voice out of darkness

“Sometimes I lie awake at night and I ask, “Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?” …Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, “We hate to tell you this but life is a thousand word essay.”
—  Charles M. Schulz , Charlie Brown 
Why Ryan Ross is probably the most relatable person ever
  • He used to be a huge Mcr and Fall Out Boy fanboy
  • He collected merch, met them after concerts
  • Got his ears gauged as a teen
  • He used to wear eyeliner.
  • Voluntarily did loads of intricate makeup
  • He’s had lots of very emo haircuts
  • Took bad selfies and posted them on the internet
  • Ran a blog on LiveJournal
  • Didn’t fit in at school
  • Didn’t get along with his family
  • He was kinda (very) pretentious
  • He wrote emo lyrics about his life
  • Desperately wanted to get out of his town
  • Insecure about his appearance, his voice
  • Into dark themed books/movies
  • Tends to fall down/injure himself
  • Has a unique fashion sense that a lot of people would call weird
  • He likes playing instruments
  • Genuinely likes reading and writing
  • Takes regrettable decisions
  • He really likes getting into specific aesthetics
  • He’s dyed/highlighted his hair (black,blue, green, silver)
  • Likes dressing up and costumes
  • Awkward as Fuck
  • He wears a single earring these days
  • Likes using emojis
  • He likes animals more than people
  • He’s painfully underappreciated

He’s been through everything we experience. And I just. Yeah.

The shadow of a figure danced across the floorboards, an outline of someone bent lazily against the door frame. A single golden lamp illuminated the room, and just that light was enough to make out a pair of glimmering blue eyes in the inky darkness. Your heart faltered, breath hitching in your throat-

“Kai?” You whispered, your voice shaking.

He melted out of the darkness, handsome as ever, familiar goofy grin plastered to his flushed lips. 

“Hi,” he breathed lightly.

And just like that, the crushing pain of loss you’d been drowning in for years was gone, and he was here in the flesh, and god, you loved him so damn much. Tears clawing at your eyes, your voice was lost as you bolted across the room, plummeting straight into his outstretched arms, sobbing uncontrollably into the soft fabric of his tee. You couldn’t believe it. That overpowering cologne was his, those firm arms locking around your waist were his, and that heartbeat strumming in his chest was his.

“Is it really you?” you wept in shock, fingers clawing into his back as you pressed tighter, wanting to know that this feeling was real.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” he cooed, his hand coming up to your head, the feeling of his cool rings gliding across your skin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You released him, bending up on your tip-toes to reach his perfectly sculpted face. You trailed your fingertips lightly over his features in awe, finger pads gliding across his jawline, stubble, and tracing around his lips. 

“Malachai?” you whispered again, still disbelieving. “How do I know I’m not hallucinating?”

His fingers crawled under your chin, raising your head so your eyes were forced to meet his brilliant blue ones.

“Because if you were,” his voice rumbled deeply, “you wouldn’t feel this.”

His eyes fluttered closed, full lips coming gently to lock with yours. His hands went slithering around your waist, lips conjoined like two puzzle pieces, the taste of his mouth intoxicating. His nose squished against yours as he dipped in deeper for the briefest of moments before drawing back.

“Believe me now?” he asked gently.

But you didn’t need to answer, for the tears streaming down your cheeks told the answer. Kai brushed off your tears before bringing his fingers to pull away your loose strands of hair affectionately back into place. You brought your forehead to his, arms swinging around his neck, the aching in your heart numbing with every second he held you.

“I promised you I’d go to hell and back for you,” he murmured.

Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by pjmjjk


Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 


His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    


On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 


Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.


Originally posted by jjks

Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.


The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 


You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.


K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

anonymous asked:

can please you do a bts taehyung smut where he's your bf and he's teaching you a dance at the practice room and he ends up fingering you in front of the mirror (and you can take it from there if you want)

I Recommend listening to kiss it better by Rihanna while you read this💖

Hard Work:

“What are you willing to do” Your sweaty palms pressed against the mirror of the practice room as one foot planted down in the ground and the other pushed back out behind it to rest your toes down against the marble floor but your heel in the air as Rihanna’s Kiss It Better played through the speakers. You took deep breaths head rolling forward with your eyes shut as you focused on calming down your beating heart. Sweat dripped down all parts of your body, from your forehead down your face, from the middle of your shoulders down your back.  The ponytail you had decided to put in your head was giving you a headache but you didn’t want to take it out until you were done.

“You can’t be tired already.” Taehyung teased, his dark raspy voice sounding out through the somewhat quiet room as the song ended. You looked at him through the mirror almost glaring at him as you slowly pushed off the wall.

“Fuck you.. I’m tired can we stop now?” You asked softly bracing your hands on your hips rolling your neck around.

“it’s barely been an hour baby.” Taehyung gave a soft chuckle as he made his way up to you, his hand coming out to rest on your lower back.

“Yeah and that’s enough time for me to see what I got down and what I need to get down.” You swatted his hand away from your sweaty body frowning because it was gross to you. He was doing this to get under your skin.

“And you expect to ace the dance audition with that attitude? You haven’t learned anything.” Taehyung sighed watching you. You had asked for his help with creating a dance with you. It was so that you could become a dance trainer for those who are starting to rise up as young artist and hone their skills. It was going to be something like a workshop and the hours were going to help you financially.

“I did! I learned that I don’t like dancing that much and if it’s for me then I’ll get it.” You lied feeling discouraged as you stare down at the wooden bar that was in the middle of the mirror. Taehyung sighed walking backwards going to the speaker to unplug his phone.

“Fine then, get changed and we can go.” You were shocked that he gave in so easily. You ran behind him wrapping your arms around his waist with your energy clinging onto him. Your breast pressed against his chest as your fingers sprawled out across his lower abdomen feeling the lines of his abs, his head rolling forward to look down at your fingers. He stood a few inches taller than you, but you liked the height, your body pressing fully against his you pouted puffing out your cheeks.

“You’re not supposed to give up that easily..” You mumbled as you watched him.

“Why not when my girl doesn’t want to do it? You know that I always agree to what you want no matter what, you said you didn’t want to do it anymore so I was going to take you home.” Taehyung said softly looking over his shoulder at you.

“But! That was because I’m discouraged.. Look at you! You’re so good when you dance. What if someone comes along and they are good like you or any of the other members? I’ll be back to where I started..” You let him go looking down at your hands. “We can go then.. I want a bath.” You muttered out feeling like a little kid for saying such things Taehyung turned around and he smiled down softly at you cupping your cheeks he pressed a kiss against your forehead nuzzling your nose with his and proceeding to look in your eyes.

“Something I learned along the way? There will always be someone better than you in some areas but, there will never be anyone who can be you. And in some songs, no one will be able to do it like you can, especially when you have the style. If you focus too much on the negatives you will never see positives so keep your chin up. You are wonderful in your own way; your moves are great. I love watching you perform. You have heart and ability. I wasn’t that good when I started out but I got better with the help of my friends. And now that I know this, I’m going to push you and help you get better. Get your cute little ass back over there and let’s start it up.” Taehyung teased letting you go.

“It’s not that little.” You mumbled looking back at your ass in the mirror how the black shorts clung to the curve of it. Taehyung bit on his bottom lip eyeing you humming.

“It’s just right, good enough to slap, smack and bite.” He could feel his dick twitch in his pants at just the thought and you couldn’t help but feel your own lower regions get wet.

“Taehyung!” You whined glaring at him. “Don’t start this when you know I will get needy.” He smirked nodding.

“I know, because I’ve been thinking of a deal to give my girl.” He paused leaning against the wall.

“Go on.” You countered taking a few steps back keeping your eyes on him.

“Prove to me that you want this, let me see in this next run through of your dance what you can do. If. IF I feel you have met up to my needs of it, then I will reward you by giving you my fingers. Nothing else though you, you get a little too loud when you’re caught up.” You felt your cheeks darken at his words but you nodded your head biting on your bottom lip.

“That I can do.” Taehyung nodded his head and you moved back to your spot. Rolling up the sleeves of your shirt you tucked them into your bra and flexed your muscles. You wiggled out your limbs as the intro played. Starting to wind your body to the slow song, you moved your hips to the best of your ability. Some movements you had to do were a fast passage of motion before you slowed down again, the foot work was close to pissing you off. Taehyung didn’t know if he just really wanted an excuse to finger you or to see you truly feel you were doing good. Probably the combination of both, whatever the case it had him walking towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing down on your hips to drop you down with his body. He gracefully moved behind you.

“Feel me.” He said softly kissing under your earlobe. He glided you across the floor, his hips pushing into yours, you tried to focus on the song and your moves, but instead your eyes were looking down to see your hips pressed against the males. How he rolled his hips up against yours, his member starting to feel outlined through his black jogging pants. Taehyung was biting on his bottom lip deep in thought about dancing with you, his sweet scent mixed with a little sweat filling your nostrils. You tried to hold in your groan but a tiny whine slipped through your lips.

“Damn foot.” You tried to play it off shaking your foot before you were turned towards him. Taehyung laughed out and pressed one of his legs between yours and you did the same, grinding your hips on his thigh trying to follow the movement of the song. The air in the room slowly becoming thicker and laced with something else. Taehyung slowly let his grip get tighter on your hips watching as you breast moved in his face. Feeling your heat grind against his thigh. Taehyung, saw you circle your hips once, and he couldn’t hold it but he was trying to. Leaning forward he pressed against you surprising you with a rough kiss. Taehyung backed you up until you were against the mirror, his nails starting to bite into your skin as he rolled his hips against yours. His leg moving against your pussy only covered by so much, a loud surprised moan left your lips, and Taehyung enjoying every moment of this drunk up your needy sounds pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced around each other’s, letting him control the kiss as you dry humped one another against the wall. Taehyung’s hands danced down towards your ass gripping the plump flesh in his large hands he gave a hard squeeze letting out his own groan at feeling the plump flesh under his fingertips. Your body was getting hotter, your breast was becoming puckered against the cotton fabric of your bra. Your hands went to dance up his biceps, continuing upward until you were grabbing at his hair. He bit on your tongue gently only pulling back when his chest start to hammer too hard and he got lightheaded from not taking the oxygen. A thin trail of spit connected your lips as he looked down at you with so much want and desire. He licked over his plump bottom lip continuing to roll against you, his hands moving to pull your shorts up over your cheeks making the fabric slide between your ass cheeks. You groaned slightly as your bare flesh felt his hands, he pressed you harder against the mirror the wood biting into your lower back as you rolled your hips down against his leg, your panties and shorts becoming soaked from the juices that were releasing from your pussy.  He leaned down pressing his lips against your neck sucking lightly on your spot, his teeth grazing against it lightly before he bit down on the skin causing a blooming red mark to rise. Your hands danced through his damp locks from the sweat, playing with the luscious hair as he gave you pleasure creating hickeys all over your skin.

“Taehyung.” You called out in need, your body becoming sensitive to him and you didn’t know how you were going to be able to handle too much more teasing.

“I know baby girl. You did so good in your last run through, you’ve convinced me that you are a good girl. I can reward you now.” He said softly halting his movements. He pulled back from you grabbing your hand until he was sitting down a few feet from the mirror. He pulled you down by your hand spreading his legs wide. “Turn around.” He commanded softly, you could tell from how low his voice dropped that he wasn’t playing any games.

You turned around, sitting down in front of him only for him to scope you up in his arms and pull you until you were flush against his body, his broad chest against your back. He used his hands to grip at the insides of your thigs and move your legs until each one was over his parted legs. Taehyung kissed on your shoulder and towards your neck, his hands drawing imaginary circles against your parted thighs, dragging his nails up your thighs lightly he used one hand to cup your pussy. The song on repeat in the background helped you feel more in the mood, your head rolling to the side giving him more access, your nerves were becoming a mess, breath hitching and heart rate spiking faster than you thought it would. You didn’t want to ask him about the door though you were quite worried someone might disturb the both of you, all you wanted right now was Taehyung. His palm moving up and down your pussy slowly, his fingertips stroking over the area slowly. Giving him a shuddering moan, your hips lifted slightly, your hands pressing against the top of his knees as you tried to enjoy it. Shutting your eyes your hips lifted when Taehyung tapped your thighs, you helped him pull down your shorts and off they went. Instead of taking off your panties, he dipped his hand inside looking into the mirror as his fingers grazed against your wet pussy. The mewl that left your lips didn’t help his hormones. Letting a groan resonate deep in his chest, his fingers found your clit rubbing the wet pert bud with long circular strokes. He bit on your earlobe gently, sucking on the spot as his fingers sped up slowly, he watched as your hips rolled against his hand, the needy sounds that built up in your lips, how your eyebrows knitted as you concentrated on the pleasure he was giving you. Taehyung didn’t stop playing with your clit until he could slowly start to hear the wet sounds over the music if he concentrated just as hard. His long thick fingers slid down your slit slowly.

“Do you want me to kiss it better baby?” He asked causing you to moan out his name nodding your head. Smirking softly, he opened your pussy lips with two of his fingers, his middle finger stroking against your entrance. Slowly he pushed his long digit in feeling your warm wet silk walls. His finger pushing as deep as it could before he slid it out feeling all the wetness that was starting to gather inside of your pussy. He bit on his bottom lip, his free hand gripping at your panties and yanking them to the side so that he could see your glistening center better. Your thighs tightening and flexing as he fingered you slowly. Circling his finger inside of you, he let go of your panties once they were in place, sliding his hand under your shirt and up your stomach slowly until his fingers were softly tracing under the bottom of your bra. Outlining the skin were the fabric stopped, his fingers moved to press against your nipples that were hard against your bra. He groped you through the bra for a bit before he was yanking down the fabric freeing your breast. Gasping once again, your back arched as he gripped onto your right nipple twisting it pressing himself closer to you.

“Open your eyes Y/N.” Taehyung called out your name. Slowly you opened your eyes and found his through the mirror, he let your pussy lips go with his finger only so that he could slid in another finger to rest against his middle one stretching you out more he thrusted his digits slowly inside of you wanting to build up the pace at a slower tempo. Your eyes rest on his while he kneaded your breast, fondling you on the floor, you couldn’t stop your moans that wanted to eagerly slip from your lips and let him know how good you were feeling. Taehyung, had you trembling in his hold becoming nothing more than putty as he played with you. His fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy. Your hips rutted up against his fingers, and Taehyung picked up the speed slowly licking over his chapped lips as he started to moan.

“Does daddy make you feel good when he touches your little pussy?” He asked softly letting his fingers fuck you at a quicker pace stills thrusting them until his knuckles were buried, you nodded your head, your eyes dropping low as your flush face came into play. “Say it.”

“I love how you play with my wet pussy daddy.” You moaned out gripping at the sides of his shirts crying out.

“Do you like daddy playing with your body like this? You’re such a dirty good girl letting daddy stroke the insides of your wall on the floor. Anyone could come in and see me doing such scandalous things to you.” He commented licking across your jaw.

“I mm shit. I don’t care daddy.” You admitted pressing against him.

“No? You want people to see you being a little needy girl for daddy while I make you cum all over my fingers. I can’t wait to taste those sweet juices.” He whispered against your ears causing you to groan nodding.

“Daddy please go faster, make me cum.” You muttered out to Taehyung, looking between his face and his fingers that speed up inside of you. He was happy to oblige picking up his speed as fast as he could go adding his third finger. He curved them all finding your spot instantly, his thumb rubbing against your clit as his hand switched to your other breast to give it attention. Your hips snapped up to meet the thrusts he gave to you, walls squeezing around his fingers your juices slid down your parted thighs and onto the floor of the practice room but neither of you cared. Your stomach was tightening as Taehyung pressed his fingers deep inside of you, the whole thing was making you unravel a bit more. You turned your head to kiss his lips once again. Your hand moving to grab at his wrist as you felt your stomach tighten up the tingling feeling starting to pool in your system.

“Are you going to cum for me and let me have those juices?” Taehyung asked you loving how you looked, plastered hair against your face with wild strands sticking out your body jerking erratically against his, feet almost pressing flat on the ground so that you could aid him. He was so in love with everything you did.

“Mmm yeah I’m going to be Taehyung’s good girl and cum all over his fingers. My pussy loves when you fuck it. And when we get home I’m going to show you just how much with my tongue.” Taehyung felt his eyes turn darker if possible, your words setting him off causing him to roughly shake his hand side to side inside of you and it was game over. Your back arched as you cried out his name, squirting all over his fingers and the floor under you. Taehyung kept going seeing all the water squirt from you, his hand up to his elbow got drenched and he didn’t care it was worth it to watch your hips react to it, how you gripped at his skin your nails biting into him now. He kept moving his hand that way until he felt he got it all out seeing you calm down from your high. Slowly your limbs unlocked and you rested against his body. Taehyung pulled his fingers from you bringing them up to his lips he licked off your essence moaning as he tasted you wanting something to hold him over until you both got home.

After a few minutes of nothing, Taehyung got up and pulled you with him going to get your workout bags and his phone from the speaker. He helped you put on your shorts and straighten up yourself. Throwing an arm around you he pulled you out of the room and you frowned looking up at him as you headed towards the entrance.

“Aren’t you going to clean up the mess we made? Or at least let me!” You squeaked feeling yourself become flustered.

“Nah.” Taehyung shook his head with a growing smirk on his lips. “I got a bet to settle with Namjoon. He probably will be the only one who realized what it is.

A few hours later

“Whoever was working in here must have practiced really hard to have sweat still on the floor like that.” Jimin commented looking down at the spots of water that was still left remaining from earlier today.

“That’s not water, and get away from that or Taehyung will kill you.” Namjoon commented with an evil smirk shaking his head in disbelief as he pulled fifty dollars from his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. “Son of a bitch.” He commented still in shock at the fact that he lost a bet.

EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 4

ONESHOTS:

  • I’ll take you as you are by Behindthecities
    Summary: Even can’t sleep so Isak draw’s him a bath.

  • One More Second by kosekardemomme
    Summary: Isak invites the boys over to hang out with Even, for the first time with just them, just after Christmas. “Evak” can’t keep their hands off each other, though.

  • isak x even | dance so good by BloonStuff
    Summary: When Isak happens upon Even out of bed in the first time in a few days, he decides to make the most of the moment. 

- more under the cut -

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Starco Week 3 - Day 1

“Damn, it’s hard to get to that pathetic princess.” A large brute said.

“Yeah, she’s long due for an initiation, but with her bodyguard agent Diaz around we can’t touch her.”

“Why don’t we shake them up a little then? Scare them a bit.” One of them suggested.

Another smiled. “I like that idea. They won’t know what’s coming.”


“C'mon, Marco! We have math now!” Star urged him as the bell rung, signaling the next period.

Marco winced. “Do we have to go to math? I’m already in a bad mood and I’m not looking forward to making it worse,” he replied.

“Geez, are we sure you’re the one who’s supposed to look after me? We have to go! If you miss class you’ll get detention!” Star exclaimed.

Marco feigned a gasp and shook his head. “No not detention!”

“Diaz, that is extremely rude.” Star seriously replied.

Marco sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, you can go without me princess. I don’t want you missing class and getting in trouble, which will inevitably lead to both of us getting into trouble. I’ll show up…later, okay?”

Star frowned before giving him a nod. “Okay. But don’t get in trouble!” She commanded.

Marco waved her off as she ran off to Ms. Skullnick’s room. He sighed and scratched the bandage on his cheek.

Lying down on the hill just far off the school building, Marco was taking a nap; taking in the feel of the grass below him, the air he breathed, and the warmth that coursed through him.

Suddenly he was jarred awake, being shaken by somebody. He grabbed whoever was shaking him by the scruff of their necks and threw them down to the ground, holding a fist near their face.

Marco’s victim shivered in fear until Marco stared at him for a few seconds and gave him a look of confusion. “Ferguson?”

Marco let go of his fellow classmate, standing straight and crossing his arms. “Okay spit it out. Why’d you wake me up?”

“Um, Skullnick asked me to find you and bring you to class.” Ferguson stammered.

Marco frowned and cracked his neck, which was stiff from sleeping. Damn, Skullnick knew he wouldn’t try and beat up Ferg. Being an old friend and pitiful made him more likely to survive with Marco.

He groaned and rolled up the sleeves of his jacket. “Alright, let’s go.” Marco started walking toward his class, before stopping and turning to Ferguson. “You coming or do you want to lie there all day?”

Ferguson scrambled to his feet, following Marco back to class.

“So a derivative is the - Ah, Mr. Diaz. How nice of you to join us for class. 20 minutes late. ” Ms. Skullnick sneered that last part. Marco lacked a reaction.

“As punishment, you’ll be cleaning the storage out back. I hear it’s been years since it’s seen light.” Skullnick said.

Marco rolled his eyes and took his seat by the window, paying more attention to the two squirrels fighting outside than Skullzers at the front of the class.

The bell signaling the end of school rang through the building, Marco groaning at his recent after school punishment.

He packed his things in his bag, making his way to the back of school grounds to clean the storage facility.

He already told Star to wait for him at home, but he could see her in his peripherals, always hiding behind something. He didn’t pay much attention to it, but soon he couldn’t keep up the obliviousness and called her out on her lousy stealth tactics.

“Princess, why are you following me?” Marco deadpanned.

Star jumped. She hadn’t noticed he noticed her. She stepped out from her hiding place, staring at the floor and looking for the right words. “Um…I just thought…maybe, I would help you clean. Less load on you, but if you want me gone, I totally understand-” Star was interrupted by Marco smirking and patting her head affectionately.

“Thanks, prin…Star” Marco corrected himself.

Star blushed and avoided his gaze. Marco rarely ever used her name when he referred to her, but when he did it made her knees buckle.

“Yeah, well, you owe me after this! I want one, no, two more nachos than I’m allowed! And wipe that dumb smirk off your face!” Star exclaimed.

“Um, you never had a limit to what you can eat, princess,” Marco said, beginning to walk away again.

“O-oh. Then I want you to attend every class ON TIME from now on!” Star commanded.

Marco couldn’t really say no. She was already doing this much for him, and with that cute demanding face, it’s hard to refuse.

“Yeah, fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”

Marco and Star made their way to the storage facility, walking up to the metal double doors. Using the key he got from the janitor, he unlocked the doors, pushing them open to reveal a large dusty room, with stuff that looked to be thirty-maybe forty-years old.

“Wow. This looks ancient.” Marco tried to switch on the lights, but due to age and the lack of much-needed renovation of the building, the lights refused to switch on.

“Damnit. Guess we’re going in dark,” Marco said.

Star suddenly seemed very nervous. “Do we have some flashlights or something?” She asked.

“Uh, maybe. Do you need them to see?” Marco asked.

“Y-yeah, right. Well?”

“I don’t have any on me now, but- OOF!” Marco grunted as he and Star were shoved into the building. Landing hard on their sides they heard the click of the lock, along with the footsteps of a few people.

Marco started to pat his body for the keys, only to realize he dropped it when he was shoved. “Stupid bastards…” Marco growled. “Princess, are you-”

Marco stopped and his eyes widened when he felt Star abruptly grab his arm. He narrowed his eyes in concern.

“Uh, princess?” He asked, starting to turn to look at her.

“Stop, don’t look at me. Please. Just, let me do this.” Star said.

Marco frowned, looking forward as Star vice gripped his forearm. He could feel her press up against him, shivering in…fear?

He could feel her heartbeat, and it was pounding pretty fast. Marco thought his own was too. Could she feel it as well?

“Star,” Marco began after a few moments of silence, “are you afraid,”

Star tensed up, and Marco could feel it.

“of the dark?”

Star’s grip suddenly intensified, and Marco could feel all circulating blood stop flowing in his left arm. She was surprisingly strong for such a timid girl.

“Ow! What the fu-!”

“Yes! I’m terrified of the dark! Shut up about it and please do something.” Star said, burying her face into his shoulder.

Marco furrowed his eyebrows together. “Don’t you have your wand?”

Star shook her head. “I…left it…in my locker. I…wanted to show you…I’m capable…without it.” Star took short breaths between each pause, and Marco thought she’d start hyperventilating.

Marco turned around and embraced her, kneeling on the floor. He closed his eyes and began to speak, “Deep breaths, princess. I know you’re capable. You fought monsters with me, a person you’ve never met and was a jerk towards you because you were concerned for me. You went through brainwashing and managed to stay your old self a bit. So prove me right. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m here with you. So calm down, now.” Marco said firmly.

Star’s breaths slowed down, and her tense form eased up a bit. Still hugging Marco, she spoke into his shoulder. “Thanks, Marco. I think I’ve calmed down. But can you just hold on for a little while?” She asked.

Marco tightened his jaw and nodded. “Sure.”

So they sat there. Marco’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now, and he could make out a silhouette of a box of props and costumes.

He got an idea of how to distract Star from her fear.

“Okay, Star. Don’t freak out, but I’m gonna let go for a few seconds.”

Star’s eyes widened as she looked up at him. “No, no no no no no no no! Don’t let go! I will throttle you if you do!” She begged,

Marco’s eyebrow lifted at the unexpected threat. “It’s okay, I’m only gonna let go for a few seconds, I’m gonna be back, I promise.” Marco hushed her. “Do you trust me?”

Star wiped her eye and silently nodded. Slowly Marco let go of her. He stood up and began to back away, their arms sliding against one another before it was only their hands connected, then fingers.

Then his warmth left Star, and he blended in with the inky blackness. Damnit! Why must his jacket be black!? Star began to feel alone now, the sense of abandonment creeping up on her for the first time in years. She curled up into a ball and almost began to tear up before Marco’s voice rang out from the darkness.

“I’m still here, princess. I’m still with you.” His assurance gave her courage and she managed to outlast until Marco came back holding a cardboard box. He placed it down in between him and Star before sitting down.

“What’s…what’s that?” Star asked.

“Just something to pass the time.” Marco pulled a couple of sticks from the box and bend them, a cracking noise coming from it.

The sticks suddenly started to glow, and Star stared at them in amazement. “Whoa! Is that more earth magic?” She asked.

Marco smirked at her childlike curiosity. “No, just some old glow sticks to light it up a little.”

He placed down the colorful glowing rods in a circle around the pair, leaving them in a dim, but brighter than before, setting.

Marco reached back into the box. Pulling out a red headband with horns on it, he placed it on his head and put a massive frown on his face.

“I’m Tom. I’m in denial and think l can get Star to like me, but I’m just hopelessly desperate and angry.” Marco mocked.

Star giggled at his impression, his voice not even close to Tom’s.

“Marco, stop, that’s mean.”

He smiled and pushed the box towards her. “Here, you try.”

“Um, I’m not sure…”

“It’s okay princess. Nobody here but us. I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Okay…” Star agreed. She dug into the box and pulled out a wig and a crown. Putting them both on, she then wore a dull, bored expression on her face. “This is of utmost importance! We can’t have this silly nonsense when you’re to be a ruler soon! Blah, blah, rules, rules, boring, discipline.” Star mocked in a mundane, strong accented tone.

Marco laughed and Star smiled.

“Lemme guess, your mom?” Marco asked.

Star nodded, not fully confident in mocking people she knew.

“Okay, my turn,” Marco said, digging through the box.

They went at this for a while, having a good time messing around with each other. They role played Skullnick, their classmates, Ludo, and even each other.

The two rolled around the floor, wheezing after laughing too hard at Star’s impression of Marco’s bad boy attitude. She accidentally cracked her knuckles, and her cute expression of pain made Marco laugh, Star eventually following in suit.

“Oh, man. That was…amazingly horrible.” Marco said.

Star smiled, nodding in agreement.

“So, you still afraid?” Marco asked.

“No, not anymore. Being in the dark isn’t so bad when you have someone to have fun with you here.”

“I don’t think you’re scared of the dark. I think it’s because of your isolation from people and loved ones during your hated experience at St. O’s, it made you feel alone and you were afraid of being lonely. In the dark, you can’t see anything. You feel cold, there’s nobody in sight. It’s like being alone, which may explain why you fear darkness.”

Star tilted her head at Marco’s explanation, a small smile telling him she didn’t understand what the hell he just said.

Marco realized what he was doing and covered his face. “Sorry, that’s Marco PhD talking,” Marco said, angry at himself for showing that part of him again. Why is it around her when his past comes out?

“Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t fully understand what you just said, but-” Star grabbed Marco’s hand, “-I hope you stay with me for now.” Star said.

Marco gulped. He blushed. A very pretty girl just grabbed his hand and pretty much said she wished they could stick together, with him. Marco Flippin Diaz. His blush intensified now that he was analyzing it. Stop thinking about it, Marco mentally scolded himself. Yeah, now he was embarrassed.

“Star, what-”

The sound of jingling keys was heard through the door and was inserted into the lock. Star suddenly stood up. “Help has arrived!” She said.

She eagerly walked forward, forgetting the heavy box between her and Marco. She tripped and fell on top of Marco, making a loud grunt as she did.

The janitor on the other end raised a brow. Since when did storage buildings grunt? He unlocked and opened the door, low and behold Star lying on top of Marco, a bunch of spilled props and costume pieces strewn about the floor.

The janitor gave the two a hard gaze before opening his mouth, “Look, I’m gonna go home and forget this. I’m closing this door and leaving it unlocked. Suggestion, keep your weird lovey-dovey affectionate cosplay sessions at home.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

Star and Marco scrambled away from each other, faces burning crimson and tension as thick as maple syrup.

They quickly cleaned up in sync and walked out the door.

Awkwardly they turned to each other.

“So, nachos?”

“Yep, lots of nachos.”

“Movie?”

“Movie.”

“…”

“…”

“So you wanted two more nachos than usual?”

“Yes.”

“That janitor thing never happened.”

“Agreed.”

The looked at each other once more and started to burst out laughing. Marco wasn’t in a bad mood anymore.

“Let’s get home, princess.”

“Excellent suggestion, Marco!”


Marco then went on to have a bad mood again the next day, when Skullnick harshly reminded him at the volume of 120 decibels that he forgot to actually clean the storage building yesterday.

He should’ve skipped class.

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Prinxiety

Anxiety was wedged into the corner of the couch, knees drawn up to his chest. The epitome of physical comfort, he smirked to himself as he scrolled through tumblr. Physical was the key word there as he attempted to distract himself from his thoughts which were, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.  He glanced up at Prince who was sitting at the dining room table, polishing his katana and humming a happy tune that Anxiety didn’t recognize. Anx felt a stab of jealousy as he watched the man work. Though he may not have been as physically comfortable as Anxiety currently was in his warm soft ball, it was obvious that the inside of Prince’s head was very comfortable.  


“You’re staring.” Prince said in a light hearted, sing-song voice; not bothering to look up from his work.


“No I wasn’t” Anxiety said a bit to defensively. “I was just zoned out.”


“Sure.” The fanciful man said, his tone one of teasing disbelief. Anxiety rolled his eyes and settled deeper into the cushions before turning his attention back to his dash, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to Roman’s face, so happy and concentrated at the same time.


Morality and Logic came into the room just then, on their way to the kitchen. Logic’s face was twisted up as he tried to make sense of Dad’s inane babbling. Anxiety would  remind him that it was a hopeless endeavor, but it was much more entertaining to watch him get wound up. Dad made another terrible joke which caused Logic to throw his hands in the air and make a very frustrated sound before turning to the fridge.  Morality turned and threw the other two a mischievous wink before launching into a set of even worse dad jokes.  


Prince and Anxiety shared a dumbfounded look. He had always assumed that Morality was just that oblivious, the idea that he was purposely rilling Logan up was near unimaginable.


“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” Morality said to Logic’s backside. “Tell you what kiddo, let’s make a couple sandwiches then we can watch a documentary of your choosing?” Logan visibly brightened at that.

“Aren’t they cute?” Prince asked once the room was empty again.


Anxiety made a disgusted sound but that jealous feeling was niggling at him again.


“You know…we could be cute.“ The other man continued. That actually made him snort, not even bothering to look up to see if Prince was serious. “I’m being sincere


Anxiety stared at Roman for a long time, a whirlwind had started in his head and each thought was worst than the last.  “Look,” he started slowly, “I get not wanting to be alone, but that doesn’t mean you should just pair up with whoever’s around. There is someone out there for you.” the optimism felt unfamiliar on his tongue, but not necessarily false. He was sure that for someone like Prince there were a thousand someones.


The other man sheathed his blade with a snort, Anxiety flinched away from the sound. “A) I’m not some lonely guy looking to hook up. B) You are not some lonely guys hook up, okay? And C)” there was a pause as Prince’s face shifted into a grin,” You’re my yang.” Then he gave him his best Charming Smile. The one that said ‘I know that was cheesy but you loved it anyways.’ Anxiety’s brain raced trying to figure out what was going on, his whole body was screaming “Danger!” However, Roman’s smile was gentle and sincere as he moved to sit in front of Anxiety on the couch. He placed one hand on Anxieties knee which was still drawn up towards his chest.


“Anxiety, do you remember that day we talked about Disney films?” Anx gave a wary nod. “You’ve been on my mind a lot since that day. I thought perhaps I had a missed judged you, and indeed I had. I have watched you closer the past few weeks, and all I can think about is talking to you again, seriously and deeply. I want to know you and understand you. I want you challenging my ideas and occasionally calling me out on my crap. Also I suspect you to be a fantastic cuddler. “ That last was said with a giant grin, but the longer Anxiety simply stared at him the more doubt crept into the others eyes. It was an expression he had never seen on the others face, it broke his, heart which was hammering against his ribs, but he still couldn’t force any words past his throat.


“I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot all at once, but think about it will you?” With that Roman rose gracefully, placing a kiss atop his head before leaving the room.


Now alone, wedged in the corner of the couch, Anxiety trembled struggling to believe what he’d heard, struggling to drown out the dark voices whose words were harsh and bitter.  Could Thomas’ Dreams and Nightmares get along, coexist? Could they be a …Dream Team? He thought channeling his inner dad.


Maybe.


Anxiety went looking for Roman, not sure what he would say to him and doing everything in his power not to think about. He focused on finding the other and reciting the lyrics to songs instead. The effect was wearing off, he needed to find the other quickly or the dark thought would win out and he’s just go home. Finally he spotted him, his white shirt and red sash barely visible in the dusk. He was seated on the top of a grassy hill, watching the fireflies come out. Anxiety walked up quietly behind him, heart thudding and hoping hard than he’d ever hoped that the Prince had ment each of his words.  Roman looked up at him questioningly once he realized he was there, but once again his words were stuck in his throat. Instead he sat down next to the man, leaning his head against the broad shoulder and threading their hands together. All of the tension left Prince’s frame and he let out a small relieved sigh that Anx would have missed had he not been sitting so close. It made him smile a little, surely even Prince was not that god an actor?


Roman Kissed the top of his head again before leaning his own against it. “I’m not perfect. Much as it pains me to admit it.”


Anxiety raised his head so he could give Prince as confused look. “I’m not perfect but I’m going to try, Anxiety I’m going to try so hard.” Before his stupid cloudy dark brain could catch up with him he leaned forward and kissed him.


“Me too.” He whispered.

A Quick Comparison

I find it fascinating that both Jack and Mark took different approaches towards their dark alter egos.

Jack had his own version of Anti as well as showing how others have perceived him. (Fangs/no fangs, gauges/no gauges etc) He even goes on record to say he’s left it open enough to keep the different interpretations going as he felt he shouldn’t restrict Anti. He liked how widely varied Anti was to people and he didn’t want to change that.

Then there’s Mark who saw what Dark had become and decided he was going to take ownership of that character and show a solid version. Instead of shying away and mocking him, he fleshed this character out, gave him a voice and laid down how Dark acts.

Both are very valid ways to take a character and mold them. Both dark personas are well made and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for both Anti and Dark.

There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back

This is my first smut so hopefully you guys like it…… And my god There’s nothing holdin me back sooooo GOOD!!!

The gold colours fabric of her dress clung to her body so perfectly it made her look priceless. Her hair was left down, natural an messy. Holding an aura of confidence that anyone in the room could sense. She is beautiful, gorgeous, without realizing so. Practically every guy in the room looked at her wanting to make there move but her attention was on only one.

He stood across the club with friends, a sweet face and black leather jacket, that hadn’t been what had caught her eye about him. Unlike all the other guys in the club, his eyes weren’t glued to her body, they stayed Fixed on her face. . Y/n wondered when the stranger would approach.

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anonymous asked:

With all of these spoiler pictures could you write a drabble about Jughead running out of the dance with Archie, Betty and Veronica following him please? Ps loved your first piece and hope you can write some more soon!

It was time. 

Betty and Jughead had collectively decided that they would tell their friends about their newfound relationship after the school dance. They knew coming out in front of the whole of Riverdale High would go disastrously wrong so they had concluded that Pop’s would be the ideal location. There would be no Cheryl Blossom, no gossiping jocks; just the people that mattered. They would all go for their customary post-dance milkshakes and then Jughead would reach for Betty’s hand and they’d tell everybody together.

However, like most situations in life, things did not go to plan.

The dance was in full swing and Jughead watched from afar as Archie approached Betty. As always, he was dressed to the nines in a tux and dress shoe ensemble that Jughead knew cost more than his annual salary at the Drive-In. And, to match Archie’s perfect façade, was Jughead’s girlfriend, Betty Cooper. Her petite frame was adorned in a silver silk that looked just as soft as her skin. Her blonde hair was swept to one side and she looked down at her shoes as Archie spoke into her ear. Despite not being able to hear much over the load music, Jughead could hear strings of Betty’s usual chatter and the melodic sound of her laughter.

Quickly yet surely, jealousy sprouted through Jughead’s veins. He knew, for a fact, that a guy like Archie was better for Betty than he was. Archie was the all-rounder – the guy that everybody adored. He was funny and friendly and talented and smart; in the long run, Archie could give Betty the world. Jughead knew that Betty liked him and he knew they had a good thing going but, for how long? Betty was a social butterfly, the world was her oyster, whereas Jughead was comfortable skating through life unnoticed. He wasn’t right for her, at least not on paper. Jughead watched as Archie escorted Betty onto the dance floor, the two rocking their bodies left and right to the sound of Josie and the Pussycats’ new disco number. Their smiles and their goofy moves was enough to make Jughead feel belittled.

Before he could even register what he was doing, Jughead was making his way to the exit, a mixture of sadness, anger and jealousy pasted across his facial features. As he rushed out of the high school and gymnasium and into the fresh air, Jughead felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He took a seat on the steps leading to the school building, his head falling to his knees as realisation hit him – he wasn’t good for a girl like Betty Cooper. Jughead’s heart began to race at an impossibly fast level; his hands growing clammy at the thought of never kissing her or holding her again. As the thoughts dawned on him, he heard footsteps following him from behind. The clatter of heels and leather dress shoes had him turning around with a look that embodied his current emotions – a scowl.

“Juggie,” An out of breath Betty huffed. Jughead couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked with her pink-tinged skin and her big doe eyes. “What’s the matter?” Betty stepped closer to him, a light doubt settling within her. She had
seen him watching her from the corner of her eye and she couldn’t help but jump to the conclusion that Jughead had run out after seeing her and Archie together.

“Nothing, head back inside, you guys enjoy your night.” Jughead shook her off and smiled at Archie, Veronica and Kevin who were stood, confused, in the hallway. He didn’t want to have this conversation, not no. He wanted Betty to enjoy her dance and he wanted to make this experience memorable, for her sake. He didn’t want to be the reason for causing any conflict or drama, not tonight.

“No, I want to talk about-“

“Bets, don’t let me ruin your night, honestly.” As Veronica, Kevin and Archie watched, they noticed an underlying tone to the conversation that they didn’t understand. Jughead looked a little too upset and Betty seemed a little too worried about it.

“Juggie, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” Betty folded her arms against her chest firmly, standing her ground. Jughead waited in silence, testing to see if she’d fold under his intensive stare.

She didn’t.

Jughead wrapped his fingers around her arm, pulling her closer to him so their conversation couldn’t be overheard by their friends. The two couldn’t help but feel the sparks that ignited within them at the mere proximity of each other.

“Betty, I see the way you two are together, you’re perfect-“ Betty opened her mouth to interject but Jughead cut her off instantly. Her mouth closed quickly like that of a fish out of water. “Archie’s good for you; unlike me, he can make you happy, give you everything-“

“What?” Betty, unlike Jughead, wasn’t interested in keeping her voice down. Her voice had startled the others and they descended further out into the dark of the night to see what was causing Betty and Jughead to bicker. “Me and Archie? Where is all of this coming from, Jug?” Jughead piped in but, like he had done earlier, Betty cut him off speedily. “No, Jughead! You don’t get to do this … run when things-“

“When things what, Betty?” Now the two were both screaming and the pieces of the mystery jigsaw began to come together in Veronica’s head. She silently watched as the couple bickered, mentally slapping herself for not noticing their relationship earlier. “I was never good enough for you! And I never will be. I’m a Serpent’s son who has nothing going for him. I can’t be the guy that you introduce to your mom or the guy you can hold hands with down the street … that’s not who I am and I can’t change that-“

“I never asked you to be that guy, Jughead!” Betty threw her hands up in the air in disbelief. How had her and Jughead gone from sneakily kissing in the janitor’s closet to this? Where had this self-doubt and Archie outrage come from? She adored him and she adored him in a way that she had never experienced for Archie. Betty had always been in love with the idea of being in love with Archie but her feelings had never been truly real. She hadn’t experienced true love until she’d kissed Jughead. “I love you for being you, for God’s sake. I love you because you’re the guy who sneaks into my room to hold me when I’m upset, I love you for stealing my food, for helping me see my sister, for helping me feel cherished, for protecting me.”

“You love me?” Jughead elongated every syllable within the three letters; his mind circling in disbelief. Betty Cooper, his girlfriend, loved him. And, from what she’d said, she loved him for everything that he doubted about himself.

“Of course I do, you idiot.”

Jughead wasn’t even sure if he could form a coherent sentence in response but what he did know was that he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her bad. With two long strides up the narrow stone steps, Jughead was clutching Betty’s face, his lips encasing hers. He could hear two male gasps but, it didn’t bother him; they were meant to find out tonight anyway. Betty simply smiled against his lips, her hands tangling themselves into his brunette hair, knocking his beanie off in the process.

“I love you too, Betty Cooper.”

The Kiss (A dark and anti tale)

I know what you are asking and no. This is not a ship fic that the title may lead you to believe. In fact it is so much more than that.

This story tells the gripping tale of what happened 10 years ago… and the harrowing journey that led them to-

jk it’s a ship fic.
….

jk it’s actually just a fanfiction inspired by

@ask-sadisticdark

and 

@ask-psychoanti

(how do you like this coming to the surface guys? Don’t hate me senpais ily)

Enjoy. Or… like… don’t.


Dark stood idly, staring expectantly at his pupil and friend. “Does that all make sense?”

“It̶ ̷m̷a̵k̴e̵s̵.̷.̸.̴ ̸e̸n̸o̶u̸g̵h̴ ̶s̶e̸n̶s̵e̸.̸ ̸B̶u̶t̸ ̶w̸h̵y̷ ̸d̴o̸e̵s̶ ̸d̷i̸m̴e̵n̸s̶i̴o̴n̵a̵l̴ ̴t̷r̸a̶v̸e̶l̵ ̵h̷a̶v̶e̶ ̵s̶o̵ ̶m̶a̵n̴y̶ ̴r̷u̶l̶e̴s̴?̵” Anti sighed, pacing in front of his mentor. Anti’s voices began to echo what he had spoken. All in various tones and speeds, bouncing back and forth against the walls of the spacious room. Anti frowned deeply at the sounds of them, it was all very new for him- the voices. He would try to ignore them, but they were always with him… ever since Sean - his eyes burned brighter at the memory. Ever since Sean shut him out. Pushed him into darkness. Confinement. But that was before. That was when his name was Naes.

But now everything was different.

He was Anti, now. He would come back and repay what was owed. He would make his return to the world again, and every one of Sean’s little ‘subscribers’ would know his name.

Anti was oblivious that his lips had turned down into a nasty teeth clenched grimace. The voices turned to growls and barks, portraying how angry all of them really were over what had happened. They wanted vengeance too.

“Anti? What is the matter?”

Dark’s voice snapped Anti out of his silent seething, and Anti flinched. Dark was standing close to him, his red eyes watching him carefully. I̶t̷'̷s̴ ̶n̸o̴t̵h̶i̷n̶'̴ Anti dismissed.

Dark didn’t push him, he only intended to continue his lesson. “Did you hear anything that I said?” He said, eyes half lidded and narrowed in slight exasperation.

“N̷o̵p̷e̶.̸ ̸S̵o̷r̵r̷y̷.̴” Anti responded honestly, pushing his thoughts of resentment aside for the time being.

“I regress,” Dark began, wringing his fingers behind his back, “Inter-Dimensional travel can be very tricky, mistakes can happen. Simply put, the rules are there for a reason. Why, if there weren’t rules for a game, then it would no longer be a game…. Would it? There must be order. For all things. All beings. Especially ones such as you and I.” Dark paused for a moment, giving Anti time to take in the information he was given. Once he was satisfied with the engrossed expression on Anti’s face; he continued, “As Figments we possess the ability to travel through dimensions and other platforms in space. Which would never be as clean and organized as it is presently without what is known as the Council.”

“W̷h̶o̴'̷s̶ ̵i̸n̸ ̴t̶h̸e̸ ̸c̵o̷u̷n̵c̸i̴l̵ ̶a̸n̶y̴w̶a̶y̸s̸?̵” Anti asked thoughtfully, sticking out his bottom lip and fiddling with the black ear stretcher that was situated in his left lobe. He wished he could rip it off. It was a gift from Sean… It felt like forever ago when it had happened…

“Other unworldly beings who control what goes in and out of dimensions. And most importantly what enters the human world.” Dark answered, interrupting Anti’s thoughts once more. “They communicate by sending letters. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten your introductory letter yet. Or have you?”

Anti dimly recalled having an envelope plop down in front of him a few weeks back. At first he assumed it was from Sean, so he simply shrugged and threw it over his shoulder into a green flaming fire, “N̶o̷,̵ ̴I̵ ̵h̵a̴v̴e̵n̴'̷t̸ ̸g̷o̵t̶t̵e̴n̵ ̸o̴n̶e̷ ̸y̷e̶t̴.̵ ̶W̶e̵i̷r̵d̴.̶” Anti lied smoothly.

Dark sighed, “Very well. I will let them know to send one your way. In the meantime, shall we begin?”

“B̷e̶g̴i̶n̵ ̶w̸h̵a̷t̴,̵ ̶e̷x̴a̷c̴t̶l̷y̵?̴” Anti asked, tilting his head with a smile.

“Begin your teleportation lesson, of course.” Dark replied, shaking his head at his lack of common sense, he would have to teach him how to be intelligent too- but that was for another day.

“H̶e̴y̸!̴!̶!̸ ̴I̷ ̶k̵n̴o̸w̵ ̴h̴o̷w̸ ̸t̴o̵ ̷t̷e̶l̵e̵p̵o̷r̸t̶!̸ ̶” Anti barked defensively, crossing his arms now and glaring at him.

“Perhaps so, but practice can’t kill you. Nothing can actually. But you must remember that from today onwards I am your mentor and that what I say…“ Dark began to lean into where Anti’s face was. Anti straightened, his eyebrows furrowed at how close Dark was looming. “-Goes.” Dark finished.

Anti was so intimidated he quickly tore his eyes away from Dark’s, taking a step back, “F̸i̵-̸F̵i̶n̴e̸.̵.̶” He agreed.

Dark appeared a few feet from him again, smoothing down his black shirt as he walked away from him and continued explaining, “Very well, then. Rule one. It’s always important to focus whenever you are going to teleport.” Dark said. “If you let your mind wander too much…” He trailed off, wanting to give an example as his form shuddered and began to flicker back and forth from one place to the next. He breathes deeply, recovering from his example. “Not an enjoyable experience, quite stressful actually. And occasionally becomes air-bound. Rule number two, always remember to breathe. Even if us figments don’t need to, it always helps for concentration. It’s natural to take a deep breath before moving to your desired location.” He explained, and showed his case by intaking slowly. The movement lifted his shoulders up and he shut his eyes. The action was almost sensual as he closed his eyes, and vanished. Anti’s chest tightened at witnessing it, and he gnawed his inner cheek.

Then Dark appeared in front of Anti, who jumped in surprise. Anti broke into a grin, “N̵i̶c̸e̸ ̶o̸n̷e̶,̶ ̶D̷a̸r̶k̷y̴.̶ ̷Y̶o̴u̷ ̸g̵o̷t̴ ̴m̵e̵.̸” He admitted defeat, breaking into a dazzling wide-eyed grin.

Dark smirked in amusement, “Not my intention to ‘get you’. But why don’t you give it a try?”

Anti’s beam stretched wider, if it was possible. He nodded eagerly, “A̵l̶r̶i̶g̸h̸t̷”

“Try to take your time-” Dark tried to remind him…

But Anti was already wildly teleporting around the room, glitching from place to place in record-breaking time, poking Dark while he did so.

He poked Dark’s cheek and then teleported to the corner of the room.

He poked Dark’s back and then was out of reach once again.

Dark sighed, repressing a smile at how juvenile the green eyed figment was, “Yes…exactly like that.” He muttered sarcastically, yet found himself watching him with a tinge of delight.

“I’m doing it, Darky!” He shouted, flashing in front of him, and then to the side, and then behind him. Then Anti’s mind wandered back to the haunting example Dark had made.

That slow, gentle… patient inhalation of air. He recalled how Dark’s chest had lifted up with his diaphragm, the tee shirt he wore had tightened around his pectorals as he shut his eyes softly. Anti’s focus sputtered away as he pictured it, and he glitched out of reach; high up into the air, his face flushed. He was motionless for a moment as his body suspended in time and space, “O̶h̸ ̶s̶h̶i̸t̸.̷” He cursed and began to fall.

Dark promptly teleported under where he was, and held out his arms readily. Anti fell into them. Dark did not falter or stumble, he held him sternly; his eyebrows raised. Anti’s face had gone almost entirely red, and his eyes widened copiously. Dark was nonchalantly holding him bridal style without a care in the world.

“What did I tell you?” He murmured gently, his cool breath washing over Anti’s face while he spoke. “Never let your mind wander.”

“̴U̶-̵U̷m̵.̷.̵.̴ ̴O̷-̵o̷k̷.̴"̷ Anti whispered in reply, wondering why Dark was so close… wondering why he liked it.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” Dark whispered, tightening the fingers that were holding up Anti’s legs. Anti didn’t respond, just as Dark expected. Dark bore his eyes into Anti’s and then he set him on his feet again. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

Anti teetered now that he was on stable ground, disoriented as a result of whatever just happened, “O̵.̷.̵.̸.̸.̸.̴.̷k̴a̵y̴”

Dark taught him next about the council rules, giving him a chance to write notes.

“Let me look at what you’ve written so far.” Dark said, holding out a hand for the notebook he had assigned to Anti.

“U̷-̷U̸h̵.̵.̴ ̸I̶-̸I̸'̴m̵ ̶n̸o̴t̵ ̴f̸i̶n̵i̶s̷h̵e̸d̵ ̷y̸e̵t̸.̴” Anti said, clutching it to his chest.

Dark’s hand did not waver, “Let me. LoOK.” He said through his teeth. “I won’t ask again.”

Anti rolled his eyes and relinquished the book, dropping it into Dark’s hand.

Dark turned it around and scanned it, “This is a crude drawing of you stabbing Jacksepticeye.” Dark stated in disbelief, holding up to analyze it further.

Anti pulled off a believable poker face, the voices breaking into hysterical laughter.

“Am I teaCHinG you in vAIn?” Dark questioned him, throwing the book to the ground and setting it aflame.

“A̷w̸ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̶ ̷t̸o̵o̸k̴ ̷m̶e̴ ̸a̶ ̵l̷o̵n̷g̷ ̸t̵i̴m̵e̴” Anti complained, falling to his knees and watching the book burn.

Dark stepped in front of him, his head tilted down to appraise him. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn.” He said, and grabbed Anti’s stubbled chin- tilting it up so Anti would look at him instead of the book. “When will you learn that I have no time for your shenanigans? You came here to learn. So learn.” He growled, and then released Anti’s chin.

Anti blushed again, and stood up so he wouldn’t be so short anymore. “F̶i̶n̶e̵.̴ ̷W̸h̶a̶t̷'̸s̶ ̸n̷e̸x̶t̸,̵ ̸t̶h̴e̷n̶?̶” He asked, sighing.

Dark commenced the final lesson of the day, he was growing weary of how uncooperative Anti was being. Dark also noticed each and every time that Anti became flustered over his flirting, how it caused him such discomfort.

“In the nature of figments such as us.. We must always remember to avoid our murderous urges to remain covert. If you’re going to work with me, you must avoid killing anyone who simply ‘bothers’ you. There are of course… exceptions to this.” Dark said, and a small chuckle bubbled up from his throat. “I’ll go into that later. But needless to say, it is imperitive that you contain it.”

Anti was studying his black nails, wanting to appear bored- it was kind of fun to annoy Dark. “S̷u̸r̸e̵.̷ ̶W̸h̷a̶t̴e̷v̶e̴r̴.̷”

Dark’s hand grabbed Anti’s wrist and shook it in the air, “You wouldn’t be saying ‘sure whatever’ when the council hUntS you down and chains you in your Void forever, nOw would you?” Dark’s voice was like the crack of a whip, making Anti wince.

“O̴k̵a̵y̵ ̶o̷k̸a̶y̴ ̴I̵ ̶g̴e̷t̸ ̷i̷t̸.̸” Anti sighed, pulling his hand away from his grip.

“I don’t think you do.” Dark disagreed. “No…” He shook his head eerily, his head downcast, face no longer visible as his shoulders shook. “…You like to play games. How do you feel about being played with?” Dark asked, looking up at him with pure black eyes. His face was mere inches away from Anti’s as he placed his hands on his unfocused pupil’s waist- pulling him in tight. Then Dark pressed his lips on his. Anti was blinking rapidly, momentarily paralyzed. When he realized that what was occurring was in fact reality, he let his eyes fall shut. Dark quickly tore away to gawk at him incredulously.

Anti had enjoyed it. Dark was so prepared to be rejected. The awkwardness of it all twisted him up inside. His plan had failed completely.

Anti however was hungry for more- his hands on Dark’s chest, clutching the black fabric there. He quickly leaned in for yet another kiss.

Dark was frigid as he watched him close in, felt their lips brush for the second time. Dark wasn’t having it, and he promptly seized Anti’s wrists. Then shoved Anti away by those wrists.

Anti threw his head back in a guffaw as he stumbled out of reach; his individual voices chattered amongst themselves in their own amazement, I̴ ̷c̸a̵n̷’̵t̵ ̶b̸e̶l̷i̸e̴v̷e̶ ̵y̶o̴u̶ ̴a̷c̵t̴u̵a̶l̸l̵y̶ k̶i̵s̷s̷e̴d̷ ̵m̴e̸.̸”̸ ̴

Dark expression changed to one of animosity, “I can’t believe you actually enjoyed it. I didn’t. I was just trying to prove a point!” Dark quickly said, stumbling over his words as if they were barriers in a losing race.

“S̷u̵r̸e̷ ̵y̸o̵u̴ ̸w̶e̵r̷e̵,̶ ̷d̴a̷r̶k̸y̶.̴” Anti stated, and made finger guns at him, his face still flushed despite having been rejected. Then Anti vanished, leaving Dark to his embarrassment.

Beauty and the beast

A/N: I came up with this idea whilst practicing for my singing exam (yeah, beauty and the beast for grade 1 exam in march…fun) so anyway, here’s some Galra!Keith x reader!

Originally posted by thirdmagic

Tale as old as time

Echoes of your horse’s footprints against the cobblestone grew louder and louder as you approached the desolate castle. Your father was missing and this is where your horse had led you. Whatever had happened to him, it couldn’t have been good. Landing on the ground, you swept your dress up as you walked up the steps leading to the door…which had been broken open…strange, you thought. Your horse protesting whinnying in fear. “Shush, I’ll be back with papa soon. Don’t worry.” You reassured her.

True as it can be

Lifting a lit candelabra, you carried on your brave journey through the abandoned castle…or so you thought. “She might be the one!” you heard a voice whisper shout. “Who’s there?!” You called out. “Me.” A voice announced. “Who?” you asked nobody in particular. “I said me.” As if trying to prove a point the candelabra in your hand pointed at its self. “Oh!” You dropped the candelabra in shock. “Now that was rude.” The talking candelabra. You got down on your knees. “You’re…alive?” it was supposed to come out as a statement but ended up being a question. “Why, yes. Now if you don’t mind. I will introduce myself. I am Lance.” The candlestick bowed and reached out to your hand as if to kiss it, but you were scared it was going to drip hot candlewax on you so you pulled your hand away from the objects reach. “Lance, you don’t even know if she is compatible with the prince and you’re just going to assume things?” Another voice called out. “Who was that?” you asked Lance. “Pidge.” Lance responded almost sourly.

Barely even friends

 “Don’t you go and say my name like that Lance! You know I’m right.” A small clock started stumbling off an overturned table. “Hello, my fair lady. I am Pidge.” The polite clock bowed in front of you, now beside Lance. “How are you two like that?” you asked curiously. You knew you had been asking for adventure, but you didn’t expect it to come in the form of magic. “Well, the castle is under a tragic curse unfortunately.” Pidge started. “I’m sorry, I would love to hear the story behind the castle but I need to find my papa.” You told the personified objects, getting up from the floor. “Wait!” they called after you, waddling and hopping after you in urgency.

Then somebody bends

As you climbed the stairs leading upwards towards the top of the castle. You started to notice how most of the other non-talking objects in the castle had been destroyed or overturned. Most of the faces on the paintings decorating the hallways had been riddled with…were those claw marks? Whatever curse that had taken over this castle…it must have been a powerful one. Yet the candelabra and the clock kept on following you, up and up you went and they would not give up on stopping you. No matter how short their legs were. “Wait! My lady you don’t know what you are getting into!” Pidge called after you. “I can defend myself thank you!” You shouted back at him. You didn’t like to be told what you could and couldn’t do. No matter how hard the task was.

Unexpectedly

“Papa?” You called out as you finally got to the top of the castle. “Y/N! You shouldn’t be here!” Your papa worried from a cell. You ran over to him, kneeling down beside him, holding his hand through the bars. “Papa, what is this place?” You asked feebly. Worried for your father’s welfare. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have come, this castle is alive!” he stressed. “I’ve noticed, and just like that the candelabra and little cogs worth clock caught up with you. “My lady!” Pidge retaliated. “Y/N, they are kind but there is something else living here, a beast!” Your father had fear in his eyes. And that was when you realised, the claw marks, the overturned furniture. Suddenly, you had this feeling you were being watched when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

Just a little change

“What are you doing here?” a gravelly voice called out from the darkness of the prison. “I’ve come to retrieve my father.” You furrowed your brows in anger at the person who had treated your father in such a cruel way. “Visitors aren’t welcome here.” Was all he said. “Well, I apologise for my father’s trespasses, but can you please let him go?” You asked. “No…he must serve for his crime.” The voice relented. “Why? He didn’t do anything!” You shouted at the dark corner. Suddenly, yellow eyes glowed from the corner of the room. You gasped slightly, you weren’t expecting this. I mean…stuff like this only existed in story books? Right?

Small to say the least

You squinted at the eyes following your trembling form. “There must be something I can do?” You questioned to yourself more than to the mysterious figure in the dark. “Well then he shouldn’t have come here!” The voice yelled, making you shrink back towards your beloved father. “Wait! I’ll do anything…” You tried to bargain. “…take me instead.” You refused to think over it. You didn’t want your father to die in this place, scared half to death. “Y/N no!” your father protested. “You…you would, do that for him?” the voice softened slightly. “If I did, would you let him go?” You asked. “Yes…but you most promise to stay here forever.” The voice bargained. Before you could agree, you needed answers, squinting your eyes slightly. “Come into the light.” You stated. You heard small footsteps before a figure stepped into the light.

Both a little scared

You gasped as the figure revealed himself to you, purple fur riddled his being, cat like ears sprouting from the sides of his head. He had yellow eyes with no pupils, black claws and sharp teeth. Turning back towards your father he searched your eyes for some other way. “NO Y/n, I won’t let you do this!” he refused, but it was too late. “You have my word.” You stepped into the light, in front of the figure. “Done.” He growled before dragging your father out of his cell. And away from your sobbing form. “Papa!” you called out. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Neither one prepared

It had been a few days since the beast had taken you as prisoner, you had refused to come out of your room. The wardrobe was the only thing that kept you company. He comforted you through the whole ordeal of being trapped forever under the beast’s control. “Oh, Coran, what am I going to do?” you sobbed. “Trust me kiddo, the master has good intentions, once you get underneath all of the fur and…well, meanness.” Coran summed up. Just great, you were never going to leave. But you couldn’t stay in your room forever, you’d have to eat sooner or later. And just as if on cue, the beast knocked on your door. “What is it?” You asked, distress clearly found in your voice. “Would you like to come down for dinner?” he asked. “No.” you responded blatantly. He let out a small growl. “Would you like to come down to dinner please?” He asked once again in a much angrier tone. “No, thank you!” you refused once again. You then heard a murmur of conversation from behind the door. “It would give me the greatest honour if you would join me for dinner…please.” He tried once again. “I said no, thank you!” you shouted back at the door. How could he imprison you forever and then just expect you to both get along like old friends?! It was so unheard of!

Beauty and the beast

“Fine! You can’t stay in there forever!” he yelled. “I can and I will.” You promised. “Ugh! Fine, go ahead and starve for all I care!” he continued to scream and shout before you heard him stomp down the corridor…this was hopeless. Later on, the objects of the castle took pity on you and snook you down stairs for dinner, unknown to the master. They sung you a lovely tune whilst you ate and everything was so divine and delicious. And like Lance sang, nothing came second best! Afterwards, you grew curious towards the rest of the castle. “Hey Pidge…I bet you know everything there is to know about the castle.” You poked the clockwork’s chest slightly. “Well…well I, yes, yes I do.” Pidge’s clock face practically steamed up.

Ever just the same

Exploring the castle, you all took a stroll down a corridor lined with knights armour on either side. It was like it had just come out of one of your story books. “This is amazing.” You breathed. It truly was, even though the architecture of the building had grown grotesque and gothic, it was truly a marvel to look at. But when Lance and Pidge told you about the forbidden west wing of the castle, you couldn’t help but grow curious. Whilst distracting them, you jumped up the stairs at the first chance you got. Sometimes your curious mind just wouldn’t quit. As you wandered down the hall, you realised everything had grown more destructive and even more desolate. Like a hurricane had ripped its way through here. You came across a portrait where a pair of kind brown eyes stared at you, not being able to see the rest of the persons face, due to most of the painting hanging off the frame due to more claw marks, you tried to raise the fabric and see the rest of the strangers face before you heard something get knocked over. Thinking it was the beast, you ran into the nearest room to hide.

Ever a surprise

Almost tripping on multiple objects, you navigated yourself through the room until you came across an almost pristine table. Where a rose floated, a jar being placed above and around it as if it was the most precious thing in the world. In curiosity, you got swept up from your own common sense and decided to lift the glass jar to investigate. But as soon as you did, you heard a growl from the other side of the room. Turning around you saw the beast, he was staring at you angrily with his yellow eyes, he looked as if he were ready to slice your throat with his jet black claws and paint the walls of the castle with your blood. Continuing to growl, he then prowled towards, growing more furious with every step he took. Snatching the jar from your hands he placed it back over the rose protectively. His yellow eyes fell on to you…you couldn’t seem to find a soul behind them.

Ever as before

“Why did you come here?” He snarled, his lip curled upwards, revealing more of his fangs. “I’m, I’m sorry.” You stumbled over your words in fear of what he would do to you. “You were told it was forbidden to come here. You knew and you came anyway!” he shouted. “Do you realise what you could have done!” He then back handed what was left of an overturned table, snapping the leg of it clean off. Startling you greatly, you backed away, your back pressing up against what was left of a wardrobe. “Get out!” he said in a low and dangerous tone. “wha-” “I SAID GET OUT!” He practically roared in hatred. You dashed out of the room before he could hit you and snap you in half as well.

Ever just as sure

“What? Where are you going?!” Lance shouted in protest. “Anywhere but here! I’m sorry!” You shouted back at Pidge and Lance as you made for the door. Finding your horse outside you swung your leg over the saddle and rode into the dark wood. But as your horse started to buck and quake, wolves emerged from behind the trees, growling in anticipation of their next meal. Your horse ran away from them in fear, but they were a lot faster and stronger. They started to snap and howl at your horse’s legs, managing to keep up with you at a steady pace. Before you could get any further away from them, ice broke beneath your horse’s hooves. Finding yourself engulfed in icy water. One of the wolves snapped and whined as it drowned into the depths. Managing to make it out of the water, you continued to gallop away from the predators, but they jumped in front of you before you could go any further.

As the sun will rise

In fear, your horse threw you off. Landing in the snow, you got back up to protect your friend. Grabbing the nearest fallen tree branch, you began to hit any pouncing wolves in the head. But before you could get back on your horse and charge away. One of the wolves ripped the branch out of your grip, leaving you and your horse defenceless. Game over. One of them pounced on you, biting and dragging you by your cloak. But before another one could bite or snap off any of your body parts, the wolf was ripped away from you mid-jump. Suddenly the beast appeared, roaring in the wolf’s face. He then began to protect you, nothing but hostility on his face as he leaned over you. As if using his body as a human shield. He then began to attack the wolves, even though they constantly bit and ripped into his fur and flesh. He was crazy.

Tale as old as time

They relentlessly attacked him, but he kept on tearing and ripping them away from him. Throwing them into nearby trees as if they weighed nothing. In fear, the rest of the wolf pack ran away, knowing there was another predator much larger and scarier than them. The beast stood alone in the snow as it fell, he looked almost at home, in the woods. As if he belonged here. Before you could get a word of thanks out, he turned towards you, revealing blood pouring out numerous deep gashes on his forearm. He fell into the snow, clearly exhausted. Turning to your horse, you considering running away back to your village and father, leaving him here to die in the cold. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to leave him, after all…he had just saved your life. You ran towards his passed out form, ripping your cloak from your shoulders to keep him warm. Carrying him onto your horse, you then led her back to the castle.

Tune as old as song

As soon as you got back to the castle, you settled the master into his chair. Having Allura, the teapot, pour some hot water into a basin, so you could clean his wound. Wringing out the towel, you made your way over to the now conscious beast, who was licking his wound. “Here, don’t do that.” You scolded lightly, but he just growled at you, as if nothing had changed. The objects backed away in fear of what he would do. You reached out towards him, hoping he would relent, but he just continued to move his arm away from you. “Just hold still!” you ordered, the towel brushed against his arm slightly, causing him to roar in pain. “That hurts!” He shouted in your face. “Well, if you just held still it wouldn’t hurt as much!” you shot back. “If you hadn’t run away, this wouldn’t have happened!” He carried on, gesturing to his wounded arm. “Well if you hadn’t scared me half to death I wouldn’t have ran away.” You settled. The beast looked for something to shoot back at you but his face fell as you had won the argument. But a smile erupted onto his face as he came up with something “Well, you shouldn’t have been in the west wing!” He pointed out triumphantly. “Well you should learn to control your temper.” You settled.

Bittersweet and strange

“Now hold still.” You held his arm gently. “This might sting a little.” You added before pressing the towel to his arm. He cringed away in pain as you began to clean the wound. “By the way…thank you for saving my life.” You continued gratefully. His face relaxed tremendously before turning back to you and responding in a calm tone, “You’re welcome.”

Finding you can change

Later on in the week, you found yourself strolling the grounds with your horse in tow. Your eyes travelling around the snow filled garden before your horse nuzzled you in the back. Turning around, you hugging your horse happily. Little did you know, the beast was watching you from one of the balconies, conversing with Pidge and Lance. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He mumbled aloud, looking down at his bandaged arm. “I must do something for her.” He declared confidently. “But what?” a confused expression fell across his face as he turned to his friends. “Well, there are the usual things, flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep.” Pidge listed off. “No, no, no. It has to be something special. Something that sparks her interest. Wait! I got it!” Lance held up his arm as if to click, but all that happened was his flame flickered.

Learning you were wrong

A couple of hours later and you find yourself being led towards a pale white door by none other than the beast himself. “I want to show something to you.” He declared, gesturing to the door. His ears flapped excitedly, he was so much different now you thought. It was like all that anger had just dissolved from his being. He began to open the door, but closed it instead turning to you with excited eyes rather than angry ones. “But first you must close your eyes.” You gave him a sceptically look but obeyed anyway. He bit his lip in anticipation as his eyes scanned your peaceful face. ‘God, she was beautiful.’ He thought to himself, blushing dark purple at the thought. As he led you into the room by your hands you asked “Can I open them?” the beast turned back towards you, an excited glint in his eye. “No, not yet…wait here.” He left your side for a moment.

Certain as the sun

You heard him opening numerous curtains before you asked “Now, can I open them?” you asked with a slight laugh in your voice. “Alright…now.” The beast whispered gently. Opening your eyes, revealed thousands upon thousands of books. It was a huge library. The one that Pidge and Lance had told you about but nothing got the time to show you. It was simply breath-taking. “I can’t believe it; I have never seen so many book in my life.” You twirled around in a circle just so you could take it all in. “Really? You like it?” He asked. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” You walked around him, looking through all the different shades of leather. “Then it’s yours.” He declared, a smile brightening up his features. “Thank you so much.” You turned towards him, taking his hands in yours. The objects were staring at you all from the door, fangirling among themselves as they declared that it was working. “What’s working?!” Hunk, the teacup asked, jumping up and down to try and see. “Allura, I don’t understand!” He pouted. “All in good time Hunk, all in good time.” Allura chided.

Rising in the east

Over the next couple of days after that, you and the beast grew gradually closer and closer. It started with breakfast together. Where the utensils would make you porridge, you would politely use your spoon and sip away from your bowl. But the beast just devoured his greedily with no eating utensils whatsoever. It was kind of a turnoff for you. Looking away in embarrassment you continued to eat your porridge. After getting encouraging looks from Hunk and Allura, the beast tried to eat with a spoon at the side of his bowl. He couldn’t use it very well after so long, but instead you offered him an encouraging smile and held up your bowl. Smiling at you the beast mimicked your movements, doing the same. You both toasted each other before you sipped from the bowls. Then you both fed the birds in the garden, you showed him how to get the birds to go into your hand with the help of the seeds. He seemed very happy about this accomplishment, which made his ears perk up in joy. You giggled at the cute expression. There was suddenly something that hadn’t been there before. It then suddenly turned into a snowball fight, which you both greatly enjoyed.

Tale as old as time

That night, the beast took a bath, nervously blowing bubbles into the water as if contemplating on whether he should drown himself. “Calm down your majesty, tonight is the night. You will be bold, daring!” Lance encouraged. “Bold, daring!” The beast repeated beginning to shake as he rid himself of all the water matted in his fur. “And when the moment is right! You confess your love.” Lance sighed dreamily. “I…I can? No, no I can’t.” he discouraged himself. “You care for the girl don’t you?” Lance pointed at him with a flickering hand/candle. “More than anything.” The beast stared at his reflection in the mirror, revealing the adoration he held in his eyes for her. “Well then you must tell her!” Lance instructed. The coat hanger then continued on styling the beast’s hair, resulting in a short ponytail tied off with a red ribbon. Pidge then scuttled into the room, clearing their throat as they did. “Your lady…awaits.” He gestured towards the door.

Song as old as rhyme

You gracefully strolled down the stairs, wearing an over the shoulder yellow dress, revealing your curves yet plooming out below your waist. Your Y/H/C hair put up into a bun while the rest of your hair cascaded over your shoulders. To put it simply you looked absolutely stunning. So stunning, the beast was stunned into silence. He looked to Lance for guidance, him giving the best thumbs up he could muster before he took a deep breath, meeting you halfway. He was dressed in a red suit, making him look rather dashing, his hair tied up into a ponytail, revealing his jaw line more even though it was hidden under purple fur. You smiled at him all the same, he offered you his arm, taking it gratefully you let him lead you down the stairs.

Beauty and the beast

You had dinner, the beast tried his best to eat politely, which made your heart warm with how much effort he had put into making tonight special. It truly made you happy that he had grown to care for you so much. As the coat hanger began to play the violet, you grew excited. Getting up from your chair, you ran over to the beast, grabbing his hands in excitement, leading him to the ballroom. He looked at your hesitantly, afraid that if he held you too tight, he might break you. As you entered the ball room, you led him to the centre of it. Placing your right hand in his left, you guided his right to lie on your waist. You saw him gulp nervously, he certainly wasn’t used to such close contact with a beautiful girl like you. As you pulled yourself closer towards his body, you gave him an encouraging smile before you started to dance with him. Your dress twirled out beneath you as he twirled you around, he may not admit it, but he was a good dancer.

Tale as old as time

You grew to be happy with him by your side, resting your head on his chest, you enjoyed the moment as best as you could. Little did you know that the beast was looking over at his friends in excitement with nothing on his face except the expression that said ‘it’s working!’. But the night had to come to an end eventually. So he led you out onto the balcony, where you both gazed at the stars. Sitting down beside him, you nervously fiddled with your dress, doing your best to hide your blush underneath the darkness of the sky. But the beast was well prepared to confess his love for you. “Y/N?” he asked hesitantly, shuffled a tad bit closer to you. He took your hand, “Are you happy here with me?” he started. “yes.” You answered without even thinking about it. The beast smiled in happiness, but you looked towards the sky in sadness. There was just one thing. “What is it?” the beast asked, noticing your discomfort. “I just wish I could see my father again; I miss him so much.” You confessed. You knew it was selfish to ruin such a perfect moment with your thoughts, but it had to be said sooner or later. The beast thought deeply before coming up with an answer to your problems, leading you up to his room, he showed you the magic mirror. Placing it in your palms, the beast trusted you with it. “Just ask it.” He told you. “I would like to see my father…please.” You asked. Before you could prepare for what was supposed to come next, an image of your father falling down on a country lane crackled to life on the mirror’s surface. “Oh no!” you cried “What is it? What’s going on?” the beast asked, concerned for your father. “My father, he is ill, maybe even dying and he’s all alone!” you explained. If only there were a way…the beast looked down at the magical rose, another petal fell from it as it drooped. He was running out of time. “Then…then you must go to him.” He turned away, almost as if the words physically pained him. “What did you say?” you couldn’t believe it. “I release you.” He stated louder. “That means…I’m free?” you asked yourself. “Yes.” He confirmed sadly. You turned away to go retrieve your father but before you left you turned back to return the mirror to the beast. “No…keep it.” He pushed it back into your hands. “So you can always look back…and remember me.” He added softly, brushing his fingers through your hair fondly. You were going to miss him. You wanted to hug him goodbye, but you felt as if you did that, it would just make leaving harder. Leaving the room, you ignored Pidge looking dreamily up at you as he entered the room. “Ah…I’m guessing we’ll be human again in no time, huh?” They started. “I let her go.” The beast answered. “Ah yes…young love so romant-wait, wait, you did what?!” Pidge realised. “How could you do that?!” they shouted in distress. “I had to.” He replied softly. “But why?” Pidge cried. “Because…I love her.” he looked downwards as if her not being in his presence caused him pain.

Song as old as rhyme

Leaving the castle, you found your father on the country road and brought him back to your little town. “Oh papa, please don’t ever do that again. You gave me such a fright!” you told him as you fed him soup. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I couldn’t leave you with that…that beast!” your father cried. “Oh but papa, it turns out he’s so much nicer than he made out to be. He’s kind and considerate, he cares about me.” You told him gently. “Sounds like someone has a little crush?” your father wiggled his eyebrows at you. “What? Papa!” you slapped his arm playfully. But something didn’t feel right. You missed the beast so much. Going outside you looked up at the stars. Taking out the mirror, you held it up as you spoke the words “Please, show me the beast.” You asked politely. The mirror crackled to life as it revealed to you the beast, he was lying down in a field near the castle. It looked like as if he had lost the will to live, he wasn’t dying was he? But the curse…the rose…it barely had any petals left!? Does that mean when the petals run out he dies?! NO! this can’t be happening. You had no time to lose. “I’m sorry Papa, the beast is in danger I must go help him!” You shouted to him as you jumped onto your horse once again. “Be careful Y/n!” you heard your father shout out after you. “I will!”

Beauty and the beast

As soon as you got back to the gates of the castle, you launched yourself off the back of your horse and ran as fast as you could to the gardens. You turned around frantically, trying to decipher exactly where you saw him in the mirror. Running to a path leading out of the garden, you followed the path, hoping with all your being, you would find him before it was too late. “Beast! Beast, where are you!” You cried out. “Y/N?” the beast called out. You ran over to his side. “Oh Beast, what is happening to you?” you began to cry. “I’m dying Y/N.” He answered sadly. “But why? I want you to stay.” You took his hand and held it to your face, showing that you weren’t afraid of his claws or his fur. You truly cared about him. “I’m sorry Y/N…I was going to tell you that night, under better circumstances.” He started to cough. He really was dying. Tears starting to stream down your face. “What? What were you going to tell me?” you urged him, placing you hand on his cheek so he would stay awake. “I was going to tell you…that I love you…and I always will.” He finished, tears in his own eyes. “Oh beast, I love you too.” You moved quickly as you bent down to meet his lips, giving him a true love’s kiss. But before anything else could happen fireworks started to set off, literal fireworks. Sparkles of light shot out of the beast’s limp body as he fell dead. He was then lifted into the air by some invisible force. Being turned around as light shot out from his arms and legs and finally his head. You started to panic, what was happening? As the beast fell back to the ground, you waited to see if he could move. Lance, Allura and Hunk watched from the side-lines, silent tears running down their faces as they watched what was going on, but not from sadness, from joy. You backed away as the figure began to move. He stood up, admiring his skin coloured hand and touching his ears before turning to you. Revealing a human man, with dark hair, brown eyes and white pearly teeth. Who was this person? “Y/N, it’s me.” He confirmed. You walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek hesitantly. He leaned into your touch, showing you how much adoration he held for you in his eyes. “It is you!” you cried. “Wait…I never really asked you for your name?” you asked him. “I’m Prince Keith, and I’m hoping you will become my queen.” He looked at you seductively. Blushing under his gaze you just mumbled a shut up before pulling him closer to you so he could kiss you. His lips melding into yours as more fireworks set off.

Beauty and the beast

Before you knew it, it was your first dance after your wedding. You were married to Keith and you were now his queen. Your father, Allura, Hunk, Coran, Pidge and Lance all stood to the side, happily human again. Watching happily as you stared into each other’s eyes with nothing but how much love you held for each other. “Are they gonna live happily ever after Allura?” Hunk asked her. “Yes, my dear friend. Yes indeed.” She nodded. “Wait…do I still need to sleep in the cupboard?” he asked, making all his friends laugh as they celebrated throughout the night. They could finally live the rest of their lives as happily as they could. What about Y/N and Keith? Well, they both lived happily ever after.

THE END

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anonymous asked:

FS+35) things you said that made me feel real, please and thanks! All the best for the move!

HI, this is late as usual, and with all this framework angst it spiraled from a short drabble, so you can read below or at AO3. And thank you! The move went okay and we’re finally settled in!

This is post-framework emotional hurt/comfort stuff. There is mention of AIDA and a brief discussion of that non-con, and I tried to be respectful but just a warning if that’s not your thing. Barely getting this out before the next episode makes my stuff non-canon lol.

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As soon as she’s out of the Framework, Jemma throws up. The effects of being plugged-in and then removed less carefully than ideal causes her stomach to churn and gives her the world’s worst migraine.

She knows she and Daisy are getting off easy. The rest of the team had been rushed to medical before she’d fully regained consciousness and she can sense the fear radiating off of the other remaining agents like a tidal wave.

Jemma is torn between abject terror for the safety of her friends, bone-crushing relief that they’d succeeded after all, and a hollow rage that no one had thought to take her to Fitz before carting him away. As if they didn’t know the sight of him, alive and in the real world, was the only medicine she needed right now.

“Whoa,” Yoyo exclaims, as Jemma pushes herself out of the bed and promptly sinks to the floor. They’d tended to her leg while she’d been under, but it hasn’t healed completely and remains weak from disuse.

Yoyo wraps her arms around Jemma and hauls her back up. “You can’t do this. You need to be careful.”

Jemma shakes her head and then immediately stops as another wave of pain and nausea overwhelms her. “No, I need—”

She’s too weak to finish but Yoyo knows and gently perches Jemma back onto the bed. “Let me get a wheelchair.”

When she finally sees him, unconscious again as a cocktail of drugs floods his veins, she panics and can’t calm down until Yoyo helps her settle next to him in the bed. She places her hand over his heart, grounded by the steady beat and god, it’s true, he’s still alive in this world.

“See?” Yoyo says, brushing a comforting hand across her forehead. Jemma inhales deeply, pressing a gentle kiss to Fitz’s chest.

“I’ll be next door,” Yoyo murmurs, and Jemma nods. She knows Yoyo has her own heartache to tend to. She knows that these days will be about reassuring themselves and each other as best they can. When she hears the door shut she takes a moment, and then another, to breathe. Fitz smells different—more medicinal and sterilized—but underneath it all is the aroma of the same body wash he’s used since he was sixteen. Here, he is still the Fitz she’s always known.

Of everything, she chooses to focus her mind on that and finally lets herself relax into sleep.

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Jemma wakes in confusion, water dripping down her face and causing her shirt to cling to her skin. She licks her bottom lip, tastes salt, and barely stops herself from screaming with the unfairness of it all. This wasn’t right. She had escaped. She had saved him, saved them both; how is it possible that the ocean came back to reclaim their bodies after all?

She tightens her arms around Fitz, determined to drag him to the surface again, as many times as it takes, forever, when she hears his shuddering breath and realizes he’s crying. She looks up at him, his face turned away from her and tears pooling into the dip of his clavicle, and wants nothing more than to hide him away from the world until she knows she can protect him.

“Fitz,” she says, reaching up and wiping a tear away with her thumb, and her gentle action causes the last of his restraint to break. He sobs and sobs until she wonders how he even has any water left in his body. He brings a hand up to hide his face and she curls around him, sliding a leg between his, slipping her arms underneath his shirt and wanting to cry with the sharp relief at finally feeling his skin against hers.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, even though she knows it’s not really. But he’s here with her now, and wasn’t that all she’d wanted? Perhaps she should have wished for a better artificial world so that waking him up would only mean tending to physical trauma. But she hadn’t known and had received only what she’d begged from the universe and so: “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re safe, we’re going to be okay.”

He doesn’t speak and she worries that the price for his appearance in her world has been his voice, that AIDA like a cartoon villain has stolen it in exchange for his freedom.

“Oh, Fitz,” she murmurs, kissing his cheek and his neck and finally resting her lips against the pattering of his pulse, somehow stronger than anything else in the room. There is so much to say, and she finds that she can’t say any of it.

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Live Life Golden Part 8

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2994

Summary:
He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Words: 4.6K

Genre: Demon!Au. Fluff. Angst. Smut.

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A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update! >.<  I know there’s not too much angst or fluff or smut yet, but maybe some innuendos? o.o Either way, if you haven’t read the first part yet, I’ve linked it above!

“All mine,” He said confidently as his lips pressed gently to your neck. The sensation of his warm lips against your skin made you shiver as you pushed harder against his chest with your free hand.

“Th-This isn’t real…” The tremble in your voice made him chuckle. This was all a dream- no, a nightmare. Jeon Jungkook, a classmate of yours, was saying the exact same things as the boy who had been keeping you up at night by haunting your every thought. It simply wasn’t possible. You let out a laugh and you felt your knees giving in. “I’m imagining things. God, I really am going crazy…”

“Are you?” He asked quietly. “Don’t be stupid, Y/N.” Jungkook gave your intertwined hand a gentle squeeze before letting your hand drop to your side. You stay silent in a complete daze as he chuckled again at your confusion. Part of you wanted to believe him, but the other part of you didn’t even know how to rationalize what was happening: That the boy you kept seeing at night while you were asleep was very real… and somehow he was standing right here in front of you. You were really losing it.

“I-I’ll open my eyes any second now… And then you’ll be gone.”

“This isn’t a dream… Do you feel these hands against you?” He snaked his hands up to your waist and gripped firmly. “Do you feel these lips against your skin?” You felt a sharp pain as his teeth captured the soft skin on your neck. You inhaled sharply before a soft moan escaped your lips. Your eyes bulged suddenly at the strange sound that you just emitted as the hair on the back of your neck standing straight. He let out a low chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.

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