“I shouldn’t...I shouldn’t have even done this. You’re Taehyung’s friend and you’re practically living here. This...wasn’t fair to you.” Scowling, you poke at his cheek until he’s glaring at you.

“If your intention is to ruin my self confidence, then please keep going. Also, I’m your friend too. Hopefully something more if this whole thing didn’t indicate my interest.” Hoseok is quiet for a moment before his eyes close.

“Sorry, that’s not what I mean. You were great, really great. But I...I don’t deserve this. Whatever it is...whatever it might be.”

“Why not? Who said you don’t deserve to be, oh I don’t know, happy? Taehyung wants you happy. He practically pushed me in here. And I don’t know you as well as he does, but I want you happy too.” Your words are sincere as your thumb strokes his cheek reassuringly.

“I’m half bloodsucker. I’m the reason my mom died. Why my dad died. Half of me is the reason families have been torn apart for centuries, their losses blamed on accidents or whatever. Half of me killed Taehyung’s family, and almost killed you. I don’t deserve to be happy when there’s people out there suffering because of vampires. Not when I can stop them.” His words are strained and quiet yet you can practically feel the loathing he has for himself.

Shaking your head, you lean forward to pull him closer to you until his head is resting against your chest. There’s nothing sexual about it now though, and your hands stroke along his back soothingly.

“I wish you’d shut up, in the nicest way possible. Yes, you’re half vampire. But you didn’t choose that. It was forced on you. The vampires killed your mom. Not you. The vampires killed your dad because he chose to keep you and raise you, not you. The vampires killed Taehyung’s family, not you. You are not like them. You are like Jung Hoseok, and there’s only one of you in the world.” He goes to protest but you hush him immediately.

“Just think okay. If you hadn’t been born, if you hadn’t been here, then Taehyung would have died when his family was attacked. He would’ve never gone to college, he would’ve never become as happy as he is. If you hadn’t been here, then I would have died because there would have been no one to save me. Think of all the people you’ve probably saved, both in the past, now and in the future. Saying that you don’t deserve to be happy means that your mom and dad’s deaths were for nothing. They conceived you with every intention to love you and raise you. I don’t know them obviously, but I think they’d be heartbroken to see how much you’ve closed yourself off.”

Hoseok is silent, and you wonder if maybe he’s fallen asleep in the middle of your emotional speech to him but instead he suddenly wraps his arms around you tightly. Pressing his face into your chest even further, you don’t say anything when you feel something wet against your skin.

Running your fingers through his hair slowly, you press a kiss to the soft strands and smile. “I’m not expecting you to suddenly become great at intimacy or relationships. I’m not even expecting dates from you. I’ll go at your pace but...I just want you to be happy please. That’s all Taehyung and I want. Killing vampires can only bring you so much in life, and if that’s all you care about then you don’t care about your life. We just want you to live and not just exist.”

He stays quiet for a few minutes, the only sign he’s even still with you is the slow rising and falling of his chest. “I guess. Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll...see. I’m not saying no.”

You want to laugh at how awkward he sounds but you don’t want to ruin the progress he’s making. It’s a big admission from someone who’s spent his entire life hating himself and keeping the vast population at an arm’s length. So you’ll take what you can get.

Pushing at him until you can see his face, you lift his chin up and go to kiss him before the sudden voice of Taehyung outside the room causes you to jerk in surprise.

“So if er...if this is gonna become a thing. Can we like...get ceiling’s for the rooms or something? Or like...a warning system so I know to leave? As hot as it sounded...it’s probably gonna get real old, real quick. So...yeah. Let me know if I need to...call a person who...makes ceilings or something. Thanks.”

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[scaredofheroin]

Captain N - Chapter 17: Step into my Ring

Zelda took the map for herself, not entirely trusting Pit or Falco to not get the group lost. With her eyes glued to the map, she guided the other three out of the park and back into the city. Captain N walked further behind the group, his eyes anxiously searching the rooftops. Despite the chaos that ensued that morning at Peach's Castle, it looks like none of the Koopa or Waddle Dees or Kremlings got a description of him or any of his allies. The sinister forces atop the buildings patrolled as uniform as diligent as ever, clutching their advanced spears close. It was difficult for Captain N to get a good look at the spears from such a distance, not to mention the need to remain inconspicuous, so he peered at them from out of the corners of his eyes. The spears seemed to be made of some kind of white metal, with a glowing blue interior. The tips of the spears also glowed blue slightly, and he could tell the goons held the tip away from them. Perhaps the spears could shoot laser blasts? It would hardly be surprising at this point. Captain N also thought it was strange that the Kremlings that attacked New Leaf Town weren't wielding such weaponry. Perhaps the spears weren't constructed yet, or they didn't expect to need too heavy firepower when on the assault of that small town. Whatever the reason may be, it's more than likely that further reinforcements would wield this more advanced armaments. Captain N kept his head down as he followed the three, navigating the maze-like streets of New Donk City. Even with her face buried in the map, Zelda was able to gracefully weave in between the surrounding commuters and effortlessly navigate around corners and across intersections. Falco and Pit struggled a bit more to match her pace, bumping into the odd businessperson. As Captain N drew the irritation of other people, all he could offer was a quick, meek "Sorry!" as he attempted to keep up with the other three.

The further Zelda led the group on, the quieter the road to the right became. Captain N also noticed that foot traffic lightened as well, and the occasional passerby was dressed more casually than the suit and tie worn by the businesspeople. The buildings towering above them gradually shrank in size, from skyscrapers to being about five stories tall. It seemed that they were moving away from main street and were getting closer to the residential area of the city. Between the shoulders of the chatting Pit and Falco, Captain N spotted a mother and father holding the hands of their young son as they walked down the opposite side of the street. The young boy happily skipped down the sidewalk while his parents struggled slightly to keep up with him. Seeing this happy display inflicted a pang of homesickness onto Captain N, reminding him of his own family in his home world. His mind wandered to what they could be doing right now. Were they panicking, wondering why he never came home? Were they idly going about their day, confident that he was just running a little late? Were they coming to terms with the idea that he could be dead? The more his mind raced, the more he drifted away from the three in front of him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered how he never even got to say a meaningful goodbye to his mom and dad. Despite how similar he looked to everyone around him, he knew he didn't belong. Pit's wings, Zelda's pointed ears and Falco's... avian physique made him feel even more alien. If only he knew that all this would happen. If only he knew he would get transported as far away from home as he possibly could be. Maybe then he would have gone to Homecoming. Maybe then he would have asked Sarah Thompson in Geometry class to Prom. Maybe then he would've went to the movies or the skate park or the shake shack with friends. But now all those days were wasted. The years he spent alone in his room reading comic books instead of spending time with his mom and dad or friends at school now haunted him. Now he'll possibly never get back home. Maybe he'll be trapped in this strange world for the rest of his life...

...No.

He wiped away the tears accumulating in his eyes and sucked in a deep breath of air.

He's seen things that he would have called impossible last week. Magic, Gods and Goddesses, animal people, animal people, laser weapons, disappearing castles, and so much more. He got to this world from his own, surely it's possible for him to go back home. It has to be possible to jump dimensions to go back home.

It has to be.

"Hi there, would you like to sign my petition?"

Captain N was snapped out of his mental turmoil to face the voice that just addressed him. The man he was met with was tall, wore sunglasses, a black trench coat, a blue shirt, jeans and combat boots. He also had short, thin red hair with a small goatee and was holding a clipboard. The confusion on Captain N's face was apparently visible, as the man held out his clipboard for him to see. The clipboard contained a petition with only two signatures and was titled "PETITION: To make whiney princesses watch violent movies". "Uh, I really can't. I've got somewhere to be." Captain N awkwardly answered, turning away to continue walking. "Look, just sign the stupid petition. I've got stuff to do." The man insisted, stepping closer to him as he held out the petition. Captain N stepped back, almost stumbling over the curb onto the road. "Look, I've just gotta-." "There you are!" Pit's voice suddenly rang. The two looked over and found Pit, Falco and Zelda standing at the nearby crosswalk. "Try to keep up, Cap! You could've gotten lost without the map!" Falco reminded him. Captain N nodded, and the man held out his clipboard at them. "Wanna sign my petition?" He offered. Zelda's face soured upon reading it, and Falco's answer was a blunt "Can't, busy.". The man grew more visibly irritated, but Pit yanked Captain N away before he could make another demand of the four. "Hope you get those signatures soon!" Pit yelled over his shoulder and Zelda buried her face in the map and continued on. Captain N could spot the man groan impatiently before walking in the opposite direction to haggle more people. Making an effort to match the pace of his three teammates, Captain N could sense Zelda wasn't in a good mood as she read the map. Reaching another intersection, he and Zelda met eyes for a brief moment as she looked around the streets, where he quickly averted his gaze, wanting to avoid any awkwardness. "I'm not whiney, you know." Zelda suddenly shot at him. "I know, I know!" Captain N quickly defended himself. "I don't know, she can be a real-" "Where should we go next?" Pit suddenly interrupted Falco. Zelda huffed to herself, scanned the road signs, and answered "This way." before marching on.

Awkward silence was shared between the four for the remainder of the trek. After not too long, the four found themselves in front of an unassuming gym with an aged sign on top reading "Doc's Gym". From the outside, it didn't seem very lively. The lights were on inside, but little else indicated the building was currently occupied. "Should we knock?" Captain N asked. "Knock the door on a gym?" Falco rhetorically asked back. After rolling his eyes slightly, Falco shoved the doors to the gym. Blasted with a wave of cooled air, the four were met with a makeshift boxing ring in the center of the gym currently occupied by two people, with weightlifting and other exercise equipment stored around the sides. Aside from a small office, a bathroom and a storage room, little else was inside the gym. The smaller man, wearing a black tank top, green shorts and boxing gloves seemed to be practicing boxing against the bigger man, wearing blue sweatpants and a red sweater. The smaller man turned his focus from the bigger man to the four intruders, whereupon the bigger man landed a hit on his shoulders. "Don't get distracted, Mac." The man instructed him, slight teasing in his tone. Rubbing his shoulder slightly, the smaller man nodded and grabbed his water bottle for a quick refreshment. "What brings you all to my humble establishment?" The bigger man asked the four. "So you're Doc?" Captain N asked him. "Doc Louis, that's what people call me." He introduced himself, wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Say, I feel like I've seen you two before." Doc Louis noted, eyeing Pit and Zelda. "Well, I'm Pit, captain of Lady Palutena's royal guard!" Pit introduced himself. "That's it! I knew the wings were familiar." Doc Louis snapped his fingers. "And I am... Zelda of Hyrule." Zelda spoke up after some hesitation, removing her hat to better reveal her visage. Doc Louis's eyes widened from sheer surprise. "My apologies, your highness!" He clumsily responded as he hastily bowed out of respect. "What'd she say her name was?" Mac spoke up from the opposite end of the boxing ring, wiping his mouth. "Show some respect, she's a princess!" Doc Louis whispered at him, still bowing. Zelda nervously laughed as she waved her hand. "Such formalities aren't necessary this day." she dismissed. With some hesitation, Doc Louis carefully met her gaze, along with Mac walking up to meet them. "So who're you two?" Mac asked Captain N and Falco. "Name's Falco. Star Fox Squadron, you heard of 'em?" Falco answered. "Didn't they disappear?" Doc Louis asked him. "I had to stay back because I 'wasn't fit for piloting an Arwing'." He said, making quotation marks with his fingers. With a simple "Hm", their eyes turned to Captain N. "So... who're you?" Doc Louis asked him. "Well... I'm Captain N, the guy the prophecy was talking about." He said, trying to make that sound as official as he could. Mac snorted as he tried to hide a smirk. "That old bedtime story?" He asked, incredulously. Captain N drew his Zapper and showed it off to the two. "If that's what you wanna call it.".

Mac and Doc Louis froze and looked at each other, sharing a silent conversation through their eyes alone. After coming through a seeming understanding, the two turned back to Captain N. "...No joke?" Doc Louis asked Captain N. "Well, I don't picture Raiden as any kind of comedian." Captain N remarked. "Lady Palutena can be pretty funny, though!" Pit piped up. Taking in the prestige of those before them, the two boxers felt more humbled than ever before in their lives. "So... what's an angel, star pilot, Princess and chosen one doing here?" Doc Louis asked. "Apart from being the setup to a bad joke, we're looking for Ryu. We were told he could be found here." Falco answered. Mac chuckled slightly rubbing his forehead. "I could've guessed that. You wouldn't believe how insistent the paparazzi are in getting a one-on-one with that guy." He mused. "He's out now, doing who-knows-what. He'll probably come back here for his stuff before leaving again.". He continued, motioning to only a white punching bag laying on the ground in the corner. "Would you know when he'll be returning?" Zelda asked. Doc Louis shrugged in response. "Nope. Guy's a mystery. Never really opens up about his daily routine.". "The longer he's gone the better." Mac grumbled to himself. Doc Louis let out a hearty laugh, overhearing Mac. "Don't mind him, Little Mac's just sore after their last sparring session." Doc Louis informed them. Captain N could tell he meant that figuratively and literally, spotting some bruises on Little Mac's chest.

"If he's gonna be a while, mind if we crash here until he shows up?" Falco asked, earning a slight scowl from Zelda. Before she could scold him for intruding on them like this, Doc Louis answered with "It would be an honor." with great esteem. Little Mac climbed out of the boxing ring and sat down on a nearby bench, resting up. "Thank you." Zelda politely thanked him as Falco and Pit idly walked around the small gym. Captain N took this opportunity to rest his legs, and sat against a wall near a row of punching bags hanging from the ceiling. "You sure we're not intruding? I'd hate to be a bother." he asked Doc Louis. "Don't worry, as long as none of you break anything we'll be fine." he answered. "You hear that, Falco? No breaking anything." Pit teasingly reminded Falco, where he responded with rolling his eyes. "I'll try not to." He sarcastically said. Zelda sat down on a bench on the other side of the gym, sitting straight up as she breathed deeply in and out with her eyes closed. He didn't want to disturb her meditating, so Captain N slumped down against the wall, soaking in the period of rest. Little Mac took this opportunity to rest as well, moving over to Captain N. "So what's your story?" He asked him, drawing him out of his slight drowsiness. Captain N shrugged noncommittally before answering.

"I was just, suddenly brought here by the Bowser's airships using those laser cannons." Captain N explained.

"What do you mean 'brought here'?" Little Mac asked.

"...Well, I'm actually from another world."

"You mean like Corneria?"

"No, I mean like... a different universe."

Little Mac only responded with an incredibly confused face, before shaking his head and dismissing the question.

"So what do you need with Ryu?"

"Mac, that ain't none of your business. Now get back in here, break's over." Doc Louis spoke up from inside the ring. Little Mac nodded, got back on his feet with a slight groan and climbed back inside the boxing ring. "In case any of you are hungry, I've got some chocolate bars in the cabinet over there." Doc Louis offered to the four, pointing to a cabinet near the office. Captain N politely declined, Zelda didn't seem to hear him, still meditating, but Pit and Falco hurried over to the cabinet and rifled through its contents, evidently incredibly hungry. "Try not to eat all of 'em." Captain N advised the two, which Falco responded to with "Mind your own business.", still focused on finding the chocolate. "Don't worry, I've got more stashed in other places." Doc Louis waved off. He put his arms up, Little Mac steadied his form like a boxer, and began practicing against Doc Louis. Captain N watched Little Mac closely, analyzing the boxer's technique. While he was lacking in physical strength compared to Little Mac, Captain N figured he could still put up a decent fight if he knew how to fight. Little Mac weaved about, swiftly dodging Doc Louis's jabs. When given an opening, Little Mac would quickly strike Doc Louis with either a jab or hook. Doc Louis seemed to be going easy on Little Mac, as Captain N could tell he was reacting slower to Little Mac's strikes slower than he should be able to. Falco and Pit finally retreated from the cabinet, each holding two or three chocolate bars in each hand. Captain N gave them an unimpressed look as they sat down. "What? I barely had breakfast!" Pit defended himself, mouth half full of chocolate. Captain N relented, remembering how Pit was the only one who didn't get to enjoy the delicious waffles for breakfast that morning.

"So are you training for the World Warrior Tournament?" Captain N asked Doc Louis from outside the ring. "You betcha. Mac here's gonna need all the training he can get if he's gonna go toe-to-toe against those guys." Doc Louis answered, still focused on training Little Mac. Zelda seemed to be finished with her meditation, and opened her eyes and relaxed her form against the bench. Little conversation was shared outside the ring, with the four watching the boxing session closely. Little Mac's demeanor remained mostly determined, but apparently the notable guests watching him seemed to be feeling some performance anxiety. Doc Louis didn't relent, and Little Mac seemed to be slowing down. But for the briefest moment when Doc Louis changed his stance, Little Mac took the opportunity to knock him down, hitting the floor of the ring with a loud thump. Captain N was at first concerned for his condition, but was assuaged with Doc Louis heartily laughing. "That's the spirit, Mac!" He congratulated him, where Little Mac smiled gratefully and helped Doc Louis back on his feet. "You paying attention, Cap?" Doc Louis asked Captain N. "Yeah, that was impressive stuff." He said. "Well, it's only gonna get tougher from here, and you're gonna need to learn to fight if you're gonna give those Koopa thugs what-for." Doc Louis reminded him. "But he's got us with him! Those goons don't stand a chance!" Pit declared. "Yeah, that's right." Doc Louis chuckled. Suddenly, the doors to the gym opened, and in stepped a large, muscular man wearing a white martial arts outfit with a black belt and red headband. Pit sprung up, and Falco and Zelda got up to meet him. "Captain N, meet Ryu!" Pit introduced him to the newcomer.

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[snappedsky]

Fanatics Adventures in Space Part 7

The Resisty arrives at Irk. Previous! Next!

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Arrival

           Lard Nar sits in his command chair, focusing intently on his fingers tapping against the arm so he doesn’t have to look at the screen. But he can’t avoid it forever and one of his navigators gets his attention.

           “Uh, sir? We’ll be arriving at Irk in less than an hour,” she says.

           “Right,” Nar sighs, “okay, I’ll be back. Prepare to dock us outside Irk’s orbit.”

           His officers nod as he hops off the seat and marches away. He hurries through the halls of the Resisty ship down to the training room. As he enters the corridor, he can hear sounds of battle: weapons clanging, lasers firing, and metal tearing.

           Kio is standing outside the training room, watching the show safely through a window with Gir, Minimoose, and Skoodge. She smiles as Nar approaches.

           “We’ll be at Irk soon,” he grunts.

           “Excellent,” she chimes.

           Nar glowers. “Have I told you how crazy this is?”

           “Many times.”

           “Because it’s crazy.”            “So you’ve said.”            “You’re planning to sneak onto the most dangerous planet in the galaxy to save the most dangerous species from the most dangerous rebel group,” Nar rants, “with a bunch of wannabe soldiers!”

           “They’re not soldiers, Nar,” Kio says, “they’re warriors. And for the last six months, they’ve been honing their skills to match up against Carcas’ crew and any Irkens who get in our way. Watch.”

           Nar sighs and looks through the window. The floor of the training room is littered with pieces of busted Battle Bots and the Battalion is busy fighting more.

           Kio points at Squee, who is constantly disappearing into a blur with the help of his rocket wheelies and shutting down bots with one or two slices of his knives. “Squee. Agile and deadly, each of his attacks has the intent to kill. He defeats his opponents before they even know what hit them.”          

           Gaz swings around her large Warhammer of Swine, smashing the bots to pieces. One good swing renders them weaponless before she utterly destroys them. “Gaz. Destructive and unstoppable, nothing can stand against her and her hammer. She can give her opponents a good fight before destroying them.”            Dib switches between blasting and punching the bots with his power glove. He dodges their attacks before striking back and defeats them with a single, well-placed shot. “Dib. Brilliant and strong, he can adapt to any battle situation. He reads his opponents movements to find the best way to win.”

           Finally, Pepito swings his black spear around, slicing through bots like butter. And when he wants to spice things up, he unleashes a wave of black energy, blasting them to pieces. “Pepito. Pure, unadulterated power, he could destroy whole armies. That is, if he doesn’t toy with his opponents first.”            Nar nods reluctantly. “Fine, they’re well-trained. What about those three?” He nods towards Johnny, Devi, and Tenna who are sitting on the floor on the far end of the room, away from the action.

           “They’re wild cards,” Kio replies, “I don’t know what they might do and I’m not sure they do either.”            Nar sighs. “You really believe in them, huh?”

           Kio smiles. “I do.”            He sighs again and rubs his horn. “Fine. Then…I’ll believe in you.”            “You always have.”            Nar smiles weakly before turning away. “I’ll see you in the control room.”            Kio watches him walk away before turning back to window. She pushes a button on the console before her, activating an intercom.

           “Guys, we’re gonna be arriving to Irk soon,” she says, “you better get ready.”

           “For real?” Pepito exclaims in disbelief as they start leaving the room.

           “Has it been six months already?” Gaz asks.

           Dib takes a deep breath as he deactivates his power glove, turning it into a bracelet. “Show time.”

           Everyone follows Kio through the ship to her lab. She grabs a metal chest from off a shelf and places it on a table. When she opens it, she reveals four neatly folded suits displaying the Battalion’s crest on the back.

           “I finished everyone’s customizations a while ago,” she explains, “but I wanted to hold onto them for this moment.”            She hands the kids their suits, each one glowing a different colour: Squee, purple; Gaz, teal; Dib, blue; Pepito, red.

           “Go ahead and change,” Kio says, “and we’ll go to the command room to go over our plan.”

           Everyone quickly changes and examines their new suits. What was before simple body suits with different colours are now completely customized to everyone’s specifications.

           Squee has gotten horizontal stripes going across his sleeves along with short black gloves and a belt with back holsters for his knives. Gaz has gotten a strap to hang across her chest with a latch on the back that hooks onto her hammer, as well as a big pair of boots and added fabric around the waist to resemble a skirt. Dib also got boots and a belt with multiple pouches for holding supplies as well as added fabric around his wrists and hanging down from his back to resemble his trench coat. Finally, Pepito’s new boots are slim and knee high but the biggest addition was a hole in the back of his suit showing off his shoulder blades.    

           “That hole is covered by an expandable vacuum bubble,” Kio explains, “so when you release your wings, the bubble will cover them entirely and you won’t be exposed.”

           “Sweet,” Pepito grins, “and we look damn good.”

           Kio smiles, happy that everyone approves of their suits.

           Added onto Squee’s belt is an extra strap which he wraps around Shmee’s chest. “How’s that feel?”

           “Not bad,” Shmee replies, “it’s a good seat to watch everything anyway.”            Once everyone is ready, they head to the command room. All of the Resisty members are unsettled, muttering to each other and glancing at a planet being shown on the display. It’s busy, surrounded by satellites and ships coming and going. It’s completely gray with dark clouds drifting over certain areas.

           “Irk,” Kio grunts darkly.              

           “Wow,” Dib breathes while the others stare in awe.

           “Alright,” Kio says, facing everyone. “Here’s the plan. Fairly simple: we find Zim and get him back up here. Then we’ll come up with a plan for Carcas. But finding Zim is our first priority.”

           “And how do we do that?” Gaz asks.

           She detaches a small device with a screen from her belt. “Gir has a tracking system implanted in him so Zim can summon him whenever he wants and Gir can find him right away. I made a device that hones in on that tracking frequency in Zim’s PAK. It’ll lead us right to him.”            She puts the device back on her belt and grabs a small box from within her lab coat. Inside look like four ear devices.            

           “We’ll use these to remain in constant contact with each other,” Kio explains as she hands them out.            “Finally.” She grabs a slightly bigger case from her coat. Inside are four circular devices with large buttons in the middle. “These are cloaking disguises. You’ll recognize this technology from Tak. These ones are designed to make us look like Irkens. This is how we’ll move through Irk undetected. Attach them somewhere on your person and press the button.”

           Everyone grabs one and puts them on their belts before pushing the buttons. A light shimmers over each of them before they seemingly shrink down.                     “Whoa, cool!” Tenna exclaims while Devi and Johnny blink with bewilderment.

           The kids all look like Irkens, barely three feet tall and dressed in simple soldier uniforms. They look at each other and themselves with surprise.

           “Whoa, this is…” Squee mutters as he clenches and unclenches his hands, now with four fingers. “Trippy.”

           Nny kneels in front of him, grinning. “It’s kind of cute.”    

           He starts to wave his hand over Irken!Squee’s head, but knocks into humans!Squee’s chest. A light shimmers around him, revealing his real form for a second.

           “Careful,” Kio warns, “the hologram merely makes you look like an Irken. You will move like an Irken and see from an Irken’s point of view but you still retain your actual height. Any interference with the hologram may cause it to fail. So watch your heads.”

           “Noted,” Dib says as he tries to touch his antennae but bumps into his real stomach.

           “This is very impressive,” Skoodge comments, “so how are we getting down there?”            “You’ll be staying here, Skoodge,” Kio states, “along with Gir and Minimoose and Devi, Tenna, and Johnny. Your face is known on Irk, and we can’t risk drawing any attention to ourselves.”            “Are you saying we’d draw attention?” Johnny asks.

           “I mean, to honest, that’s fair,” Devi shrugs.

           “But to answer your question, Skoodge,” Kio says, “we’ll be taking an escape shuttle down to the surface. We’ll use the same shuttle to come back after we’ve found Zim.”            “Now then.” She activates her own cloaking disguise, portraying herself as an Irken. “Everyone ready?”

           “Yes,” the Battalion replies.        

           “Then let’s go,” Kio orders and leads the way to the escape shuttles in the side of the room.

           “We will remain in constant contact so keep us updated,” Lard Nar demands.

           “I promise,” Kio calls back as they climb into a shuttle. Everyone waves and wishes them good luck as the door closes.

           “Brace yourselves,” Kio warns as she activates the shuttle. It detaches from the ship and shoots off, straight for Irk.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #my art #my ocs

[ill-skillsgard]

Smoke & Money, Part 1 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Smoke & Money

Warning: 100% NSFW,  some drug use, swearing, sex/fetish/kink type situations.

Description: A young sex worker gets tangled in the dangerous web of a wealthy entrepreneur whose tastes push her past all of her known limits. 

A/N: This is the very first multi-chapter fic I ever did with Bill in it. I’ll be re-posting all of the parts again so I can re-do my masterlist. None of the reposted parts will not have Author’s Notes on it from here on. Thanks!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

I let a thick plume of smoke leave my lungs and sank back into the sofa in my small living room. The material of my cotton cardigan made a soft noise against the grey velour as I relaxed. It was my day off and I had chosen to spend it smoking weed and tidying my apartment until I grew tired of cleaning and decided to sit down.

My phone was on silent but I could see the screen flashing to life every couple of minutes with incoming e-mails. It had to have been a mixture of loyalty e-mails from boutiques, clients, and potential clients. It was my day off. I was not supposed to be looking at my phone at all. After having been accused of being a workaholic or a ‘phone-zombie’ I decided to take just one day out of the week to keep to myself. No clients. However, the more my phone flashed to life the more curious I started to get. After all, each client was more money in my pocket and ignoring that felt sacrilegious to my profession.

“Just let it slip from your mind,” I whispered to myself. I started to descend into a heavy haze, the marijuana taking its slow effect. It only took a few minutes before I forgot about my phone in favor of an old friend of mine- video games. My guilty pleasure. For a reason unknown to myself, I could never get enough video games. Trying to fit a gaming session into my schedule was a rarity, especially an uninterrupted one. I felt the slightest pang of shame whenever I really got into it. I imagined being an outsider, looking at myself- an adult woman screaming at a television screen, controller in hand. Whatever, I thought. Plenty of older people played video games. Sometimes I couldn’t escape the thought that I could be doing much more productive things but hey, it was my day off, like I said.

I let myself get lost in my game for at least an hour before I finally threw a glance over to my cell phone, just in time to see the screen light up once more with an e-mail notification. Sighing with defeat, I snatched up the phone and unlocked it to see what sort of mess of incoming messages I had been ignoring. Over 20 e-mails, a dozen texts from existing clients and even a missed call. I checked the missed call to make sure it wasn’t someone of importance. The number was unknown. I never answered unknown numbers. New clients always reached out via e-mail so I chalked it up to a telemarketing call. As I was going through my e-mails another one came in from an address I had never seen before. The subject line said, “1000 tonight.”

I snickered as I tapped the e-mail to open it. Often I had clients really play up their annual income. They made all sorts of promises of luxurious vacations, expensive nights out on the town, lots of money for many salacious acts but it was rare that I actually connected with someone who had real money to back their claims. My clients were typically middle-aged men with decent bank accounts, though nothing to fly out the door for. I had a few top-priority clients but they were usually just dinners and blowjobs. I forgave myself for being intrigued by the promise of a grand for one night. There was usually no harm in entertaining the wannabe high-rollers.

Below the concise subject line, the e-mail read,

I am offering a thousand dollars for a house call, tonight.

- B. S.

I couldn’t help but smirk. Such a bluntly worded e-mail with no details usually warranted a response.

A thousand dollars for one night? I assume you have a special request and dare I ask what that may be at such a steep price?

J.

I sent the e-mail off and leaned back against the back of the sofa. It wasn’t but five minutes later that I received a response from my new mysterious benefactor.

Just a submissive demeanor, please. Interested?

-B. S.

I did not hesitate to answer right away. Fuck a day off. If I could pull in a grand in one night I wouldn’t have to work again for another two weeks, however unlikely that would be.

I am interested. What is the address?

J.

Again there was hardly a wait time before I received another e-mail.

What is your address? I’ll send a car.

-B. S.

My mouth twisted in contemplation. This exchange could go one of two ways; If I disclosed my location to an unknown potential client I could get stalked by a psycho and it would be my own doing. I wouldn’t be able to go to the police because of my own shady circumstances and I couldn’t afford the protection from a bodyguard at this time. On the other hand, I could land myself a wealthy client and the risk would not outweigh the monetary gain. Between all of my thoughts and potential scenarios that mostly involved my death, I decided I would take the risk. I owned a few weapons that could be used in self-defense if it did come down to it. My line of work did come with certain workplace hazards. If not, score for me.

I sent one last e-mail containing my address and then sat back to wait.

If you have a dress, black stockings, and knee-length jacket, please wear it and no excessive jewelry. See you soon…

- B. S.

“Well… How very specific of you.” I said to myself.

I glanced at the TV screen and sighed once more. A day off, my ass. After turning off all of my electronics I went to my bedroom to begin changing while stealing peeks out of my bedroom window to see if a car pulled up. The street was quiet and slick with moisture. It had been trying to rain all day but only produced a fine mist which was just enough to coat the concrete. I slipped on a black dress that ended halfway down my upper thigh. I was in luck when it came to the client’s request because I had just bought a new jacket the previous Autumn. It was a trench-coat style jacket that buttoned up and had a matching belt to cinch the waist. It wasn’t precisely knee-length, but my petite stature never allowed for clothing to fit the way it was intended. The hem reached just above my shin, covering my knees entirely. Underneath the dress, I wore a sheer black garter belt that clipped on my matching stockings. It was a lingerie set I had splurged on recently instead of my go-to sex shop attire. The whole getup was probably everything expensive I owned which was not a lot. I had never been too keen on spending my money on clothing seeing as it usually ended up on someone’s floor anyway.

After getting dressed I looked out the window again but saw no car besides my neighbors’ vehicles which were parked along the street. I looked at my cellphone and saw that half an hour had passed. I cocked my head and considered that perhaps this was all just a ruse and nobody was actually coming to pick me up. With that thought now implanted in my head, I let out a puff of air that had been stifled in my lungs for far too long. If I wasted my time getting dressed just to be toyed with I would have some choice words for this Mr. B. S.

The more time ticked away the more I convinced myself that it had been too good to be true. I checked my makeup a dozen times, changed 4 different pairs of shoes and deeply considered whether I should bring a purse or not. By the time I made a decision I heard a car pull up. Shifting the curtain aside, I peered out towards the street and saw a sleek black BMW. The driver must have seen me looking out because the lights flashed to signal my attention.

“Oh shit.”

I suddenly felt rushed and everything that I had decided on was all of a sudden not good enough. I flitted about from room to room turning off the lights, checking my hair and makeup once more and making sure I had my keys with me. I stepped outside into the cool breeze, my heels making a distinct noise against the stone porch. I promptly locked the door and made my way down the steps toward the shiny black car. The driver’s side door opened and a man stepped out. He was tall and lean but with shoulders almost the size of a football players. The suit he wore was charcoal, fitted and expensive looking, exactly what you would expect someone’s chauffeur to look like these days.

“Ma'am,” he nodded his head and swung around to open the door to the backseat.

“Uh, thanks,” I said, returning the friendly nod.

The interior of the car was immaculate, almost as if nobody had ever been in it before. It smelled like money. I liked money but I also really liked being whisked away in luxury cars to unknown locations. I could only imagine it would be a beautiful house in the Northern end of town. By the direction the driver started off in, I felt I was right. Wordlessly I was driven further away from my quaint apartment through the districts and up towards the rich side of town. Finally, somebody with money wanted to meet with me. There was a certain sick, sexual prowess I felt knowing that a rich old man wanted to give me all sorts of money just to get him off.

Before I felt too cocky, I wondered to myself, what would it be that this man wants? What specific act did he want me to perform for him? Nine times out of ten the clients just wanted a strip-tease and a blowjob or just to fuck me from behind or have me ride them. It wasn’t the most glamorous of times either. I specifically hated when men insisted we do our business in their car. They were usually dirty, smelly, full of garbage or had a generally creepy vibe to it. I wondered what a man could want if he could offer a thousand dollars to a woman he had never met before and had only viewed a few select images online.

My head became clouded with thoughts and possibilities and before I knew it we were pulling onto a huge arc-shaped driveway that led up to a huge house with the biggest white double doors I had ever witnessed. Dark green pines jutted up all around, forming a shield that obscured a good look at the estate from the street. A lot of the houses around this area were similar in that way. All of the rich people wanted to live in the same neighborhood but none of them wanted to see each other’s wealth, at least not that close up. I suppose if I had made it my life’s work to collect cars, I wouldn’t want to see the person across the street with better ones than I had. I snickered to myself and earned a glance in the rear-view mirror by the driver.

“Here we are, Miss.”

I nodded, mouth contorting downwards in mock contempt. He and I both knew this was ridiculous, I could tell. The suited driver got out and opened the door for me. I thanked him again and stepped out of the car, heels crunching on gravel beneath me. I clutched my purse to my waist and waited, not wanting to waltz right in the front door. I half expected a butler to greet me but instead, the driver jogged up the long steps and opened the door for me.

“Oh okay guess I’m just going right on in then, huh?” I asked.

“Yes, ma'am. You’ll want the second door to your left, up the stairs.”

As I entered I marveled at the sheer size of the foyer however dimly lit it was. The rugs were all lush, foreign and perfectly suited to the colour of the walls which looked like a deep red. Paintings taller than me hung everywhere, all of lavishly dressed people looking well-groomed and scathingly debonair. It was nearly comical to me. Was this guy a member of royalty or did he just want his house to look like he was?

“Second door on the left.” I recited to myself as I went up the spiraling stairs. “Second door to your left at Hogwarts, don’t let the paintings misdirect you.”

Before I could stop tittering to myself I had reached the first landing that branched off east and west. Down the west wing was a corridor almost too long to see the end of with wall sconces illuminating the way. I counted six doors on one side and didn’t catch a good look at the other. Down the east wing, which was where I had been directed, the corridor was almost the same but took a turn instead. There was the first door and then I glanced further on to see the second. The door was open and a faint light cast a pyramid of light into the shadowy hall. I could see light curls of smoke floating out of the room only by the light as if the smell wasn’t obvious enough. It was a cigar and an expensive smelling one at that.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous when I started down the hall and stopped in front of the open door. Inside the ceilings cascaded upwards and a chandelier that could crush me twinkled sweetly in the night’s pale light. A huge canopy bed was staged on the farthest wall in between two towering windows. The drapes were drawn over one, huge swaths of royal blue cloth that hung from what looked to be wrought iron bars. The other window had the drapes drawn away so that the light of the moon came filtering through, setting a palpable atmosphere of mystery and dare I say, enchantment? The smoke was coming from the canopy bed but I could not see who the smoke was being produced by. All I could see was a pair of men’s shoes, a jar and a rag sitting in the middle of a carpet that was roughly the size of my entire apartment. I cocked my head at the scene before me.

“Hello.” A rather young sounding voice said to me.

“Um, hello, whoever you are? I’m J. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Pleasure is mine.”

The combustion of a match illuminated his face very briefly as he relit his cigar. Before I could get a good look at his face, he waved the flame out. I heard him puffing away on the cigar and then a long white hand reached from the shadow to drop the burnt out match amongst a pile of others in a crystal ashtray. The man’s fingers were long and elegant. He definitely wasn’t an old guy like I had predicted.

“What would you have of me, sir?”

There was a long pause and then an exhalation of smoke and a sniffle. My eyes strained to adjust in the dimness of the room.

“You see the shoes?” He asked me.

“Yes.”

“Polish them.”

I glanced at the shoes then back up at the shapeless voice I was communicating with. I heard the rustle of sheets as he must have been getting himself comfortable.

So many thoughts were going through my mind all at once that it almost took me too long to answer. I could have gone with the obvious things to reply with or I could try something different. Suddenly I regretted smoking all that weed earlier back at my apartment.  There were too many things to say. Too many ways I could fuck this up. What if I said the wrong thing and he decided he didn’t want to pay me? Fuck. I had totally forgotten to tell somebody where I was going in case this guy did turn out to be some psycho murderer.

I could refuse, claiming I was not a maid-service but then he had also requested that I remain submissive. That narrowed down my options a little bit. A thousand dollars was too much to pass up and if all he wanted was for somebody to clean his shoes, Hell, I’d have polished a dozen pairs at that rate.

“Well?” He said after clearing his throat.

Without saying anything, I set my purse on the ground and took a few steps towards the shoes. They were leather and expensive looking ones at that. I would put money on them being worth more than my monthly rent payment. Beside them was a soft rag that looked like it had never been used before. Next to it was a black jar of shoe polish. I knew I had minimal time to think so I dropped to my knees and picked up the cloth. It felt so soft on my skin that I almost wanted to hold it to my face. I resisted the urge and dropped the rag in my lap as I opened the jar of polish. The scent of it filled my nose with artificial leather.

I was still in my long jacket as he requested.

So what am I just going to like, polish your shoes for you? What am I dressed up as? Wouldn’t it have been the obvious choice to pick a maid’s outfit? I feel like I’m over-dressed for this… task? What about this has any sexual connotations anyway? Fuck… It’s a thousand bucks. A thousand. Fucking. Dollars. Pick up the rag and get going.

Dipping the corner of the rag into the shoe polish, I began. At first, I heard nothing at all but the quietest shuffling of cotton against leather, not even the sound of his lips drawing on the cigar. I started with the toe of the shoe. The whole thing had to have been the length of my forearm. With the rag tucked around my fingers I applied the polish in swift little circles all over, buffing until the polish disappeared into the leather, leaving it glistening. I worked my way down and around making sure to be diligent, checking my posture and breathing and trying to forget the fact that a man was somehow getting off to me doing this. Or maybe he wasn’t at all. I could hear nothing.

“Good. Take your jacket off.” He finally said after what seemed like ages of me shining.

I nodded curtly in response and put down the rag, careful not to let the side with polish on it touch the carpet. I unbuttoned my coat and shrugged it off my shoulders so that it fell down around me in a pile. I promptly picked up the rag, the shoe and again began drawing small circles on top of circles.

The bed began to move as he shifted, perhaps to come closer. I was almost afraid to look up from my work. What was I going to see? What would he allow me to see? Was he handsome? Did he have a deformity? I wondered what expression he had on his face. I wondered if he had his cock in his hand. No… you could always hear them beating off… He was simply watching me.

After a while, my arm began to ache so I switched hands. The beginnings of a sweat started to break on my body. I wanted to be thorough and mindful of what I was doing but in reality, I had no clue how long he wanted me to take or if I was doing a good job or if he even cared what kind of job I did on them. All I knew was there was a rich man watching me and the room was filled with the strong earthy scent of cigar smoke. During the time I took dipping my clothed finger in the jar of polish and applying it to the fine leather I heard the tinkling of a glass as well.

Smoking and drinking and watching me. Watching me shine his shoes.

Once I felt I had gone on long enough polishing the left shoe, I moved on to the right shoe. My pulse quickened as I set it down. Was that good enough? Did I take enough time for his liking? Why won’t he say a thing?

I tried not to over-think it, lest I start setting myself into a panic. I just kept having to repeat in my head… One thousand. Fucking. Dollars.

The second shoe took even longer than the first. Nobody could say that I didn’t make those shoes shine. Even though the room was dark, I managed to do what I thought was enough. I traced the contours of the fine shoes over and over until they shone like mirrors.

I almost forgot that the man was there. For a moment my mind drifted away as it usually did whenever I performed some daunting, repetitive task. Drawing circles upon circles upon circles. Giving blowjobs. Up and down and around and up and down, down, down until I couldn’t go down any more then back up. The more repetition, the number I became, which was really a gift in my line of work.

He cleared his throat.

“Your money is on the table.”

Without opening my mouth to say anything, I stopped what I was doing and set the shoe and rag down once more and for the last time that night.

Without appearing too desperate to leave, I rose, collected my jacket and purse and turned back towards the canopy bed. The four posts spiraled like great spears thrusting upwards, festooned with sheets of silk. In the moonlight, it was hard to tell exactly what colour the silks were but if I were to take a guess I would have said they were the colour of Chardonnay. The whole room was filled with beautifully kept antique woods. A wooden armoire, a wooden bureau, the wooden bed, an antique chair.

“Right there, on the table.”

I turned around and saw the table he spoke of. There was a brass plate with a wad of cash on it all folded with a silver clip. I was almost hesitant to take it but I did and for a moment I just stared at it. All fifty dollar notes. Did I count it in front of him? It was my personal habit to count my money in front of the client to assure they didn’t pull any fast moves. I doubted this would be a welcome time to continue in my routine of checking. I trusted him for some reason.

“Thank you Miss J, you may leave now.”

With that, I gave a small curtsy, smiled towards the darkness he was shrouded within and turned to leave exactly the way I had come in. When I entered the hall I had forgotten what it was like to breath clean air. His room was filled with so much smoke I could smell it on my jacket and we were more than ten feet apart for the duration of our transaction.

I clutched the money in my hand almost as if someone was going to take it from me. I had often heard of some girls scoring big with rich men for doing some strange non-sexual things but this had to have been a new record. Not even half an hour and I had come away with almost enough money for rent. Or a little shopping spree. But probably rent.

I was driven back home in the exact same manner that I was picked up. I exchanged short pleasantries with the driver and once I was home he opened the car door for me again. The BMW stayed where it was until I unlocked my apartment door and stepped inside.

“Well, that was nice,” I said to myself after I shut and locked the door, shoving my hand into the pocket I had stashed my night’s earnings in.

I gave it the count and confirmed it was definitely a thousand REAL dollars.

What the fuck? How the fuck? Who was that and why?

For the remainder of the evening I laid in bed and stared at the mountain of fifty dollar bills on my bedside table and I was finally able to truly take my attention off of my phone. There would be no need for me to pick up any clients for a while beside what I already had scheduled. Fucking. Score. No blowjobs for at least a week.

In a weird way, the easy money sort of tainted me for a while and I didn’t want to meet up with anybody. It wasn’t like I had actual obligations to anyone but when I declined to meet up with an older client of mine the following day I surprised even myself. I did take pride in my availability and it showed by the level of satisfaction my clients had with me but I had the means of shrugging off a job here and there which was not a normal feeling.

I had been doing sex work for a while to make money on the side of a full-time job. It wasn’t ideal but it was something that I found easy, fun and profitable. The more I did it the more I liked it so I kept doing it to pay off debts and to get myself out of the really shitty end of town to a not-so-shitty part. Nothing relatively close to the place my new rich client lived but still, a lot better.

I dreamed about that massive house a lot in the days to come. Always in these dreams, I was barefoot, walking up the stairs and down the east wing to his smoky room. He was encased in shadows as I remembered him. The silk sashes from the canopy bed swirled salaciously over the wood and down to the ground where my feet were planted. Snakes of soft fabric slithered across the carpet, curling around my ankles as he watched me from his bed. That was where the dream always ended.

Days came and went and so did the money I earned. It wasn’t long before I was picking up clients again. One particular client of mine was named Frederick and he was one of my preferred clients because he had the decency to bring me to a nice hotel for the few hours every time we met. He also paid me first because we had gained a level of trust.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t see you earlier this week. I wasn’t feeling well that night.” I lied to him as I slipped off my leather gloves.

“Nonsense my dear. I can’t always expect to have beautiful women at my every beck and call.”

Well I mean, for the right price you could.

“Don’t worry yourself about it, dear. Just allow me to think that I am your favourite and all is forgiven.”

I smiled. Frederick truly was a gentleman to me. A gentleman that liked to get fucked in the ass with a nine-inch dildo  "Alright Romeo, get on your knees and tell my big black cock how much you missed it.“

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[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my Soul - 3

Prompt: Three items to intergrate: Purple, Art Installation, and Crazy by Gnarles Barkley (passages shown as blockquotes). Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Angst x a lot, references to violence, criminal activities, dislike of modern art, abduction, swearing...maybe other stuff too... A/N: It’s the Loki we know, but he’s made himself a home on Earth, curating an impressive collection of valuables from across the universe – all for himself and the fame he finds despite the New York incident.

Crazy

The next day, you’d been sore. Cold into the bones in a way that no hot showers or mugs of tea could purge because it wasn’t just physical. The “visit” and events at Loki’s manor had been bad enough. You hadn’t needed him showing up in your room, your home, only for you to want him so shamelessly as you had to the point where you’d begged for him without a care of what might happen. But in the harsh light of day, it scared you shitless how easily you’d given in.

I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place

That’s when you made the decision.

Taking the pendant, you’d placed it in a box with a note telling him you didn’t want to play his games. It had smarted when you slid the lid on, hiding the gleaming eye from view to be wrapped up in brown paper, tape, and a hastily scribbled address. The same day you sent it, you sold the little apartment and took refuge in the safehouse where you hopefully could plot your next steps in safety.

Hopefully.

It was tempting to keep running until you’d reached the other side of the earth where no one would know you and you could start over, pretending to be someone else. But each time you considered the idea, the chill would stir in your bones, reminding you just how quickly he’d found you. No. It wouldn’t help to run, because how could you hide from a magic-wielding extra-terrestrial? Even across the ocean, it’d just be a matter of time before he’d find you if that’s what he wanted…and you’d have no way to stand your ground. Whenever you got to this point in your internal ramblings, you’d hear his voice seething with anger at the idea that he might take you against your will. Oddly…you believed that, at least. Maybe it was the memory of the blow sending you skidding across the gleaming floor in his home?

That hadn’t been his magic. Watching yourself in the mirror, the decision made itself for you, and over the next days you snuck out to pick up the equipment you needed, making sure to stay away from your usual haunts.

You spend months staying indoors as much as possible, the time used on online studies and all the training you could accomplish within the safety of the walls of your home. And why not? The last few jobs had lined the coffers plenty and you had no interest in drawing attention to yourself or your hiding hole.

So the instructional videos kept rolling as you mimicked the movements and stances, soon discarding the padding on the dummies and the gloves because you knew none of the pretence would steel you for the real deal. Hands and wrists bruised after the thousands of impacts with the hard material, your ankles had twisted on more than one occasion, adding a limp to your normally cat-like movements.

…

A person can only stay cooped up due to external influences for so long before they begin to feel a prisoner in their own home. Pacing the concrete floors, there’s no joy to find in the sheltered place because you need to breathe freely again, need to navigate the bustle of the city and be a part of it rather than simply watching from the outside. And you need a challenge. Money’s not run out yet, but it’s getting closer which tempts you to pick your old contacts for a connection. A job that entails more than just making a plan based on information other people have provided that they too will be the ones to pull off. And of course the perfect temptation’s waiting for you…there’s just one hiccup…

And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That’s my only advice

…

Gliding through the crowd like liquid purple, it takes little effort to make it to the place in the gallery where the object’s hanging. Art, fart. The artist is more than famous throughout the world, but most of his works contain less meaning than the concrete of the building…although you find the huge legume-seed childishly entertaining with the warped reflections. These installations? Huge discs with various colours, sculptures any Freudian psychologists would celebrate, and splashes of bloodred on shredded and pulled canvasses that makes you think of hospitals and pain. You can’t help the scoff that escapes you.

“Not to your liking?” The smooth voice curls around you like a snake.

There’s no reason to look for the speaker because only one person is capable of scaring and arousing you with a simple sentence. Not this time. Without an answer, you leave Loki standing before the black void of a concave, the rustle of the silk dress soothing your nerves only slightly.

You’ve seen what you need to formulate a plan, shocked at the lax in security at the private gallery where works regularly are auctioned off to the rich crowd, the ones who always are eager to seem like they live the perfect life when in reality theirs suck just as badly as anyone else’s…it’s just nicer to cry in an Aston Martin. With a notoriety like that, it isn’t a surprise that Loki’s around even though you’d hoped to be lucky because modern art isn’t anywhere to be seen in his collection.

He corners you at the wardrobe, of course. Why had you decided to check in your coat? Right, you weren’t allowed to carry it with you…maybe they thought people would sneak out a one and-a-half meter in diameter art installation under the trench coat. Either way, you just have time to consider leaving the piece of clothing behind when the cool of his presence envelops you, sweetly familiar yet frighteningly so.

“[Y/N]…”

There’s a pained edge to his voice that makes the air stick in your throat and your hands shake when you accept the coat from the attendant who’s blissfully unaware of the severity of the situation. Just a few words, a plea for help, and you’d be safe from the Asgardian. For a while. The admission carries dread, drenching you in silent resignation from its wake. Not giving in, though, and you pull the coat on before turning, striding past the tall man who’s dressed in his signature black and green.

Cold air fills your lungs and shimmies up your bare legs. Already, a cab’s waiting by the curb hoping for a fare and maybe a fat tip considering the visitors to the gallery behind you. Voicelessly, you slip in, collecting the purple fabric before closing the door. Only then do you urge him to drive, the destiny’s a fancy hotel.

As the engine rumbles, propelling the car onto the road and through the checkered pattern of the city while you see absolutely nothing of the scenery, too engulfed in your thoughts. You’re supposed to be plotting now, conjuring up the elegant plans ensuring you not just access to, but also an exit route with, the prize that will land you a fat paycheck…still, the task is jarring as every thought is disrupted by the echo of Loki’s voice and the haunting glimpse you’d seen of his face.

Not my bloody problem! Groaning silently, your head lolls onto the headrest beside yours. So what, if the man’s looking haggard? An obsession burning in his eyes that’s nearly drowned out by a pain you don’t want to recognize because if you do, you’ll know how badly off you are too. Fuck. Everything would’ve been simpler if you’d never decided to rob the God of Mischief, but here you are and it was only your logic telling you to run.

Here we are.

Here we are?

Sitting up straight, you study the world outside the cab with big eyes, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists in your lap. You aren’t on the way to the hotel, you’re not even anywhere near the neighbourhood you’d planned for but rather in an area with rich brick houses spread wide enough to hide on lawns surrounded by bushes and trees, the only official access points being the gated driveways. Just as you reach for the door handle, the car bumps over the softened curb and pushes a puff of stale air past your trembling lips, but the door’s locked and the driver ignores your frantic pleas when you urge him to let you out, to let you go. Anything but bringing you to Loki’s manor looming ahead in the dark.

Your struggle continues when the car door finally opens to allow a couple of burly private guards to reach for you. Fuck, are you happy you’ve spent all that time training martial arts and self defense…but in the end, there’s nothing you can do against these bundles of muscle and you’re dragged through the house up to the top floor where you’re deposited in a bedroom.

Ever since I was little it looked like fun And it's no coincidence I've come And I can die when I'm done

Dishevelled and afraid, you scream yourself hoarse while pounding at the door, only interrupted when you try to unlock windows with the few tools you’d snug along in the purse, but nothing helps, and you sink onto the blackness on the giant bed. No tears. Fighting back the desperation, you take in the surroundings, noting the wall-to-wall wardrobe covered in mirrors which makes the room seem grander than it is. Not that it needs extra square meters added to the endless moss-green carpet that’s the resting place for furniture of honeyed wood and leather. Pillows of the signature green silk are tastefully tossed onto a low, soft bench by the window and next to you on the bed, echoing the shade across the floor. There’s another door, nearly invisibly carved into the wall, which brings a shimmer of hope back into your heart only to be smothered when all it turns out to be is a private bathroom.

…

You’ve gone through every nook and cranny the two rooms in search of a way to get out. After that, you’ve spent some time simply nosing about to learn more about the god before eventually taking care of your appearance. The way you see it, you might as well appear on top on the situation if you’re going to have to talk yourself out of this mess…if Loki can be reasoned with, that is.

Regardless, your heart lodges itself in your throat at the sound of a key in the lock. Refusing to turn, there’s only the warped reflection in the window to prove that it really is him, your captor, that enters and relocks the door, adding a golden shimmer to the mechanism with a wave of his hand. Not a word’s uttered as he discards the suit jacket and then the tie onto a chair by the wardrobe.

The heavy sigh rattles you to your core. “I’m sorry for this, [Y/N].” Glancing briefly, you see how he runs a hand over his face, rubbing the tired eyes momentarily. “I can only imagine what you must think of me, truly…but I need you to hear me out, alright?”

It’s not like you have a choice, really, and this conversation has started nothing like you’d expected. “Then talk.”

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[kindabraveandlittlestupid]

Fantasy Vacations

I took some time to think about the fictional places I love to visit; either to go to school, drink, dance, party, read books, swing a sword or simply just explore the local culture. Below you will find 47 of the best must-visit fictional locations (according to me) and some reasons why I would love to go there. Don’t take this to serious it's all written for shits and giggles. Let me know if I made any mistakes or if you have any late additions and thanks for reading.

Regards, Michael California

Alpha The City of a Thousand Planets

Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets did not do well in the theaters, to say the least, it was poor casting choices that sunk it. However, the opening of the movie with ‘Alpha’ growing in mass starting off as the original International Space Station and adding alien visitors over time before becoming a massive city in space was a pretty cool concept and scene to watch to the music of David Bowie. With 3,236 unique species on board, there is a real chance you could live there your whole life and still not meet every kind of alien life form. Who wouldn't want to live in a hub of alien cross-cultural?

Arrakis

The “Spice Must Flow” and “Fear Is The Mind Killer”. Arrakis and the book Dune, which is celebrated in Scifi much the same way Tolkien is celebrated in Fantasy, is a sand world with giant worms, a scarcity in water and a world in the center of political conflict all in the name of Spice, a mind/body-altering drug that extends life and allows space travel. Arakis is hardly a place you would want to go on holiday but you go to a place like this for cultural depth of the Fremen people and if you’re lucky, ride on the back of a Sandworm. Which frankly is good enough for me. Please note consumption of spice may turn your eyes blue.

Asgard

A city of gold floating in the heavens and home to literal gods? Asgard has a lot to offer in the way Norse Culture and would be my kind of place to visit. It’s one of a few vacation spots on this list that might be considered a utopia even if you're under a Mythical Monarchy; a balance between a combat culture, art, music, literature, rowdy partying and it also happens to be the center of the Nine Realms giving you access to the other worlds to explore. I suppose the greatest feature (despite the golden architecture) is the flat slab that holds itself in space and defying science and reason. This is about the only place Flat-Earthers would be correct (save the Disc World which is another flat earth on the backs of elephants on the back of a planet-sized turtle which makes about as much sense as Flat-Earth Science). 

Atlantis

I had to make a tough choice between the DC Atlantis and the Stargate Atlantis. Considering I can't breathe underwater and I already have the Themyscira from Wonder Woman and Rapture from Bioshock I opted for Atlantis from Stargate. This vacation spot is at best a weekend trip with mostly the same alien architecture to see but with the Stargate being in the middle of the facility it perhaps opens THE most options for day trips to various alien worlds across the universe, even more so then Asgard with the nine realms. So it makes it onto my list.

Bay City

Only once I started writing this list did I find that there is a lot of sci-fi love for New York City and San Francisco (I imagine Tokyo would also make the top 5). The show Altered Carbon takes place in a city called Bay City which is San Francisco unless someone else built another Golden Gate Bridge and covered it with shipping container apartments (cool concept). This city is all about vice and digital pleasures much the same way Future LA is in Blade Runner. Despite having its gritty side this place no doubt has a lot to offer in regards to a nightlife and what I hope is a great selection of food. Just let me pull on my long black leather trench coat with neon trim.

Canto Bight

A clever ‘twist’ the Tattooine trope from Star Wars is Canto Bight. Basically suggesting crime doesn't always start from the bottom up but sometimes the top down. While this whole part of the story was literally pointless to plot and outcome of the Last Jedi, I can appreciate another location being added to the vast universe (had it not been cut back by the idiots at Disney). Point is it’s a lavish location with gambling and ritzy living so long as you don't peel back the finish and realize it is basically built on slave labor. Oh, Capitalism.

Castle Black

While Castle Black is basically filled with bastards, volunteers, and criminals it makes a pretty good metaphor for aimless people joining the military. Only your enlistment is forever, you're stationed next to an ice wall and on the other side of that wall is ice hillbillies and nightmares. I do actually like some seclusion for some holidays and this works well if I take a bunch of books and mead and spend 3 months reading by a fire while doing some sword practice in the yard with the Crows. Sounds kind of peaceful and I might get to pee off the wall.

Citadel

Yet another superstructure in space shared by multiple species. The Citadel caught many gamers imagination both being a massive space city but also the seat of power between the various sentient species in Mass Effect. The Citadel (like most future cities) has its extreme highs (wealth and luxury) and deep lows (poverty and criminal underworlds). Granted its criminal world is nowhere near Omega’s level of corruption but if Canto Bight showed us anything is corruption can start from the top. The real reason to go here is to party the nights away and drink a bunch, kind of like Singapore and like Singapore, after a week you pretty much hit all the hot spots and ready to move on.

Cloud City

Cloud City for me isn't THAT exciting to go by myself but with my significant other for either honeymoon or weekend getaway? It perhaps can a nice place to relax, stay in a comfortable room, go on long walks, enjoy nice meals and take cloud tours flying around the gas giant and seeing the massive vapor plumes. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?

Columbia

Columbia is a proper steampunk sky city which is nothing short of elegant, beautiful and a marvel in itself. I always wondered how people breathed so high up but that's far from the only concern if you visit a city like this. Behind the vale of beauty is a hyper-religious society, fascism, and racism all hanging in the heavens like some sort of GOP paradise where anyone non-white is kinda screwed. If we managed to cut out the lingering problems of Conservatism in Columbia, this place would be a paradise! Just watch your step its a long way down and railings are only hip high.

Coruscant Jedi Temple

The Jedi Temple, Hogwarts, Highland Mountain, and Kamar Taj all represent a kind of school/academy. An I might make another list of fictional educational institutes we all wish we could sign up for later but as of right now we are on vacation and the Coruscant Jedi Temple has much the same appeal as Castle Black with books to read and swordplay in the afternoon and peeing off one of the spires (preferably off the middle one where the Jedi Council convenes). Naturally, I have also the whole planet to explore but spending time with mystical philosophical laser sword wielding space mages sounds like a pretty unforgettable encounter.

Diagon Alley

Presently the shortest visit on the list, Diagon Alley is pretty much a long street of shops for people to get their magic on. I do enjoy some window shopping and strange old things but really we are here to get spells and wands no? I can't imagine being here more than a few hours but I can see Diagon needing multiple visits because you are bound to miss something and need to make a second trip to fucking find it. 

Diamond City

I was split between Diamond City and Megaton as two fallout locations to add to my list. Ultimately living next to a nuclear bomb drove me away from Megaton and living in a baseball field turned fortress appealed to me. I love the care put into the creation of this city by Bethesda, I know I give them a hard time for their multiplayer and money grabbing for mods but the effort put into Diamond City makes it seem like a viable and logical settlement in the Fallout Universe... hell I am thinking about playing that game now after writing this. Oh, what is there to do here? Not much save eat and drink and pee off one of the front walls on some Super Mutants.

L.A. 2049

Where Bay City was full of sexy holograms, L.A. 2049 is full of sexy synthetics. Really though this setting really established the idea of Cyberpunk for a lot of people and have one of the early images of vast American cities being pushed closer together and then reaching towards the sky. Like so many other settings it's overcrowded and has its dark side but dark sided cities tend to have some interesting nightlife and like Bay City you can probably do a lot with your time and money assuming you have a lot of both.

Gotham City

You can probably get more out of Future LA or Bay City then you could from Gotham which is why I won't be trying to sell you on the city. I hear they have a big crime problem and lots of people dressing up as bats. Don’t get me started on this Police zeppelins humming around and shining a spotlight through your window at 2 AM. No, you went to go to the Ice Berg Lounge for some late night Jazz, catch Haly’s Circus when it comes through town, and visit the various museums across the city. Just don’t take any shortcuts and if at all possible pay for a driver to take you around the city, the locals know which areas are safe.

Highland Mountain

I imagine many of you are thinking “What is Highland Mountain?” and I am glad you asked inquisitive Tumblrs. Highland Mountian is the secret location for the Spartan-II program on the Planet Reach. In other words, this is where Master Chief had his survival training and general training to become a Spartan. If you’re still not with me it's from the video game Halo. Like the Jedi Temple it is more fun to be trained here but as a vacation option, I like camping with some Spartans and roughing it on the frosty mountains in some power armor playing war games. It’s like paintball with soldiers if the soldiers were 7 feet tall and flip over a tank with their bare hands.

Hogsmeade

A cozy little-frozen town in Britain called Hogsmeade is basically the main settlement of non-muggles beyond Hogwarts or so Wikipedia tells me. It’s a magical town and has lots to offer in the way of shopping much like Diagon Alley. The benefit of this community is that it is a community; bars, library, shops, restaurants, and more can be found here. Good for a romantic getaway or even raising your kids and making Snowmen during the winter. What else is there to say?

Hogwarts

Say what you will but I imagine Hogwarts might take one of the top 5 places people would love to see. It’s magical, hidden, filled with secrets and a rich history to get emerged into. Despite being just the right age when these books first came out (I was like 12 or 13), I still have not read them (I know... I deserve your ire). Truth is we all kinda wish we could go to school there, personally, I can see myself just reading all the time and experimenting with magic 24/7. I can only imagine how much trouble I might get in with spells/potions going wrong.

Jurassic Park

Not exactly a good track record for Jurassic Park but quite honestly the people overseeing this parks (in regards to the movies) despite being the most brilliant minds in their fields appear to be inept over and over again, as bad as the Sticky Bandits from Home Alone. Beyond that point, a day vacation with the family to Jurassic Park would be amazing and perhaps something we would indulge in every couple of years. Easy to imagine the kids losing their fucking mind over Dinosaurs but then again so would I.

Kaer Morhen

Hard stretch to call Kaer Morhen a school mostly because the students are all old men already trained to kill monsters. This is less about vacationing at this castle and more about living there and fixing up the place. Really, I feel like its the perfect little slice of Scandinavian land to build a long-term residence at. If I was to stay here as vacation spot pretty much reach Castle Black again and repeat without the wall and white walkers.

Kamar Taj

Another school of magic where Dr. Strange learned his abilities along with many other students of magic. I appreciate the seclusion of it. Kind of a Castle Black feels with a pinch of Hogwarts. Like the Jedi Academy, the ‘students’ here are very much adults and there is an appeal to that considering I am 32 now.

King’s Landing

Really though King’s Landing pretty much only works as a vacation spot if you are A) staying at the Red Keep and B) having a bachelor party to enjoy the brothels. Not that any of us would do that sort of thing...

Labyrinth

You can either assume this trip will take a few days or a few months. I like the Labyrinth for the same reasons I love Myst and Wonderland. A strange world and I love a good puzzle. Not sure how I feel about the Goblin King and his junk in spandex... I mean I don’t want to rain on his parade but I think I might do the maze in reverse instead of seeing him do his “Dance Magic Dance” in his castle with his junk in my face. No issues here if you’re a gay guy or straight girl that would love King Bowie to do that to you.

Mother’s Cradle

In a world where machines have taken over and humanity had been regressed to primitive tribes, Mother’s Cradle is a secluded valley of protection and nature. If you ever played Horizon Zero Dawn, you can see how peaceful that place is and could easily imagine building a home there and living off the land. I enjoy city living the most but even I can't resist Mother’s Cradle and the community that lives there.

Myst

Who doesn't love a good puzzle? Like the Labyrinth, this place is all about sharpening your wits and solving the puzzles in the world of Myst. I would suggest above all other things take a notebook with you because some things need to be written down. Did I mention it has multiple words you teleport too by opening a book.

New New York

I always wondered why the waterline in New New York in the Fifth Element is so low, really wish someone would explain that to me. Anyways it's better than Waterworld and its good to see the big apple become so large that it absorbed New Jersey. Like most big cities the nightlife would be awesome but why I really want to go here is for the fast food and flights to other planets. I won't lie the uniforms in the future are all about dressing to impress the customers and that's kinda hot. Looking at you McDonalds Girls from 2263AD

New Vegas

It’s like the Wild West with gambling, mutants, robots, and atomic weapons. You already know Fallout from Diamond city but New Vegas brings its own charm with the gambling scene. I imagine the Sin City is still very sinful and perhaps more violent. You can get into a lot of fun trouble here and who wouldn't want too. It’s Vegas!

Omega

If you were to combine the Citadel with New Vegas then Omega would be the outcome. This mining colony/way station is where crime comes to make a name for itself. The various Mass Effect species can be found within and most of them fight for territories inside its walls. It’s the sins you come from for like gambling, drinking, dancing, fucking, and fighting that make Omega so great. Don’t worry do you don't need to indulge in them all.

Pandora

Camping may not be an option in Pandora for humans but with some extra suspension of belief that you can either breath the air without it being toxic or perhaps have a Na’vi body waiting for you. The wildness of Pandora appeals to the hiker in me. I would want to climb the trees and the floating mountains, fly a wild beast or ride a wild horse in this world. The bioluminescence of the world draws me to explore it at night even with the predators lurking about.

Rapture

From my understanding, Rapture throws a hell of a New Years party. Such a crazy party that it turned into a revolution but that's a different issue altogether. The city under the sea makes my list as a more desirable alternative to that of Atlantis with me lacking gill and all that. Like Tomorrowland, this city is driven by progress and is a libertarians wet dream that is until you realize there are always people looking to take power and that being a Libertarian Society is a fantasy.

Risa

This might be the #1 vacation spot on this list because the whole damn world is about fulfilling desires and vacationing. Want to hide away and read a book? Go for it. Massages all day? No problem. Walk out into the ocean and find a boat serving sushi? Apparently, that's a thing from a Star Trek episode. It’s paradise and with their weather controls, there is never a cloudy day at their beaches. Doesn't hurt Risa women are all basically supermodels.

Rivendell

Rivendell, yet another peaceful refuge away from the harsh world. I can imagine this place having comfortable rooms and library somewhere to read. Granted I can't read elvish so I hope they have some proper English books among their shelves. If I do get bored I imagine hiking/climbing the surrounding cliffs and forest might be an option. I am sure I will piss of some elves exploring their hideaway.

San Fransokyo

Not the first movie to combine cities into something new. I admit I do love the like the new look of San Francisco and how it makes the world of big hero six feel. I think what makes me want to see this city so much is their altered architecture and more importantly the food that comes with this deep blend of Western/Asian culture. The sushi, the Kobe burgers, and literally everything else is gonna be leaps and bounds better then either city did on their own.

Skellige

There is no party like Skellige Party! Not true Asgard might throw down hard with this Nordic Pirate/Fishing community of the northern islands. Basically, the number one reason to go here is to drink or go to a royal party where you feast, fight, fuck, and drink some more. Don’t think that men have a run at the place, Skellige woman can fuck you up if you don't treat them right. Consider this a helpful PSA.

Skyrim

Truth be told if Skyrim (was to scale) of the real world, it's not a very big province or even plot of land. Think about how fast you can run from one side of the map to the other? What 15? 20 minutes at the most? That's why I kept this location as a broad vacation spot because the keeps aren't THAT big but each one has enough charm that it justifies you visiting them all and get a taste for each unique area. Like Kaer Morhen this place is all about settling down and making a life for yourself. Hell, you could pick flowers all day and sell that to shop and make that your living. Not saying you should make that your career but you could.

Starfleet

The third and final nod to San Francisco on this list (told you they got a lot of love). I always found it interesting that Gene Roddenberry would establish the federation in San Francisco. I might look that up but with the options of London, New York, Washington, and other locations making just as much since he still settled on SF as the home base for Star Fleet. Anyways I wanna go to school here because you know... space travel, alien babes, seeing new worlds and all that jazz.

Stark Tower

There is no doubt the Stark Tower has a stocked fridge, great food, killer view of the city, and a fully automated AI to improve your day (even if she is watching you shower). The fun of Stark Tower requires one thing and that is for you to invite people to come to a killer party on these top floors. I think we can all agree once you have the party rolling that it will likely go to the break of dawn.

Stormwind

I have no strong Allegiance Alliance or Horde one way or the other. Truth be told I play Warcraft 3 and then stopped never getting into WoW. I suppose the draw of fantasy species pulls me here much the same way it pulls me towards Lord of the Rings. I imagine if you find the might pub you can have a good time but the places of magic will have good books. I suppose I could wander into the forest and bath in a Moonwell and hope for a chance encounter with the Night Elves.

The Shire

It doesn't take much to imagine that food-based holidays are a big hit with hobbits. So if I was to vacation here Thanksgiving (assuming they celebrated it) or something like it would be the time to visit. Eating, dancing, drinking, and fireworks. Yes, I realize I would be a giant among them and hit my head but I am ok all the same staying in their small community.

Themyscira

Clearly, a theme in some of these hypothetical visits is to meet hot girls. On one hand, I should know better than to post such things because admitting anything like that on Tumblr is slightly sacrilege but you know what fuck that I want to go to an island full of beautiful strong independent women dammit. I don’t mind strong woman, I don't mind a matriarchy society and I don't mind admitting that I like looking at a beautiful woman and I wouldn't mind making love to Amazonian beauties on their beaches. So sue me! I fucking love women.

Thessia

Read the Themyscira post above. Same thing. Only they are a blue alien woman named Asari and apparently they can do something like a “Vulcan Mind Meld” in the bedroom. Sexy.

Tomorrowland

As someone who’s always wondered what society MIGHT be like without religion and uninhibited society focused on knowledge over profit and power, Tomorrowland is an expression of that or at least what I hope it would be like. This is the sort of place you to be impressed by the technology and the marvels of invention. I can imagine flying around a jetpack, experiencing new depths to virtual reality, zero gravity chambers, teleportation and pretty much every other sci-fi invention you can dream up will likely be found here. Hell, I don’t want to visit the world of Tomorrow I want to live there.

New Tristram

Probably the worst place to visit on my list with all the undead and demons and all that. I can't help but find Tristram a little enchanting with the Gothic Ruins and struggle that is found there. Diablo (the game) has a habit of having building look small on the outside big on the inside which is fine. I personally would like to wander into the layers below and crawl through those dungeons and collect loot. I am not sure if this is still a vacation or some sort of video game fantasy I like to live out.

Tron City

Tron City pretty much feels like nighttime 24/7 but with the arena combat, the races, and the high rise clubs. Its hard not admit there is something exciting about being on the grid. I personally love to derezz myself and spend a few weeks in the world of Tron and maybe bring back Siren or two.

Wakanda

Birnin Zana is the capital of Wakanda and that is what you see in the picture just in case you didn't know that fun fact. The city itself draws me with lots of things; food, music, culture, technology, and architecture. I medium of all things I imagine my stay could be a week or two before I seen everything I care to see. I can imagine (while not really suggested in the movie) that there is a great nightlife here and very engaged community.

Winterfell

Yet another getaway to swing swords, practice archery, read books and ride horses. Winterfell (despite being apparently the middle of nowhere) is the kind of keep I would love to live in. Not by myself mind you but with a community of people upkeeping the keep. Its a good balance of community and seclusion to read my books. Sansa Stark can keep me company under the animal skins. 

Wonderland

Wonderland, you go for the Tea Parties and you stay for the Mushrooms. Pretty much a long acid trip, Wonderland gives you the excuse to bend your mind and alter your perception on reality while encountering a variety of strange and wonderful... um... people. I wouldn't mind making this trip with Alice herself (or the White Queen) but I can make do with going with my friends and ‘feed’ our heads.

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This Moment On (Liam x MC)

A/N: So I was planning to post this before the latest chapter was released but I was hit with constant writer’s block with this fic so I’m so glad that I finished it but sad it won’t be uploaded before the ch. I love the stolen moments we get with our King and I like others was expecting a proposal so I decided to throw in one. A proposal to be dedicated to one another once everything was solved. Plus I’m posting a picture that I made envisioning my MC’s promise ring. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: An extension of the time spent in Shanghai with the two lovebirds Justice and Calvin. A secret rendezvous that’s is even more special than previous ones.

Rating: PG-13 ( A few innuendos are tossed in)

Word Count: 1,976

 Riding back to the hotel in the limo Justice let the window roll down, enjoying the crisp cool air Shanghai offered. Even the chilly temperature from the wind couldn’t distract the warm sensations that are flooding through her body. She can still feel the way Calvin’s hands traced her sensitive skin, the way his lips grazed her neck, his pupils dilated and his arousal evident. Slowly closing her eyes to immerse herself in the memory. Not soon after she’s interrupted by a voice.

“Pardon me Lady Olivera, but we’ve arrived.” 

Jolting forward with a slight blush painted on her cheeks. 

“Oh of course! Ahem… Thank you. Have a good night.”

Exiting the vehicle she enters the hotel and heads straight to her room. Entering her room she notices Hana and after talking for a bit decides to get ready for bed. She reluctantly heads to shower not wanting to rid herself of Calvin’s scent. As the warm water cascades down her body, she loses herself once more to what transpired earlier that evening. She can still hear his baritone voice speaking those wonderful words he said earlier.

You astonish me.”

Replaying his voice in her head makes her heart flutter. 

“You are the most loyal and tenacious woman I know.”

Justice knew she fell for the King a long ago, but tonight feeling his intense gaze bore not just into her own eyes but her soul confirmed any seeds of doubt that had sprouted during the last couple weeks. Seeing the admiration and love that was reserved for her and only her it was everything she needed to know that this was real and one of a kind type of love. The love you’d read in fairy tales and fiction. The type you’d see in movies and hear from generations of myths but never expect to experience in life. 

As the steam of her shower fills the bathroom and fogs the doors and the mirror she shuts off the shower and exits to sit on her bed as she tries to untangle the knots in her curly kinky hair. Sitting there and reminiscing about this adventure she knows she made the right decision by boarding that plane so long ago. Rising to get dressed she hears a knock. As a habit, she reaches for something to throw. But looking at the door she sees a note slip under the crack of the door.  Dressed in her PJs now she first opens the door and cranes her neck down the hallway seeing no one in sight. Closing it back she opens the note and immediately recognizes Calvin’s handwriting.

I know that our departure is the first thing in the morning but meet me at the lake at the break of dawn. - Calvin

Smiling to herself because of his sweet gesture. Before laying down she quickly texts Maxwell to arrange a limo to pick her up around 5:00 a.m. Content with everything being handled she fell asleep thinking of her beloved.

 Awaking to the beeping noise that fills her bedroom, Justice shuts off her alarm and despite being annoyed to be awoken so early, it quickly leaves as she remembers she’s going to be spending more time with Calvin.  She quickly jumps out of the bed and heads to change into her outfit. Since it’s early and cold out still she decided on a burgundy off the shoulder sweater and dark washed jeans that fit her perfectly with knee-high black heeled boots and a long white trench coat. 

After applying a decent amount of makeup, fluffing out her curls, and examining herself in the mirror she turns to gather her phone. Content with her look she leaves her room and puts on sunglasses and exits the hotel from the back entrance in case someone is also up as an early bird. Waiting for her is the limo and once inside she gives the driver directions to the same location she was the day before.

Once she arrived she leaves the vehicle and walks around a bit before notice and tall shadow under a beautiful tree. Grinning she walks towards him and throws her arms around his neck. Before she rises to whisper into his ear, she experiences a deja vu of her body being pressed against a tree with her arm contorted behind her back. Always one to make light of a situation Justice says.

“I forgot, stealth and you don’t mix well. Even though my arm is starting to numb I wouldn’t be in this position again under different circumstances. Preferably one without clothes.”

Realizing his mistake he quickly lets her go and apologizes profusely, a red blush spread across his neck and face.

“My apologies Justice. As you know I’m always on alert especially when I’m “alone” in case of someone where to try something.”

“It’s okay I should’ve learned the first time from the races but like I’ve mentioned before maybe I just like having you pinning me down.” she says while throwing a seductive wink his way.

Amused and feeling a rush of warm sensations flooding to his lower half he shakes his head. Playing along he moves to wrap his arms around her waist and dropping his voice deeper knowing the effects it has on her.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. Anything for my Queen,” he whispers into her ear.

It takes everything in Justice’s body not to visibly shiver. Not able to contain herself much longer she leans up to kiss Calvin. Surprised by the sudden movement but welcomed to it he deepens the kiss. Pressing her closer to him as if he was trying to meld her to his own body, there tongues moving in sync. Finally coming up for air Justice speaks as Calvin focuses his attention on her neck. Leaving delicate kisses and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and lavender.

“Not that I’m enjoying this but what brings on this impromptu early morning rendezvous.”

Lifting his head to look her in her eyes.

“You’re right I was hoping you come with me to watch the sunrise at our next location we won’t have as many opportunities alone.”

He moves to reach for a picnic basket and a blanket. He then sets it up next to tree and gestures for him to sit. Justice courtesy in a playful manner and sits. From their position they can see the beautiful waterfront they rode on less than twenty-four hours ago. Calvin sits next to her and hands her a thermos. She graciously accepts it and sips from it enjoying that it’s her favorite brew of coffee.

“Mmmm just the way I like it.”

Smiling Calvin pulls out a container full of warm cronuts. “I thought you’d enjoy these too.”

Looking at the cronuts her face breaks into a bright smile.

“My favorite coffee and my favorite treat. What’s the occasion?” Turning to face her he holds her hands into his.

“Everything up to this point of my life hasn’t prepared me for this. I always assumed to take the same paths as other royals. We walk with an air of prestige, we lead, sleep and repeat. The simple pleasures of life were lost to me. I never expected them nor wanted them, until I met you that night. That night I knew that this woman beside me who took me to the Statue of Liberty was something special. I never knew what it felt to have someone put me first and to love me, Calvin. Not the Prince of Cordonia but me, the real me.”

Touched by his words so far Justice places her hand on his cheek and tries to speak

“Calvin…”

“Please. Let me finish.”

She nods. He gently places her hand back into his.

“I was pleasantly surprised to see you join the competition and proud to see you succeed and charm everyone who was honored to cross paths with you. Slowly as our time together grew I knew I’d fallen and fallen hard. The night of my coronation should have been a victorious night for both of us and I’m sorry it wasn’t. That moment to see you taken away from me I knew I’d do whatever it takes to get you back. I was given a glimpse of true happiness and I refused to let that slip away from me. I always put Cordonia first before me and for the first time, I didn’t have to because I knew and still believe you’re everything Cordonia needs and what I need. 

Like I said yesterday sometimes, when I find myself up against a particularly challenging decision as King, I stop to consider to consider...Which choice makes me worthy of Justice? I look to you for strength. I look to you for the courage to choose the right path, even when it is the more difficult one. That is also why I know that you are the only one for me. I can’t imagine life without you by my side, to inspire me and challenge me. To make me a better man.”

He then re-positions himself to bending on one knee and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little black box. Opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond three stone setting ring with pearls on both sides.

“I was planning on giving you this last night but it wasn’t ready yet.”

Shocked, Justice sits frozen with her mouth agape.

“I love you, Justice Kennedy Olivera. This ring is a promise that from this moment to eternity I will love you and always be there for you. That you’ll still have me… and a country.” he says with a nervous laugh close behind his once stable voice.

Tears build into her hazel eyes and she quickly blinks them away. Her smile radiating from pure elatedness.

Feeling a little mischievous she stands up and faux thinks.“Hmmm, let’s see, a whole country plus a handsome King?”

 She looks down to Calvin, his eyes gazing back at her. Smiling so hard that she feels as if her face my break she suddenly crashes into him making him fall onto his back.

“Yes! A million times yes!”

She quickly presses a kiss to his lips.He chuckles and while still sprawled out lifts up slightly to place the ring on her left finger.

“Other than holding a special symbolism of our time on the tour, do you know what pearls represent?”

“No, but I’m dying to know.”

“Pearls symbolize wisdom, loyalty, and dedication. All of these qualities are found in you. Other than your sense of humor, charm, and beauty I fell in love with these characteristics. With these alone, it’s more assurance you’re what Cordonia needs as a Queen.”

 Kissing him tenderly once more Justice then pulls away and says “You don’t have to sweet talk. I already said yes.”

Smiling brightly as to have never felt so happy before quickly moves and picks up Justice swinging her around.

“I can’t help myself. I’m a King in love with an amazing woman.”

Her laughter fills the air around them and then she’s put back down. She turns to press her back into Calvin and moves to wrap his arms around her again and they watch the sun rise fully.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Calvin. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing me to have an adventure of a lifetime.”

He places a delicate kiss atop of her head as they watch the beautiful colors swarm the sky. She pulls his arms tighter and breathes out a content sigh and relishes for the time being.They both understood that this moment is for all the star-crossed lovers like them. They made it through because they had one another and hope.

#king liam #liam x mc #liam fanfic #trr book 2 #the royal romance #choices the stories you play

[thebluesideofmyworld]

I Like Me Better (Chapter 11) - A Solangelo Fic

Chapter 11: You don't know what's real until you feel the little things you find, deep in your mind

(Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10) || Read on AO3

Chapter Summary: The one where Nico ended up in the library and had to agree that Will was right.

The next day, the only reason that made Nico stand in front of The Oracle again that afternoon was that he needed a cup of coffee. He denied that there was any other reason than that.

He stepped into the coffee shop and walked straight to the counter, and greeted by Leo.

“Hey,” the curly-haired barista greeted him with a grin, showing his white teeth. “Nico, right? Will’s new neighbor?”

For a split second, Nico’s brows shot up. But then he nodded. “Yeah. And you are… Leo?”

The grin on Leo’s lips got slightly wider at Nico’s acknowledgment. “Yep! That’s me. So, what can I get you today?”

“Uh… A medium peppermint mocha, please?”

As Leo punching in his order on the register, Nico stole a glance to the area behind the counter. There was another guy with black hair who was talking quite animatedly with a girl that had some green highlight on her hair. But no blond hair was in sight.

Nico paid for his order then quickly sat in the chair where he sat last night.

He fiddled with his phone as he waited for his order. Every two minutes, he stole another glance at the counter. But still, no Will.

Well, not that Nico was looking for him anyway.

“Medium peppermint mocha!”

Nico stood up and walked to the counter.

“Here you go,” Leo said as he placed the cup and pushed it towards Nico.

Nico muttered his thank you as he grabbed his drink, his eyes on the cup.

“Oh, and Nico?”

Nico lifted his head up.

“Just so you know, Will’s shift here is on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, from 4 to 8,” Leo said, and ended it with a wink.

Nico stood still, too stunned to say anything as a response. But it looked like Leo didn’t want any response anyway, as he already turned around. He whistled as he walked away from Nico.

It took two full seconds for Nico to gather himself together. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. He walked away from the counter with his order in his hand, and stepped out of the coffee shop.

***

He still had half of his drink when he stood in front of the library. He was not even sure himself why he ended up here instead of going back to his apartment from The Oracle.

Well, he could check whether any of his professors posted something on The Blackboard by using one of the computers in this library. Or he could review his notes. It was not like he could not do any studying stuff in his apartment. It was just… Oh, yeah. In his apartment, his bed was too much of a distraction. Yep. That’s why.

Besides, who knew that maybe-

Nico huffed and shook his head, pushing the thought off his mind. He walked to the door, pulled it open and stepped in.

Nico walked slowly, gazed around at the students who were using the computers. There were some vacant ones, and Nico was thinking that maybe he could go to the quiet study area in the second or third floor when his eyes caught the sight of a tall blonde that was walking towards him.

Nico hated the eyes-meet-across-the-room cliché.

But to be honest, it was what happening to him now.

And to be even more completely honest, it was something that made his heart skipped a beat.

Will’s eyebrows raised up in recognition as his lips curled up into a wide smile.

Nico stopped, pretending like he was sipping his drink as Will walked closer towards him.

“Hey, you’re here!”

Will’s smile was bright and it light up his whole face and Nico just could not help it to smile back at him.

“Uh… Yeah,” he said.

“You just got here? From The Oracle?”

Nico arched an eyebrow. “It’s not the only coffee shop around campus, Will.”

Will laughed lightly, and gestured with his chin to the light-blue cup that Nico was holding.

“Nope, it’s not. But it’s the only one who had that cup.”

Nico could barely hold himself from choking. “Uh. Yeah. You’re right.”

Will smiled softly at him.

“So… Uh… You.. You also just got here?” Nico asked, desperately trying to find something to say, something that could keep the conversation goes longer.

“Well, actually,” Will said, scratching the back of his ear. “I… I just about to go back to the apartment. I think I am done for the day.”

“Oh, cool. We can walk together, then!” Nico blurted out.

Will gave him a strange look. “I… thought you just got here?”

Well, shit.

“Uh… Yeah… But I…” Nico chewed his lower lip as he could feel his cheek got warmer. “I just remember I… forgot something. My notes,” Nico said. He cleared his throat before he continued. “I forgot my notes. And I… I don’t think I can do my homework without it.”

For a second, Will stared at him, still with that strange look. Like he did not really believe in what Nico said.

But to be fair, maybe he had the right to not believe in Nico. Because it was not like Nico was saying the truth anyway.

First of all, Nico did not plan to do his homework in the library. And The Oracle was almost like, right in the middle between the library and their apartment complex. It was indeed, a bit hard to believe that Nico just made the trip from the Oracle to the library, only to go back to his apartment when he just got there.

But then the soft smile returned to Will’s lips as he nodded.

“Yeah,” Will said. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Sure. We can walk together.”

Nico wished he could have a better control of himself and stopped himself from grinning.

Too late.

Nico was already grinning as he tucked in a flock of his hair behind his ear. But when he noticed the soft pink blush dusting Will’s cheeks, Nico didn’t really regret it.

“Anyway,” Will said as they walked side by side to the door. “I was right, huh?”

Nico’s brows furrowed down. Will pushed the door and held it for him as he stepped out from the library. “About what?”

“Well, you know…” Will said as he started walking next to Nico. He glanced down at Nico and there was a small, almost teasing smile playing on his lips. “That there will be a next time. Of walking together.”

Nico’s heart stopped beating just for a second.

Oh.

Nico cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah.”

He stole a glance at Will, and caught the taller guy was staring at him. Will quickly looked away, holding his eyes straight ahead.

Nico’s heart fluttered.

“So,” he said, playing with the strap of his backpack. “Uh. I met Leo earlier. In The Oracle?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s his shift today.”

“You… I mean, how long have you worked there?” Nico asked, risking a glance at Will.

Will shrugged his shoulder. “Since last year,” he said, and continued talking about how he started working there.

Maybe it was just Nico’s imagination. But the street light along the street that they passed seemed to be a bit brighter than usual tonight.

***

It was a little bit past 11.30 when Nico noticed a notification icon from Facebook showed up on his screen. Still chewing the last pieces of his Cheetos, Nico unlocked his phone and checked it.

A friend request from Will Solace.

Nico didn’t even bother to erase the grin off his face as he tapped the ‘confirm’ button.

Author’s Notes:

Chapter title is from Things I'd Do for You by Astronomyy

As always, any comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated :)

You might have guessed that I update this earlier than Friday because my team just won their game (and of course, OF COURSE they had to score the winning goal at literally the LAST minute of the game). But ALSO, last night when I was working in the library I saw this guy and I swear that he looked like Nico di Angelo. Seriously. I mean, if Nico materialized into a real person, he would look like this guy that I saw. The guy even had a BLACK trench coat. So I actually finished this chapter last night after I saw that Nico-di-Angelo-look-alike guy.

Thank you for reading :D

#Solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will SOlace #Solangelo fanfic #solangelo fanfiction #pjo #pjo fanfic #I Like Me Better

[dapperfvck-arc]

Film!verse Edition

BASIC.

FULL NAME. John Constantine NICKNAME. none mentioned BIRTHDAY. May 10 (assuming the Constantine movie takes place in the present, regardless of the film’s year of release, having been referred in age as his mid-thirties, he’d have been born in the early 80s) ETHNIC GROUP.  Mixed race (is that the right term these days?), undisclosed in movie, the brief glimpse of his parents in the movie showed nothing of their actual appearances. So I’m defaulting to Keanu’s actual ethnic mix of Chinese-Native Hawaiian-European Caucasian ancestry. NATIONALITY.  American LANGUAGE.  English, Latin, various dead/magical/infernal languages SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse/continuity dependent CLASS. middle class HOME TOWN / AREA. Los Angeles, California (prolly a suburb outside of it) CURRENT HOME. Los Angeles, California (but like the original incarnation, he travels quite a bit) PROFESSION. Previously a con artist and artifact dealer as well as an exorcist/magician, but has since become a professional investigator, primarily focused on unusual and occult based cases, though not above tackling the mundane.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. Black (but like a soft black with a brown undertone rather than blue or violet) EYES. Deep brown, almost black, somewhat large but may seem smaller and more narrow due to their hooded, somewhat sleepy, sensuous appearance or when he’s annoyed they may have a pinched, strained appearance NOSE. A bit wide, straight, prominent but not...idek, not in an unattractive way. Look i’m bad at describing noses XD; FACE. Triangular, very fine, on the narrow side LIPS. Wide mouth, full lower lip, upper is somewhat thin, but well shaped, slightly lined at the corners from smoking and frowning too much COMPLEXION.  a noticeably warm tone, very smooth to the point that a neutral expression may appear stone-like and somewhat eerie BLEMISHES. none, is prolly that asshole that’s never had pimple in his life SCARS. Vertical scarring at both wrists from suicide attempt as teen

TATTOOS. The Alchemical Red King sigil in halves on either forearm. HEIGHT. 6′1 (185 cm) WEIGHT: 165lbs (75kg) BUILD.  Slender build, broad shoulders, noticeably toned (very similar to swimmer’s musculature), but not very defined. Torso is a bit of straight line to narrow hips.  ALLERGIES.  bullshit USUAL HAIR STYLE. short but not shaved. He’s got a full head of hair, very thick and often somewhat of a mess, a bit longer in the front USUAL CLOTHING. Black suit, long black trench coat, implied to have expensive taste (”That was a $200 shirt, asshole.”)

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. Hell, mostly, as in ending up there when he’s dead. Legit demons passing into the mortal plane ASPIRATION. Well -- It was to “buy his way into heaven”, but now that he’s got a new lease of life, I’m not really sure what his direction will be. The film left off on an optimistic note, but I have a hard time believing it to be a permanent change. There’s a very real possibility that he could go right back off the rails like he always does. See, cos even in the comic, John has had plenty of chances to start clean and turn his life around, but he never really does. Given that, despite having a different background and being apparently a bit more of a serious and motivated man, there’s little discernible difference between comic! and film!John’s personalities. So yeah, maybe his experience and exoneration from his suicide’s infernal prison sentence did change him for the better but idk. I’m skeptical. POSITIVE TRAITS. He’s very determined and driven. When he wants something,it’s hard to deter him. Of course he’s very compassionate and has a large capacity for love and forgiveness. My opinion is out on him being a truly spiritual man, but he can put his trust in the unknown and faith when it truly matters. NEGATIVE TRAITS. Apathy and some depressive tendencies. He can be very cold and distant at times. I don’t think he necessarily is reacting to anything, just that he’s used to being control at all times and that includes his emotions. VICE HABIT.  Smoking, drinking, Cassidy FAITH.  It’s complicated GHOSTS? Yeah, I figure he sees them too, honestly AFTERLIFE? He can’t help but to believe given he’s been to Hell and saw Heaven, in addition to knowing about the influences of angels and demons in the world. REINCARNATION? No ALIENS? Maybe? Although I suppose yes with his being part of the DCU..... POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. Nah, too busy dealing with divine/infernal politics to deal with the mortal lot ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. Idk, he likes money SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. ????? EDUCATION LEVEL.  Uncertain. Unlike Classic!John, his upbringing is largely a mystery. All we know is that his parents had him undergo shock treatment (as well as possibly institutionalized when they found out about his visions. I imagine he was also hospitalized after his suicide attempt. Not sure if he ever finished school with all that going on. I have the feeling John was just such a mess by that point that after he was released (possibly he was held there until he was 18), he just went off on his own and possibly off the rails as well.

FAMILY.

FATHER.  undisclosed, presumably still alive. MOTHER.   undisclosed, presumably still alive. SIBLINGS.  none EXTENDED  FAMILY.  none, he tends to keep to himself. NAME MEANING. John: Jehovah has been Gracious/Shown Favour (lmao) Constantine: Constant, steadfast, generally referred to as “The Constant One”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION.  related, if perhaps distantly, to Constantine the Great on his father’s side (head canon)

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS.  Reads a lot of true crime, occult and magic theory, mostly. Sometimes reads urban fantasy for a laugh or other paranormal fiction

MUSIC. Maybe it’s the darker hair and eyes and gloomier disposition, but I like to think that rather than getting in on the punk scene, he more slotted in with the Goths of the day.

DEITY. he really doesn’t like them as a general rule

HOLIDAY.  nah

MONTH.*shrugs*

SEASON. Fall

PLACE. I don’t he puts a lot of importance on location. Same shit different place you know?

WEATHER. cool

SOUND.  city noises

SCENT.  sage, sandelwood, silk, tea, coffee, toast

TASTE.  smoke, skin, clove

FEEL. stillness, contentment, release, submission

ANIMAL.  none really

NUMBER. honestly, idk numerology 

COLOUR. warm tones, always end up associating him with fire regardless of incarnation

EXTRA.

TALENTS. He can pick a lock, accurately shoot a gun, throw a punch, high artistic skill from years of drawing sigils and circles. He designed his own tattoo. Very flexible, practices yoga, think on his feet, and that may not seem like much but it absolutely counts in John’s case. He’s extraordinary in a crisis TURN ONS. Being dominated, loyalty, danger. Thing is he’s very reserved in his day to day life, a bit cold, and tends to use sex as a release of control TURN OFFS.   Hmm...though a bit kinkier than the original incarnation, I still don’t think he’s real into hard core kink. HOBBIES. Collecting unique religious and occult artifacts, either by his own hand or via someone else, reading, likes bad movies, drinking TROPES. supernatural detective, jaded spiritualist  AESTHETICS. Neon sighs on desolate streets, smoke, dark suits, occult and sacred symbols, old churches, lonely nights

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC. Keanu Reeves ALT  FC. I could cap the tie in comic  OLDER  FC. N/A YOUNGER  FC. N/A   VOICE  CLAIM.  Keanu Reeves

#;about #{ verse } film

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Lena Immaculate!

So a couple of days ago i stumbled upon this amazing gifset featuring Katie McGrath as a goth DJ, and it sort of inspired me to write a supercorp fic, featuring Goth engineering student Lena Luthor, and 9 puppies in a cardigan journalism student Kara Danvers.

Can also be read on AO3

Tortuous one, taboos undone

A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves

And a thickening mist, a seductress

Leading lovesick hearts astray

 “Hi, uhm, excuse me. Gosh am I interrupting. I’m so sorry, can I just trouble you for a moment.”

Lena slowly pulled off her headphones and glared at the girl who dared to disturb her sanctuary of study.

The girl looked like she had wandered right out of Pleasantville, all pink cardigans, blonde hair and bubbly smile.

“I’m listening.” Lena said folding her hands on top of her textbook, she wasn’t actually listening, but she figured it was the easiest way to get rid of little miss sunshine.

The girl spent a lot of time looking at Lena with an open mouth, it was probably the rings, or maybe the piercings, Lena wasn’t sure.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, and Lena mentally prepared herself to be asked about her lord and savior Jesus Christ. She had no idea why they kept letting nut jobs like her in at Metropolis U.

 “Uhm, I have to do an interview for my journalism class and I saw you sitting there, and was wondering if maybe you had the time. I’M SORRY FOR DISTURBING YOU I’LL JUST GO!” So not a religious nut, just a freshman in the field.

Lena wasn’t sure why she reached out to stop the retreating girl, she wanted to get back to her studies, not have to sit through 20 awkward, and vapid questions from the neighbor nice girl.

“No, its fine I need a break from the studies anyways.”

The blonde almost flew back. “Really?” She asked with eyes the size of teacups, Lena could have sworn she saw a tail wag between her legs.

“Yes, let me see if I can guess the topic: subcultural life on campus.” Lena sassed, gesturing at her heavy black clothes. She was already regretting agreeing to this.

“Actually it’s about studying engineering as a woman, and what kind of challenges you face, I saw that you were reading all these books about currents and physics and all kinds of clever stuff.” The girl smiled with her whole face, like she genuinely hadn’t realized Lena had just insulted her.

“Oh, uhm sorry for being presumptuous, yes I study electrical engineering I’m on my 3rd year what would you like to know?”

 The interview itself when smoothly. The blonde (Kara as she learned was her name), asked interesting but not too intimate questions. Then proudly showed Lena the notes she’d taken on her reporter pad (“cause I’m going to be a real reporter!”), before waltzing off to do whatever it was girls like her did.

Probably sing to her flock of forest friends while cleaning up after her evil stepsister.

 That should have been that right? Just a minor footnote in the melancholic story of her life.

Except somehow  that modern day disney princess with her locks of spun gold was haunting her dreams.

Lena had known she was gay since the first time her and Veronica snuck up to the old belfry after lights out. Her family hadn’t been near as okay with it, but that was another story.

What mattered was that she was familiar with the term gay panic, even though she had never experienced it herself.

Until now.

 She hadn’t seen Kara since that afternoon in the library 2 weeks ago.

It made sense, Metropolis U was a fairly compartmentalized university, engineering was taught in one end, the humanities in the other.

She had no reason to ever leave the engineering buildings except to study in the larger cross faculty library.

Which she admittedly did often, though it seemed Kara didn’t.

Lena would know she had been keeping a lookout.

 Lena didn’t really have any friends, it was a conscious decision, after first Veronica, then Lex, and then her mom, it just seemed easier to not get attached.

Contrary to what she heard people say behind her back (seriously was she back in middle school?) she didn’t walk around in trench coats and army boots to stand out, she did it to scare people off.

Also maybe because Alice from “Resident Evil” had sort of been her sexual awakening.

The closest thing she had was her roommate Jess, however that was more of a mutual politeness thing.

 Most of the time she was perfectly okay with her solitary lifestyle. Right now she needed someone to pull her out of her obsession, before she did something stupid.

Like exploit the schools poorly managed database structure to gain access to the schedule of all freshman journalism students, and plan to “randomly” stumble into her one day after class.

Not that she would ever do that.

Or debate whether Tuesday or Thursday was more likely to make Kara susceptible to an impulse trip to a café.

That would be stupid, and irresponsible, possibly illegal, and bordering on stalking.

 Lena arrived 25 minutes early outside the classroom.

She had meant to be there at most 5-10 before, just in case the lecture ended early.

Her fear got the better of her, so she looked up what the maximum amount of time school regulations allowed a lecturer to end the lesson too early was.

 She had been rehearsing her speech all morning, yet the moment Kara stepped out of that classroom it all left her.

At that point it was too late to turn around, she was already walking towards Kara.

Lena could do this! All she had to do was smile and be cool.

“Hi Lena, how are you doing?” Kara smiled while she spoke, and Lena swore it was getting harder to breathe.

“Fine thank you, I came by to ask how it went with your assignment.” All things considered, Lena was pretty impressed just how calm and coherent she was being in front of this literal ray of sunshine.

“Oh, uhm, it went really well, Professor Grant called it a mediocre attempt at decent journalism, so I think she liked it.” Kara had this cute little crinkle in her brow as she stared off into the distance, and tried to think about... something?

“I was wondering if you could perhaps be persuaded to tell me more about the assignment over a cup of coffee?” Lena made sure to add a seductive little wink to her proposition, which Kara missed entirely.”

“I don’t like coffee, could we get pastries instead?” Lena was about to politely chuckle at Kara’s joke, before she realized the blonde the blonde was completely serious.

“It’s a date.” Truth be told that last comment was a hail Mary from Lena, if she was going to do it, she was going to go all out.

Kara sputtered and recoiled. “Sorry I, um, I didn’t mean to drag you into something you don’t want, its okay we can just have coffee! I uhm, I, ah.” Lena wasn’t even sure what Kara was rambling about.

“Kara, stop panicking, I would like to go on a date with you, I was the one who asked.” Putting a grounding hand on her crush seemed to prevent her from taking flight through the roof, though her cheeks still looked about ready to spontaneously combust.

“Psh, me panic, no never, I’m the most collected person ever! Wait really?! You want to go on a date with me? As in a date date? As in you might like me date? Like, like me like me? That kind of date! But you’re so cool, and badass, and I’m just silly little me?”

It was weird, but Lena was already growing fond of Kara’s  tendency to ramble.

  They must have looked like an odd couple, walking down the hall side by side. Kara in an ensemble of  pastel colors, with her hair framing her head like a halo, next to Lena in black and silver, with sleek raven hair looking not unlike a widow’s veil.

#supercorp #karlena #kara x lena #supergirl #fanfic #my writing