even if your back is to the wall it still feels like someone is looking over your shoulder or directly behind you

Nursey is so wrapped up in saying goodbye to the graduating seniors that he doesn’t notice Dex and Bitty disappear until Chowder pokes him in his ribs with a grin. “You’re gonna pretend to be surprised, right?”

Nursey is already surprised, and confused, but doesn’t say so.

When they get back to the Haus half an hour later, taking the long route at Chowder’s insistence, everything looks the same as it always does. That is until Nursey makes his way up to Lardo’s old room, determined to figure out what he’s apparently supposed to already suspect.

“Shit,” Dex curses when he spots him. “Uh, hey? Fuck. I mean. What’s up, Nurse?”

Nursey blinks several times in quick succession, but the image of Dex in the middle of hanging custom bookshelves on the back wall of their soon-to-be-shared-bedroom while surrounded by at least five of Nursey’s favorite baked goods doesn’t go away. “…I literally don’t even know where to start, bro.”

Dex’s head drops down with a beleaguered groan. There’s a number two pencil stuck behind one ear and a hammer hanging from one of his belt loops. It’s a good look on him.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Nursey adds.

“You weren’t supposed to know I installed this,” Dex mutters, eyes trained on the floor.

“And the pies?”

“That was mostly Bitty. I only made one of them.“ Dex shrugs a shoulder stiffly. "Well. One and a half.”

“And did you make me shelves too?”

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Break M'Own Rules

Harry X Reader: Angst

In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.

Request? No

Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.

Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.

Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.

The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.

“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.

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Angry Words

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fighting, nasty name calling, swearing, angst - It has a super fluffy ending though !!

Word Count: 1930

Summary: You’re mad, Chris is mad, but he doesn’t want to go to bed angry.

A/N: Enjoy!! 

“Can you stop being so immature about this?!” Chris explodes from behind you, reaching out his hand to catch the door you just tried slamming in his face, his blue eyes flashing with frustration.

You scoff, storming further into the house as you reef your jacket off your shoulders, flinging it onto the couch as you pass. It hangs haphazardly off the edge, half on the floor but you can’t be bothered fixing it up.
“Oh I’m sorry,” You snap instead. “Should I be more understanding about running into your ex girlfriend at your Mother’s birthday party?”

“Yes!” Chris replies angrily, taking off his jacket also, but hanging it neatly on the hooks by the door. “I told you a hundred times already that I didn’t know she was going to be there, It isn’t my fault she was invited!”
“No,” You agree with a huff, reaching down to pull off your heels, keeping them in your hand in case you need to use it as a makeshift weapon. “But letting her hang all over you is very much your fault!”

“She wasn’t hanging all over me y/n,” Chris exclaims, running his fingers back up into his hair. “We were just catching up that’s all!”
You throw your hands up by your sides, turning back to face him. “So she wasn’t practically sitting in your lap while you caught up?

The image of Chris’ hands on his ex’s hips while she drapes her arms around his neck is imprinted into your mind, cruelly reminding you of how much he loved this woman at one point in his life. There is no escaping the painful, gut wrenching feeling of seeing them together; Scott having let it slip that before their breakup Chris was thinking of asking her to marry him, going so far as to already having the ring. Try as you might you couldn’t forget something like that.

“It wasn’t like I invited her to sit there!” The veins in the side of Chris’ neck are becoming more prominent the longer this fight goes on, his hands balled into fists by his side and his face flushed. He was getting more and more frustrated over the fact you just wouldn’t let this go.
“You should have pushed her off! Or at least told her you were with someone.”
“I tried to!”
“That isn’t good enough Chris!”
“No, of course it isn’t!” Chris laughs humorlessly, letting his hands fall flat to his side. “Nothing’s ever good enough for you.”

His response catches you off guard, your shoes falling from your hands, clattering noisily on the wood floor as you stare at him, all anger temporarily subsiding.
“Excuse me?” You finally manage to stutter out. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means,” He starts stalking towards you, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he does so. “You’re a goddamn bitch y/n, who expects our relationship to be exactly what you want all the time and when I god forbid do something you don’t like you throw a temper tantrum like a child!”

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Star spangled brushwork

Summary: You need help painting your apartment, and the weather and Bucky Barnes are both hot. Sniping and sexy times ensue.

Characters: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 3,220
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Seriously. If you’re not of legal age, go away, this is not for you.

A/N: It’s my first attempt at smut and smut is hard (no pun intended). Any advice and/ or feedback is always more than welcome. 

Originally posted by maddiekittenlover

After years of saving pennies, working multiple jobs, and one too many nights of boxed wine and Ramen noodles, you had finally, finally, saved enough money for a down payment to buy your own apartment. Sure it was small and on the top floor of an elevator-less building, but it was yours, and that’s what mattered.

In a bid to save money like a responsible homeowner, you also decided to paint the place yourself, and with a little cajoling and a little blackmail concerning that time you filmed him singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’ while he made a PB&J, Bucky grudgingly agreed to help as well.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 6 ❤️

A/N: Omg you guys are gonna hate me! *cries hysterically* This was so hard to write because of major feels, but i promise it’ll get better! Borky is a good dude ok and he will make it all better lol. I hope y’all like it! Enjoy! - Delilah  ❤️

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Major feels. Get a tissue, you’re gonna need it. 

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Aim to Please (NSFW)

Originally posted by official-hartwin

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I fucking love this gif, I want this image of his little shithead face on everything. This boy is ruining my fucking life.

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2 | Freak



series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

Originally posted by jeontrash

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Remember Me: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

Part One

A/N: I started this series with every intention of posting once a week. But, OF COURSE work always fucks my life up. So here is part two. Please know I have every intention of trying to keep this updated regularly, but please don’t hate me if I don’t. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. ♥♥♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,269

- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Your unconsciousness subsided at some point, although you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment; the loud whirring of a helicopter’s blades invaded your ears, filling your brain with a buzzing sound.  It was muted, your brain still fuzzy from the action that went down however long ago. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see a blurry figure hovering above you, your head on his lap. His fingers were stroking your hair, and you locked eyes with him for a brief moment, before you lazily closed them again. You were so weak, and it took so much effort just to keep them open.

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Not My Sister

Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester 

2350 Words

Story Summary:  Dean and his sister are captured by the Steins. Dean wakes up to see his sister hurt, and the mark takes over.

Author’s Note: An Anon request. “Could you do a one shot where Dean is captured by the Styne family and his little sister is there with him? He wakes up to see his sister hurt and the mark takes over.

As soon as Dean came home with the mark halfway hidden upon his arm, you knew things would change and not for the better. It was only a matter of time before it would take over, with someone getting hurt, or killed.

At first things seemed okay. Sam and Dean continued to hunt, looking for Abaddon while you stayed back, like always, manning the bunker and staying on top of research. Due to your somewhat normal life growing up, your half brothers had decided to keep you as far away from hunting as possible. While teaching you how to handle a gun and knife, they never expected you to actually use one.

When the deed had been done, and Abaddon had been taken care of, you thought things would be better. That was as far from the truth as possible. Dean’s spells grew worse, fighting the bloodlust had become much harder. Many times you were afraid to even run into him in the bunker’s hallway, not sure what direction his mood would have taken. He had never hurt you, but the look in his eyes, was enough to have you scurrying to you room.

It was there you were still, long after they had gone to help Charlie, a woman you considered a friend. Wishing she was okay, you had been forced to stay behind, due to the dangerous men following her. Not wanting to argue this time, you stayed back, looking through the various books the men of letters had procured, trying to find anything that would heal Dean. So far everything had been a dead end, and you were growing hopeless that you would ever find anything.

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My Little Problem

Summary: Phil Lester is a great student council president. He’s got pretty much everything under control. Everything, that is, except a punk kid that keeps skipping class in favor of following Phil around.

Genre: High School AU, Student Council!Phil, Punk!Rebel!Dan, Fluff, First Confessions, Humor

Warnings: mentions of cigarette usage

A/N: Honestly? I enjoyed writing this. It’s just a little one shot to try and get rid of this writer’s block. I love high school AUs, and I saw a prompt for this I couldn’t ignore. Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!

He just couldn’t seem to figure that boy out.

Phil closed his locker, and his thoughts must’ve been obvious on his face, because his friend Louise grinned at him.

“Is Howell still skipping class? I thought you’d’ve stamped that out by now,” she remarked, closing her own locker and following him down the hallway. “Although, it isn’t like you’re the first person to try. The last student council president, Mark Fischbach, tried to get him to go. That was the first time I think I’ve ever seen Mark get fed up.”

Phil rolled his eyes, adjusting the tie of his school uniform. “That may be, but I’m the president now. He’s the only guy that’s given me actual trouble. The teachers don’t even want to help me out; they’ve all given up on him.”

The pair rounded the corner, and Louise waved. “I’ve got French, so I’ll see you later. Lunch?”

Phil nodded and waved back before entering his own class, English Literature. He was particularly fond of this class, and was ready to tune out his problems for a little while.

However, halfway through class, he heard the familiar sound of someone plopping into the desk behind him. He sighed.

“I suppose you have a good reason for skipping your science class to come here?” Phil asked, turning around to come face-to-face with none other than Dan Howell.

Dan smirked. “I have my reasons.”

Phil sighed.

Dan Howell had been Phil’s little problem for the past three months. Ever since he’d been elected student council president, he’d been doing his best to maintain order and peace within the school.

That wasn’t to say Phil was a complete stickler for rules; he’d let people pass with a warning sometimes or overlook something if they were generally a good student.

But Dan Howell was the one problem that stubbornly refused to go away.

Dan was a punk boy with an attitude. He had no problem back-talking the teachers, skipping class, and generally only scraping by with the bare minimum. Phil had tried, and failed, on many occasions to force him to go to class. He’d even memorized the punk boy’s schedule.

Dan had seized the opportunity to start pestering Phil wherever he went. He followed him to his own classes, waited for him outside the school, and generally enjoyed being a part of Phil’s routine that he didn’t ask for.

“Well, you should be in science. Mr. Deyes won’t be too happy to see you somewhere you don’t belong.” Phil tried to sound authoritative, but it was an empty threat and they both knew it. All the teachers had given up punishing Dan, because he’d simply leave the school.

Dan smiled, unaffected, and Phil ignored the quickened pace of his heart. “But I don’t wanna be in science. I wanna be here.”

Phil sighed again, turning back around. “Fine. But you’re going to your next class, Dan.”

“Whatever you say, Prez,” Dan sang, and he was actually quiet for a little while.

Soon enough, however, Phil felt something touch his head and he rolled his eyes. Dan liked to play with Phil’s hair, earning a reaction from the other boy. But Phil was determined not to give him the satisfaction, and resolutely kept working on his paper.

As the time ticked by, Dan’s hand began to wander. He ran his fingers through Phil’s hair, then paused as it got close to his hairline. Slowly, the soft touch moved lower, to Phil’s neck, rubbing a bit of sensitive skin there.

Phil squeaked, as Dan had never pulled this one before, and whipped around. His face was red but he didn’t care. “W-What are you doing?”

Dan withdrew his hand, but that familiar unaffected smirk was still there. “What? It looked so soft. I bet no one’s ever touched there before.”

Phil pursed his lips, not about to reveal that he was right. “Don’t you have homework you could be working on?”

“Nah.” Dan leaned back. “I just wanted to see you.”

Phil blew out a breath just as the bell rang. He glanced at the clock. Lunchtime.

By the time he looked back at where Dan had been sitting, the other boy was up and moving. “See ya later, Prez,” Dan called behind his shoulder, winking.

“Fix your school uniform,” Phil called after him halfheartedly. His eyes lingered on Dan’s retreating form just a second too long before getting up and heading to the lunchroom.


Phil was walking out of the school.

He’d stayed after school with student council duties that day, so he was much later than normal. Everyone else had already headed home. He ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly, adjusting his bag slung over one arm.

Phil paused at the gate, looking around. Usually, Dan would be standing there, just waiting for Phil so he could follow him home. Of course, there was no Dan today. He refused to acknowledge the twinge of disappointment in his chest, turning to keep walking.

However, he noticed the door to one of the clubhouses was left open, and decided to go close it quickly before heading home. As he approached the door, he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. His nose wrinkled and he groaned to himself. Now he’d have to kick out whoever was smoking on school property.

He stood in the doorway, flicking his eyes over the scene of three boys he didn’t know lounging in the room, taking puffs of the cigarettes.

“Guys,” he began, his tone resolute, “you know there’s no smoking allowed on school grounds.”

They looked at him, and their eyes grew steely as one of them pushed off the table they were leaning against. “If it isn’t little Phil Lester.”

Phil raised an eyebrow. Little? He was six-foot-two.

The boy took a step towards him. “Look, Lester. Why don’t you just let this slide, and we’ll pretend this never happened?”

He stood his ground. “Sorry, guys, but rules are rules. Go smoke off school property.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed, and Phil felt a twinge of worry. Surely they wouldn’t get violent?

The leader had taken another step towards Phil when he heard a familiar voice behind him: “You heard the Prez. Get out.”

Phil nearly jumped in shock. That was Dan’s voice, but he sounded different. Rough and angry, with an undertone of a threat.

The leader backed off immediately, spotting the punk standing directly behind Phil. Dan’s hands rested on Phil’s shoulders. “Yeah, sure, Howell…we were just teasin’ him a little…”

“Well, it wasn’t funny,” Dan growled, and Phil’s heart leapt into his throat. He’d never heard Dan sound like this before.

The pair moved aside as the three others left, and Phil finally turned to face the other boy. “Why are you still here?”

Dan’s face was still dark, and he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He didn’t answer.

Phil softened a little as his pulse returned to normal, and he stepped towards Dan. “Hey, thanks for helping me out. I didn’t–”

“You always do that,” Dan interrupted him, glaring at the floor. “You always fucking go off and try to fix everything without thinking about it. Especially those guys…”

Phil frowned. He wasn’t really sure what Dan was trying to tell him, but an unease was crawling in his stomach. He didn’t like seeing Dan so agitated, but he wasn’t sure what to do to calm him down.

So he did the first thing that came to mind: he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

Dan tensed, but Phil just squeezed, saying: “I really appreciate your help. Sorry for causing you trouble.”

Dan laughed a little, and Phil suddenly felt strong arms incase him. “You causing trouble? You cause me trouble every single day, Prez.”

Phil huffed. “Me? What about you? I can’t even get you to go to class!”

He tried to pull back, but Dan’s grip tightened. “Another minute.”

Phil sighed, leaning into Dan and let the moment happen. He wondered if the punk could feel his rapid heartbeat. But he had to admit it was a calming moment, both of them seeming to regain a balance.

They pulled back, and Phil looked up. Dan’s eyes were warm, and for a second Phil thought he was going to say something, but then he smirked.

“See you tomorrow, Prez. Thanks for the loving embrace.”

Phil reddened. “Just go to class tomorrow!”


Phil hadn’t seen that familiar smirk all day, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend like it didn’t bother him.

His eyes would snap to the door every time someone entered, but it was never Dan. He was starting to get jumpy. Had something happened to him?

When lunch rolled around, Phil marched all over the school, searching. If Dan Howell was here, then by God, he was going to find him.

Eventually he did find him, but not in a place he expected.

He pushed open the door to the music practice room, only to hear the melancholy sound of someone playing the piano. He looked over, and his eyes widened in shock at the sight of a particular brown-haired troublemaker seated at the piano.

Dan continued playing, apparently lost in the music. Phil closed the door quietly and leaned against a nearby wall, listening. Dan was pretty damn good. He was slightly surprised at the melody Dan was playing; it was a quiet and almost mournful dirge.

The piano stopped suddenly, and Phil opened his eyes. Dan was sitting quietly, staring blankly at the keys.

“So this is where you run off to instead of class,” Phil finally spoke, snapping Dan out of his reverie. The punk whipped around to face him, startled, but relaxed when he saw who it was.

“You gonna turn me in, Prez? Write me a detention slip?” Dan teased, but both knew Phil wouldn’t do that.

Instead of answering, Phil padded over and stood next to the piano, his hands lightly skimming the keys. “I didn’t know you were so good at the piano, Dan.”

Dan followed Phil’s progress with his eyes. “I never meant for anyone to find out I liked it. I’m not that great.”

Phil withdrew his hand. “I beg to differ. You’re incredible.”

Dan was silent, staring at a key as though his life depended on it. He seemed to be struggling over something, and Phil was about to ask what was wrong when Dan stood abruptly, turning to face the other boy. His eyes were burning, and Phil blinked.


Dan sounded fed up, and Phil was about to apologize when Dan continued.

“Do you have any idea how frustrated you make me?”

Dan had Phil crowded against the piano, staring at him intently. Phil swallowed, hoping his face wasn’t red. “Um…sorry?”

“I don’t like class. I don’t like school. I’m fine with barely getting by and eager to get out of this fucking place. But then one day, we get a new president.” Dan kept creeping closer. “And I’m skipping class like normal, when suddenly this guy with the bluest eyes and a lopsided smile and a pretty face lectures me about skipping. A guy I find I can’t ignore.”

Phil’s brain is short-circuiting. He coughed out: “Uh?”

“And then this guy has my whole world turned upside down. I’m suddenly following him to class. I like it when he lectures me about my uniform. I wait for him after school because I like talking to him. Then I start caring about this boy.”

Dan’s face was flushed, and Phil isn’t about to interrupt to say how cute he looked.

“I notice he does everything by himself and cares about others. He works hard but doesn’t use his status to his advantage. He’s kind to me even though I give him so much shit. I watch him every day and I find myself actually wanting to do the things he tells me. That fucking guy. The guy that ruined everything. D’you know who I’m talking about, Prez?”

Phil swallowed. Dan’s extremely close, and his head was buzzing. “Um. Well. I-I don’t know, but I can tell you something.”

Dan tilted his head, waiting.

“My life was going great until I suddenly had a reoccurring problem. There was this punk kid in my grade who kept skipping, who kept causing problems, who kept waiting for me after school…and then I realized maybe I liked having this problem…”

Dan’s smirking again, and Phil suddenly can’t help but to smile, too.

“Suddenly, I found someone I wanted to play the piano for,” Dan whispered, and then the gap between them closed and Phil’s mind is reeling. He can feel Dan’s lip ring on his mouth, the same lip ring he often tells Dan not to wear to school, and he suddenly gets the urge to tell Dan never to take it out again.

They broke apart, panting, and Dan’s smiling in satisfaction. “I knew you’d taste as sweet as you look.”

“Shut up,” Phil murmured, turning even pinker. “You’re still breaking school rules. You’re supposed to be in class.”

“So? You’re helping me break those rules, Prez,” Dan grinned, leaning forward to nuzzle his face into Phil’s neck. “Lemme see that spot I touched yesterday. I couldn’t stop thinking about your damn neck.”

“Listen,” Phil squeaked. “I have a name, you know. It’s Phil.”

Dan hummed against his neck, taking his sweet time. “Yup. But it’s so satisfying to see you get all worked up when I call you Prez.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “You certainly like to tease me.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Dan mumbled, finally pulling back to grin at the other boy. “But you like it.”

“Yeah,” Phil admitted. “I do.”

They took a moment to smile at each other, and Phil felt his fingers interlocking with Dan’s.

“But I’m still giving you detention for skipping class all day, Dan Howell.”


There’s a new power couple at the high school.

If you were acting up and got caught by Phil Lester, the student council president, it was an unspoken rule to just accept punishment. If you caused Phil any trouble, you’d have to answer to his boyfriend–Dan Howell.

Dan Howell was still the school’s most famous punk, but it was rare to see Phil at school without him. Some said he actually went to most of his classes now. What a feat.

As for Phil Lester, pretty much everyone liked him. He was a pleasant guy, funny and friendly with a heart of gold. You just had to be careful, as being too flirty would set off the hot guy always slung over Phil’s shoulders.

Some were daring enough to call Dan Howell whipped, but he’d shrug his shoulders as the Prez would neatly hand them a detention slip. Phil would claim it was for “rude and disruptive behavior,” but everyone knew that if you talked bad about Dan you’d hear from the student council.

Sometimes, if you’re really lucky, after school you may be able to hear the piano being played in one of the music rooms. You might even glimpse the famous Dan Howell playing it, with a smiling Phil seated next to him, leaning on his shoulder.

That’s just a rumor, though.

As if either would admit to breaking the rules or playing the piano.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (25)

Part 25 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,400

🎭 DRAMA!!!
Love triangle, Love Square. Whatever shape you want to call it, but be prepared for PLENTY of ‘somewhat’ angsty romantic conflict and angsty feels. (Sorry, you’ll dislike me after this haha)

You were embarrassed, beyond belief and angry to the point where your hands were shaking. Why would Yixing do that to you? Sure you had to clean up what had happened between you and him, but it was never anything serious and you had told him right off the bat that it was wrong, the last person you had ever expected to act in this type of manner was Yixing, he was normally so reasonable. You rushed over to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it up with water and rushed back to the board. He had riled you up so much, that your breathing was heavy. Without really thinking you walked around the table and threw the water over Yixing.
It was silent for a moment; everyone was looking between you and Yixing in shock.

“You have to be kidding me…” Yixing breathed heavily through his nose, looking at you through angry eyes.
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” He jumped up from his seat lunging over at you and bringing you down hard onto the table. Before you had a chance to think, he was pinning you down and shaking you violently, you stared up into his face. He looked nothing like the Yixing you knew from before; this was a completely different man. This was a barbarian. A beast. You grabbed at his hair, pulling it and attempting to get him off of you.

“After the way I’ve treated you Y/N, with such love and care. This is how you repay me, by fucking Minseok?! You think he’s worthy of you? he’ll only hurt you. That’s all he’s capable of.” He lifted your shoulders about an inch off of the table and slammed you back down again, causing you to cry out in pain, this was all happening so fast. You brought your knee up hard, knocking him just under his breast bone where his healing wound was located. He let out a growl, but it wasn’t enough to get him off of you, he was still shaking you wildly and you were beginning to develop a headache, you closed your eyes tightly shut, in the hope that it would help the pain to subside.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER YIXING!” You heard Chanyeol shout from beside you. Only opening your eyes when you felt Yixing’s weight being lifted off of your body, you shuffled down to the end of the table where Junmyeon was sat.

“Are you okay Y/N?” He lifted you up off the table and lowered you into your seat beside Minseok. You didn’t even bother replying as you turned your attention to Chanyeol and Yixing who were now fighting each other.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Chanyeol shouted, landing a punch on Yixing’s jaw and throwing him against the wall, causing him to groan deeply in pain, but he still wasn’t done yet; head-butting Chanyeol on the lip he held him in a headlock and dragged him to the floor. They began scuffling and shouting obscenities. You were in such shock you began to cry. You had never seen Chanyeol act this violent towards somebody in your life and Yixing was supposed to be the sweet one. You should’ve listened to Jongin that night when he told you Yixing was a dangerous man; he specifically said he was one of the most dangerous but you didn’t want to believe it and now you were in a state.

“Stop it!” Kyungsoo shouted getting up from his seat, trying to restrain Yixing whilst Sehun stood up to restrain Chanyeol. Your heart was thumping amongst your chest, this was too crazy for you to handle.

“Touch her again, and I will kill you!” Chanyeol spat at Yixing.

“She doesn’t belong to you Chanyeol!” Yixing shouted, raising to his knees, both men were panting, on the floor, blood dropping from Chanyeol’s lip, whilst blood was dripping from Yixing’s nose.

“She doesn’t fucking belong to you either Yixing, she doesn’t belong to anyone! Besides she’s not sleeping with Minseok, why are you so damn jealous?”

It’s as though what Chanyeol had said flicked another switch in Yixing’s head, as he pounced on top of Chanyeol again, punching him directly in the mouth.

“Fuck it, someone throw me a taser!” Kyungsoo shouted. Junmyeon wasted no time in fulfilling Kyungsoo’s request, he ran over to where the ammunition cases were, opening one of them up, picking out a taser and throwing it towards Kyungsoo. The next thing you know, Kyungsoo was pointing it towards Yixing who began fitting momentarily and then falling limply on top of Chanyeol’s body. The room fell silent again; you were all just staring at Yixing, who a moment ago was behaving like a rabid dog. You were so dazed and only really started to begin feeling the pain in your shoulders, from the impact of him pushing you against the table.

“Show’s over! We’ll have to have this meeting tomorrow, everybody out!” Junmyeon shouted, he was frowning so angrily, it was near enough the angriest you’d ever seen him, he kicked Yixing’s limp body and stormed out of the board.
Sehun dragged Yixing’s body up and threw it over his shoulder, shaking his head.

“I’ll take him to bed. Stupid bastard…” He muttered under his breath leaving the room too. Since there really was nothing else to see, everybody began filing out of the room slowly one by one. You were behind Jongin, following him out of the door when suddenly he stopped you and pushed you back in to the room again, He was frowning at you angrily, standing directly in front of you as you leant yourself against one of the chairs. Your eyes widened. Not again.

“You’ve been having sex with Minseok haven’t you?” He huffed, crossing his hands over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently on the ground. Even though you knew you were not in the wrong, you felt intimidated and your mouth was growing dry.

“I’ve not been sleeping with him!” You whined, trying to push Jongin backwards so you could get out of the room, but it wasn’t working, he wouldn’t budge.

“But you definitely made out with him didn’t you. Me and Yixing aren’t the best of friends, but I can tell you one thing. He’s not a liar.” He paused looking down at your face; he let out a half-hearted laugh after you didn’t say anything. “I don’t believe you’d go and do this, you know how I feel. I’ve never outwardly said it, but was that necessary after I kissed you and the looks I’ve been giving you every now and then at the dinner table?”

“I’ve never reciprocated those feelings Jongin, and I’ve never let on that I like you, so don’t you even go there.”

He scoffed, giving you a less than impressed look. “You really don’t know what you’ve gone and done. You’re so much more stupid then I thought. Don’t you know what a testosterone filled man behaves like when his emotions are out of whack? You’ve allowed a handful of men in this house to have passionate physical contact with you. I hope you know how fucking messy this house is going to get. And I hope you can handle it Y/N. Congratulations babe, you’ve only just gone and started a war.” He bent down and kissed you, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth and lightly gripping your throat with his hand. But this time he wasn’t kissing because of passion, he was doing it to spite you. Almost as though he was signifying the beginning of this ‘war’ and showing you how much shit you were in. Jongin wasn’t letting this one slide. The way he was kissing you was derogatory, nothing about it felt good, in fact it felt abusive, and he knew it. That’s what he was aiming for. He withdrew his tongue from inside your mouth and pulled away from your face, giving you one last glare, he turned around and walked out of the board leaving you alone. You stood there for a while, staring down at your pyjamas, what on Earth had you started?

You hurriedly carried yourself to Minseok’s room, you needed to talk to him right now. Knocking quietly on his door, you waited looking nervously up and down the corridor to make sure nobody was lurking about. You were sure everyone was settling down to sleep right now, but you had learnt that taking extra precaution in this place was a crucial tool in aiding your survival. The door opened slowly, revealing Minseok, who was peeking around the side, his eyes widened when he saw you and he stepped aside allowing you to come in. Shutting the door behind you, he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh gosh Y/N are you okay. Yixing went crazy I’m so sorry.” You were quiet, too busy enjoying the vibrations of his voice where your head was resting on his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t step up to do anything, I couldn’t make it obvious.” You pulled away from him now, a little bit frustrated at what he said.

“Make what obvious Minseok?! It’s not like we’re actually screwing.”

“I know that…but we did make out… three times. Christ, this should never have happened, it’s such a mess.” He ran his hand through his hair in irritation.

You looked down at your legs guiltily and bit your lips anxiously, he was regretting it and it didn’t really sit well with you. Logically you knew that this was all stupid and wrong, but for some reason that you couldn’t explain, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“Jongin said I’ve started a war…” You whispered, keeping your eyes trained on your legs.

“He what?”

“He said I’ve started a war. He said I was stupid for making more than one guy feel involved with me, I’m scared I don’t know what to do. It wasn’t my intention to make them think I liked them, I wasn’t aware I was giving off that vibe, I never outwardly said I liked them, why would they just assume so?” You let out a frustrated sigh, this wasn’t fair on you. You didn’t deserve this.

“Wait, you’ve…kissed Jongin and Yixing?” Minseok frowned, it was only for a split second but you still saw it. You nodded slowly, looking at him apprehensively.

“Well yes… No.. I mean, they came onto me! But… I didn’t deny it. It was just a spur of the moment reaction thing you know. But I don’t feel anything for them. I admit I thought there was something for Yixing at one point, but I was wrong there wasn’t.”

He stared at you blankly, and the 5 second long silence felt like an eternity.
“You know Y/N we can’t do this.” Minseok shook his head. “This was all a mistake, it was my fault I should never have let you in, I should never have told you all the things about myself that I did. We need to stop this okay. The kissing it can never happen again, the hugs, these ‘moments’, they all have to stop. Don’t knock on my door again, don’t speak to me again, don’t look at me again. This was all a huge fucking mistake.” His voice was slowly raising and the tone becoming harsher.

You blinked, confused. Why was he doing this? It was crushing you.
“For fuck sake Minseok I know this isn’t love, but you don’t have to go and say all of that.”

“I know it’s not fucking love Y/N I’m not stupid, but I’m not even going to give it a chance to turn into that. The last thing I ever want in my damn life is to fall in love especially with you!” He hissed, his face was stern now and his voice was becoming harsh. You were upset, you weren’t even sure why but you just were. The fact that the relationship between you and Minseok had come all this way, from him wanting to kill you, to him wanting you to stay with him and cuddle him in bed, and now this. You were driving straight back to square one.

“So you’re telling me you never want to speak to me again, so long as we’re in this house?” You knitted your brows together; you were not going to cry. You refused to give Minseok the satisfaction of your hurt.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N, this is just one huge mistake. Now get out of my room and leave me alone. I hope you’ve received my message loud and clear because I’m never repeating this again.” He opened the door of his room and pushed you out, locking it from the inside. Your chest was heaving up and down you couldn’t even begin to put into words how angry you were, so instead you put it into action. You kicked his door as hard as you could, leaving a small dent at the bottom.

“I hate you Kim Minseok!” You half-shouted, turning around to make your way to bed. Looking up you saw Chanyeol standing there, holding a bloodied tissue to his lip.
“What the fuck are you staring at?!” You hissed, pushing past him and storming off to your room.

You woke up the next morning surprisingly well refreshed, you assumed it was due to the fact that you had let off steam that needed to be released for weeks, the second reason being that yesterday was a bit of shock for you and Minseok and so he didn’t mean anything he had said to you, it was just the only way that he thought of dealing with the issue at the time, you’d speak to him today when you had the time to. You weren’t particularly hungry that morning so you didn’t bother eating any food, you just had a shower and brushed your teeth and decided to spend the whole morning drawing animated characters in your room. It was around 1pm when you heard a light knock on your door, you opened it revealing Chanyeol on the other side. You frowned at his lip, it still looked really sore.

“I hope, that doesn’t hurt too much.”

“Ah, no actually it hurts like a bitch. I’d give it a pain rating of 12 on a scale of 10.” He smiled at you, making you smile at him back. You honestly missed the days where it was just you and Chanyeol. “Actually I just came to check on you, yesterday was a mess.”

“Well I’m fine, thanks for checking.” You said, about to close your door, when he stopped it with his foot.

“And… I was wondering if you wanted to go out somewhere, for the day. We haven’t done ‘being best friends’ for centuries.” He threw some finger quotes in the air. “Besides, I thought it might help you take your mind of things.”
You smiled softly; Chanyeol was always looking out for you. It was true since the night at the club and the day you first came here, you and Chanyeol hadn’t done anything together like you usually would and it would be a huge lie to say that you didn’t miss it. It had always been you and Chanyeol against the world, besides it would be nice to finally get some daylight and fresh air, otherwise you’d turn into a vampire some time soon. You nodded your head, skipping over to the side to slip on your shoes and back over to Chanyeol again. You followed him down the corridor, towards the board when Jongdae came out from nowhere.

“Oi Chanyeol!” He was wearing a huge smile on his face. “We’re going to the club tonight, you coming or nah?”

“No. I’m busy the whole day.” Chanyeol said pointing at you.

Jongdae raised his eyebrows and smiled again. “Your loss. We’re. Going. To. Get. Some. Whores.” He laughed and skipped down the corridor. That was the happiest that you had ever seen Jongdae, how thirsty was he to sleep with a female?
Chanyeol rolled his eyes.

“Wait here Y/N, I’m going to get hats and masks we can’t be seen, okay?”

You nodded, rocking back and forth on your heels and toes waiting for him to return.

“Alright, ready?” He asked, holding up the items in his hands. “Let’s go.”

You went everywhere with Chanyeol that afternoon, Shopping for a few bits and pieces, then to a burger bar that you had wanted to try a year ago but you never had time for, after the two of you ate you watched a film at the cinema and then he took you to a dessert parlour if you weren’t full already, you definitely were now.
It was getting dark now, the sky was a beautiful dark purple/blue with streaks of orange and you felt so calm. He was right it really took your mind off of all of the built up tension you had been experiencing and it just felt so lovely to spend some quality time with Chanyeol again. You got into the SUV and were waiting to go home, only to recognise that you were being driven the opposite way.

“Chan, where are you taking us?” You sat up peering out of the window at the passing trees and lampposts on the pavement beside you.

“It’s a secret.” He said locking the doors, keeping one hand on the steering wheel; he stretched over opening the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of Chloroform. Your eyes opened wide.

“Oh my God Chanyeol! No! Stop it!” You screamed.

“I’m joking Y/N!” He laughed putting the chloroform back into the compartment and unlocking the doors again. Tears of laughter stream down his eyes.

“Chanyeol, that wasn’t funny, you bastard!” You punched him in the thigh.

“Ouch!” He shouted, whilst laughing. “But you should’ve seen your face, it was priceless!”

You tried hard to keep your face scrunched up, but you ended up laughing too. Oh how you had missed Chanyeol.

“Okay we’re here.” He pulled up onto a patch of grass, next to what looked like a shed. You got out of the car a little apprehensively, looking around; you were on a road of what looked abandoned cottages. You had never seen this place in your life. Chanyeol removed a key from his pocket, unlocking the padlock and pulling you inside the shed. He clicked a switch and suddenly a multitude of fairly lights switched on. There was a bed in the middle and cushions everywhere, you stared around in awe, it was so beautiful in here and the lights made it all the more magical.

“Chanyeol…” You were breathless, in the most positive way in a long time. “What is this place? It’s beautiful.”

He smiled up at you, kicking his shoes off and dragging you onto the bed beside him. “I knew you’d like it. It’s my place; it’s like a little getaway, when I need space this is where I come. I thought it would be nice for us to come here and speak and just chill out, what do you think?”
You hugged him tightly.

“Yes Chanyeol, this is amazing thank you!” He laughed into your hair, the both of you making yourself comfortable on the bed.
“You know, I feel like a Pokémon master.” You laughed

“What?” Chanyeol raised a brow.

“Well because since I’ve been here I feel like I keep ‘unlocking’ these new characters, you guys keep telling me things about yourself that I never knew and it’s like you’ve evolved into these new people, it’s really weird. The only people that I’ve not unlocked further into are Jongdae, Yixing…and you Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol laughed. “You know everything about me already Y/N. There’s no more unlocking to do.” You raised an eyebrow at him, but taking his word for it you let it go.
“So tell me what you’ve been unlocking then?” He asked sitting up and pulling you closer to him.

“Well…” You thought for a while, resting your head against his shoulder. “I know how Kyungsoo’s parent’s preferred Babu over him; Sehun’s mum died in his arms, poor kid. Kris Baekhyun and Jongin are apparently now all related. And all that jazz.” You smiled up at Chanyeol, you felt nostalgic, it felt like you were 15 all over again and you were hanging out in your room after school.

“Hmmm. I also hear you’ve been unlocking hearts, lips and…your virginity. Is that true.” You sat up removing your head from his shoulders and rolled your eyes.

“Chanyeol, for fucks sake I thought we came here to get away from that. And no! I didn’t sleep with Minseok, ‘that’ has not been unlocked yet. I swear on Quinn, you should believe me Chan, you out of all people!”

“Okay, I believe you. But what about the kissing, can you swear on Quinn for that?” He asked, raising a brow.
You looked down at your lap and shook your head lightly. You heard him let out a sigh. “So I assume you kissed Yixing as well then.”

“…and Jongin” You whispered.

“For fuck sake Y/N, what’s wrong with you?” You were beginning to get angry at Chanyeol now, who was he to get mad at you it was none of his business who you kissed in the first place, and it wasn’t the way he thought it was. You hated this situation it made you look like the player, like a whore but that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t like that.

“Why do you care Chanyeol, it’s not your business anyway!” You hissed.

He laughed at you disbelievingly, “Of course it’s my business, if it involves you it concerns me Y/N! They’re not good for you! None of them are, they would never know how to treat a woman like you Y/N they’re too damaged to cater to your needs, they don’t know the first thing about you! I mean Minseok tried to kill you for fuck sake, what were you thinking?! He’ll never treat you like the Princess you are Y/N, none of them will!”

“Why are you being like this Chanyeol?! It’s not like I’m in love with Minseok, for fucks sake it was a kiss, and it was a mistake! Why are you being so defensive?!”

“Good and I’m glad it’s not love. He’s not allowed to love you. No one is. No one is but me!”

You frowned at Chanyeol, not catching on to what he was saying, and suddenly he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you on the lips, his lips were warm and soft and it was gentle, but no, this isn’t what you wanted.

“No! Chanyeol what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

“I LOVE YOU Y/N HOW HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THAT?!” he screamed at you standing up from the bed and looming over you.

“You’re like a brother to me Chanyeol, why would I see you in such an inappropriate way?!” Your head was spinning. This is not the type of ‘unlocking’ you wanted to do.

“10 years Y/N! 10 fucking years! And you think all I wanted to do was be friends. Okay yes, I admit at first that’s all it was, but from the age of 18 it wasn’t all so innocent anymore, I wanted you in more way than one. To love you in more way than one! Because I know how to treat you properly, I know what makes you happy, how to make you smile when you’re feeling sad, how to comfort you when you’re upset. How have you never noticed that Y/N? HOW?”
Tears were streaming down his face at this point and he was shaking violently.
“And now you’re throwing all of my love away, for one of these pieces of shits that you’ve barely known for two minutes. Are you fucking kidding me?!” He walked over to the wall ripping the fairy lights from it, and throwing them down onto the bed behind you.

“Why are you telling me this?! WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS CHANYEOL?! Why would you go and fuck our friendship up now, 10 years Chanyeol, 10 YEARS! I want to go home, now! NOW!”
You grabbed on your shoes, and ran out of the shed to the car. You both got into the car not saying a word to each other, the silence was the most deafening and excruciating you had ever experienced, and neither of you were attempting to break it any time soon.

When you got back to the house it smelt like alcohol, you forgot about the boys having a club outing. One of the things you hated. You saw a drunken half naked Baekhyun crawling on the floor laughing loudly and no one in particular, and Jongdae pressed up on a wall with his tongue halfway down a girls throat. Great. Drunk people, something else you hated. You were still shaking from earlier and were trying desperately hard to not cry, all you needed right now was to be comforted and there was only one person who was going to give that to you. Minseok.

 You walked up to his room, a shaking mess, but when you got to his door you froze in your spot. You could hear a female; calling out Minseok’s name. The calls sounded euphoric and you knew what was going on, but because you were naive and disbelieving you pressed your ear to the door, to convince yourself that it wasn’t true, but you only hurt yourself more. You heard grunting and moaning and more name calling.

Minseok brought a whore home.

You felt your heart crumbling inside your chest as you stood there with your mouth agape, you were paralysed in your spot.

You heard footsteps behind you and a sarcastic laugh, causing you to turn your head around. Standing there was a tipsy Yixing, holding half a glass of alcohol in his hand, he took a swig from his cup and smiled at you cruelly.

“I told you Minseok would only go and hurt you. You should’ve fucking listened.”

Ultimatum ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: smut !!, oral (female receiving), language, cheating

request/scenario: a friends with benefits relation with peter behind your boyfriend’s back, eventually, peter became tired with being just that

It was around nightfall and you were spending your schedule with your boyfriend who was paying his annual visitation at your city, and would proceed to flee back to his university dormitory. Though you didn’t take delight with his once-a-year visit, you couldn’t protest, particularly at how he horribly treats you.

To the point where he generally disregards you and continues to inform you about his day. It was frankly a toxic relationship, specifically after discovering that he undoubtedly cheated on you with a girl in his university, multiple times. Nevertheless you didn’t give a fuck because likewise you were sneaking a friends with benefit relationship behind his back with a boy in your class, Peter Parker.

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What was it like

vitalpen submitted: 

cyber-flow’s dream piece made me really want to explore Henry and Bendy’s states of mind a bit.  I thought since you’re already inundated with stuff, I might as well add to the pile.

“WAIT!”  Henry held up his hand, stopping and bending over, hands on his knees, heaving gasps of air.  He hurt all over, even being a toon didn’t stop an old injury or two from flaring up a little.

Bendy skidded to a stop, face locked in an unfriendly glare.  He lowered his axe a little.  “What?!”

“Five… minutes,” Henry got out between gulps of air, “just give me five minutes for Pete’s sake.”

Bendy was about to deny him on reflex, but when he actually looked at the old man, the “old” really showed.  Henry was old.  So he put the axe head down and leaned against the handle, rolling up a sleeve that he only sometimes had and checking a watch that would only exist until time was up.  “Fine.  Five minutes.”

Henry didn’t thank him.  He just leaned back slowly against a wall, and breathed.

They stayed there like that for a moment, awkwardly silent, each trying to acknowledge the other’s presence without directly stating it.  One would cast a glance to the other for a moment, accidentally catch their eye, and then quickly look away.  In the end, it was Henry that broke the silence.

“So what was it like?”

He didn’t have to say what “it” was.

In response, Bendy] sat down against the opposite wall.  He leaned the axe next to him and brought his knees in. “You ever have nothin’ happen to you for twenty-odd years?”  He asked.  “You ever sit in one place and collect dust while the world forgets about you?”  The toon dropped his gaze to the floor.  “First you start feeling like you don’t matter anymore.  Then, after a while, you start wonderin’ if you ever really did.  If any of the people who made you, the guys who got you famous, who you owe everything, ever actually cared.”  He kicked the floor, “At first you think, ‘they gotta, right?  Why do it at all if they don’t?’ and sure that works for the first few years, but ya keep markin’ tallies on days, it doesn’t any more.  Then you start wondering what they did see in you.  Maybe you were always just a meal ticket.”

Henry opened his mouth to speak, but Bendy silenced him with a look.  The devil clearly wasn’t finished.

“And ya fight it.  Ya fight it every step of the way.  You tell yourself over and over again that there’s a good reason.  That they didn’t just drop you because they got bored.  That they really loved ya.  But no one who knows is around to say that.  Not you, not Joey, not Sammy…” his head dropped again.  “Nobody.”

He stood up again.  “So you start getting angry.  You start asking yourself what you did.  Why did you deserve to get thrown away like this?  And that’s a road with one ending.  Sure you’ll branch off for a while, maybe make up a mistake here or there to make it all fit.  But once you start you got one destination: right back where you freakin’ started.  It wasn’t you.  You didn’t make a mistake.  So why?  Why did everyone decide to just leave?”

He grabbed the axe.  “And then, one day, you get an answer.  Someone comes back.  The man who started it all, Joey Drew himself.  And he tells you the one thing that you never wanted to hear.”

“That we didn’t care,” Henry wasn’t surprised.  Joey was always passionate about the job, sometimes to an unhealthy degree.

“BINGO!” Bendy roared, making Henry jump.  “And now that you finally faced the truth, that your creators, your parents, are nothing but a bunch of dead beat scumbags, you start burning up.  You start getting madder than you ever thought possible.  Those has-beens decided to up and leave after they got theirs and all still got to come out the winner.  And you’re left in a run-down studio with nothing!”  He buried the axe blade in the wall to punctuate the sentence.  With that done, he turned back to Henry, looking him dead in the eye as he sat back down.

“That’s what it was like.”

Once more, they sat in silence for a while.

Bendy was the one to break it this time.  “Your turn.”

“Huh?”  Henry raised an eyebrow at the toon.

“I just spilled my guts about the worst thing that ever happened to me.  Now it’s your turn.”

Henry’s vision unfocused as he thought about what to say.  A few faces came to mind.  “I know people who are collecting dust right now.”  His eyes cleared, seeing Bendy’s quizzical expression. 

“They called it ‘battle fatigue’.  It’s what happens to you after you get back.  The smallest things can set it off.  Someone drops something, it makes a loud bang, and suddenly I’m taking heavy fire, trying to stop another guy from bleeding to death while bombshells are going off all around us.”  He stretched out one leg and massaged it a little, “I’ll see someone walking around on crutches because they’re missing a leg, and I’ll think of all the times that was almost me.”  He stopped.  “Then there’s the nightmares.  Those aren’t ever going away.  Even if they cure me completely while I’m awake, I’ll always dream of tanks, gunpowder, and blood.  I’ll see faces staring at me, nothing in their eyes, mouths slightly agape.  Then I’ll wake up in a cold sweat and never get back to sleep.”

Henry stood up now, pacing slowly.  “I don’t have the worst.  I only go back every once in a while.  Most of the time I’m alright.  But I know a few guys…” he stopped, feeling the lump in his throat.  In a vain attempt to keep Bendy from seeing, he lowered his head.  “They’re in padded cells, collecting dust while the world forgets about them.  The ones that only have a few moments of clarity before they’re back in the fight, praying to whoever’s listening that they’ll live.  They barely come out because if they lose it when there’s people around, they might kill someone.”  Tears blurred his sight, turning Bendy into an amorphous black shape.  “And you want to know the rub?”

Bendy was almost afraid to ask.  “What’s the rub?”

“Those guys are the lucky ones.”  A humorless laugh forced its way through Henry’s lips.  “They came back,” his voice finally cracked, and Henry was left astonished at his own voice.  Vivid images of friends screaming behind steel doors, struggling in a straight jacket, or lying motionless on the battlefield flooded his mind.  He could hear the echoes of far off explosions, still too close to feel safe.  Desperate orders were shouted from all sides, telling them to pull back, to push forward, to find cover.  His feet were cold and wet, his back and shoulders ached from the heavy gear.  His front was covered in dirt from lying down to avoid fire.  Soil kicked up all around him as bullets hailed down.  Someone shouted ‘grenade’, the sound of it was cut off by ringing in his ears.  It took him a second to feel the throbbing in his leg.  It wouldn’t move.  Every moment, evert bullet, every bomb, it all came back so easily.  Someone called his name.  He couldn’t answer.  He didn’t have the energy to move.  They called it again.  And again.  Henry.  Henry…

“HENRY!” Bendy slapped the man as hard as he could, bringing him back to the present.

For a second Henry could only stare, wide-eyed, mouth open, at the little imp.  Henry noticed his pupils had gone off model again, and he had tears at the corners of his eyes.

“You had me scared half to death, ya crazy jerk!”  The toon yelled at him.  “You were just sittin’ there, starin’ through me like I was a sketch!  You wouldn’t answer me, you wouldn’t blink, you just started cryin’!  I thought you’d lost it!”  Seeing Henry comprehending his words again, Bendy’s legs turned to jelly with relief and he slumped down next to his former animator.

“Sorry.”  Henry didn’t know what else to say.

“Is uh, is it always like that?”

The man shook his head slowly, eyes half-closed.  “Depends on what triggers it.”

The toon had nothing.  No witty commentary, no pranks, gags, jokes, nothing.  There was nothing funny about what he’d just seen on Henry’s face.  For the third time, they sat silently.  It was Henry’s turn to break it, he did so with a snore.

Without much ceremony, Bendy stood up.  He checked his watch: ten minutes.  "The mood’s gone anyway.“

The axe came out of the wall with one tug.  Bendy cast one last glance to the disheveled man and walked away.

“We both came out the loser, didn’t we, Henry?”

AW JEEZ.  If only this would happen, if only they’d just sit down and talk to each other!  I could see things ending a lot better and sooner for the whole studio if only something like this would happen!!

I hate you │6

Originally posted by kuromel

summary:  Jungkook breaks your heart
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst 
word count: 2.5k
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: Thank you, everyone, for your support and encouragement, I really don’t deserve you, “I hate you 5″ hit  250+ likes. Hopefully, this part even though it’s just a filler will not disappoint you either. The next one is going to be juicier and will take awhile, so I’ll post it by 08.07.2017. P.S don’t hesitate to message me anytime, I love reading your feedback! (good or bad)

“You should go with us, it’ll be fun”-Ava told you as she tried on yet another dress

“I don’t want to be a third wheel, just leave me out this once, I won’t be mad”-you replied to her when she invited you to go to a party with her and Jimin.

“Don’t be stupid, there will be plenty other people you know, you never get to hang out with them, now you have a chance”

“I know that I just don’t want it to get awkward, especially after you ditched me to go with Jimin twice in a row”-you teased Ava

“Well, I apologized for that, but it wasn’t planned, it happened spontaneously, both times”-said Ava with slight shame for leaving you alone still apparent in her voice. You decided going to the party was worth a shot, especially because you desperately wanted to see Jungkook. 

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Serial Killer AU(Part 5)

Here we go again! What a nice smutty and fluffy chapter we had last time huh? Lol, the calm before the storm. The next part will probably take a couple more days to be written cause it is the ending.

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Marinette was what one would consider way too relaxed for someone who was on the way to a crime scene. It had been the first one in three weeks and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Since a certain night on the roof, the mysterious murder stopped appearing. Every person in the department was on the edge about something big happening, something unexpected. And it seemed like it came. When they got the call, the person o the other side said they can’t just explain it through the phone. They had to come and see by themselves. Tikki was gritting her teeth, obviously not happy with the development. Marinette bit her lip. It couldn’t have been Adrien. He texted her telling her he was working on a special project just half an hour ago.

Once they reached their destination, the technical crew along with Marinette and Tikki got out of the car and headed towards the side alley. The crowd was already restricted on that sidewalk and the road had been blocked save for the police force. When they reached the murder scene, Marinette felt her heart beginning to beat frantically. On the side of the alley, across the wall nine people were hanging, their bodies impaled on the building in such a way that it formed a huge heart.

So that was the special project.

Tikki was barking orders left and right, but Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off the wall. Anger aside, she couldn’t help, but feel a little flattered. Hell knows how much time he spent putting this plan together to create this thing when it wasn’t even dark outside. She will still kick his ass for this, though, no matter how flattering it was.

Marinette was raging. She slammed the door of Adrien’s flat behind her as she walked in the living room. He was just taking off his mask when she stormed in. He glanced at her surprised before a smile took over his features. It looked rather odd when he only had his cat lenses without the mask.

“Princess! So good to see – ouch.” he settled his palm over his cheek and looked at her surprised. “What did I do to deserve that slap?”

Marinette was fuming. “Nine people at once? Are you insane?”

He shrugged. “No, I wouldn’t say so.”

Marinette glared at him, before her eyes changed to something he couldn’t quite place. A mix of sadness and exasperation. “Why are you doing all this?”

“Oh, buginette. You are still focusing too much on me and not enough on them in this whole.thing.” he leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to her forehead. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to wash all the scum off me. There is sole meunière in the fridge if you are hungry.”

Marinette watched him disappear behind the bathroom’s door with a frown on her face.

Checking the background of the victim was a downright nightmare. She got special permission from the département de l'information to use their database. Adrien’s words were haunting her. What in the world was about those people that she wasn’t focusing on? The research of the deceased hadn’t gone too far, that was true. They had no close relationship or family, their job situation was nothing out of normal, neighbors confirmed there was nothing that could give off the vibe of a conflict with anybody. After she realized it is Adrien doing all this, she thought it made sense. She knew all he had been through with losing both his parents and she was sure he would never pull someone else through that pain. So what was about these people that made him kill them. Adrien never showed any tendencies to criminal, let alone homicidal behavior. She was missing a key piece here and he had given her a vital clue. There was something about these people. Marinette kept scrolling through the file. Until she found something that made bile rise in her throat. Opening a new tab, she accessed the file of another victim. Her eyes bugged out. She kept going through the different files, feeling both sick, but also satisfied enough she finally got a pattern.

Marinette leaned back in her chair with a sigh. Pulling out the phone that wasn’t tracked by the services, she dialed Adrien’s number.

“Ma choupinette!” Adrien’s cheery voice exclaimed through the speaker. “How are you?”

“It’s not your place to serve them justice,” Marinette stated, getting directly into the topic. “There are authorized institutions to do that.”

“You finally caught up! How sweet of you, ma minette, but do answer a question of mine. Did they do their oh so called job?”

Marinette bit her lip. They didn’t. All of the cases were swept under the rug and the identity of the assailants was kept anonymous or simply declared unknown to the public, even though they were very much known by the people in charge of the investigations. Still, it didn’t justify murder. “There are international organizations that could have taken care of it then.”

“And who would have brought it to them when they are kept secret by the people who were supposed to solve them, huh?” Marinette’s shoulder fell. He was right. “Admit it, princess. They would have never been brought to justice. Someone had to do something.”

Marinette inhaled. He had a point, but… “Over ten people, in two months. Do you know what will happen if you get caught with murdering all these people?”

She didn’t need to be there with him to know he was smirking smugly. “Good thing that I won’t be caught. Also, buginette, please, let’s not refer to those things as people.”

Correct. She shivered in disgust just thinking about the reports. Yet, there was still something out of place. “How did you get all the information from? How do you know how to find these people?”

“Oh. A wise old turtle is kind enough to guide me when it comes to that.”

Marinette frowned, before sighing, not sure what to do or say anymore. “Why all the love declarations? And your oh so called gifts.”

Adrien chuckled. “Oh, my declarations of love were as honest as they could be. And well, didn’t you know cats bring corpses as gifts for their loved ones?”

“You are not a cat.” Marinette stated, somewhere between amused and worried.

“I’m your cat. And… wait, hold on.” Marinette tapped her fingers against the desk as the noises of Adrien speaking with someone else echoed through the speaker. “I have to go buginette. We have a midnight photoshoot for a new perfume. I’m sure we can continue our little chat another time. See you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah. See you.”

“Go home and sleep, mon cœur. Je t'aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” she said before closing the call.

Marinette fell on her mattress with a heavy sigh. Her whole body was screaming from how much she had stayed awake. It was well past three when she arrived back from the department. Both her heart and head felt heavy and her moral compass was spinning like crazy.

There was only one thing she was sure of. It can’t continue like this.

Paris was terrified. People who would never be targeted by Chat Noir were too scared to go out of the house. It was a constant state of panic that took much out of the life of the city. But at the same time, Adrien had a very good point. If no one was bringing these people to justice through the legal means, then someone had to do something.  It didn’t surprise her at all Adrien would like to bring justice, hell knows she wanted too. But killing something just doesn’t come without a toll on your mental state. Adrien needed help.

Marinette covered her face with her palms, trying to concentrate on something on anything that could solve this whole mess that was going on. She wasn’t sure how much she stayed like that, one thousand different scenarios and outcomes running through her mind. Blinking a couple of times, she took her phone off the night desk. After a quick search, Marinette nodded, knowing what she had to do.

Yet, she couldn’t help, but open her phone gallery, checking or a specific picture. She took in the contents, beaming smiles, and happiness. Who would have guessed they will end up in this situation? Marinette run her fingers over the screen of her phone. She could feel tears pricking at her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”



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Save Me (M) [Final]

Originally posted by jengkook

[Part 1]

Warnings: Blood mention, extremely descriptive violence, Vampie!Jungkook making me upset, smut

Word Count: 16,036

You lay spread eagle on top of your matress, eyes wide and focused on the ceiling you couldn’t see, lack of sleep stinging at the backs of your eyes. Jungkook had walked you home and left you at the door a good two hours ago, watching you with curious eyes, but smiling as he waved you off. It had taken every bit of your willpower to keep yourself from thinking about what Yoongi had told you at the bar; they were questions you wanted answers to, but were afraid to ask. Hell, you didn’t even know what to ask, really. But now, they were eating away at you; keeping sleep tantalizingly close, but still too far out of reach. You had no choice, really.

You rolled over onto your stomach, the sounds of your mattress’ springs making small noises of protest beneath your movements. You reached out for your cellphone, the sound of it ringing just before your fingers brushed it causing you to gasp in surprise. The name on the screen was just as big of a surprise, although it really shouldn’t have been.

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SF!Paps x Reader Fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot
For @artsietango
SFW SF!Paps x Reader smooch/ confession

Papyrus came in every day, like clockwork, and ordered a shot of whiskey and a bottle of barbecue sauce.  

You’d been working at Muffet’s for several months now, and despite the fact that it was monster-run (and that the job had taken you a considerable amount of courage to accept with your arachnophobia), your presence as a human had helped draw a more diverse crowd.  Muffet mixed the drinks with a deft, practiced speed that only someone with three sets of arms could possess, while you carried a platter of drinks from table to table, and numerous little spiders took pastries and burgers to customers from a network of webs in the top of the tavern.  

And every day since you started, Papyrus would walk in and sit at the same seat in the same booth and order the same thing.  

You slide the barbecue sauce to him as you pass his table and wink.  Papyrus usually chuckles and calls you saucy, but this time, he doesn’t even acknowledge you.  He’s got his hood pulled up, and he’s looking down at the table, his usual laid-back grin pulled into a grim line.  The expression startles you enough that you falter in your steps and cause the tray to unbalance, a few drinks sliding along the edge of your platter.  Hurriedly, you correct yourself before they spill and keep going, but you’re distracted as you distribute your orders.

What was wrong with him?

By the time you make it back around to his table, he’s already got two empty shot glasses in front of him, and three spiders are bringing a third glass down the web.  "Hey, Rus.  You didn’t even say hi to me,“ you state lightly, trying to rib him into a response.

His phalanges close around the shot glass, and he shrugs lightly.  His posture’s slouched, with his elbows on the table.  "hey.  sorry,” he mutters, holding up the whiskey to stare unseeingly at it.  

“You’re really pounding them back,” you observe, trying to tread lightly.  Usually, your friend is full of jokes and flirtatious remarks.  You’ve never seen him in a mood this sullen.

He hums, though the sound is nearly lost in the music playing from the jukebox.  "jus’ needed somethin’ to whiskey me away for a bit,“ he murmurs, before taking the shot.  He chases it with a swig of barbecue sauce, straight from the bottle.  You’ve never understood the appeal, and it doesn’t seem to be a monster thing.  But it’s definitely a Rus thing.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He finally turns his head to look at you, his orange eyelights shifting along your body, up to your face.  When his gaze locks with yours, you see resignation flash through his expression, before it hardens.  "actually, yeah, i–“

"Hey!  You!  Can I get my drinks here or what?”

You turn to face a group of humans sitting at the booth across from Papyrus’s.  They look like a rowdy crew to you, but you know you have to keep your smile on your face when you address them if you want to keep them placated.  "I’ll be with you in just a moment,“ you insist in your Professional Voice, which only makes another one of the men sigh.

"We’ve been waiting forever, but those creepy spiders aren’t coming!”

Ugh.  You turn toward Papyrus, but he’s already shaking his head and taking another gulp of his barbecue sauce.  "work’s callin’ you,“ he states the obvious.

He’s right.  If it wasn’t a Friday night, you’d have a better chance of being able to sit and talk to him.  "I’ll be right back,” you promise with a sigh, before turning and going to collect the human group’s order from the bar.  

When you reach the humans, you place your platter on the edge of their table to balance it.  "Okay, so who ordered what?“

One of the men grins.  "Why don'tcha guess?”

You really don’t have time for this.  "I really don’t know.  Did you have the bourbon and coke?“

The group laughs; apparently, you got it wrong.  

One of the man’s buddies leans in.  "What kind of drink do you like, babe?”  His eyes flick up and down your body.  "Sex on the beach?“

Ugh.  Keep your smile on your face; you’re representing the entire establishment when you serve someone.  Muffet taught you that–and if the customers decided to leave, your pay would end up docked.  The spider monster happened to be fiercely competitive, likely because of the bakery that had opened up across the street.  Apparently, Muffet and Grillby had some sort of bad history Underground. 

You laugh without any feeling behind it and shake your head.  "So you must be the one that ordered the Screwdriver,” you state tightly, moving the drink in front of him.  The others laugh, and you take a moment to cut your gaze toward Papyrus’s booth.  He’s staring at you directly, another empty shot glass in front of him, his expression blank and unreadable.  It’s difficult to even see his eyelights within his sockets at this point.  

This is taking too long.

“And you must have the Magic Night,” you guess randomly, sliding one of the cocktails with magic liquor in front of another human.  It crackles and fizzles, swirling with purples and reds.  

“So what’re you doing after work?  I can show you a real magic night,” the human states with a smirk and a brow wag, while his buddies laugh and shout exaggerated ’Oooohhh!’s

Your smile tightens.  "I doubt that,“ you shoot back before you can stop yourself, which wipes the smirk right off his face and causes the others to shove him with more exaggerated shouts.  They’re obviously already drunk.  

"Ouch.  Well, I could at least buy you one,” the man offers, holding up his magic cocktail for emphasis.  

“I’m sorry, but I–”  you glance back toward Papyrus… only to spot him walking out of the bar.  Your heart sinks, and you start unloading the rest of the drinks randomly onto the table.  "I have to go.“

You rush toward the front doors, calling out to the bouncer (a hamster monster in a leather, studded jacket), "I’m taking my break!”

You burst through the doors and spot Papyrus leaning against the building, a lit dog treat between his teeth.  Purple smoke curls around his face, and your steps begin to slow as you approach.  "Rus, I thought you wanted to talk.“  Your voice is slightly shaky.

"ya seemed busy tonight,” he replies with a shrug, holding the dog treat between his index and middle phalanges.  “’sides, it’s nothin’ really.”

Your chest clenches; you hate seeing him like this, so unlike the grinning pun-master you’ve come to befriend… and have a huge crush on.  Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, gripping the thick fabric of his jacket.  His eyelights shift down to your fingers, staring at them, and you begin to feel self-conscious.  Usually, he’s all about physical contact and casual touches.  

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Rus.”

He flicks ashes on the sidewalk.  Standing outside, this close, you could smell just how heavily the alcohol is clinging to him.  It’s obvious now that he had been drinking before he even came to Muffet’s.  “jus’ somethin’ m’lord said to me today that’s been on my mind.”

You relax slightly.  You’re getting somewhere now.  “What did Sans say?”

Papyrus shrugs the opposite shoulder.  “it’s busy in there.  you should be gettin’ back.”

“No,” you blurt, hard enough that his gaze immediately flies to your face.  You know that your expression has hardened, your grip on his jacket tightening with your resolve.  “They can wait.  I don’t care.”

There’s an instant where his gaze searches yours for something, but you’re not sure what he’s hoping to find.  Then, he rather abruptly snags your waist with his arm and twists around the corner of the building, reversing your positions so that your back’s against the brick and he’s got one arm above your head, supporting his weight as he looms over you.  The alley is dark enough that you can see his orange eyelights clearly glowing in their dark sockets, and you can smell a mixture of alcohol and smoky barbecue permeating from his breath.  

Instantly, your breath catches in your throat.  His arm is still around your waist, trapped between your back and the wall, and now both of your hands are fisted in the front of his jacket.  

“but you care about me?”  

The query catches you by surprise enough that you forgot the last sentence that you had said, instead wondering if he’d somehow picked up on your crush.  Your face flushes hot, but you hold his gaze, taking in the sight of his sardonic smirk.  It wasn’t his usual flirtatious one–no, this one looked off, almost cruel.  Was he mocking your feelings?

Or mocking the possibility?

“Of course I do, Rus,” you evenly reply, lifting your chin ever-so-slightly.  A challenge.  “If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering me, too.”

That seems to catch him off-guard; the smirk fades around the edges, the sides of his teeth twitching.  “heh, you sure ya wanna know?”

“Papyrus.”  Your hand moves up to cup his cheekbone as you say his full name, and his eyelights seem to glow even brighter.  His face tilts into your palm.  “Just talk to me.  Please.”

“ok.”  He sucks in a breath.  His fingers have wiggled beneath the hem of your shirt to trace idle patterns across your skin.  It’s not the first time he’s done this during your flirtatious moments, but it feels so much more intimate in this moment.  “humans and monsters really don’t mix in the long run, ya’know?”  You blink, sucking in a breath to refute him, but Papyrus shakes your hand off his cheek and continues.  “’specially skeleton monsters.  we’re a buncha bones, like a zombie or some kinda halloween decoration.  so why would a human want to be with a spooky skeleton when they could have their pick of any normal human out there?”  He shrugs, his fingers pressing into your skin, feeling the spinous processes of your spine.  “it jus’ sucks.”

His gaze focuses on yours, and he leans in closer, his face only a few inches from yours.  

“‘specially since there’s a human i’m really attached to.  i could probably get ‘em to jump my bones if i tried hard enough, sure, but… they’re not that kinda person.  they deserve better than that.”

His smirk has completely faded, and you feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach.  You’re looking at him with wide eyes, slowly processing the implications.  Your hand’s even still hovering near his face.  He starts to shake his head slightly and pull back, but you grip onto the front of his jacket again and stop him from moving away.  


He freezes, his hand at your back stilling.  You’ve never been the one to make the first move, but dammit, you can’t let this opportunity go to waste.  You tug sharply on the front of his jacket and lean away from the wall at the same time, pressing your lips to his teeth.  He’s completely caught off-guard and stumbles back a step (okay, maybe you put a little too much momentum into the kiss when you pushed away from the wall–whoops), but his arm immediately tightens around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.  You try to put all of your reassurances, all of your feelings for him, into that kiss.  

And then you pull away, your face burning and your lips numb from the tingle of his teeth.  He smirks suddenly, and it’s finally a smirk you recognize on his features–teasing and confident.  “hey, ya’know what they say ‘bout assumin’, dont’cha?”

Oh shit.

Your heart drops.  You begin to backpedal.  “Shit, shit, sorry, I–”

Papyrus starts to chuckle, backing you against the wall again.  His forehead touches yours.  “darlin’, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, ya know that?  ‘course i was talkin’ about you.”

You groan.  Your heart’s hammering in your chest.  “Ha, ha.  Why don’t you stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“ah, so you’re jus’ tryin’ to get tips from your best customer.  i see what that kiss was about now.”

Your arm winds around his neck, and you kiss him straight on the smirk.  He holds onto you tighter, forcing your back to arch away from the wall, pulling your body flush with his.  The sweater he always wears is too thick for you to feel his bones, but your fingers play with the ridges of his neck, and you feel his teeth part your lips.  Something slips into your mouth, warm and crackling with electric magic, and you realize it’s his tongue.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you never knew it would feel that amazing.  Your body feels hot and tingly, and your heart is pounding so forcefully against your sternum that you’re certain he can feel it, too.  

You’re drunk off his kiss–or maybe just the lingering taste of whiskey in his mouth.  You suddenly remember just how drunk he is and pull back.  His mouth immediately moves to your neck, his orange tongue sliding down your skin, sending delightful tingles straight to your chest.  Your fingernails involuntarily scrape his vertebrae, and he groans.  

“Rus.  Rus, wait.  Were you drinking because Sans said something about me not wanting a monster?”

He pauses, his tongue receding so that only his teeth rested against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.  “eh–somethin’ like that.”  He shrugged, but didn’t move away from you.  “not like it isn’t the truth, i jus’…”  He trails off, obviously trying to censor himself despite his filter being partially down from the booze.  

“It’s not true.  What, you think I just want a quickie in the alley?”

“heh, ya mean this isn’t you just throwin’ me a bone?”  He lifts his head enough to smirk again.  

“Nope.  I like you, Rus.  I’d like to give the whole dating thing a try, if that’s something you’d want.”  

Good lord, you’ve never been this direct before–but after his admissions, you feel like it’s necessary to spell it out.  

“ok.  i’ll be your bonefriend,” he agrees, his smirk turning shit-eating.  You shake your head, laughing.  It always comes so easy when you’re around him.  

“Great.  Now that this is settled, wanna come back inside?  My break’s been over for a while now.”

“sure, i could go for another drink or two.”  He finally steps away, letting you step out of the alley on wobbly legs.  Just like that, everything between you both had changed.  It felt different, putting a label on the mutual feelings you shared, as if everyone could see the charge between both of you now.  

Your face is still blood-red when you re-enter Muffet’s, and you feel the eyes of the booth-ful of humans land on you again.  Papyrus instantly slips his arm around your shoulders, narrowing his gaze on them.  You remember the way he had looked through you while they flirted with you, the way he had obviously been thinking about what his brother said earlier, that you would end up with another human.  

And you turn and rock up on the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheekbone.  It actually lights up a soft orange, his eyesockets widening at the brazen display of affection.  

“I’m all yours,” you reassure him, before you step out of his possessive hold so that you can continue your shift.  

He chuckles, his usual lazy smirk more tender than usual.  

“darlin’, that’s my line.” 

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im-not-a-crack-pot  asked:

Can I get JonDami wedding fluff with Dick crying in the background because HIS LITTLE BOY IS GETTING MARRIED Bonus: Bruce is also crying and Clark and Alfred tease him about it.

There you go :D It turned out more batfamily centric rather than damijon centric, but the fluff and the tears all are there!

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The door opens with a violent swing, and Alfred looks up only to blink at the tall man all dressed in white who strides towards him immediately afterwards.

“Master Damian?”, he calls out, surprise in his voice. “Not that I don’t appreciate your company, but should you not be somewhere else right now? On an altar, maybe?”

“I should, yes”, Damian admits with a frown, then he sighs and promptly plops down on the floor next to his grandfather’s wheelchair. The old butler smiles.

“Ah, is this a case of what they call cold feet then?”, he teases.

Damian only acknowledges the sarcasm with a huff and leans down to rests his head on Alfred’s leg.

“My feet are adequately warm, Alfred”, he retorts. “And no, I’m not having second thoughts on my marriage, only on the guests list.”

“Is your mother here?”, Alfred asks after a moment of consideration, running his fingers through the kid’s hair - because despite how old and tall he got, that’s how Alfred will always consider him, how he will always consider all of them, for that matter.

“Yes”, Damian sighs. “But Jason’s dealing with her - whatever his idea of dealing with her means, I really don’t want to know - so she’s not the problem right now.”

“Who is it, then?”

“Grayson, of course!”, Damian cries out, throwing his hands in the air. “I knew it was a bad idea to invite him. He was born only to embarrass me.”

“Or you were born only to be embarrassed by him”, Alfred offers with a smile. “Nevertheless, getting married without your best man would be a tricky affair, so I don’t see how you could not invite him.”

“In retrospect, I should have really planned it better”, Damian sighs, rubbing his forehead against Alfred’s knee. “And it’s all your fault anyway, for convincing me to do this thing here at the manor. I wanted to elope, as you may remember.”

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