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“This is amazing, Shawn” I muttered, my jaw dropping amazed. 

“Dude, it’s dope” Brian agreed, nodding excited. 

Shawn had invited us all around to see his new flat and though the rooms were impressive, Shawn’s view over Toronto beat every view I’d ever seen in my entire life. Even the sunset Brian and I once watched in Sri Lanka didn’t do this one justice.

“Your mother outdid herself finding this” I said, looking out at the CN Tower lighting colourfully up in the dark. 

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Summary: Five snapshots of Jughead’s and Betty’s life when Jughead had nowhere to stay and Betty was hiding him in her room. 

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(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!) 


Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him, and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.

Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed, text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm, head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her. Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.

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Newcomers Pt 7

The Benemar swarmed across Terra almost completely unchecked, their sheer numbers and the suddenness of their attack meant the Humans were unprepared for such and assault and even though their orbital defence platforms reaped a bloody toll on their attackers the Benemar overwhelmed them. Still the Humans fought, determined to make the Benemar pay in blood for every inch of Terran soil they took and for every Human they killed the Benemar would loose a hundred of their warriors.

The Benemar focused their assault on the heavily populated area with little military presence, the bombardment form space alone killed millions before they even began landing their warriors to begin culling the population. But as the attack went on the Humans were able to mobilize more of their assets and the Benemar’s advance began to slow. But they were still heavily outnumbered and out gunned, stalling is all the Human generals could really do.

High Chieftain Veetop sat upon his throne overlooking the planet below and watched it burn, it was as he thought, the Humans were weak and they ran from his armies and screamed as they were slaughtered. He wished he was down there but he had lost the bought with High Chieftain Beeqol so he was resigned to command the fleet.

The now slave Goolack was chained to his throne naked and forced to watch as his own warriors were now under the command of his rivals, his entire clan had been disgraced and disbanded but still he kept up the pretence that this will end badly for the Benemar.

“I wonder what Human slaves are like? I look forward to beating them into submission” High Chieftain Veetop said to himself, so far no Humans had been captured but there was still time, they had a number of outlining worlds and there were still billions left on their homeworld.

“They will not submit” Goolack said.

“Silence! You lost your right to ever speak again” he shouted hitting him.

“I shall show you how Benemar live, we do not let other races oppose us us, we conquer them!”


General Patton command the Terran defence force from an underground bunker hidden in the Antarctic, here he had access to the entire planets forces and his commanders and the picture was looking bleak at first look. But he had a plan and soon enough all the pieces would be in place, all that was needed was his reinforcements. He just hoped they would get there in time.

Outside the solar system the 8th army arrived and joined the task force that was gathering just outside of scanning range. Admiral Winston had wanted to attack the moment he arrived but General Patton had told him to wait, his captains were also getting impatient as the longer they waited to more people died.

“Are we really just going to wait here sir” Captain Clerk asked.

“Those are our orders, general Patton has superiority as he is the acting supreme commander and has some sort of plan in place” The Admiral replied and his tone betrayed that he did not like waiting either.

“But the longer we wait the more innocent people are dying!” Captain Kiev objected his thick Russian accent putting heavy meaning on his words.

“Do we at least know the situation on the ground sir?” Captain Williams asked polity.

“We know is the Benemar have landed close to 12 million troops but the figure may be more-”

“12 million!! There was only a fraction of the defence force on the planet” Kieve interrupted.

“Yes Captain and I would prefer if you did not interrupt me again” Admiral Winston said getting to his feet.

“Sorry sir”

“It’s all right, I understand your frustration but as I was saying because of the large number of enemy troops our forces have fallen back to more defensible positions but we have strongholds on all major continents”

The captains all fell silent, they had no choice but to wait and have faith in their comrades on Terra to hold the line.


General Patton held on tight as another bomb landed on the surface above, somehow the Benemar had found his bunker and were trying to dig him out, the intent was to cut off the head and body will die.

“Put me through to the enemy fleet, I think it’s we had a chat”

“Yes General” answered a com operator and he gave the thumbs up when the connection was made.

“This is General Abraham Patton of the Terran defence force”

The main monitor then shifted to show the bridge of the Benemar flagship, it was a dark and horrid place but sitting in his throne was the Benemar High Chieftain Veetop looking very pleased with himself.

“Ah General have you reconsidered my offer for your surrender?” he growled grinning all across his face.

“Actually I was going to ask if you wanted to surrender” he countered as another bomb hit.

High Chieftain Veetop gave a throaty laugh that almost sounded like he was going to choke and spat on the Benemar chained to his throne.

“Me? Surrender? Have you gone mad with fear Human”

“You really don’t understand us at all do you?”

“I understand enough that your kind are weak and cowards, your world burns before me, your people are being enslaved and if you think I am going to surrender then you are clearly mad”

General Patton smiled “I guess then that your answer is no?”

“Naturally”

“Good” Patton cut the link and was put through to Admiral Winston.

“Admiral, you may begin your attack now, we are ready”

“About time!”

Patton smiled at his friends eagerness to get into the fighting and turned to his operators. “Are all systems ready?”

“Yes General, all platforms are powered and awaiting your order”

“Good, deploy the orbital guns and order the counter attack”

All across the planet the Humans suddenly stopped retreating and turned and fought back with every ounce of strength they could, all Benemar fronts began to encounter series resistance and could no longer advance. This sudden change In the Humans manner caught them of guard and many began falling back. But that was not all, underground and hidden from both scanners and prying eyes were huge bases, the ground parted to allow a cannon the size of a skyscraper to emerge and point up at the Benemar fleet above the planet.

“European gun ready”

“Mediterranean gun ready”

“Middle eastern gun ready”

“West and eastern Russian guns ready”

“Asian guns ready”

“Pacific guns ready”

“North and south American guns ready”

“African guns ready”

“All guns are deployed and ready to fire general”

General Patton gave a toothy smile as he imagined the Benemar’s faces at the sudden appearance of these weapons, they had no idea what was coming. He gave a single order.

“Fire”

The guns recoil was massive but was built to withstand it, but the earth around it was kicked up and sent anything close by flying as the immense power created it’s own shock wave. They were fast to reload too and could fire a single shell every ten seconds.

“High Chief we are detecting in coming fore from the surface”

“Impossible, no gun has the power to fire from the surface of a planet”

Just as he finished speaking one of the shells struck his ship, it was only a glancing hit but it destroyed a third of their port side guns, but the shell did not stop it continued on and struck and destroyed a cruiser that was close by the flagship.

The entire Benemar fleet came under fire, with thousands of ships in orbit it was impossible for the Humans to miss even if they tried, the Benemar captains panicked and tried to avoid this incoming fire but in the confusion they collided with each other.

“High Chieftain, we are being torn to shreds we must withdraw”

“I told you this was going to happen” Goolack laughed and was quickly shot by the High Chieftain.

“Pull the fleet back out of range!”

“More ships have appeared behind us!”

“Who’s!!!” he demanded to know as if he did not already know.

“Its the Humans”

“How many?!”

The Benemar sensor operator did not respond.

“I asked you how many?!”

The operator slowly turned “2064”

High Chieftain Veetop froze, that was almost the number of fleets in the entire Benemar fleet, and he only had half it under his command. “Get me High Chieftain Beeqol!”

“I can’t he’s dead, all of our forces are being overrun or are in retreat order is breaking down”

Veetop screamed in frustration.


Admiral Winston stood on his bridge watching the main monitor and the Benemar fleet desperately trying to get out of range of the orbital guns, he grinned as he saw what Patton was planning. The catch them between a rock and hard place.

“All ships, target the Benemar forces and engage on my command”

He quickly got his confirmations from his captains.

“2nd army fleet The Barons reporting ready”

“8th army fleet The Desert Rats ready”

“9th army fleet The Heavens Wrath ready”

In total there were 12 fleets in this task force under Admiral Winston and like Patton he gave one order.

“Fire”

If the fire from the planet was considered bad the fore from the fleet was catastrophic, the two points of fore tore the Benemar ships apart, those that were not destroyed by the opening barrage tried to make a run for it past the Human fleet. They too were shredded under multiple broadsides and their escape pods destroyed, there were to be no survivors.

The battle engagement last only a few scant hours but int hat time, close to 50 million Benemar were dead…none had been able to escape and no word got back to heir home world of what had happened.

“Your timing is excellent as always Admiral” Patton congratulated.

“As is your planning, well done”

“So I guess your men will need some rest?”

“Oh no, we have been attacked and this is a declaration of war” Admiral Winston grinned,

“To the Benemar homeworld then?” General Patton said.

“To the Benemar homeworld”

Bento Prime satellites detected incoming ships and rejoiced at the returning of their fleet, they prepared to welcome home their conquering hero’s

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Request:I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another.

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I sigh loudly and turn over in my bed. My roommate glances over and laughs. “Bored?” I grab another slip of paper and burn it from one of the candles lighting the room up. “Yes. Blackouts are so boring.” My roommate looks at me in shock. “(Y/n) the bleach has gone to your head or something because if you haven’t heard Jerome Valeska is alive and well. He’s the one who did this. You call that boring? The man was just reborn!” I huff and swing my legs. “Boring.” I slip my combat boots and my large red flannel over my black skater skirt and crop top. “I’m going out.”

I walk out the door and I walk down the dark streets. I hear gun shots, laughing, and then running. I follow the sound and find a…circus?

I walk through the big entrance and see a world of fantasy. I laugh and look around with giant eyes. I walk up to a dunk tank and see piranhas swimming around. I then realized who’s sitting atop of the tank in fear. “Hi-a Mr. K!” I wave at the asshole teacher. “(Y/n)! Please help me! Please. I’ll do anything.” I laugh and roll my eyes. “Oh no you won’t. Just take this as a lesson. Everyone take this as a lesson! You make fun of someone and treat them less of who they are. You get put out in the end.” I grab a ball and throw it directly at the target making him fall into the tank.

I laughs and run up to the tank for a closer look. “What an arm!” I turn around and see the one and only Jerome Valeska. I shy away and giggle. “Thank you Mr. Valeska.” I slightly bow as a princess would.

He then stands in a straight striking pose like a prince and bows at me. “What’s your name dollface?” He asks holding his hand out. “(Y/n) (y/l/n).” “Ah lookie there. Beautiful name for an even more beautiful face.” I giggle and blush. “No no you are! Do you think so Brucie? She’s beautiful ain’t she?” I look behind Jerome to see billionaire Bruce Wayne from school. Though I was a year or two older.

He looks at me in a glare. “Are you crazy?” I think for a second then smile. “Yeah.” Jerome spins around and laughs. “Oh just how I like em! Crazy and beautiful! Care to tag along baby? Got a big night planned! Could use an assistant!” I jump into his arms and giggle. “Anything for the amazing Jerome Valeska.” “Oh I’m gonna keep you.” He says and carries me off.

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Word Prompts // Death
  1. “I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
  2. “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
  3. “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
  4. “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
  5. Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
  6. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
  7. “It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”
  8. “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.”
  9. “ We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
  10. “Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.”
  11. “I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.”
  12. “I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you.”
  13. “I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”
  14. Death must be so beautiful.”
  15. Death is for the dead.
  16. “ To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.
  17. “ Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? “
  18. “Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”
  19. “Even death has a heart.”
  20. “Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.”
  21. “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
  22. “I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, if I could have been assured that death would be my own.”
  23.  “ Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
  24. “In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it.
  25. “If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?”
  26. “Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.”
  27. “ Do you know where the wicked go after death?
  28. “When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?
  29. “You only live twice: Once when you are born; And once when you look death in the face”
  30. “Every life has death and every light has shadow. Be content to stand in the light and let the shadow fall where it will.”
  31. “And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
  32. “No. Even though I’m practically starving to death, he won’t even consider it.
  33. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
  34. “Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
  35. Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder”
  36. “Life isn’t fair, it’s just fairer than death, that’s all.”
  37. “ There is no drinking after death.
  38. Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
  39. “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
  40. “Someone who thinks death is the scariest thing doesn’t know a thing about life.”
  41. “Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.”
  42. Death is no more than passing from one room into another.”
  43. “I am so far from being a pessimist…on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.”
  44. “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.”
  45. “People living deeply have no fear of death.
  46. “I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.”
  47. “I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.
  48. Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive. Never surrender.”
  49. “ I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
  50. “Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.”
  51. “Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.”
  52. “I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.”
  53. “I’m not afraid of death. It’s the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.”
  54. “Stupidity isn’t punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.”
  55. “Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t.”
  56. “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
  57. “The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”
  58. “There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do a post about key's monolids too?<3

okay OKAY BUT KEY’S EYES

you ever like. look at someone you know in physique and personality and think, that’s exactly how they should be like because everything about them kinda just? fits? they are characteristically them and with key it’s just like that

he’s all sharp angles and his eyes have that unique and just as sharp shape - you can’t blame people for using ‘cat-like’ to describe them I mean

AND CHECK THIS OUT his eyelashes might not be that long but he’ll tilt his head to the side just the slightest in pics and they’ll be there. they’ll be there all pretty framing the corner of his eyes and doing that lil elegant curve

I’d like to avoid talk about his eyes when he has makeup on because it’s Too Much

you know how I was talking about how some folks’ appearance just fits them - key has that whole ‘I look intimidating but I’m the softest when you first talk to me’ thing going on and he knows how to use his eyes to look either ‘uninterested intimidating’ 

‘too beautiful to be real intimidating’

or ‘fear for your fcukign life intimidating’. listen. he knows. exactly what he’s doing. 

but then he’ll be smiling or laughing and they’ll go all soft oh my god

wHEN HE WIDENS THEM & THEY TAKE ON THAT CUTE ALMOND SHAPE

HAIR! OVER!! THE EYES!!!!!!!!!!!

and before this gets (even more) out of hand: I know key’s a big fan of lenses but holy have u seen those natural dark gems they’re deserving of all praise

Scaredy Cat - Leonard McCoy

Summary: Power goes out on the Enterprise while you’re in a much dreaded physical. You’re afraid of a lot of things, including the dark. But Bones is there for you. (requested by @outside-the-government)

Warnings: Language

A/N: first bones fic in ages whooooo


Even the nurse that retrieved you saw it. The paled knuckles, the colorless lips, the thin sheen of sweat. You were sure she could hear it, too. The labored and elongated breaths, the soft words of encouragement you gave yourself, the swish of your red uniform as you constantly adjusted the fabric which had never felt so tight.

You stayed a few steps behind her, unable to return the smiles passing physicians and nurses sent you in greeting. You nodded when she said something to you, something you didn’t catch beyond a hum, and entered the exam room as soon as the door swished open.

You shut your eyes as you as you stepped in, the lights seemingly brighter in the small room than the other parts of the medbay. You jumped at the sound of the door hissing shut, your eyes snapping open.

“You all right there, sweetheart? Lookin’ a little pale.”

You shook your head, placing your hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he approached you, his head tilted. You met his deep hazel eyes and let a breath leave your parted lips. “You know this stuff freaks me out. Doctors, and what not.”

“Just a physical,” he told you, his eyes not wavering from you even when you found it difficult to keep your gaze steady. “No hypos today.”

You managed a smile at that. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled back. He motioned to the flat biobed before facing the counter and washing his hands. “Strange two of the only people I can tolerate on this floatin’ metal disease incubator are terrified of doctors.”

You hopped onto the bed and gripped the edge of it with all your might, letting out a deep exhale. You watched the blue uniform wrinkle and stretch with his every movement, you tried to concentrate on that. “Yeah, it’s a little ironic.”

He hummed as he faced you again, one of his signature scowls over his lips— it was a neutral scowl, though, not one of particular discontent. “And you’d think after my lifelong search for irony, I’d be a li’l more satisfied ‘bout things turnin’ out this way.”

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The Maid

Originally posted by ram-me-bolton

Imagine: Being one of Ramsay’s maids and he has a thing for you.

Warnings: Smut/ if you’re uncomfortable with Ramsay fic you probably shouldn’t read this lol

You had a job that most would fear. You worked for Lord Ramsay Bolton, who had a notorious for his cruelty. You’ve witnessed some of the unspeakable acts he’s done yourself. Even just the bit you’ve seen would be enough to make the bravest man quiver.

Out of all the terrible things Ramsay has done, however, none of them were ever directed at you. He seemed to have a soft spot, albeit a very small one, for his maids. He never physically hurt any of you, though the other maids weren’t safe from his verbal abuse. You, however, he never said a word against.

“He totally has a thing for you, y/n,” Nyssa, one of your fellow maids, insisted. The topic came up again, as it always seems to, as you worked on cleaning the lord’s clothes. When Ramsay wasn’t cruel, it got people’s attention.

You shook your head dismissively. “I don’t believe so. Maybe I just haven’t done anything to upset him.”

The other maid, Marcelle, snorted. “Oh come on y/n, we both know it doesn’t take much to upset Ramsay. Anything can set him off, there is a reason why he’s never been angry at you,” she replied, her voice just a whisper. It would not be good to be caught taking badly about the lord.

“I just don’t see it,” you replied, hoping it would end the conversation. Of course it didn’t.

“Well I do,” Nyssa replied, “I’ve seen the way he’s looked at you. That man wants you.” You shrugged, keeping your head down so they wouldn’t see you blush. You tried to focus on getting the blood Ramsay’s shirt, which came form god knows what horrible act. As much as you hated to admit it, you found Ramsay very attractive. His strong, handsomely structured face, those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to be perfectly framed by dark curls.

It was useless, though, to think of him in that way. He was a lord and you were just a maid. Nothing would ever happen between the two of you, so why bother dreaming about it?

“Y/n,” a husky voice pulled you from your thoughts. It was one of Ramsay’s servants standing in the doorway. “Lord Bolton has requested you in his chambers.” You nodded, handing the shirt you had been cleaning to Marcelle, trying to ignored the smirks between her and Nyssa. You would never hear the end of this.

His servant led you to his chambers, though you knew the way. He opened the door for you, but did not follow you inside. Ramsay stood at the far end of the room, staring out the window into a cold, grey day.

“You requested to see me, my lord?” you asked softly. Ramsay turned, giving you one of his famous half smiles.

“I needed someone to make my bed,” he told you, motioning across the room to the twisted sheets on his bed.

“Of course, my lord,” you nodded, though you were confused. You knew Marcelle had already made it this morning. You didn’t dare question Ramsay, as kind as he was towards you, you would never push it. You guessed he could have had a women in his bed between then and now and went to work.

You leaned over the bed, trying to straighten out the mangled sheets. Suddenly, you felt Ramsay pressed against you form behind. The feeling startled you, causing you to lose your footing and fall onto the bed.

You scrambled to turn yourself over, scared you would annoy him. “My lord, I’m so sorry I-”

“Did I scare you?” Ramsay cut you off.

“It was my fault, my lord, I slipped,” you answered quickly, taking the blame.

“Are you scared of me, y/n?” He asked, his cool blue eyes locked on yours. He was watching you carefully.

“Of course not, my lord,” you replied.

He leaned in closer. “Don’t lie to me.” You shivered a little, feeling him so close to you.

You thought over your response carefully. “You have never done me any harm my lord, why should I fear you?”

“Do you know why I never hurt you, y/n?” Ramsay asked, his voice melting with softness.

“Because you’re kind, my lord,” you replied, eliciting a laugh from Ramsay.

“You and I both know that is not true,” he smiled, a hint of darkness flickering across his eyes. He reached up, gingerly pushing a lock of hair out of your eyes. “I’ve had my eye on you for some time now, y/n, and I’ve decided that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” A blush rose to your cheeks from the sweetness of his words.

“Thank you my lord, may I say that you are very handsome,” you told him.

Ramsay chuckled lightly. “I would be upset if you didn’t,” he teased. “I have one last question for you, y/n.” His fingertips brushed lighting over your arms, spreading goosebumps over skin.

“What is that, my lord?”

“Can I fuck you like I’ve been dreaming of for the past couple months?” his voice laced with lust.

“I would be upset if you didn’t,” you repeated his words back to him. He smirked, before attaching his lips to yours. His lips moved hungrily against yours, his hands exploring your body.

You ran your hands up his back, feeling the muscles of his back through his shirt. You twisted your fingers through his dark curls, something you’d always secretly wanted to do. Ramsay moved his lips down your body, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. He yanked your dress down, exposing your breasts to him. Ramsay nipped at your collar bones, it was no surprised to you that he liked to use his teeth.

Finally he moved to your breasts, running his tongue along the soft tissue. You let out a soft moan under his touch. The sound excited Ramsay, you could feel his bulge pressing against your leg. He pulled your dress off completely, taking a second to admire your body.

“Better than I imagined,” Ramsay said, biting his lip.

“You imagine me naked often, my lord?” you smirked.

“You have no idea.” He dragged his finger over your heat, pulling a gasp from your lips. He slipped a finger into you, pumping it quickly. He used his thumb to press circles over your clit.

“Ramsay,” you moaned. You tensed for a second, nervous that calling him by his name may upset him.

“I love it when you say my name,” his voice a low, lusty groan. You relaxed again, feeling the pleasure building quickly.

“I-I’m close,” you gasped, as Ramsay’s fingers worked quickly against you.

“Oh, y/n, you’re not done yet.” Ramsay teased, removing his finger from you. He quickly rid himself of his clothes. Your eyes ran over his toned body, pausing at his hardened length. The sight of him alone sent a tingle down your spine.

Ramsay lined himself up to your aching entrance and pushed himself inside you. You let out a low hiss as you adjusted to his size. He immediately began thrusting into, establishing a quick pace. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself moving closer to the edge.

“Fuck Ramsay,” you moaned, clawing at his back as pounded into you.

“Cum for me, y/n,” Ramsay demanded. With one final hard thrust, you felt you orgasm take over your body, filling you with complete bliss. Seeing you quiver beneath him was enough to send him over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he released himself in you.

Once you both finished Ramsay rolled off you and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I think you will have to make my bed more often,” Ramsay smirked.

“I’d like that, my lord,” you replied with a smile. You both decided you needed to get back to work, or it would start to look suspicious, though Ramsay promised that it wouldn’t be long before you were together again. You couldn’t help by smile as you got dressed, your only worry now being how the hell you were going to face Nyssa and Marcelle.

a/n: requests are open!

She is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Her skin is a chalky white, almost luminous in the surrounding gloom, an elegant tail thrashing back and forth as she bares sharp pointed teeth at me. Her dark hair hangs almost to her waist, seeming to move slightly as if she is underwater.

“Are you afraid of me?” She asks, and the question takes me by surprise.

It’s not fear that pounds in my chest.

“Should I be?” I retort suggestively in a terrible attempt at flirting. I’m such an idiot, and I hope she can’t see the flush on my cheeks as I edge towards her, my eyes roaming her body as discreetly as possible.

She laughs, deep and low in her throat. “You would approach me? I have torn apart larger things than you. I have eaten them whole. Would you still come closer?”

Her grin is positively feral now, and it makes me shudder with something quite different to fear. To be consumed by her would surely be exquisite.

“Oh, I’ll bet you’ve… eaten larger…..” GOD DAMN IT, why did I always have to lose my shit around pretty girls? My mind is blank and I desperately search for something impressive to say. “You’re beautiful,” is what I settle on, and it seems so stupid.

I look at the ground in shame at my pathetic attempts, but when she says nothing I cannot bear it. My eyes flit up to her incredible face and those black eyes have gone as round as saucers, the smirk fading from her lips.

“You think I’m beautiful?” She asks, and her voice is filled with pain. Now the fear creeps in, fear that I’ve hurt her with my moronic words.

“Far more than beautiful,” I explain. What is a word that means more than beautiful? “You are the most…. incredible….”

I get just that bit closer and try to hold my gaze with the perfection of her face.

“You really mean it, don’t you?” She says. She leans towards me and I find that I can see every detail of her now, her skin shining like glass in the moonlight.

“This is prol-probably a bit forward,” I say, stumbling over my words slightly and mentally cursing. “I was just wondering, if you weren’t doing anything else…. See the thing is, I don’t normally do this, but you…. you are just so….” So what? Beautiful? Incredible? I already used those words, I need another. Something better.

“All right,” she says, when I continue to come up short.

“You mean….”

She shrugs. “You’re cute. Nobody ever called me beautiful before.”

“No, but you are,” I say, far too enthusiastically, pleased that I managed to say something right after all.

Four years later and she still likes to remind me of my blundering efforts at seduction. I don’t mind though. It worked, after all.

Nyx-Chapter 2

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

The years had passed quickly, blurring into a whirl of golden halls and feasts.

Frigga had been most accommodating, giving you a place in the royal household and title as Princess.

The announcement had Loki giggling for days. “You are a Primordial Goddess, the personification of night and darkness, yet you preen at the notion of being a princess?” He laughs uproariously as you tsked at him, gathering the shimmery silver dress in your hands, ready to launch yourself at him. “Erebus and those pesky children of yours must not have known how to treat a Queen,” he quips. The smile falls from his face as he realizes what he’s  said. True to Loki’s nature he does not apologize, he merely grimaces at you, the apology written in his eyes.

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Miscellaneous quotes starters

  • “You couldn’t kill me even if you tried for one hundred years.”
  • “No regrets, yet every regret.”
  • “Awful things have their own kind of beauty.”
  • “We face the fire together. Brothers ‘til the end.”
  • “To the ends of the earth, would you follow me?“
  • “Never apologize for burning too brightly.”
  • “A pretty face doesn’t mean a pretty heart.”
  • “You can’t hold onto something that is already gone.”
  • “One resists the invasion of armies, not the invasion of ideas.”
  • “Maybe we’re from the same star.
  • “He’s a hopeless wanderer. His heart is bound by strings of shadows.”
  • “You’re all dressed up in bad news.”
  • “Keep my heart safe, it’s forever in your hands.”
  • “Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
  • “She is made of white roses and closely cropped locks of gold.”
  • “The future is not in the hands of fate, but in ours.”
  • “Don’t let your fear decide your future.”
  • “We wrote the prelude to our own fairy tale.”
  • “Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”
  • “Thoughts are like burning stars, and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe.”
  • “Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.”
  • “Through solitude we may sometimes find peace.”
  • “May the stars shine upon the end of your road.”
  • “You soothe my soul and leave me breathless.”
  • “I don’t have to be psychic to see that you’re in a very dark place.”
  • “My friend, for who could be my equal but you.”

I was finally doing okay
Then I found out what he did.
Now I want to run away,
Another part of me is dead.

He told it like it was a joke
And laughed as fear stained my face.
Every piece of me feels broke,
Fighting feels like a waste.

He was supposed to be my friend.
He took me when I was weak.
These horrors never seem to end.
He took me while I was asleep.

—  K.N.B.
Things That Go Bump In The Night--Imagine #14

Anonymous asked: Can you write an imagine where you’re scared of the dark and your crush guides you to the bathroom or something. ((; Its definitely not who you think it is requesting this, hehehe.

A/N: I’m sorry you waited so long for this, my baby. I hope it pleases you. <3


I woke up with a start. Oh shit. I needed to pee really bad. I moved my hand up to rub my eyes, when I felt something warm and solid next to me. The last few hours before I fell asleep rushed back. My boyfriend was sleeping over for the first time in the small apartment I lived in alone. I smiled in the dark at the soft little snores that fell from his mouth. His arm was still wrapped around me protectively and my stomach flipped at the realization that he had fallen asleep like that. He was lying on his stomach with his left arm resting on my stomach, since I had fallen asleep on my back. I wanted to savor this moment as long as possible. 

Still, the need to pee only increased the longer I lay there. Craning my neck to look at the silhouette of the door, I shuddered at having to walk the short distance from my warm bed to the bathroom. In the dark. I flopped my head back against the pillow, groaning quietly, paralyzed by fear of the dark. 

“Unf, babe,” I heard and felt c/n whisper into my ear, scooting closer to me and wrapping me closer to his side. The warm puffs of his breath tickled my neck. Why did he have to be so goddamn sexy the second he woke up?

“How did you know I was awake?” I whispered, not turning to look at him.

He nuzzled his nose along the back of my ear before moving his lips to my ear. “Guess my body is always hyper-aware of you, even in sleep,” he said quietly, his gravelly voice thick with sleep, making me squirm. 

I didn’t answer, partly too embarrassed to admit my fear of the dark, and partly too flustered by his voice and the way his lips and nose were caressing the outline of my ear. 

“Baby, what is it?” Fuck, how was it possible for him to make me so hot and agitated so easily. He moved his lips to the skin below my ear, leaving hot, wet, sloppy kisses down my neck.

“Oh, fuck. C/n, stop!” I whined, laughing breathily and pushing him away from me. 

“Mm,” he moved back against my resistance, too strong for my feeble attempts to keep his mouth off me. He kept talking and leaving kisses, while I struggled silently to keep both my bladder and sounds of enjoyment under control. 

“Mmm,” a kiss lower on my neck.

“I’m not,” a suck on my collar bone.

“Gonna stop,” a searing lick across the middle of my neck, as he rose partly over me on his elbows. 

I squirmed, my breathing hitching. 

“Until you tell me,” an open-mouthed kiss under my tilted up chin.

“What’s wrong,” he finally broke down my resistance as I moaned at the feel of him sucking my skin into his mouth and grazing his teeth against it. 

“I’m scared of the dark,” I said through a strangled breath, defeated. 

He finally stopped torturing me with that fucking mouth of his and rose to hover over my face. Even in the dark, I could see the concern in his eyes. As well as a glint of amusement. 

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” I warned, my voice hoarse. 

A breathy chuckle fell from his lips caressing my face. “That’s fucking adorable.”

I could feel my face heating up at his words. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, and I would’ve been actually grateful for the dark for hiding my blush but I knew he could feel it. 

Suddenly, he threw the covers off us both, moved his head down to my stomach, and left a kiss over my night shirt. 

“You are so cute, just how? How did I get so lucky to have such an adorable girl love me,” he looked up at me, shaking his head in disbelief. 

I felt his one arm under my back, and the other move under my legs. Before I could ask what he was doing I was lifted off the bed bridal style. I could feel the muscles of his biceps flex under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He opened the bedroom door, crossing over to the bathroom. 

“Please never be shy to ask for my help. You’re my queen. I am your king. It’s only fitting I carry you to your throne,” he said, gently setting me on the cold bathroom floor. 

He turned on the light and I almost collapsed. His hair was a mess of h/c locks tangled in different knots, and yet still managed to make him look sexy as fuck. His eyes were staring down at me with what could only be described as admiration. His lips and eyes were puffy from sleep, and the goofy grin that was plastered on his face made me weak in the knees.

“The queen has a request,” I said, my eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips repeatedly.

“Anything for my majesty,” he said, pinning me between his body and the bathroom counter, his breath already uneven. 

I smiled, satisfied I could have such an effect on him. I grabbed a fistful of the front of his night shirt, yanking him down to my level. We were so close we were swallowing each other’s shallow breaths. 

“You finish what you started in bed,” I said, using my best seductive voice. 

A quiet moan fell from c/n’s lips as he watched my tongue wet my lips. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Just as he was about to kiss me I shoved him out the door.

“First I need to pee,” I said as I sat on the toilet.

“You fucking tease,” his strangled voice came from the other side of the door. I knew his mannerisms so well, I knew he was running his hands through his hair and down his neck the way he always did when I teased him. 

“You’re gonna pay for that. And we’ll give a whole new meaning to the saying ‘things that go bump in the night’,” I heard him shout from the bedroom. 

I couldn’t wait. 

Straying From The Usual {Kim Taehyung} ~ceasefire~

Prompt:  Reader catches Tae masturbating calling their name and they offer to help him out? Make it fluffy at the end pls~ ♥️

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: None

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Forbidden Fruit ( juice ).


Beneath the bridges where my thoughts do flow,
Where all my fears and terrors go;
All washed away in a raging stream,
Yet still my Daemons roar and scream.

Black clouds stain my clear blue sky,
And will not let, sleeping Devils lie,
Inside my being, grows the urge to sin,
To let loose the darkness that grows within.

For all seems calm; a tranquil sea,
And no one sees the storm in me;
This seething fury with its icy claws,
That cuts and scrapes at my weakest flaws.

There are days when living’s just an endless chore;
When I crave Forbidden Fruit once more,
I would gladly go on bend’d knee,
To quench this thirst that tortures me.

Sometimes I think this world is cruel,
And to go without, makes me a fool,
I want to set these Daemons free,
Then the world can once more laugh at me.

And then a peaceful, calmness falls,
I shed tears and fears, inside these walls,
The sun breaks through, and light shines in,
And life is good to live again.

I look around me; I have many friends,
This strength my Higher Power sends,
I will hold your hand, I will rise and pray,
And together, we can win the day.

 
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts

Dying Petals - Joker Imagine

//This is so bad I apologize ahead of time.//

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Y/N’S POV

Splayed across the floor like the bodies of the dead men and women the joker has left behind, were the small but fragile rose petals which would usually represent romance but in this case it didn’t even get close to that mark. 

It was three days after our 1 year anniversary and yet I felt no love or joy or even thrill that could quite possibly come with the joker, all I felt was despair. I was a broken doll, stuck on repeat; going to meetings, being the precious queen and his partner in crime. Only that gimmick gets old quickly. 

With my hands folded in my lap covering a small petal, the heat that radiated throughout my body killed the beautiful petal with one fatal swoop, much like Joker did three days ago when the only thing he could muster up to say was, “A year already? Crazy how Im not tired of you.” 

Now that small joking sentence crushed my small heart surrounded by petals as beautiful as these. The tear drops cascaded down my cheeks in an ugly manner  as I pulled my self off the floor threw threw the deceased petal from my palm and grabbed my suitcase. 

Looking behind me I saw the home I’ve been trapped in and the home where I was once happy, but I no longer saw joy but a prison. I walked out the dark door into the nippy Gotham air and began to walk. 

I left my phone and car behind knowing Joker would track me, once he sees I’m gone. Headlights flashed by me in a daze and my strides became larger. I wasn’t afraid no one would touch me but I couldn’t bear to life my head up and face the civilians who fear me. 

I reached my old apartment where Joker had broken into in order to use it as a safe house. I laughed at the memory while touching the card board that covered the shattered window. Turning on the lights was no use since the electric bill hadn’t been payed, there was no running water and dust had ben collected everywhere. Perfect. 

I went to my room and laid on the bed trying to soothe my mind and maybe gets some peaceful sleep, away from his yelling. Soon enough i found my self dozing off for the first time in days, it felt great. 

Joker’s POV 

I slammed the front door open fuming from a heist going wrong, I should of brought Y/N with me. Already agitated all I wanted was to go drink myself to sleep and not hear her annoying voice. 

It was eerie in my house, I didn’t hear Y/N humming over doing anything, who am I kidding she was probably asleep its all she does anyway. I opened my door to my office poured myself a glass of hard liquor and slumped into my large chair. I sat there pondering in the silence not being able to shake the feeling of something missing. 

Finally having enough of it, I charged out of the room ready to yell at Y/N for making me feel this way but when I went into the bedroom she wasn’t there. I checked the kitchen, the basement, the living room and the garage but she was nowhere to be found. 

I went back to the bedroom to find her phone and her keys, I checked all the drawers and the closet and all her personal items were gone. She was gone. She left me. How dare she. 

Who does she thinks she is, thinking she can leave the Joker? Jokes on her I didn’t like her that much anyway, it was time for me to upgrade. 

I glided back into my office and calmly sat in the chair trying to erase the ache I was feeling. With the more alcohol I consumed the more my thoughts raced. 

Why did she leave me? 

She knows better. 

She loves me. 

Over to my right I see the roses I had given her thrown all around the floor, destroyed. The petals withered and brown and a small note laying in the middle of all the chaos. 

“You don’t know what you have until you’ve lost it.” 

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This was shitty but I’m bored so HEY! Legoo. 

~M

The Captain and the Syren

So I dont usually post non fandom-related things, but I had a request so I wrote a thing…

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He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t. The idea of a half woman half fish living in the sea and luring sailors to their deaths was laughable, ludicrous even.

So when the townspeople had warned him to stay away from the rocks, had told him of the monsters that roamed the shallows, of the mermaids who sang their deadly song… the Captain had rolled his eyes and finished his ale and set off anyway.

He didn’t believe in mermaids. Really he didn’t.

Which was fine, because mermaid didn’t seem the right word for the creature staring up at him.

She was both lovely and horrifying, and even though his eyes were first drawn to her bare breasts, he was instantly distracted by her hair draping wet across her shoulders and down her back. He could not look away from the curve of her waist, from the glistening skin that blended seamlessly into coal black scales. The graceful length of her arms and fingernails that were almost claws digging into the rock beneath her.

And oh her eyes. Bottomless yet sparking with fire all at the same time.

And the Captain– the Captain was lost.

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Book Shop ::: Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Y/N and Ashton

Word Length: 3800

Rating: Smut

A short story where you catch Ashton Irwin reading smut. Oops.

****This is a rewrite of a story that I previously published, but about a million times better. 

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Pure Evil

Anonymous said:

Peter pan fanfic where yn is the most feared villain of all time and he takes an interest on her bc EVIL 😅😂

50shadesofpetals said:

Hey 🌸 Can you do an imagine where Pan is dating you, but he discovers through one of the younger boys that Felix likes you. And Peter confronts Felix about it, and kills him, in front of you? 😊 I hope that’s an okay idea?

Warning/s: dark reader and dark pan

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Summary: you’re the most feared villain

Character: Peter Pan

Y/N laughed as the woman in front of her begged for her daughter’s life. “Just spare my daughter’s life, please!” the woman shouted. Y/N pouted mockingly. “Sorry, lady. But I don’t make exceptions.” Y/N waved her hand as the woman and her daughter fell to the ground, lifeless. Y/N chuckled darkly and disappeared into thin air.

Y/N is known as the most evil of them all. She’s more evil than the Evil Queen and the dark one. Everyone is afraid of her because she’s basically the most powerful in all the realms. Her history with the sorcerer and the very first dark one isn’t very appealing. For the sorcerer and the dark one, that is.

Y/N’s appearance isn’t exactly suitable for her personality because when you look at her, all you will see is an innocent teenage girl. You wouldn’t expect her to be the terrifying, evil one.

Being the most evil person can be pretty hard. People begging for their lives, others asking for your help for something stupid. There’s even this one point where the dark one asked you to join forces with him which you happily declined, causing for him to grow an unbearable hatred towards you. But being the most evil one can be also quite entertaining because you wouldn’t expect a demon to take an interest towards you.

Yes, a demon has taken an interest in you. A demon that goes by the name ‘Peter Pan’. No one has ever tried flirting with you, because they were all scared, so when Peter Pan asked you to have dinner with him on his island, you politely agreed.


That dinner happened a long time ago and what you and Peter have now is quite confusing. You didn’t exactly accept him to be your lover and when he asked why, you just answered with “Not just because I ate dinner with you, doesn’t mean I want to be with you”. But you did stay on Neverland. You wanted to give him a try. You wanted to see what he’s capable of.

All you ever did with him was flirt and maybe some teasing which he loved because it ‘shows off your dark side’. Not that your dark side isn’t already showing.

There’s this one day though. The day where Peter finally impressed you. He made it clear that he’s capable to do anything for you.

Felix, Peter’s right hand man, apparently had a ‘crush’ on you. The younger lost boys knew about it and told Peter about it. Peter wasn’t exactly happy to hear that news. He didn’t want any competition when it comes to you so he did what was needed to be done.

He called Felix and confronted him in front of you. You could see the nervousness raging through the poor boy’s body. You enjoyed the scene in front of you though. You smirked as Peter asked Felix if what the younger lost boys said was true. When Felix nodded, Peter shoved his hand in Felix’s chest, gripping his heart tightly causing the boy to fall on his knees.

“Next time, don’t try to go against me.” Peter crushed the heart and smirked.

“Oh.. I guess there wouldn’t be any next time then” he chuckled darkly and turned towards you.

Your smirk turned into a genuine smile.

“Feisty.. I like it” you whispered. Peter’s face lit up as he walked over to you.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah..” you smiled, leaning closer to his face.

“Did you somehow change your opinion about me then?” he asked, leaning closer to your face.

“Indeed” you closed the space and kissed him deeply, him smirking against your lips as he used his hands to pull you closer to his body, loving the body heat that was coming from you.

Needless to say, the both of you became the most feared couple in the entire realms, always succeeding in every mission you two has faced. Peter was the best thing that happened to you and you to him.



note: lol @ this .. anyways.. i hope you liked this one! thanks for the request and all.. :3

I feel like I’m slightly beginning to write smut lmao


but i dont :P


Requests are OPEN yo!

Enjoy the Show (pt. 13)

Dark is wandering the halls of Ego Inc. late one night after everyone else has gone home. It’s unimaginably quiet when the others aren’t here, and it almost unnerves him. But he enjoys the simplistic nature of the shadows and the silence.

Until a chill runs up his spine.

He senses something… someone else in the hall with him. He feels his aura flick and glitch as he turns around, ready to fight. He finds himself staring at the other end of an empty hallway, no different than when he’d just seen it. But still, something nags at him, chewing at his mind like there’s an obvious detail that he’s missing.

Then the hallway bends and becomes narrower the longer he looks at it, stretching into an endless passageway, thin and dark. The walls press in on either side, and Dark’s breath hitches in his throat. Fire springs up all around him. The flames reach out for him in the shape of a young man with crazed eyes, and Dark runs, runs down the hall as it continues to shrink down until he has to turn side ways to make it through.

Eventually he’s trapped, pressed between the two walls and gasping for air as the fire consumes the oxygen in the room, and Dark can’t move. Something in his terror-filled brain tells him that this isn’t real, but the rest of him is too far gone to truly acknowledge it. After a few more minutes of gasping and choking on the smoke, Dark passes out.

When he comes to, a young man with streaks of bluish purple running down his cheeks is studying him from a chair across from him. “Claustrophobia and pyrophobia… no not the fire itself, but the person who set the fire.” The young man snaps his fingers and points at Dark. “Yep, that’s it. What on earth did that guy do to you?”

Dark grinds his teeth and strains against the ropes that hold him in place. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

Natemare smirks. “Oh, you aren’t going anywhere, not until I’ve had my say.” Mare gets up and steps closer, hands folded behind his back in a way of mimicking Dark’s usual poise. He bends at the hip and comes face to face with the other figment. “You’re kinda pathetic, you know that? A lonely man trying to ignore his fears, dealing out pain left and right like you’re some kind of god.”

Dark spits in Natemare’s face and raises an eyebrow. “And who are you? Some emo kid with a few useless powers?”

Mare wipes his face with the back of his hand and stands up again. “Does my host own way too much black? Yes. Do I mind? Not really. Plus, you’re one to talk, Eyeliner.” Natemare rolls his shoulders and laughs. “Besides, my powers took you down in what, three minutes? That’s pretty sad. At least your buddies Will and the one with the blindfold managed a solid five. Then again, they’ve had to deal with worse things than me.”

“Yeah, me,” Dark says, licking his lips and smiling. He glitches against the ropes binding him, but he can’t get out of them no matter what he does. Then the realization hits him, and he almost flinches.

“Oh!” Natemare laughs and tilts his head to the side. “What’s that? Is the Supreme Edgelord afraid of little Natemare?” He bends down and shouts, “Boo!” before falling over onto the floor and laughing. “That’s rich!”

Dark tries to move farther away from Mare. “No. No. No.” He shakes his head. He’s not afraid. He can’t be. Not again.

Mare suddenly morphs into twelve more of himself, springing to his feet and surrounding Dark on all sides. “Uh oh, Dark. Better watch it. Hear that?” Mare puts a hand to his ear. “That’s your heartbeat racing! Faster, faster, faster!”

Dark writhes against the ropes and feels fire prick up around him, setting the ropes ablaze until they burn away. “Enough!” He jumps at one of the Natemare’s, but he slips right through the mist. He can’t tell which one is real and which ones are just illusions. “Show yourself!”

The Natemare’s look around at each other. “Uh, no,” they say in chorus and laugh at him.

“Fine,” Dark says. His aura forms into several ribbon-like sinews and lashes out at the illusions, stabbing into their chests until he finds the real one, but his fear keeps him from injuring the infuriating figment as he dances out of the way of the sweeping ribbons of aura. Dark pants, nearly exhausted. “What will it take to get you to leave me alone?”

Natemare rolls his neck and takes a deep breath. He’s tired himself, but the rush of Dark’s fear fills up his head with starbursts. “Oh, I suppose I’m done now. I just wanted the chance to take a shot at you. Now that I’ve had my fun,” he takes a bow, “I’ll be going.”

Dark lunges at him, but as he does, Natemare disappears into mist. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” he whispers as he melts away, and Dark’s shell cracks with a scream of rage.

When they get back to Nate’s place, Mare breaks away from his host, cackling, and Nate just shakes his head and throws himself on his bed. “I thought he was going to kill us for sure…”

Mare just grins. “But it was so much fun, right?”

Nate looks up at the misty version of himself and smirks. “Yeah, let’s do it again sometime.”

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