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AHS Hotel: “Her husband is going to kill you”

Your husband, James was nowhere to be found so you decided to pay Liz a visit at the bar.

Sally happened to be there too, so you sat right next to her. There was also an older caucasian man drinking alone just sitting 1 stool away from you. He looks like he is in his 60′s.

You, Liz, & Sally were having a nice conversation until the man randomly budded in saying, “you’re disgusting.” He was swaying his head as he was holding his drink. He obviously seemed drunk.

You turned your head to look at him and mugged him, not saying a word because you assumed he was just talking to himself. Then you turned back around to face Liz. Sally just looked at him as she was smoking her cigarette and Liz raised a brow at him.

“You’re disgusting,” he repeated while looking at me.

“What?” You looked back at him, with a confused look on your face.

Sally, still having a cigarette in her mouth said, “Excuse me?”

He pointed at me, while drunkily saying, “You have no respect for yourself. Look at what you’re wearing. And too much makeup.”

This man came out of nowhere. You felt more confused than you felt disrespected. You found it quite hilarious, actually. All you’re wearing are 5 inch heels with an all black jumpsuit that showed cleavage. It’s not like you were naked. Maybe this man was just having a bad day or maybe his wife cheated on him. I mean, he was alone. Who knows. But you weren’t going to let it ruin your day.

“Who gives a crap about what she’s wearing?” Liz annoyingly says to the man.

“Yeah, she looks hot. Fuck off.” Sally adds.

The man takes a chug from his beer. “Whore”, he sloppily words. 

You let out a fake laugh and flipped your hair. “You’re funny.” 

The old man is so drunk that he accidentally knocks his beer bottle, having the rest of the beer spill on you. He didn’t even care to pick it up, so he spat on the floor. 

Sally rolls her eyes and puts her cigarette in the ash tray. 

Liz picks up the bottle and quickly grabs a towel to hand to you. “Her husband is going to kill you.” She points at the man.

“It’s alright, Liz. Don’t worry about it. He’s quite hilarious actually. My day has been boring until this loser came along.” You said as you were patting your clothes dry with the towel.

“I ain’t afraid of nothing.” The man says while glaring at you, emphasizing the word ‘nothing’. He stood up, getting ready to leave but Liz walks around the bar and grabs the him by the shirt. “You don’t talk to the lady of the house like that! Do you hear me?”

“No Liz, it’s alright really. He’s just drunk.” You say to Liz, putting your hand on her arm to calm down. Liz was always so loyal to you because you’ve done so much for her as a friend.

“It’s fine, Y/N. Me and Sally are going to escort this punk out of here.” Liz says and glances at Sally. 

Sally nods her head and gets up. “We’ll be back.”

Both Sally and Liz take the man downstairs. Will Drake passes them at the top of the stairs heading to the bar. 

“Y/N, what was that all about?” Will points at them laughing, then goes to pour himself a drink.

“Long story. He’s just wasted.” You laugh back.


15 minutes pass and Liz comes back. Sally didn’t come back with her. She probably went back to her room or something.

“Damn Liz, took you long enough.” You said sarcastically.

Liz sashays to her spot behind the bar, popping her lips saying, “Yup.” She seemed like she was up to something, but you didn’t question it.

“It wasn’t a big deal, but thanks for having my back anyways.”

Liz puts one hand on her hip and snaps her fingers with the other. “Oh don’t worry about it. He was messing with my girl, Y/N. By the way, James said he needs to see you in the laundry room.”

“Uh laundry room. For what?” You were so confused. Laundry room? Out of all places, James wants to meet you there? Whatever. If your husband needs to see you, you’re definitely going to be there.

“Who knows, hun.” Liz shrugs.


Once you’ve reached the laundry room, you see James with his sleeves rolled up standing behind the man that disrespected you at the bar. The man is on his knees with his hands tied up in front of him looking afraid, but not saying a word. You figured James roughed him up a bit before you got there. “You will pay for disrespecting my queen.” You hear James tell the man as you walked in.


“Ah, darling!” James turns around and looks at you with excitement.

“What is going on?” You stood there surprised. You didn’t expect Liz and Sally to really go out of there way to bring the man to James. You really thought they both escorted him out of the hotel. No wonder it took Liz forever to get back. 

“This is the creature that Liz and Sally have informed me that said such vile things to you at the bar, no?”

“Yes. Yes he is.” You said with an evil grin. You knew exactly what James was going to do. So you cross your arms in front of you and watch him. You also remembered that James needed a fix as well. It’s been a little over a week since he’s killed anyone, anyways.

The man turns his head to look at James. “You’re never going to get away with this.” He turns his head back to face the opened laundry chute.

James leans over and whispers in the man’s ear. “I happen to disagree with you.”

Something about James right now just turns you on. You can’t tell if it’s because he’s looks sexy with his sleeves rolled up or if it’s because he’s so protective over you that he’s willing to kill for you. Or maybe it’s both.

James stands up straight, then roughly bashes the back of the man’s head with his hammer and throws his body down the chute. Good riddance.

James wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. You walk over to James and whisper in his ear, “I love watching you kill.” Then you leave the room to head over to your bedroom. You knew that saying that would turn James on and that he would soon be following after you.



I’ve been loving adding gifs to my stories lately! lol I like to make it feel as real as possible as you’re reading. I’ve been starting to get my story inspirations from looking up gifs.

“Move” - One Shot

This is my ultimate fantasy. I have a lot of fantasies about ocean related things with Harry, or anyone - but this, by far,  is my ultimate fantasy. Enjoy ;)

Rating: M (Smut, Daddy) 

­­­­The evening was hot and muggy, the hair that you had spent hours on earlier today when Harry announced that he wanted to go on a date that evening starting to stick to your now sweaty neck, regret filling your mind about how long it took, and how it will probably go up in some sort of hair tie pretty soon. Trying to find relief you tilted your head backwards and let the strands dangle to the middle of your back, swaying your head back and forth gently to let any type of air in the thick humidity hit the back of your neck. Your eyes slid closed for a minute when air hit your neck, shivers running up your spine. For a minute you thought it was pure luck, like the heavens were listening, but a split-second later you realized you knew where this stream of air was coming from. Your eyes opened halfway and you looked to your right, to the source of the air, and they landed on a set of perfect raspberry red lips, wet from the drink he was sipping on in a shape of an O.

           “You don’t happen to have a hair tie, do you?” you groaned and bit your lip, glancing at the top of his head that was still adoring his Dunkirk hair, the shaved bits were now growing back into his beautiful curls. They were not long enough for him to pile any sort of tiny bun on his head, but you still had hope. For a month or two after he chopped it off for charity and it was buzzed for the movie, there was still a hair tie lingering in his pocket or on his wrist out of pure instinct and familiarity. It took him another two months to figure out that he wouldn’t need one, finally ditching them. You thought that maybe if he was growing it back, the hair ties would come back.

           He glanced at his wrist, brows pulled together as his arm twisted around and he pouted out, shoving his hand in one pocket, then the other one. He looked at you with sorrow in his face, grabbing at your locks and wrapping them in a circle between his index and thumb finger. Leaning in he blew another stream of air on your neck, the pressure of the wind getting closer until you felt his lips on your skin.

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Imagine the squad finding out that you and Rafael are dating

(A/N: I’m back. Sorry for the extended hiatus. Forgive me?! I hope you all enjoy this) 

This is an unofficial part two to this imagine here

Imagine the squad finding out that you and Rafael are dating

“What are you doing?” Rafael asked, raising his eyebrows from across the table as he took a sip of his coffee.

“I burnt my tongue.” You exclaimed as you tore open a sugar packet.

“And you need sugar because…?” He questioned, looking at you strangely before quickly glancing around at the other people in the coffee-shop.

“It helps get rid of it.” You quickly explained before you poured the contents onto your tongue and stuck it out.

“Y/N, we’re in public.” He scolded.

You shrugged helplessly but out of fun, you threw your head back and swayed just to draw in more attention from other patrons at the coffee shop.

“Y/N!” He hissed.

Playfully, you put your hand up to silence him and counted down on your watch. You only needed a minute. Once it was over you swallowed the sugar and smirked at him.

“Why are you so embarrassing?” He sighed.

“You’re hot when you’re annoyed.” You winked before taking a sip of your own coffee and then for fun pretending that you had burnt it again.

“No.” He warned snatching the holder away from his grasp.

“Just kidding.” You chuckled before actually looking at your watch and standing up, “We’ve got to go or we’re going to be late sugar.”

“You aren’t as cute as you think you are.” He commented, following suit and standing up himself.

“I beg to differ.” You smiled as you grabbed his spare hand with your own as you both began to walk out the coffee shop and towards the court house.

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I Love Woo

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings: Alcohol

Requested by: @wonwooswonton

“I think you should slow down.” Wonwoo spoke softly in your ear.

“I’m..” Your head swayed back and forth, “I’m totally fiiine.” You slurred, the stench of alcohol from your breath made Wonwoo’s nose crinkle.

Wonwoo rubbed the lower of your back as you took another sip from your cup, “I’m going to get you some water.” He spoke reassuringly, leaving you to your intense card game with three other intoxicated members.

As he reached the kitchen, grabbing a cup from one of Jihoon’s cupboards, Wonwoo could hear the rowdy game members.

“YOU CANT DO THAT! THATS CHEATING!” Seungcheol’s voice echoed throughout the home.

“dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT” Your scream countered Seungcheol’s and Wonwoo poked his head out to see the chaos his girlfriend was providing the place with.

The small table was covered in cards, not just one deck but multiple that weren’t even the same. In your hands you held 4 regular number cards and 2 Uno. In front of you, you had thrown down a +4 Uno card that would pass over to Seungcheol.

“YOU CANT DO THAT!!” Seungcheol whined.


Even though the cards and games all together made no sense to a sober person, the intoxicated Seungcheol begrudgingly grabbed 4 extra cards from the mess of a pile.

Wonwoo turned back to his cup, beginning to pour water almost to the top of the cup. He listened to your laughter as Soonyoung had apparently done something hilarious. A hand slapped Wonwoo’s back, causing him to jolt and spill some of the water.


Wonwoo glanced at the male, “What’s up. Tired of everyone trashing your house?”

Jihoon let out a low grumble, “Jun passed out in my bathtub, I’m pretty sure Jeonghan stole and hid my mirror, Seungcheol tried to kiss me twice tonight, and your girlfriend drunk texted me 20 minutes ago asking if she could eat my hair because it looked like cotton candy.”

Wonwoo let out a chuckle, “Worse has happened before.”

Jihoon scrunches his face at the past memories, “What are you doing over here, leaving your girlfriend unsupervised.”

Wonwoo held the cup of water up, “My unsupervised girlfriend needs water so she can sober up at least a little bit before we leave.”

Wonwoo walks away not before he hears Jihoon shout, “Leave now so I can be at peace.”

As he entered the living room, Wonwoo noticed the game has broken off and your figure no where. He pushed the knocked out males on the ground, asking of your location but only receiving low grunts in return.

“JEON WONWOO!” You stood at the end of the hallway, you’re legs moving quickly as you darted towards your boyfriend.

“waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL” Wonwoo panicked. The glass in his hand dropped to the carpeted floor, his hands wrapping around your waist as you flung yourself in the air. Wonwoo tumbled onto the floor with you as giggled in his ear.

“You didn’t catch me.”

Wonwoo sat up, pulling you with him, “how am I suppose to catch you when you run at me out of no where.”

“I was looking for you.” A drunken grin appeared on your face, “There’s something really important I need to do. And I need your help.”

Wonwoo tilted his head in interest, “Okay. What is it?”

“Come here.” Wonwoo leaned in closer, you waved at him, “closer.”

Wonwoo brought himself closer, your breath reaching his skin. He waited for your request, only you charged forward. Pushing your alcohol stained lips onto his, you pressed into him needier, pulling the mid of his shirt, scrunching it in your hand.

“HEY HEY HEY!!” Wonwoo pulled away from the kiss, your head falling into his neck. Jihoon stood over you two, “No doing the nasty in my home. Go do it at your own place, that’s why you guys have one in the first place.”

“Sorry.” Wonwoo sheepishly apologized, pulling you to your feet, you stumbled into Wonwoo’s chest.

Halfway home, you ended up resting on Wonwoo’s back. Arms snuggled around his neck, your consciousness coming in and out, your legs dangling from his arms.

“Woo~~” you sang in his ear.

Wonwoo hummed.

“I love Woo~~”

Wonwoo laughed, “is that suppose to be a pun or are you confessing.”

“both.” you breathed out slowly, “Woo.”

Wonwoo hummed once again.

“We should get married.”

Wonwoo’s lips moved upward, “Should we?”

He felt you nod your head, “then we can have babies and lil cats. And we can play with the cats all day.”

Wonwoo shook his head in amusement, “Sure.”

“Woo~~” you sang his name once again.


“I love Woo.”

Wonwoo smiled as he watched your face drift off on his shoulder, “I love you too.”

Series 4 Opening:

Sherlock, John, and Mary on the way to Baker Street in the car. Mary sits in the middle, between John and Sherlock. There is an awkward, heavy silence, filled with growing tension. Everyone is determinedly not looking at each other. Sherlock’s head sways a little with the rhythm of the moving car, and he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. John shifts forward, the picture of concern and frustration.

“Oh, he’s fine, John,” Mary says, typing on her phone with carefree abandon. John sniffs. He looks at Sherlock, then looks away, staring out of the window nearest him. Sherlock opens his eyes, gazing wistfully at the reflection of John in the window.

Then, we cut to Mycroft, still in the airplane. He is putting his notebook back in his coat pocket, with hands that have only the slightest of trembles. His phone beeps. A text: Redbeard? Dear me, Mr Holmes, dear me.

Mycroft closes his eyes. Half collapses into one of the seats. Puts his head in his hands.

Cut to Mary, putting her phone back in her own pocket. The subtlest of smirks.

“Front and center is a young siren, singing something slow and soulful accompanied by the guitarist and pianist stationed behind him. Even under pink and green lights Arin can tell his skin is tinged turquoise across his cheeks and neck, and his fingers are webbed where they wrap around the microphone in front of him. From beneath his hair, long, translucent fins splay out on either side of the siren’s head that occasionally sway and flick to the beat of the music.”

From Chapter 2 of my fanfiction: “Faerie Tales for the Strong-Willed” Read it here!

I Owe You (Part 2)[a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: Maybe Bassy could give reader some of that assy… and take her on a cute ass date


Part 1

“When you said ‘I owe you’, I was thinking, you know…” you pucker your lips, waving your hand around your coffee cup. “I’d be the one to ask for something. Because, you know, that’s usually how ‘I owe you’s work….” you suck on your lower lip, cheeks puffed out, nodding your head. Your hair sways from underneath your brown beanie, the one that matches your striped sweater; striped brown, pink and light blue.

Sebastian straightens in his seat, smirking at you gently. You raise an eyebrow, watching him lean forward, arm stretching across the table, reaching for your cup. “Well, I guess I’ll just take back the coffee and you can be on your way.” he shrugs, navy Dalton blazer wrinkling at his slender yet broad shoulders.

You slide your cup away from his fingers, caging it between your palms, playfully scowling. “I never said it was a bad thing!” you defend, smiling when he laughs. He has an adorable laugh. “Besides, I would never turned down a cute coffee date…” you chew your lip, tilting your head to the side.

A small gasp exits him and his lime green eyes widen, stomach still being impaled by the edge of the table. “Oh, so I’m cute? Interesting…might be a battle between us then.” he hums, sitting up slowly. Giggling, you slouch your shoulders, fingernails picking at the pale Lima Bean cup; he smiles. “Are you… afraid?” he ponders, biting the tip of his tongue, hand rubbing up and down, moving the brown coffee cup sleeve.

Your eyebrows crinkle together in confusion, grin slipping off your lips. “Of what?” you ask innocently, shifting on the tan wood chair, batting your eyelashes. One of your hands sneaks under your thigh and the other lifts your coffee up. “Of you?” you quickly say, ducking your chin down.

“Of… us.” he pauses, snorting at your adorable look. “Your New Direction friends aren’t the biggest fans of me…” he trails off, running a hand through his thick chestnut locks; you frown. “I really…like you. And I don’t want you getting hate because you’re…seeing…an asshole.” he scoffs, bright green eyes gazing at the floor tiles.

Frowning, you reach for his hand, thumb brushing his knuckles, wrist firmly on the yellow table. His eyes dart up to your face. “Sebastian… I really like you, too.” you admit bashfully, “And… And I don‘t care what they think.” you shake your head. “Because you’re not an asshole to me. You’re… sweet.” you grin, fingers connecting with his.

A familiar smirk appears on his face, making you roll your eyes. Sebastian leans forward, moving his coffee to the side, tie scrunching. “Okay, yeah, let’s keep the ‘sweet’ talk between the two of us, deal? I still have a reputation to uphold.” he winks, pouty lips stretching into a full on smile at the sound of your laugh.

mclennon fanfic that is about or contains abuse: what the fuck

leia-saveourskins  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if i could request something.. What about something with adorable Bodhi? idk, i just find the lack of Bodhi fanfiction disturbing. Something abut him being adorable and a bit shy with the reader.. like Bodhi let's them play with his hair or comb it into a braid. something cute..And Bodhi confesses how truly he feels about the reader. He is absolutely in love with them including flaws and all. It's totally OK if you don't want to write it though. I loved Hungover reader btw

Im so glad you enjoyed Hungover reader! Im glad you requested this cuz I need to get back to writing more bodhi

Originally posted by thegarbagelldo

The stars had never been brighter before that night. Or at least, that’s how it seemed for (Y/n).

She sat atop her ship, nibbling on a protein bar as she watched the sky shimmer above her head. Her leg swayed slowly over the edge of the ship and she laid back, somehow finding the cold, hard metal comfortable.

“A lot on your mind tonight?” a voice called out to her.

(Y/n) turned her head and noticed her co-pilot, Bodhi, watching her curiously from beside the ship.

“Not more than usual.” She responded cooly, turning onto her stomach to get a better view of him.

Bodhi climbed up the ladder propped up against their ship and laid beside her, sighing deeply. (Y/n) looked over him slowly, taking in his appearance. The bags under his eyes were heavy, his skin was dusted with dirt, and his hair was obviously tangled from the day’s work.

(Y/n) sat up on her knees and crawled over to him, smiling softly when he didn’t flinch away or watch her with confusion. This was routine for them; all a part of winding down.

She carefully pulled the tie out of Bodhi’s hair and gingerly brushed her fingers through it. Bodhi sighed happily and closed his eyes, relaxing as (Y/n) massaged his scalp with each stroke of her hand.

His hair was like black silk, tickling her palms as she began separating it into sections. The light twinkling onto his hair reminded (Y/n) of the gorgeous sky above them, creating a halo around his head. Bodhi looked immaculate with his head rested on her lap. He was perfect.

Bodhi slowly opened his eyes, looking up at (Y/n) through his thick lashes. The way the stars seemed to gravitate towards her mesmerized him. He could spend the rest of his life like this.

He gently took her hand from his hair and held it in his, savoring its warmth. Bodhi smiled at her breathlessly, and spoke.

“I love you.”

(Y/n) leaned down and gently planted a kiss on his forehead, closing her eyes for a blissful moment.

“I love you more.”

Imagine Jim walking in on you listening to the Beastie Boys.

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Jim was walking by Scotty’s office on his way to the Med Bay, when loud blaring music had him halting at the closed door. He leans against it, immediately recognizing the classical music. Jim opens the door and marvels at the sight set before him.

His eyes went to Scotty first, who sitting at his desk trying to work on a report with the most miserable look on his face. And then there was you, standing across the room, fixing the tricorder in your hand. 

Your head was swaying to the beat of the song as you sang along, “You’re scheming on a thing that’s a mirage! I’m trying to tell you now it’s sabotage! Why; our backs are now against the wall. Listen all of y'all it’s a sabotage!

Jim laughs, causing Scotty to roll his eyes, “Ah, Captain. She’s played this song ten times already! I’m going on a lunch break.”

The man pushes back Jim, leaving you alone with the Captain. You lower the volume and made your way to Jim.

“I see you’re driving Scotty up the wall,” he slips his hand around your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“It’s just too damn fun, plus he lost a bet,” smirking you slide your hand around Jim’s neck.

“I love this song,” Jim moves his lips an inch from yours, teasing you.

“Me too. But I love you more.” Not wanting to wait any longer, your lips press against his.

He moans into your mouth before pulling away, “I love you, too.”

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(Requested by Anon)

Felix sighed and pulled you into his arms. “I hate executions.” He grumbled. You glanced up at him, eyebrow raised. “You used to love them. You were the proudest executioner I’ve ever seen.”

He shook his head and started swaying with you, not quite dancing but not standing still either. “That was before you. Now every time I see a rule breaker, I think of you. I could’ve killed you Y/N.” 

You grimaced at the memory. You were brought in for getting sloppy as a Newborn. The only reason you were spared was because Aro deemed your power useful to the Volturi. “Well you didn’t, thankfully. But what could we possibly do now? I doubt Aro would allow you to stop.”

Felix leaned down to press his forehead to yours. “I want to leave here. I want to run away with you Y/N. I want to take you away from the threat of danger that comes with being a part of this coven. We could be nomads if you’d like. Hell, we could live in a home like those damn covens. I’ll feed from animals if necessary. I just want to be with you forever without worrying that you’ll be the next Didyme.”

If you were human, your eyes would be wet with tears. Felix was never one to get too romantic, so to hear this was enough to prove to you just how much he cared.

You stroked his cheek, brushing the underside of his eye with your thumb. “I love you Felix. If you want to get away, then we will. Somehow.” You reassured sweetly. His smile warmed you, as did the moment when he pressed his lips to yours. You knew that somehow the two of you would get your happy ending.

Dancing Girl (Calvin Vail/Leafyishere Imagine)

It was a usual day, Calvin was editing and I was bored. I was checking Instagram and watching some stupid show that I had no intentions of paying any attention to. As time went on I grew tired of hearing the males voice on TV and I turned it off and turned on some music from my Spotify instead, Sippy Cup by Melanie Martinez came on, knowing the song I sang along and started to sway my head as I sang.

Soon after, my small movements turned into getting up and actually dancing. I sang the lyrics and swayed my body, until the song ended, but to my enjoyment it was yet another Melanie Martinez song, this time it was Mad Hatter. This time I let out inner Beyonce and passionately danced and sang, letting out all the stress and sluggishness that had recently taken over my body.

“Where is my prescription, doctor, doctor please listen!” The words flew through my lips as I danced shamelessly through our living room. I got so caught up in dancing I hadn’t noticed that I had a visitor. I swirled and twirled until my eyes landed on an amused looking Calvin, leaning against the wall of the staircase, which had full view of me dancing crazily to Sippy Cup.

“You’re fucking adorable princess” the man himself chuckles, the heat in my cheeks burned furiously as he made is way towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.

“If this is what you do when I edit, then I need to edit more so I can caught you like this again” Calvin lets go of me and sits himself on the couch and pats beside him. I place myself beside him and snuggle into him, enjoying the warmth he brings me.

“Ya know, you should dance with me like that sometime, it’s a real stress reliever” I look up at my boyfriend’s amused eyes, he gently pushes me down, so that I’m laying on the couch, he places a gentle but passionate kiss on my lips before saying

“Maybe one day, but for now, we dance our own dance”

{A/N I’m so soRry that was so short, but I hoped you guys enjoyed!}

motw: demons

“You know why you’re not supposed to look directly at a light?”

Riko glanced at the light above their heads, swaying gently even though there was no breeze to speak of. Far off in the sky, the stars, the eyes of those extradimensional beings from beyond the veil, bore into Riko’s back and her memories.

“Because you’ll damage your eyes?”

Mari tittered lightly and paused her carving for a moment. Her shadow flickered, sharing in a mirth which Riko did not quite understand. “That’s true,” she admitted, “but there’s a little bit more to it then that. Demons travel through light beams, see - especially those strong ones, like the ones you saw back home.”

Images flashed through Riko’s mind. Mirrors, and mirrors. Blinding light. White clad demons and shadowed guardians, hovering, and that ungodly, sickly noise. And the smell. The smell of sulphur and of burning and of something not unlike chlorine. Tall things with limbs and something that might be a head if you’re generous, that move and glide and destroy.

“If you look directly at a light,” Mari continued with a grave tone to her voice, “that’s like an invitation. It’s opening the gateway, if you will. If you’re not careful, they’ll come right in-”

Mari snapped her fingers.

“- and take over your body, like that.”

Riko swallowed, and forced her eyes down, away from the light. Away from danger. Mari’s shadow, light and glowing not of any light of its own, but some invisible light source beyond human perception, gazed at her with its many eyes and it’s shifting, demonic bulk. Riko wondered who it was before.

“Is that-” Her gaze travelled up Mari’s bare arm, flesh carved with glyphs that glowed. “- what happened to you?”

There was fear, of course, but also sadness, in the way that Mari slowly put down her bone charm and closed her eyes. A certain melancholy. Liquid gold light prickled on her eyelashes as she peeled her eyes open, the eyes of a demon staring back out like pinpricks of solid light.

“If you work with demons for too long,” Mari said, and a chill ran down Riko’s spine, “you eventually become one.”

[…] And Graham Coxon (guitarist and Marvel comics reader), despite being in taxi-diving mood and hardly capable of forming a sentence, is insisting on speaking into my tape recorder.
“You muscht, muscht, muscht interview me,” he drawls, his Get Carter glasses trying to escape his face, his Grand Royale baseball hat struggling to stay aboard his swaying head.
“Let’s go over there,” he says, his legs propelling him like a two-year old, maniacally down the room to an empty table.
The interview lasts five minutes. It ends with Graham calling Alex “a cunt”, or to be precise “a massive, sexist lump of brown-haired floppy cunt”, after which he picks up the tape recorder and flings it nonchalantly, frisbee-style, across the room. It hits a wall, the batteries spill out and roll across the room. Graham smiles, looks up and orders “six bottles of Dom Perignon, Mr Barman.”
—  VOX, January 1996

-A/N- so this was a request “ HIII OMG can you do a josh dun fic from twenty Øne piløts where you’re getting hassled in a club and your boyfriend josh comes over and maybe punches him but obvs josh is a ball of sunshine so after it’s lots of fluff to you and maybe some smut!!!!!”

Okie dokie you wanted it babe um trigger warning maybe??* also small smut at the end*


The music was making your head spin, you danced swaying to the beat of the unfamiliar house song, you had decided tonight that you josh, Tyler, Jenna, and a few other band friends would go out to a local club during a break on their newest tour.

You wore Josh’s favourite black dress, it had a plunging lace neckline and was all black, bringing out every perfect curve you had. Your tall black heels still made you come to just under Josh’s chin.

Speaking of josh he was off talking to Tyler at the bar while you and Jenna danced by the speakers, you felt someone’s eyes burning into you and it wasn’t josh. You glance over and a man stood leaning at the bar eyeing your every move, you rolled your eyes and flashed a smile to Jenna.

“Y/n girl, there’s a creep at six o clock staring you down, I need to go ring my friend make sure you stay safe Hun” Jenna said reaching in her bag for her phone before throwing a disgusted look at the leering man. You carried on dancing but decided to head over to josh and Tyler. As you headed towards the bar the man leaning pulled your wrist causing you to fall awkwardly half on his lap, half on his chair,

“Whoops…. Took a slip there darlin” he chimed laughing but trying to be sexy, you went to pull away from him but he placed a hand on your upper thigh below your bum, this sent alarm bells as you felt panic wash over you, you tried yelling to josh but the music was too loud and he stood oblivious just ever so slightly too far to help.

“Get off me you creep I have a boyfriend!” You spat attempting to stand again and walk away, he placed his arms either side of you so you where trapped between him and the bar.

“You’re wasted on him” he said slipping his hand and squeezing your bum, it felt so disgusting compared to how loving Josh’s touch was, you pushed against the man shoving his chest and yelling hoping to grab attention from anyone, your eyes leading that josh would be here, you felt the man place damp kisses along your cheek towards your mouth but your thrusts and movements kept him that little step back.

Just like that your arms where released and the man dropped to the floor before you realised that Josh was standing there, anger building up in his face, fist still clenched from the punch that connected back to the slob on the floor.

“Don’t you fuckin touch her EVER ” he yelled, you had never seen him this mad before in all your eleven months of dating.

You ran into his arms and his body was still clenched, his jaw was still tightened. He soon realised you where wrapped round his neck and he melted to your touch engulfing you in a hug, he placed soft kisses along your neck as you hugged him,

“Babe are you okay oh my god are you alright did he fucking hurt you I swear if he hurt you im gonna kill him!” He said bunching his hand in your hair he held you close.

“I’m fine josh…. Just a little shaken…. Can- can we go home please” you said attempting to not burst into tears, you felt josh nod. He politely shuffled out of the club supporting you with one arm while the other held your coat and purse. As soon as the nights air stung your legs and arms you shivered.

He placed the coat around you and pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his built arms around your neck, his other arm settling at the bottom of your back rubbing small circles which steadied your breathing.

“ I’m so sorry I let that happen to you…. I should have been watching you babe….. I should have been there sooner” he whispered. You saw Tyler and Jen watching from the side of the bus and you nestled back into Josh’s neck.

“It’s not your fault honestly, you where so fucking heroic in there I don’t know what I would without you josh I love you so much” you whimpered while clinging to him,

“I love you too y/n… baby girl I love you so much… I’ll be right back” he said kissing you lightly on the lips before running over to Tyler and whispering something. Tyler nodded and you see him and Jen wave to you before going in the car parked next to the bus.

“C'mon ” josh says taking your hand and leading you to the bus, you walk in the familiar vehicle and feel safe, it was thankfully warm for a change and josh sat you down on the sofa.

He didn’t need to say a word, his presence was enough. He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, you straddled him and hugged him, snaking your arms around his neck, you lay your head next to his and he held you there.

After a few moments like this you began kissing his neck softly. This stark change caused josh to buck his hips slightly. Knowing what you where doing was pleasing josh you continued but moved to his sharp jaw line. He returned the kisses and started at your collar bone sucking at your sweet spot causing you to moan slightly.

“Are you okay y/n… We don’t have to….” He muttered holding your face in his hands pulling you away from the kiss.

You frowned a little bit and chewed your lip.

“Can… Can I have some coffee first” you mutter and he smiles.

“Of course you can baby girl, not gonna lie I’m craving a red bull don’t tell Tyler I’m having one of his…” He said gently shifting you to lie back on the sofa. You took your heels off and you heard the coffee machine go off. You headed to where the bed was and you pulled of your dress. You grabbed one of Josh’s tank tops and some of his boxers. Your hair fell down in curls.

“Babe? Coffee!” You hear josh call, you head back and he takes a moment eyeing what you’re wearing. He seemed almost turned on? Pushing the idea aside you sit next to him putting your legs over his lap, he shuffles slightly drinking his red bull.

“What?” You giggle slightly.

“Can I be honest? You look really fucking hot in my shirt…. And boxers. I don’t know why you just do…. ” josh blushed looking away. You finished your coffee and placed the mug on the side, pulling his jaw back to you to look at you. His dorky grin was plastered across his face before he frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry… About like…. What happened are you sure you’re okay” he questioned. You blushed and placed one leg over him and straddled him again. He places a hand on your cheek. You pulled the hem of his shirt so his lips where inches from yours, you kiss him, running your lip along his bottom lip, he opens his mouth and instantly takes control.

He deepens the kiss placing a hand at the bottom of your back grazing your ass. His other hand still holding your cheek. His hand slowly drops to your breast as he squeezes it lightly between his hand, you don’t realise but you started grinding your hips, he began moaning deeply into your mouth. You giggle and feel his smile through the kiss.

“I will always protect you” you felt him grow slightly as you pulled away and smiled at him kissing his hand.

“I fucking love you” you breathe.

“GUYS SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING BUT DID I LEAVE SOME RED BULLS IN HERE.?” Tyler’s voice called through a small open window by the front of the bus.

“God dammit” josh whines.


( In response to this )

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

The night was rather still, the creatures of darkness beginning their nightly rituals of hunting while the day dwellers returned to whatever hole they crawled out of. The sky was filled with stars and the wind was still, calm almost. But the one thing during that night that wasn’t…was Silkwood Grove.

The whole manor was in a roar as rumors of Allisiana’s disappearance spread throughout the staff. They all feared for the worst, and feared the Baron’s rage.  Rayne was writing in his black book at the time everyone was rushing around, his head lifting from his concentration in a confused state of mind. He closed his eyes for a long moment, his head swaying from side to side for a moment before they opened. He’d look to his slightly opened door as he pushed his chair out and approached it from the side. He’d open and watch as guards assembled  in the front  of the manor, the staff moving every which way. He’d flag one of the older women down and loft a brow as he looked around. “What’s going on?” She flattened her lips and gently shook her head, “The baron’s sister is missing. Her horse has returned home but was alone. We’ve not heard word other than that.”

Anger, frustration and  worry had filled the young man’s head, his grip on the door tightening as he tried to restrain himself. “Thank you, that will be all.” The woman bowed her head and quickly excused herself, lifting her dress slightly as she tried to catch up to the others. He’d look for Cedrick or Venreena but to no avail, his instincts beginning to kick in. A soft growl resonated within his belly as he stared at the open door that lead outside. The growl increased in volume until it ceased all together, his body quickly dipping to the side as he made his way to the back door. He’d begin running, twisting and turning his body to squeeze by the staff that were moving about.

The back door slammed against the manor as it swung open, Rayne quickly stepped out and looked around as he quickly moved down the few stairs that were there. He’d begin running as fast as he could towards the spot he took Allisiana, the trees were thick and that was just the type of cover he needed. He’d continue making his way towards the lake, jumping and moving his feet so he could dodge whatever obstacle was in his way. Once he saw the rock he and Allisiana shared under the moonlight he’d turn left, and continue running towards the tree line. He’d stop and look around, his keen ears listening for anything that may be nearby.

Once he was sure he was alone, a dance of ethereal arcane began to overtake his image until it was gone completely. A fierce looking dragon took his place as he began running towards the shore of the lake and without hesitation, took to the skies. His lips snarled as he bared his large and deadly fangs, his wings beginning to flap up and down as he tried to gain altitude. His body twisted slightly to the right as he began turning towards the road that lead to the manor. The sound of sprinting horses sounded off underneath him, causing him to let out a resounding roar; It would be heard from miles around, including the manor.

Guilt began to fill the young dragon’s mind as he thought of Siana getting a hold of his black book, his wings beginning to flap faster as he made his way towards Allisiana’s location. The two had spent a lot of time together so her scent was fairly easy to pick up, his nostrils taking deep breaths as he tried to keep it fresh. His reptilian eyes scanned below until he found a woman laying face first in the dirt, blood expelling from her shoulder.  He’d begin losing his altitude as he came in, wings beginning to flap faster as he tried to hover before dropping to the ground. His eyes scanned the nearby forest for any sign of stragglers, for any sign of the ones responsible.

With no luck of spotting any of them, he’d take another breath trying to pick up the bandit’s scent. A deep and daunting growl resonated from his throat as his frustration increased, his eyes locking on Allisiana. The beast ran towards her until it stopped just shy of her, his nuzzle lowering as he nudged her lightly. She remained still, lifeless almost. He nudged her again, a bit harder this time. A gentle cooing sounded off in his throat as he looked her over. He decided the only way to make this right was to take her home so that everyone knew she was okay, especially Cedrick. His wings began flapping as he lifted off the ground just enough so that his hind legs were above the young noblewoman. He gently lowered himself and wrapped his claws around her body, gripping her tightly so she didn’t fall, but not tight enough to harm her.

He took to the skies once more and let out another roar as he flew as fast as he could towards the manor. Once the lake came into view he’d begin turning again, heading towards the shore where he took off from. He’d begin lowering himself to the ground, just close enough so that when his claws released their hold on her she was seemingly already on the ground. He moved out of the way as to not land on her, and looked her over once more. The ethereal dance of arcane forming around him once more. Rayne had picked her up and held her like a groom would his bride, beginning to walk back towards the front of the manor. The young noblewoman’s head hung limp, bobbing gently with every step.

Once he was in sight, guards quickly ran over to him and took her from him beginning to run as fast as their legs could carry them towards the manor, hopefully someone had a com to radio Cedrick to call off his hunt. Rayne ran after her, aiming to stay beside her as long as he could. He couldn’t help but think that this was his fault, he couldn’t help but think that damn book had caused this. Ideas of how to correct this began flooding his mind, of all the people that were lost to madness because of him…she would not be one of them.

[[ OOC Disclaimer! ]]

The night was dark, moonless almost. No one would be able to identify Rayne as the dragon that left the shoreline. However, if they saw the dragon leaving either the shoreline, the spot where Allisiana was unconscious, or in the air- by all means, use it! But please refrain from any meta-gaming! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed. <3

P.S Ceddy bear I hope you don’t mind the liberties I took <3

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