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steve0discusses · 3 years

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Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Pharaoh’s Cool New Trick

Digging my way through quite a pile of commission work (funny how these things only come all at once or not at all), nearing the light at the end of the tunnel, was looking forward to some free time to catch up on my many little side projects when I was asked to take off for a weekend to do some cat-sitting to which I would NEVER say no to a cat, so like...Rip this blog I guess, we only update like once a week nowadays, but what do you do?

That’s right, play Puzzles and Dragons! The only phone game worth paying any attention to! Where they just released Pegasus on their Yugioh Collab and he looks pretty great!

So I’m just gonna take a second for some art appreciation, because the Puzzles and Dragons art team is just A++++ honestly, and yes, I did pull 13 times to get a Pegasus in my monster box, and yes, he is a completely insane team leader that is absolutely broken when paired with Yugi (the numbers are so satisfying) but...look at him. He looks so good!

(also I finally got Joey Wheeler, and so now my gatcha cravings are settled. And, don’t worry, I play this game so much that I was there during Christmas when they offered like a bajillion stones for free so I didn’t actually use real money on this.)

Now PAD also released a Weevil and Rex, and I don’t know why, and neither does the art team because they still look pretty good but in comparison to all the mains, they sure do looks like just some shorty guys in some casuals.

though I gotta admit, I want to learn how the hell this art team does swooshy effects, because man, that would make my art so much better to just have flames violently exploding out of all my art. Why am I not doing that more often? I have the technology.

anyway, I didn’t bother trying to pull them. Maybe I’ll accidentally pull them when they eventually release a Duke Devlin. (also, RIP to the fact that Roland will probably never be in Puzzles and Dragons but like...I can only send them so many polite letters covered in stickers pretending I’m some 10 year old child and writing in my broken Hiragana “Roland in PAD?”. Thems the breaks. (They also might not remember who Roland is.))

Shoutouts to the card that Weevil is holding that is censoring this nipple on the booby spider, PS.

So because this is not actually a Puzzles and Dragons blog, and it’s been ten eons since I regularly updated so I could remember episode to episode...where the hell were we?

That’s right, we’re on an island now. This show’s wonderful obsession with evil islands (and spoiler, this is one of the few Yugioh Islands that doesn’t explode at the end. Mostly because Kaiba isn’t here to do it or this place would be cinder)

(read more island stuff under the cut)

Anyway, after announcing “hey guys! Screw islands!” Yugi immediately collapses and without any warning.

Apparently the armor is a big ol parasite, which is something that Yugi is so used to at this point that he refuses to admit that this is a problem. Just normal Muto stuff, refusing to tell anyone that he has a serious illness going on underneath that giant mass of hair.

(the sailor moon vibes coming off this weird orb energy)

Sort of feels like a call back to S1 when Yugi was clearly possessed and everyone else was like “He acting weird to you?” except it’s S5 and everyone has learned to never trust Yugi when he says he’s fine and they are responding like he is about to die. Which is correct.

Outside of the cave falls this scroll that is...glowing, I guess. So they open it up and get a bunch of hieroglyphs that give them the “riddle of light” and like youknow...it’s riddle stuff.

They’re doing this riddle for “wings.” And it’s like...everyone’s monster here has a set of wings or an ability to fly. Every single monster except for I dunno, flaming swordsman? Hell, Yugi himself had two sets of wings when he fused with Dark Magician (which was weird, and I still don’t like to think about what technically was going on there.) But we have to go and get ourselves even more wings.

Weirdly, Joey turns to Tea and does something that in any other show would be completely normal. He was like “you want to stay here with Yugi, don’t you?” and it was the first time Joey has ever actually addressed the fact that Tea and Yugi are close. Uncharted territory. I was amazed at the amount of casual shipping that is happening here. It’s almost like a normal ass relationship.

So the boys decide to go off, and be boys and tackle this themselves. And they shouldn’t have, because Tea is smart for this group, and also has the only healing spell.

Like if you’re playing D+D you wouldn’t typically leave your only healer behind. Just saying.

Also like...Grandpa Muto went with them? I guess he’d have to since he’s the translator but also...kind of weird to leave your grandson dying in a cave, but maybe that’s just the Muto lifestyle.

Do not be fooled by my caps, no one has addressed the Bakura in the puzzle for 3 seasons. I’m starting to think this show will never address the Bakura in the puzzle. Which honestly, that would be hilarious if they made a big deal out of that plot point and then couldn’t use it in the end.

And speaking of plot points that kind of come out of nowhere and don’t make full sense with the continuity of the show--Joey has regressed back to the 4th grade.

Hey show? What?

So like if you love Joey, this is not the arc for you, because this arc he is reduced to a Himbo and nothing else. Straight up didn’t know what an echo is, but is very strong and pretty, I guess.

This inevitably happens with any TV show becuase different people make different parts, and I’ve brought up before that sometimes it feels like some teams only have loose post-it notes of what any character should be like at any given point (ESPECIALLY with Seto Kaiba’s timeline) but like...

...Personally I’m mot so fond of this interpretation of Joey, kind of ignores Joey’s best traits, and makes Tristan look way too smart in comparison (and like I always pinned Tristan to be the Himbo of the group, but maybe it’s because they give Tristan so little else to do?)

And like don’t get me wrong, Joey’s a dumbass a lot of the time and needs to get corrected by his pals...but...to the point he doesn’t know what an echo is? He’s a dumbass in a High School student sort of way, youknow?

Anyway, they get down to this big ravine, and they have to destroy this stone while the light passes over it. Kind of feels like a Breath of the Wild shrine quest, actually. In fact, I think Breath of the Wild recycled the shadow/sunlight pathing quest like 4 or 5 times. (I love Breath of the Wild to death but boy did they run out of ideas at the end there.)

They have to fight a glass monster and it’s kind of like...do you know the game Balls 3D? probably not, but it looked like a bunch of random shapes stuck together like a 90′s animation. They basically went to war with shapes.

Pure Himbo energy, has several pokemon, but punches for his pokemon instead of using them. A power move if I ever saw one.

Youknow that would make pokemon a lot more interesting if you could like throw out your pikachu, and then choose to just physically run up to your opponents Eevee and sock it in the jaw. Raise of hands--I know you all would love a version of pokemon like that. Let Ash Ketchum punch a Ratata.

Bro has informed me that Ash does do something like this in the anime. But I’m not talking about the anime, I’m talking about the video game. Give me the option to physically combat my rival. This is what I want, Pokemon.

They discover a way to break the monolith, and the show thinks we’re like actually 7 years old (because the show is Y7, although I forget because it deals with so many dark themes) so the show is going to hold on to this puzzle for a while...just to fill time. And it’s fine because we gotta switch over to Pharaoh anyway.

Yami has this dream again. He attempts to fuse with Dark magician to overcome the dream, but alas, he is still not strong enough.

Yugi wakes up in this murky cave while Tea is out washing out like...some rag? (he’s also still got a rag, so I guess multiple rags were required for how sweaty Yugi is.)

Yugi says “I feel like I’m a new man!” a lot in this episode, and every time he calls himself a man like he’s some sort of adult it’s very funny to me.

And then this plot lore dropped.

I mean I guess inevitably it had to happen...

But man, end of an era. It was freakin hilarious while it lasted: that Pharaoh refused to read ancient Egyptian because it’s like 2002 and he is a High Schooler living in Japan and he actually doesn’t WANT to resolve the mystery of the puzzle. Maybe the people who made this arc don’t know about how in S2 and S3, the fact Pharaoh couldn’t read Marik’s back tatt was like...a really big issue. He couldn’t read the God card, he couldn’t even read that massive tablet that read “HEY PHARAOH THIS IS LITERALLY YOU”. KAIBA had to tell him how to read the God card for him. Freakin Seto “Magic is a lie” Kaiba had to tell him how to use the God Card because Pharaoh couldn’t read it.

But like...Pharaoh finally gave in at some point after the world was devoured by the Leviathan, and before Kaiba finished building Kaibaland (which was already built in S1 but wtv)

The timelines on this show have always been a mishmash...but this one is just like...

...show are you trying to convince me that at any point in this show after season Zero, Pharaoh had any idea what he was doing? Did he sap that brain energy straight out of Joey Wheeler so he could do this?

Wow.

(secretly hoping he forgets how to read Egyptian after this arc is over and the show goes back to the other development team)

Pharaohs reasoning is that, if this is the riddle of the light.....

....then where is the riddle of darkness????????????

and when Tea was like “Pharaoh that is not even remotely logic. Omg it’s so bright outside, lets go back to gross cave.” and Pharaoh was like “Tea! You got it!” and she was like “What the hell are you talking about?”

Not gonna lie, I saw the Orichalcos green, and I got concerned.

Anyway, Yugi gets very frustrated and was like “ugh, lets go save em. They’re gonna die (again.)” and marches down there as if he didn’t pass out an hour ago.

And he fuses with Dark Magician again while everyone else (including his grandpa) was like “Yugi are you freakin kidding me? The suit freakin kills you omg! Tea you had one freakin job!”

And then we get the plot twist that...I mean it makes sense but it was choreographed in a confusing way.

And out of no where this guy shows up again:

So this mysterious man shows up and says “If you don’t succeed you have to live here forever” which...nice...that would probably save the world a lot of problems if Yami got locked away and took his OP puzzle with him. And then this man also says “if you do succeed you become VERY POWERFUL” and Yami was like. “...”

This whole episode had a theme to it, where Tristan and Joey were trying to prove that they could do things on their own and without Yugi’s help. And honestly...felt a little bit misplaced. Yami’s the same guy who murdered Yugi last season with the Orichalcos so like...

...I mean he is probably more reliable than Tristan who once died and turned into a robot monkey for 10ish episodes.

and then they flew into a glowing door.

Folks, this was wild to look at.

This is wild.

And at this point I closed Photoshop and thought I was done. But then I looked at my timeline on the video and was like...wait...there’s more?

and I’m really glad I kept watching because it went back to Alex, who...is apparently just still at those steps in this haunted ass Pyramid.

Now we’re watching Yugioh.

I forgot for a second when they turned Joey into a Himbo and made Pharaoh literate, but we’re back. I mean...

...look at the liner art on this adult man.

So...I posit the question...has Alex spent the last 2-3 episodes doing nothing but applying eyeliner to his face in the dark? Because he absolutely has. And honestly, the vibe of being in a spooky haunted pyramid with barely any light, just applying eyeliner down the edge of your face...that’s a Yugioh vibe, if I ever saw one.

This arc is wild. Anyway, next episode we do even more fetch quests and riddles? Just going to guess now that we probably will.

(and for those new here, this is a link so you can read them from the top. Which, since we’re in S5, means you got like...hours of Yugioh content to read through. Enjoy the rewards of my weird hobby.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yami yugi #S5 #Ep20 #It's actually Ep 20 now I was wrong last time #Yugi muto #Grandpa Muto #Alexander the Great #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #TeaxYugi #never thought I would ever use that tag #in this show where they are canonically dating but sometimes it happens #Puzzles and Dragons #Because yes I had to talk about it. This collab is great

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yellowhammerga · 3 years

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4x08 Recap

Y’all I’m so confused like what did I just watch. I have so many mixed emotions on this episode so much whiplash. Apologies in advance this got really long. Let’s start from the top shall we...

1. Rio threatens Beth’s family if she doesn’t come up with a fall guy for her deal with the SS. Like was this a for real threat because we all know his threats to her pretty much empty.

2. Rio’s backstory in my opinion was POINTLESS. The only things that were confirmed is that his name is actually Rio (no last name still), where he got some of his colorful sayings from, the money he got growing up from his criminal acts he spent it on his grandmother who basically raised him, and that Nick is a bitch lol.

3. No explanation on the “Phoenix” it was on his jacket and then he goes to jail and comes back with a throat tatt.

4. Nick is a freaking creep bringing Beth her cardigan. This got me thinking why would he have it did Rio not see it when he found the wire in the last episode? Why would you take it upon yourself to confront your bro/cousin’s girl about their relationship and then flirt with her?

5. Dean is and will always be a USELESS loser. He couldn’t even handle a mini spat between Emma and Danny without calling for Beth’s help. He’s literally the fifth child.

6. Why is the hot tub still in the living room? Like this makes no sense when you have a big ass background. I’m chucking this up to the laziness of the prop stylists on set to move the hot tub.

7. I enjoyed the strip club montage with the girls spending money on the most clothed strippers while eating from a seafood buffet and drinking mimosas and tequila shots. I feel like this scene has been done in a fic somewhere lol.

8. Gene trying to recruit Annie to audition for the club I found oddly amusing in their banter about gymnastics.

9. Gene is the worse criminal. His montage of spilling his guts to the SS was hilarious. I got confused on which criminal he was describing with the bonor pills and fentanyl.

10. Phoebe’s obsession with this fake friendship she has with Beth is starting to creep me out. It’s giving me “Single White Female” vibes. Next she’s going to be stuffing her bra with tissues to get her chest since Dave commented on her small bag brigade.

11. Literally in a state of confusion over the gardening scene with Nick and Beth. I’ll have to go back and rewatch this several times because I had no idea what they were talking about. Also like dude can you stop calling her “Elizabeth” the lady asked you once and you still do it. You’re about as smooth as an ocean during a tsunami.

12. THE PICNIC SCENE + HIS ARREST BROKE ME!! HOW DARE JENNA AND BILL DO THIS TO US. DID YOU SEE THE UTTER DISGUST AND BETRAYAL ON HIS FACE AS HE WAS BEING HANDCUFFED? THAT WILL BE ON CONSTANT REPEAT IN MY MIND. SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE AN ANGSTY FIC USING THIS LOOK.

13. I’m still broken over the arrest scene.

14. Another Nick is a bitch point with getting his cousin arrested for the credit card theft. I thought blood was thicker than water. You snake. Rio’s first rotten egg.

15. Rio walking out of the police station like a model was so HOT. He looked so good in that escalade with Nick. Our poor boy was heartbroken knowing that he would have no choice to kill his wife.

16. I was actually scared for 0.02 seconds when Rio appeared in the chair but I forgot “you don’t kill something you love.” Dean was good for something with that one liner.

17. “You just didn’t choose ME.” I mean WOW. I felt that when he said it. He's so happy to attempt once again to enter into a crime marriage with her. I could see Mick now like “dude what level of betrayal can this broad do before you don’t get a boner for her?”

18. We didn’t see how the real brotherhood started with Mick and Rio like damn wtf.

19. All in All I'm confused on how I really feel but I liked the episode I guess.

20. I can’t believe we only got one sexy Brio moment in this first half of the Spring season before we go on a month hiatus for the back half of the season. They better makeup and I mean Beth better show up for Rio in a BIG way to show that she is for once all in.

#gg spoilers #gg 4x08 #Brio #nbc good girls #goodgirlsnbc #Nick is a bitch and I don't like him #Honestly not too happy with Beth either #Dean is useless and I don't feel bad for him for putting his family in another financial hell hole #When will he learn he is TERRIBLE with money?#I can't wait for the Rio and Nick showdown #How long is Rio's tab with Nick anyway #Can Dave go back to DC already?#I'm over this whole SS plot #Can we stop the whole Rio is the bad guy trope and we need to take him down #It's been four seasons of this like ENOUGH #What about a rival gang #Hell I'll take a rival crime boss who wants Elizabeth and is hurting Rio's business at the same time #At this point why even show the kids they don't really matter #Is this how Jenna and Bills intend with celebrating Mother's Day showing us this monster of an episode #Brio is endgame I don't care what everyone says #Sorry this post got long my rant is over

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prisonprocess · 3 years

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Tim Goes to Prison

10.

This is a picture of the way that Tim and the other convicts marched on their way to their labor sites. Like the other guys, Tim thought it was bullshit to march along behind some convict with a phony little flag, like they were learning to be heroic Army guys that people would talk about on TV. He was embarrassed that he used to fall for that hero shit. Even the college boy prisoners were starting to see what shit they’d been taught.

Of course, everybody thought it was fuckin hilarious to have an officer giving them orders to “move your ass” and so forth, when the officer himself had the biggest ass in the state. The officers weren’t all like that. Some of them were hot, like the one that made Tim do those pushups. But Tim had to be very careful not to say anything like that, because he didn’t want anybody to think he was a little buttboy. That was Alex’s territory. It seemed like everybody knew what Alex did in some other guys’ bunks, although nobody ratted him out. Tim was told right away that the worst thing you can do in prison is to rat somebody out. Which, even in the Recovery Unit, could get you killed.

He didn’t want to think about any of that, partly because he was incredibly shy about sex, and partly because he was learning not to feel so alone around other guys. It was all bullshit about the flag and the marching in step, but as soon as he put on his boots and buttoned himself into his uniform he knew that for the rest of the day he’d have a guy right in front of him and a guy right in back of him and a guy right next to him, and they would all be doing the same things, and they wouldn’t be thinking about anything except doing the things that they did together. Even in the bull sessions at night . . . those guys would never have even met each other unless they were all prisoners and bunking in the same barracks and shitting in the same cans and wearing the same weird stupid uniforms. So when he thought about it, Tim could see that he was getting in on something that a guy like him could never possibly get in on, unless he’d been yanked out of college and put in a convict suit.

One night there was a surprise—or maybe not, depending on how you looked at it. Alex snuck out of his own bunk and lay down next to Tim in Tim’s bunk. Later Tim thought maybe it was because he’d been staring at this guy named Larry, who he thought was the HOTTEST guy in the barracks, and Alex thought he was staring at him. Anyway, Tim was so surprised, he didn’t know what to do, but Alex did. He wanted Tim to take charge, which was a new idea for Tim, but he soon got used to it. Afterwards, Tim felt like a man instead of a shy little queer, which was the way he usually pictured himself.

Alex was sort of a nice guy, and Tim let him into his bunk two or three more times, but he didn’t want to do it a lot, for fear of getting caught and embarrassed. And the guy he really liked was Larry. Larry came from a good family too; in fact his family was rich. But he wasn’t good in school because he kept drugging and stealing all the time, no matter what school they sent him to. When he finally graduated, his parents made him go to the community college, but he flunked out of that. Larry was really strong and really handsome--except for his tatts, which Tim had a lot of trouble with. Tim couldn’t understand how you could mark yourself up so that everybody could see it, and you could never take it off; it was there forever and you couldn’t change it. It wasn’t like getting three months in a recovery program; it was like a life sentence. But Larry had spent time in the county jail, and that’s what the inmates do with each other, they give each other tatts. So Larry wasn’t shy, although he was quiet like a shy person is. Which showed that Tim didn’t need to be so worried about being quiet himself. Then it occurred to Tim that he didn’t really have a crush on Larry; he just wanted to be like him.

#first time in prison #labor #uniforms

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ask-the-good-creeps · 3 years

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can we get some of the carney groups interactions

The mechanical whirring was cut short as Davie switched off his tattoo gun. He wiped the latest piece on his newest client a couple times with a clean towel as he set down his supplies and encouraged the canvas to take a look at the finished image. It would need a bit of time to heal, but this wasn’t her first time getting inked - she was well aware of that. She thanked him for his work and told him how much she loved the art he’d permanently drawn into her shoulder, and he finished the administrative tasks associated with her session today before wishing her well and sending her out the door.

Emma had been his last appointment for the day seeing how the guy who had been scheduled after her had suddenly called it off. Davie was both disappointed and relieved that the man had quit on him; he was glad he didn’t have to work with someone so difficult, but at the same time...strange things tended to happen when he was the only one in the shop. Things that nobody ever believed him about when he tried to tell someone. He found himself hoping for a surprise walk-in as he began doing random housekeeping around the place.

Be careful what you wish for.

The little silver bell on the door rang out. Davie called out a quick greeting to whoever entered as he threw out some garbage in the back room. He heard conversation as he walked back out to the front, and he felt a sinking unease in his gut when he entered to find the front room empty...but the conversation didn’t stop. That could only mean one thing...he was back, and he must have brought a friend this time.

Davie felt sweat start to bead on his forehead as his eyes scanned the room. The voices seemed to be coming from all around him, but there were no people in sight to attribute them to.

“H-hello?” Davie called shakily. The conversation paused for a moment - that was all it took. Oh no.

“Hello!” He appeared out of nowhere, leaning down so his eerily-grinning face was both level with and inches from Davie’s own. The tattooist was almost glad there wasn’t anyone else there; a grown man shrieking like a child and falling back on his ass was usually cause for a little light-hearted ridicule from his coworkers.

“Ah, sorry about that! I always forget how easily startled you are.” the jester laughed and though Davie didn’t think he intended to sound like a maniacal villain, he most definitely did.

“Are you sure he’s alright with us being here? Are you really sure?” Davie turned his attention to the blue-haired maniac’s friend. If his eyes could’ve bulged from his skull and exploded like in a cartoon, they would have.

This questionable character was taller than his already-too-tall companion. The greyscale scheme of his outfit seemed to have leaked out into his very being, as if the clown had been soaked in a vat of magic bleach. His black lips were set into a frown as his creepy eyes bore into Davie’s soul. He had a single black brow raised in question, and his seemingly boneless arms were loosely crossed as he waited for the jester’s answer.

“Of course it’s fine with him, Jack! I’ve been here at least three times already - he knows me!” Candy Pop offered Davie his hand, and the artist reluctantly took it. Pop hauled the man to his feet and turned to face a still-skeptical Jack. Davie’s throat was so dry it hurt to swallow, and he was sure the clown saw him shaking before he realized it himself. The jester had never seemed determined to harm him on any of their previous encounters, but Davie was reluctant to drop his guard around a creature of supernatural origin...especially one capable of things like Pop.

“W-what can I do for you?” Davie asked with a forced smile. He didn’t want to offend these two. Pop opened his mouth as if he intended to answer, but the clown - Jack - beat him to it.

“We can leave if you don’t want us here. It isn’t our intention to terrify you, but this unholy cretin,” Jack gestured to Pop, “has a habit of not knowing when he’s crossed a line with people.”

“Oh, but lines are meant to be crossed, old friend! Life is so much more interesting outside our comfort zones!” Pop laughed again and did an exaggerated spin before looking back at Davie. “I don’t trust anyone else to mark up my skin anyway.”

Davie was too focused on the painfully-wide smile splitting Pop’s cheeks to see Jack roll his eyes. The jester started to tell him about the latest art piece he wanted on his back, but Davie wasn’t paying much attention to his words at this point. He nodded his head almost reflexively until the jester stopped talking.

“Can you do that?” Pop asked at the end of his explanation. Davie snapped back into reality.

“Y-yeah, sure, I just gotta get a sketch down...” he mumbled. Pop clapped his hands in excitement as he turned to head to the chair he always sat in here to get work done. Davie turned to follow him but was stopped. A cold chill ran down his spine as he saw the long, dark claws resting over his shoulder.

“You sure you’re up for this? We’ll leave if you say so.” Jack rasped behind him.

“It’s f-fine,” Davie gulped, “I just...didn’t know you were real before this, that’s all.”

“Pop told you about me last time he was here, then?” there was a curiosity behind the clown’s words. It didn’t sound malicious, but it was hard to tell with how creepy his voice was.

“He, uh...he did a little more than that.” He heard a confused hum from behind him as the sharp-tipped fingers disappeared from his shoulder.

“Did I forget to tell you about that?” Pop was already sitting shirtless on the chair, even though he didn’t need to be for the next half-hour at least while Davie sketched the design he wanted.

“What did you do?” Jack’s voice sounded exasperated, tired, somewhat defeated in the face of his jester friend’s ever-present smile.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter now, all things considered, but...”

“But...?”

“But I may have gotten a picture of you feeding little ducks inked into my back a couple visits prior.” Davie heard a sound behind him akin to a hard slap, followed by Pop’s echoing laughter. He risked a glance over his shoulder to see Jack with his palm covering his face. The demonic clown seemed completely fed-up with Pop’s antics; having dealt with him a few times now, Davie could easily understand where that sentiment came from.

“Are we going to get this show on the road or not, boys?” Pop asked in a light, sing-song voice. Jack sighed as he and Davie both went over to get started. The tattooist wasn’t surprised to see the jester’s back completely blank. Every tattoo put on this guy faded away after a little more than a week, and it seemed even Candy Pop himself didn’t know why that was. Davie wondered why the guy kept getting tattoos if they weren’t even going to stay for long. What was the point of doing all that work only to have nothing to show for it later on?

He sighed quietly as he grabbed his sketching tools. He remembered the first tattoo the jester requested. A rainbow unicorn that took up his whole back. At the time, Pop had really creeped him out in general, but he hadn’t known the guy wasn’t human. The next tattoo was a snake slithering up his arm, and Davie still hadn’t suspected supernatural issues.

Then, Pop came in for his third tattoo...a full back tatt of Jack feeding ducks. Davie had tried to say that he didn’t think there’d be any room around the unicorn piece, only to stop mid-sentence when Pop exposed his tattoo-less back. His jaw had dropped when Pop responded by saying, “That would have been a really cool idea for my first tattoo, but I’ve got my heart set on this one.”

He had done the piece while doubting his own sanity.

It was the fourth time that started to make him afraid. Pop had come in with a cardboard mustache photo-prop held in front of his face to ask for another full-back tatt. The jester tried to deny he’d been there before when Davie mentioned their previous interactions, and seemed genuinely upset that Davie ‘saw through his clever disguise’ when he finally admitted his identity. And of course, his back was blank again that day.

The jester always requested the strangest, most outlandish things after that. There was a piece of a female version of himself flipping the bird and saying ‘fuck off’, an upside-down giraffe with green square spots wearing a yellow bandana, what could only be described as an alien lifeform offering a striped banana to a faceless cow...his requests never made sense or seemed to have any meaning, and Davie had never expected to see a physical manifestation of one of those images here in his little shop.

He set to work sketching his otherworldly visitor’s latest request, and wasn’t surprised to Jack hang his head in his hands after Pop approved the sketch. Davie found it interesting to know that Pop’s ideas were odd even by the standards of other creatures like him.

The tatt took about six hours; they finished an hour and a half after closing time, but Davie hadn’t been willing to ask him to come back and finish it another time. He could suck it up. Jack had been quiet through the whole thing, while Pop had been his usual chatterbox self. The jester admired his back in the mirror for a few minutes before snapping his fingers. There was a puff of blue smoke, and his shirt was back on.

“I can’t wait to show Jason.” Pop smirked mischievously. Jack had shaken his head in disapproval, but didn’t say anything.

The two entities thanked him for his time, paid and tipped well, and headed out the door into the night. Davie wondered as he locked up the shop later why they didn’t just teleport away. Part of him hoped he’d never see the two living examples of nightmare fuel again, but part of him didn’t mind the thought of it so much. Sure, they were terrifying, but they never hurt him...and he couldn’t deny they looked familiar somehow.

He briefly wondered who Jason was...and why the nude redheaded woman Pop had inked into his back tonight was important to him.

#ask the good creeps #ask creepypasta #creepypasta #candy pop #Laughing Jack #jason the toy maker #jason is so sick of him #short story #ask #anon

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reidandweep · 6 years

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Tattooed, Pierced, and a Runner?

Thomas x Reader Hey guys. My name’s Hollie. I am not new to the Maze Runner fandom. I have actually been a part of it since 2012 (books and movies) but I just never posted any fan fiction that I’ve wrote. But I saw a prompt request by @labyrinth-of-thoughts that really interested me. So here it is. My first published fan fiction. Hope you like it. P.S The tattoos mentioned (except the Star Wars one) are actual tattoos I have.

Word Count: 2622 words.

Contains: Mentions of nipple piercings, broken bones, and balls.

Prompt: Anyone want to write a fic of Loki, Steve, Thomas (Maze Runner), Gally (Maze Runner) or Stiles and a curvy, sporty chick with tatts (a star wars one too) and piercings (including nipple piercings)

It was the tenth day of the month which meant supplies and the day the new Greenie would come up in the box, had arrived. Since Thomas had come up in the box, he had been loaded with information. He’d been told the rules by Alby, introduced to some fellow Gladers, learnt somethings about the Maze from Chuck, pushed to the ground by Gally, and now here he was, at the Bonfire, next to Newt. Thomas didn’t like this place one bit. Nobody was answering his questions with the answers he needed. No one except Newt. Thomas was sat next to Newt, leaning against a log, talking about the runners. “you see those guys? There, by the fire? Those are the runners. That guy in the middle there, that’s Minho. He’s the Keeper of the Runners.” Newt told Thomas. Thomas looked over at the group of Runners. He could see Minho surrounded by multiple guys, all dressed in similar clothing; long sleeved tees, cargo pants, and running shoes. Next to Minho was a girl. “Who’s the girl?” asked Thomas, not taking his eyes off her. Newt chuckled, taking a swig of Gally’s juice. “That is Y/N. Came up her around a year ago now. Not like the rest of us you know. For one, she’s the only girl here. Second, she came up in the box, leapt out and punched Gally right in the face. Broke his nose and spent her first night here in the Slammer.” Thomas looked at Newt with disbelief.

“I didn’t just break his nose, I bust his lip open too.” A voice from behind Thomas stated. Thomas jumped with fright, clenching his chest from the sudden voice. Y/N quickly sat down next to Newt, taking the drink from his hands and gulping the rest down in one. “Oi, I was going to bloody finish that you shank” Newt whined. Y/N laughed, rustling Newt’s hair with her unoccupied hand. “Sorry Newt, you know I’ve been running all day. Been looking forward to this bonfire and, dare I say it, Gally’s homemade drink”. Thomas looked between the two, feeling slightly out of place. “You’re right love. Next time, I’ll get you a drink ready.” Newt said to Y/N, both sharing a smile. “So how long have you two been a couple?” Thomas asked the pair. Y/N quickly burst out laughing, holding her stomach as tears fell from her eyes. Newt looked at Thomas like he had just said that he had an extra leg. Thomas was confused, not knowing what he said that was so funny. Newt chuckles lightly. “Y/N and me? Mate, were like brother and sister that would be like- ““Incest” Newt and Y/N said at the same time.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know why but he felt a lot happier knowing Y/N and Newt weren’t together. Y/N wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Greenie, I’ve been here nearly a year now and not one of these shanks have caught my eye. I know I’ve caught most of their’s, but just cause I’m the only girl in this damn place don’t mean I’m going to be treated like klunk. You got that?” Y/N said to Thomas, pointing a finger towards his face. Thomas gulped shaking his head up and down. Y/N pulled back her finger and placed the mason jar onto the ground. Looking around the Glade, Y/N’s hands pulled the elastic out of her H/L, H/C hair. She tied it into a bun, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. “Aren’t neither of you shanks hot? This bonfire making me sweaty as hell.” Y/N complained. Thomas looked at Y/N’s face taking in her glistening features. Her E/C eyes were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. It appeared he had been staring for too long as Newt nudged Thomas, knocking him out of his trance. Thomas looked at Newt, a blush covering his cheeks. Newt smirked towards Thomas, quickly turning to face Y/N. “If you’re so bloody warm then take of that dirty long-sleeved top you’re wearing. You’re wearing your tank top underneath anyway. The shanks know not to stare. Not after you kneed Ben in the balls.” Y/N chuckled looking towards the two boys. Shaking her head, she lifted the long- sleeved top over her torso. Once it was completely off, she tied it around her waist and sat down with her legs crossed, facing the two boys and leaning on to her arms to the side of her. Thomas didn’t mean for his eyes to wander but they did. Her body was curvy. It was clear that she ran and took part in other fitness activities as her arms and legs both showed evident muscles. Her arms and collar bones were covered in tattoos. These caught Thomas’ attention. “What are they?” Thomas asked pointing towards some of Y/N’s body art. “Full of questions aren’t you Greenie?” Y/N said. Newt chuckled, wiping his hands on his trousers. Standing up he turned to face the two Gladers on the ground. “I’m going to bed. With the amount of tattoos Y/N has you’ll be here all bloody night hearing about them.” He said. Y/N and Thomas both laughed. Newt turned towards Thomas “Tomorrow you start trials to see which job you’ll fit best in. Don’t stay up too late Greenie, you need to be up early.” Turning around Newt waved goodbye, leaving Thomas and Y/N alone by the fire.

Thomas turned his body so that he and Y/N were now facing one another. Y/N scooted closer to Thomas. He could now see her tattoos more clearly. “These are my tattoos.” Y/N began. “I came up here in the cage just like the rest of them. Only I couldn’t remember my name. I actually didn’t remember it for another four days. But I did remember what all my tattoos were and what inspired them the minute I woke up.” Thomas pointed to the first tattoo he saw. It was a large tattoo on her left forearm. “What’s this one?” Thomas asked. Y/N looked down at the tattoo that Thomas had asked about, a large smile growing on her face. “That is my Star Wars tattoo. Before you ask what, Star Wars is, Star Wars is an epic science fiction franchise consisting of multiple movies, novels, comics, and tv shows. It is way too complicated and too much to explain if you’ve never seen it, but it is amazing. Thomas smiled at Y/N. He admired the way her eyes lit up as she spoke about something she loved. “It’s something that I am so happy I remember but also sad that I can’t share it with anyone else in here. I know Newt and Chuck would love Star Wars. Maybe even Gally would too. I could see Minho having the hots for Princess Leila because she is the most beautiful person in the galaxy.” Even though Thomas had no idea who Princess Leila was, he could argue against her statement. He was looking at the most beautiful person in the universe, let alone the galaxy. Y/N looked at Thomas to see if he was paying attention. “You listening because I’m just going to tell you about my other favourites and you can learn about the others another day, okay? Or else we will be here all night like Newt said.” Y/N stated. Thomas smiled. “That’s fine. We can talk more about the others another day. Tell me about your favourites. I am all ears.” Thomas told Y/N. A soft smile took over Y/N’s face. The idea that Thomas wanted to learn about all her tattoos made her happy. No one else except Newt and Minho had took time to listen to her ramble about them.

Y/N sat up and moved even closer to Thomas. Both of their legs crossed and bodies facing each other. “You ready?” Y/N asked Thomas. Thomas laughed and shook his head. “Yes, I’m ready.” He answered. Y/N pointed to her left wrist. “This one was my first tattoo. I remember that. I remember the pain I felt getting it but also how happy I was after. It says ‘Carpe Diem’ which means ‘Seize the Day’. It’s a quote from one of my favourite movies called “Dead Poets Society”. It reminds me to take every day and make it my own. I look at it when I am out in the Maze. I want to make my time in their important.”

Y/N moved her left arm and pointed at her right forearm. “This one is another movie tattoo. It seems that before the Glade, movies were an important part of my life. This one says ‘To die would be an awfully big adventure. I’m petrified of the idea of death. We don’t know whether we come back as something else or if that’s it. Maybe we just become worm food, or we end up becoming soldiers in the Great Skeleton War? Who knows? But having that on my arm. Seeing it everyday whilst living in here with these shanks. I know if I died tomorrow, my life would have been worth it.” She looks down a sad smile on her face. A single tear falls down her cheek. Without realising, Thomas immediately wipes it away. He pulls his hand back quickly and apologises. Y/N looks up at Thomas and wipes away her tears; replacing the sad smile with an enthusiastic one.

“We will discuss one more and then I’m calling it a night. I’ll even let you pick.” Thomas gulped. His eyes searched the visible tattoos across Y/N’s body. The one that caught his eye was on her left collar bone. Y/N took note of where he was staring. “That one says ‘Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten’. Seems as though I’ve always cared about family. Everyone in here is now my family in different ways. Newt is like my over protective brother. Alby is like a father figure. Chuck and Minho are those annoying brothers that you love and hate. Frypan reminds me of a grandfather figure. He may be young, but he has an old soul. Even Gally. Gally is that cousin that your forced to hang out with and pretend to like.” Thomas let out a loud laugh. Y/N soon joined in. Once their laughter died down Thomas asked Y/N, “Who am I?”. Y/N looked at Thomas. She looked deep into his eyes. They stared at each other for a long time before Y/N spoke once again. “I don’t know yet but you’re going to be part of this family as much as everyone else. Like I said, I don’t leave my family behind or forget them. Hard to forget the shanks in this place.” Y/N stood up stretching her back. Thomas followed her actions. Looking around he realised that all the other Gladers had headed to bed. The fire in front of the still burning. The began to walk side by side to the Homestead.

“Do you know where your bed is?” Y/N asked Thomas. Dread covered Thomas’ face. “I can’t remember. Chuck showed me, but the Homestead looks different in the dark.” He answered. Y/N turned to Thomas. “You can stay in my room for the night. I have one separate from the boys. Just in case any of the shanks try anything at night. Follow me.” Thomas didn’t deny Y/N’s offer. Just simply choosing to follow. Y/N walked towards the Deadheads. Just to the side of the entrance was a small hut. Y/N entered with Thomas following behind. Inside the small hut was a bed, slightly bigger than a single, a wardrobe, dressing table, and a lamp. “You can sleep in the bed. I’ll take the floor.” Y/N told Thomas, grabbing a pillow and throw blanket for herself. Thomas walked towards Y/N. “You take the bed. You’ve been running all day and had to deal with me for the past few hours. You deserve the rest.” He told her, grabbing the pillow and blanket from her hands. Y/N quickly snatched them back. “And you Greenie, have had a very traumatic day. Coming up in the box, learning all this shucking information, and dealing with not only Gally, but me talking your head of about my klunking tattoos. So, you’re having the bed.” “No. You’re having the bed” Thomas argued. The pillow and blanket continuously being tugged between the two Gladers. Both refusing to sleep in the bed for the others comfort. Y/N placed a foot back and pulled with all her strength, but Thomas one stronger. Thomas tugged the blanket one final time, getting it out of Y/N’s grasp. Only for Y/N to lose her balance, falling onto Thomas and knocking them both to the ground. They landed in a twisted pile of limbs and blanket. Trying to untangle himself, Thomas moved his arms; his hands brushing against something hard and small. A gasp left Y/N’s lips. “Hey Greenie!” Y/N shouted. Thomas looked over their tangled limbs and towards Y/N’s face. “Stop touching that.” She told him. Thomas looked very confused. “What is it?” He asked. Y/N rolled her eyes. She quickly untangled herself and pulled Thomas up. “That Greenie, was my shucking nipple piercing. It’s sensitive so don’t touch it you klunkhead.” Y/N told him. Thomas’ face turned a deep shade of red. He quickly fumbled with the blanket, picking it up from the ground. Y/N turned around and climbed into the bed, moving towards the side of the bed that was against the wall. “As neither of us is going to give up the floor, we will both sleep in the bed. No funny business and keep your hands to yourself. Now get in here I’m tired.” Once again, Thomas didn’t argue. He was already embarrassed enough. His first day and he had already fallen over trying to escape, gotten knocked down twice by Gally, and now he accidently touched the only girl Glader’s nipple. How shucking fantastic?

Thomas climbed into the bed, staying as far as possible from Y/N. He slowly began to close his eyes. They quickly opened again once he felt his arm being tugged. Y/N pulled Thomas into the middle of the bed. Their faces only separated by a few centimetres. She placed the blanket over the pair and tucked the pillow under her head. Silence surrounded them. Y/N closed her eyes. Thomas soon broke the silence. “Do you only have one nipple pierced?” Thomas asked. “No” she answered. “Two nipples pierced?” he asked again. Y/N still had her eyes closed. “If not one, then of course two. I haven’t got three nipples.” Thomas became red once more with embarrassment. “Now go to sleep.” Y/N told him. She snuggled deeper into the pillow. Silence. Until…. “Did it hurt?” Thomas spoke again. “Go to sleep.” Y/N demanded. Thomas took in a deep breath. Before he could ask the question once more Y/N cupped Thomas’ face. Her eyes open once again, moving herself till there were only a few inches between them. Thomas’ eyes moved between looking at Y/N’s eyes and her lips. “If you go to sleep right now.” Y/N said. “I will answer all your question about my nipple piercings and tattoos tomorrow. I promise. Now go to sleep.” Y/N pulled her hand back from Thomas’ face only for Thomas to grab it with his hand, intertwining their fingers. He placed their entwined hands between their bodies. “Okay.” He said with a smile on his face. Y/N closed her eyes, a faint smile taking over her face as well. Both slowly falling into the deep sleep they both need. “Maybe this place won’t be too bad.” Thomas thought before sleep finally took over.

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Blankets [JungkookxReader](Pt 2/5)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever.

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)

Author’s Note: Sorry for the small delay. I am still not super happy with the way this came out. I scrapped half the chapter that I had already finished, and rewrote it since my vision of where this fic was heading changed. This also triggered the fic to grow in complexity now expanding it from a 3 part to a 5 part. Hope ya’ll enjoy.

Also quick confession….. I have never written in 2nd POV till now, so sorry for any mistakes I might commit while writing in this form.

Trigger warning: Drugs, alcohol, and Sexual scenes

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 4,900+

Blankets

.Part 1.

Better an Oops than a What If - Unknown

You had always heard the saying: ‘People do crazy things for Love’, but you weren’t in love, so why were you doing it? You had not figured out what temporary madness drove you to commit such a radical act. Jungkook had never played an important role in your life, nor he changed your daily routine, other than serving as an extra source of warmth through the night. How can a simple act of possession drive you to such madness. Actually, whenever he was not around to intoxicate your coherent thoughts with lust, you would dream of a faceless man who would make you fall in love chickflick style. The thought of the possibility of Jungkook filling in those shoes would make you laugh. He was a good fuck. He was an amazing source of relief, but when you looked at the boy asleep in your bed it did nothing for you.

Jungkook was handsome, that was something you couldn’t deny. From his soulful eyes to cheeky grin, it was perfection. Even the scar that lay upon his cheek looked like it was carved on purpose into his face to create an even more intricate structure. As much as he was handsome though, he was far away from perfect. Jungkook had a bad temperament, and you had witnessed it in quite a few occasions, when he came home beat up only to take out his frustrations by pounding you so hard and rapid that it left your center bruised. Those nights he would escape the security of your bed right after without even a goodbye. Other than cooking skills and casual talks, Jungkook never bothered to find out much about you. He like you, seemed to find those specifics irrelevant. Jungkook was immature. He threw tantrums if you didn’t open the door right away, and the few opinions he shared with you over frivolous topics seemed to be based upon illiterate sources. Jungkook was stubborn. He liked things his way or not at all, and that would’ve been okay if you weren’t stubborn as well, which would lead to boundless amounts of arguing and angry sex. Jungkook was just sex. That’s what you have told yourself repeatedly, for the past year when you laid alone upon your bed, inhaling his scent from the unwashed blankets, as if by doing so he would materialize beside you.

“Are you sure about this??? Your hair I can dye back, but I definitely won’t be able to glue this together” Danielle said holding the scissors in her trembling hands. She knew how erratic your request had been last night when you called her to come over and dye your hair a sinful red. You rolled your eyes at her overthinking nature. You tried reaching for the scissors. You had decided to take advantage of the predicament you had encountered due to your temporary insanity, and really attempt getting out of the endless loop on uniformity in your life. You were a 22 year old senior in college, that had enough hangovers to count in a single hand. You had been called a prude/lame way too many times. You were not doing this only for Jungkook. You liked to think that you were also seeking something to conform your thirst for diversity in life. Danielle had explored every dark corner of her youthful years, and had gladly shared her rowdy experiences with you. Her narratives leaving you with want, but your brain shutting down any ideas to participate in such activities, until the night you bumped into Jungkook. Now you were taking the bull by the horns. You were going to go big or go home as they say.

“If you do not do it already, I will” you warned her.

She nodded defeatedly as she cut your waist long hair to the best of her ability.

The image in the mirror of the small bathroom already becoming unfamiliar, as the virgin hair you had was no more.

That night you made sure to give Danielle another heart attack as you dragged her along to a tattoo shop. A tattoo was way too far of a stretch from your usual comfort zone, and Danielle was aware of that. What she didn’t know was about your unvoiced fascination with permanent markings upon skin as a way of self expression. Your Google search bar had sufficed to alleviate your curiosity with this practice by showing you the many forms of art that lay upon strangers skin. You were now using this as an advantage to diverge into this now at day trend that would send your mother into hysterics.

“I want that tattoo, but can you make it bigger?” you asked the tattoo artist named Jackson, who in return eyed you a bit sceptical.

“Are you sure ma'am?? Is it your first tatt? If I was you, I would aim for something smaller” he replied as you sat on the awaiting chair infront of him.

“Yeah plus….why are you getting a turkey??” asked Danielle tilting the tattoo binder to the side, as if it was a complex calculus problem.

“I have a high pain tolerance. No worries. And Danielle….it is a phoenix, it signifies rebirth” you stated as the guy arranged the various colors of ink infront of you “Now let me get this over with”

The buzzing of the gun going off and on causing you to grip the handle of the black chair tightly. The little voice in your head was no longer encouraging you, but instead kept sabotaging your courage with wavering doubts of your true intentions behind such an out of character act.

The needle getting closer to your skin by the second, causing your stomach to churn with anxiety. You were not known to be a quitter. Your tenacious personality caught in the current dilemma of whether jumping off the chair would be an acceptable move in your behalf due to the ongoing war in your head. One centimeter till it made full contact with your skin, and your vocal cords on their own accord let out a “Stop!”

Jackson halted and rapidly moved the needle away from your skin. A sigh of relief made it’s way out of your parted lips. That had been close.

“You know what, maybe let’s stick to a piercing first. You know, small steps” you said trying to convince the public present that the reasoning behind this choice lay on an ulterior motive other than plain ass nerves.

Jackson smiled at you as he put his gear up “No problem here, let’s just get ya over to Bam over there to sign the paperwork. What kind of piercing are you looking for??”

“Tongue and maybe Nose” you said visualizing the look you were aiming for minus the tattoo.

A rush of adrenaline surged through your body as you took out your tongue for Jackson to inspect. The long needle in his hands appearing more like a sword from its length. The saliva starting to generate a pool in your mouth.

“You should totally close your eyes dude, that looks….” Danielle started only to be shushed by Jackson.

You shut your eyes tightly following Danielle’s instructions as you felt the cold metal against your tongue.

“Ok (Y/N), you are going to take a breath for me and not move. I’m going to count to three okay?” he said quietly.

You took a deep breath, and blocked out the noises till you felt a slight pinch, and then like magic it was done. There had been no pain or excessive blood like your imagination had replayed over and over again in your mind.

You smiled triumphantly, maybe this was how everything would play on between you and Jungkook. In all finality, Quick and Painless.

It was red, sore, and inflamed. The pounding in your nose still fresh, and your tongue still causing a massive fluid buildup in your mouth. Why had this seemed like such a good idea last night?? You were not quite sure at this point if the way you were heading was the way to go, but you had 2 hours to get ready before Yoongi picked you up.

The clothes in your closet seemed inappropriate in comparison to the mini skirt that Tabi wore that night. You wanted to make Jungkook suffer for some reason unknown to you. You wanted to flaunt skin he had only been able to witness on those secluded late risque nights. You wanted to show him a side of you that would trigger an abundance of lewd thoughts to flow in his brain.

You have never portrayed yourself as the vindictive type, but as your slowly stepped into your skin tight torn skinnies you realized maybe you were just unaware of this side of you.

The need for some sort of retaliation against the boy, who according to you was a mere accessory in your life, had become a fun game and you wanted to be the MVP.

You had also made sure to rip apart one of the many band shirts he had left behind on your bedroom floor. Now, you were by no means a fashionista, but thanks to youtube and the fact this was not any sort of rocket science, you had upgraded the shirt from overwashed and baggy to something more hip with a vintage look.

The phone rang snapping you out of your trance state as you slipped on the now cropped shirt.

“Hellow” you said as you swallowed a big gulp of saliva.

“(Y/N), are you brushing your teeth or something?? You sound funny” you heard your mom say from the other side of the line.

You gulped nervously. You had always been an obedient child from what your mom knew. You always had been the star child in her eyes, and she rarely found out about the little rushes of adventure you encountered once in a blue moon.

“Good Mama. Just getting ready for a college event. I just ate ice so my tongue is numb” you replied as you attempted to draw up a semi perfect line of mascara.

“Ok. I’ll let you go then. Just reminding you about the family reunion this month. Bringing a date would be smart, remember what happened last time?? I don’t want your aunts to pester me about your relationship status. They see you as a nun already” she said causing you to chuckle. Your dear mom was so clueless about your sexual activities, and how your commitment problems were the source of your single status, not your inability to obtain a man’s attention.

“Ok mom. Will do” you said hanging up not waiting for a response.

It had been the 11th time you had erased your left eye’s eyeliner. The complexity of capturing the same length and shape of line in both eyes stressing the hell out of you. Grabbing a wipey, you smudged the line you had unsuccessfully drawn once again. A sigh of frustration leaving your lips as the doorbell rang. It was like every force of nature was preventing you from accomplishing your mission of tracing the most enchanting winged eyeliner.

You stomped your way to the door, not even caring to ask who would be standing on the other side.

Much to your luck, Yoongi was standing there with his mouth agape.

You tried wiping your panda looking eye discretely, but you had a feeling you had just made it worse.

“Hey there, you are early” you said as you let him in.

He walked in inspecting your place quietly. Your apartment was not very spacious by any means, but you were proud of the decoration that had taken you months to put together. Your walls were every star wars fan’s dream come true. A lifesize poster of darth vader being your proudest possession.

Yoongi smiled as he took a seat on your couch without any hesitation of making himself right at home “Even more of a reason of my skepticism on the ‘Friendship’ between you and Kookie”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a teasing smile “Well, I am almost ready to be off….. Other than myself, should I bring anything else??”

“No just you and your cute butt will do” he said as he scanned you up and down, clearly taking into liking the (Y/N) 2.0 you had going on “We will provide the rest. By the way, you got something right about here” Yoongi said pointing at his eye “ I know you have this whole I wanna look rough kinda thing, but I don’t think beat up was the look you were aiming towards ”

You shook your head leaving him behind, without another word as you made your way to the bathroom. Yoongi’s mere presence feeding the atmosphere an almost turbulent aura, one which set ablaze a rebellious side of you. One which you were ready to embrace full on.

You were not sure what you were expecting from the evening, but as you stared up towards a beat down garage full of vintage band posters, you realized you were clearly oblivious to what lay behind those brown orbs you had woken up to for the past year.

“We are here princess. It’s just the gang tonight, so you will have a clear view of what I mean, by not fitting in” he said slamming the door shut,not even showing an inkling of an intention of opening yours like a true gentleman would. Of course, you were not expecting such manners from him. This was not a date. On the contrary it felt like he wanted to warn you on what kind of man you had gotten yourself involved with, not really setting to mind the value or classification of the relationship that had been established between you and Jungkook.

The beat of the bass was of poor quality, as you stepped into their territory. The worn out speakers barely being able to take on the excessive volume to which they were being controlled to play on. Your heart beating slightly faster, as the boy’s eyes landed on you taken aback by your surprise appearance. A shy smile made its way to your face which you quickly tried to replace with a sly smirk trying to enact some sort of confidence.

“Hey boys, you said following Yoongi’s lead to take a seat on a beat up couch. Jungkook wasn’t present, but JImin, Jin the bartender who you hadn’t met personally yet, and Namjoon were sitting on the floor surrounding something that looked like a giant beaker of some sort.

“Hey aren’t you the chick from the club?? Kook was looking for you left and right, after you left. We let him know you were in good hands” Namjoon said winking towards Yoongi.

You looked at Yoongi who had a slight pink tint to his cheeks “No, Joon I just escorted her to her car, and then took off myself. I had work the next morning. Early night”

Jimin winked at him this time “RIIIGHT!”

I was about to add my two cents to the feud, when another entity made their presence known.

“We got the drinks” the boy you remembered as Hoseok came in followed by Tabi, who once again wore the tiniest of skirts.

Hoseok saw you and his grin widened “Glad to see you again. Like the new look”

You gave him a stiff smile, not really sure on how to answer back as you saw a scowl decorating Tabi’s face already.

Hoseok unaware of the sour look on Tabi tried getting her to acknowledge your presence “Tabi, she is Kook’s friend (Y/N) from the other night, remember??”

She forced out a smile clearly not ecstatic of the turn of events that now included you.

“She’s with me tonight. Wanted her to destress and get to know the guys” Yoongi said clearly noticing the radical mood change which had already left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Tabi’s shoulders relaxed when Yoongi addressed the fact that you had been invited by Yoongi not Jungkook.

“So, you with Yoongi?” Tabi asked.

You nodded, and then a wide grin came upon her face giving her a glow that made your confidence turn down a notch. She truly was beautiful in an exotic sort of way.

She sat down on the floor with the guys “Why aren’t we hitting already??”

“Waiting for Kook and Tae to bring it in. We finished the first batch while you guys were gone” Jin said looking regretfully at the item infront of him.

Everything clicked in as you stared at the crowd. Their eyes were a slight shade of red, and the magic lamp was a bong. Maybe you were more innocent than you had previously thought. Slightly embarrassed, you hadn’t put two and two together you shrank more into your seat. Yoongi noticed your slight discomfort and held your hand encouragingly. You squeezed his back, as you noticed two figures making their way towards the crew. You automatically recognized Jungkook disheveled look, and Tae’s rectangular smile. The barely visible presence of a newly formed bruise lining Jungkook’s right eye, releasing an autopilot need to run for a first aid kit and aid his wounds.

Your hand trembled with the need to go over, and make sure he was not injured anywhere else. Flashes of bruised ribs and swollen wrists from previous nights, when he had shown himself in your steps seeking comfort, causing an inner turmoil to care for the man.

Tabi stood up right away and mad her way to his side caressing his face caringly, making you wonder why Jungkook hadn’t run to her instead. Why did he take the path to your place, when she was more than willing to look after him, from what you had witnessed. Jungkook smiled softly at her.

“What happened??” she asked with a slight tone of worry mixed with annoyance in her voice.

“Jb was there, and he made a bet that I couldn’t refuse” Jungkook said smirking.

“You are an idiot” Tabi replied hitting him teasingly on the shoulder.

“Your idiot” Jungkook replied as he slowly lowered his head to meet his lips with hers. Before there could be any contact Yoongi coughed catching Jungkook’s attention and diverting it to your seated figure. Jungkook’s face paled as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Fuck” Jungkook said “Sorry I mean, Hey (Y/N) almost didn’t recognize you there. Nice..umm….hair”

You only nodded in acknowledgement not being able to form a coherent word.

“Hey (Y/N).” Tae said cutting into the awkward conversation “Anyone got a lighter?? Mine is out”

Yoongi took out one from his pocket and tossed it to Tae who was now making his way to the giant circle that was now forming around the table. Jungkook dragged Tabi down with him as his eyes wandered around and landed on you cautiously every once in awhile. You swore you caught a glance with a touch of jealousy as he caught sight of Yoongi’s hand on yours, clearly mistaking the situation.

Yoongi scooted his way to the floor and then caught your gaze questioningly to see what your next step would be. You looked up to take a quick glance at Jungkook’s confused face. Etched curiosity aligned along his subtle scowl. You might’ve not been super emotionally involved with Jungkook, but you had spend enough time together to wordlessly communicate. You knew he was aware of how out of place you felt here, further encouraging you to find a cover up and decide on a potentially drastic choice. You tried to force up a playful smirk and made your way down to sit on Yoongi’s lap shocking him and the rest of the gang. Yoongi adapted to the scenario quite quickly as he let his arm encircle your waist without any sort of interrogation.

“You thirsty??” Hoseok asked, not even waiting for an answer as he passed the strawberry flavored drink to you.

The bong was being passed around the circle as Yoongi explained to you in a whisper how to smoke it, and repeatedly instating the fact that you were by no means being forced to participate in this activity if you were not comfortable with it. Most of your close friends smoked pot, but they had never truly offered you an invitation to engage in the experience, and to be honest it was not something you were willing to go out of your way to try. You knew it wasn’t the healthiest activity, but you were already here, and wanted to get a full taste of Jungkook’s world, if this might be the last time you ever saw him.

When the bong made its way to you, Yoongi helped you hold it, and then he just told you to inhale and hold the hit in for a bit and then let it out.. You followed his instructions and then went into a raging coughing fit, not expecting the feeling of floating to catch up to you this quick.

“Wah Kook, this is some good shit” Yoongi said as he finished his turn after you, not one single cough coming out of his mouth.

3…… maybe 4 drinks and about 5 hits, your half lidded eyes and now relaxed stance made you feel way more at ease around the gang. Jimin and Taehyung were hilarious, Namjoon’s and Jin’s philosophical talk was tripping you out in such an enjoyable way, Hoseok’s smile was even more contagious than before, if that was even possible, and Jungkook and Tabi were cuddling and smooching every once in awhile. Surprisingly, that didn’t bother you, especially when Yoongi’s hand had made it’s way under your shirt distracting you from the fucked up scenario around you, caressing small shapes in your warm skin with his cold fingers, causing a comforting and sexual atmosphere which caused you to unconsciously rub against him in an unexpected promiscuous way, a slight smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Hey (Y/N), is that a piercing on your tongue??” Jimin asked as he licked his pink plump lips.

You attempted to gather enough saliva in your cotton mouth to gul and be able to answer without sounding like a man.

“Yeah, it is” you said with a slight raspy tone to your voice making you internally cringe.

“I have always wanted to make out with someone who had one” he said as his eyes squared right into your mouth.

In any other occasion, you would’ve blushed and felt absolutely flustered, you were not sure if the culprit was the alcohol or pot, but you found yourself turning to meet Yoongi’s eyes asking for permission. Yoongi’s eyebrows rose surprised, but an encouraging smile highlighted his usually cold features, probably high as a kite. You turned to Jungkook who had stopped his make out session just to witness what you would do next.

“Well, let’s unlock that life achievement of yours” you said leaning forward enough to catch his lips, but not enough to get off Yoongi’s lap. Your lips landed on his slowly, giving him enough time to back away if desired. To your surprise he leaned forward biting your bottom lip ,causing a small moan to come out of your mouth, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slowly graze his tongue with yours. Yoongi’s hold on your waist tightened, as you felt something hard on his lap, that had previously not been present, causing you to intensify the kiss with Jimin, as you moved your hand slowly up and down Yoongi’s leg. You broke away from Jimin when you heard a barely audible whimper coming out of Yoongi’s parted lips. You turned your face to capture Yoongi’s lips, and give him a taste of the new metal decoration in your tongue as well. To your surprise Jimin didn’t back away, and instead took this chance to slowly kiss your neck causing a throb to pulsate on your core. Every touch amplified by 10 due to your intoxication level. You were being absorbed into a lustful state, that had sent your mind buzzing into hoeland, but at this point you didn’t give two fucks, you wanted two fucks.

“Wahh, I didn’t subscribe to porn tonight guys, not that I mind or anything” Tae said tearing the moment apart to shreds, and causing the 3 of you to separate as quick as lightning.

The atmosphere in the room turning a bit thick as you took your time to gain your composure back. Namjoon chuckled “That was hot as fuck. I would like to participate in the next round”

Tabi threw a napkin at him “Keep it in your pants, Joon”

Jungkook’s demeanor had become outraged which he tried to cover up with a deep chuckle. One you knew came out of his mouth everytime he came over to your apartment beaten up to a pulp.

You stood up from your seat as your bladder decided it was time to unload what it had retained for way too long.

“Um do ya’ll have a potty I can use??” you asked trying to figure out which way your legs were going to have to lead you towards.

“I’ll take you, I need to go grab the Doritos in the kitchen anyway before these fuckers start complaining they got the munchies” Jungkook said standing up.

You nodded robotically. You knew it was not a good idea for Jungkook to be your guide, but your bladder was not allowing you to be picky.

You followed him out of the garage and to the house next to it. The dim entrance was followed by a hallway. You tried to be as quiet as possible, not really sure if there was any other people present in the location, not wanting to disrupt anyone’s sleep.

“Don’t worry, this is Taehyung’s, Jimin’s, and my place. You don’t have to go all ninja up in here” he said chuckling. He pointed at the door at the end of the hall ”That’s the restroom”.

You hurried your steps, and made your way in, hoping you would make it before your bladder exploded.

When you were finished with business, you were not sure if Jungkook had made his way back already, so you gave yourself the opportunity to wash your hands slowly, enjoying the sensation of the cold water against your skin. For some odd reason, it was highly amusing to see how the water landed against your skin, and how droplets formed in the parts where the water halted to skim through it again.

You opened the door to the restroom only to be pushed in by a body and lips crashing into yours. You were caught a bit off guard, but you immediately recognized the lips that danced to a familiar pattern against yours. Jungkook.

It was alot more rougher than usual, and his hands did not hesitate to undo the button of your pants and pull them down.

“You…..are……mine” he said inbetween kisses.

You shook your head “I am not yours, not when you obviously belong to someone else. I’m not your bitch”

“Oh, but you are” he said turning your around against the sink as he lowered your panties “You are my bitch, who gave you permission to play tongue wars with my two best friends while you are wearing my shirt. You’ve been naughty”

You didn’t respond as he entered you, he did not even check if you were wet enough for him. He slammed into you so hard causing you to let out a loud unexpected moan, only further encouraging him to continue. He swallowed your noises in a deep kiss as he rocked your bodies back and forth. The bathroom growing stuffy by the minute. His hand traveled through the bottom of your shirt grasping onto your breasts as if they were a stress ball.

A voice echoed throughout the house, causing panic within you, but not willing you to stop your actions as you were being fucked out of your wits.

“Kookie??” you both heard Tabi ask on the other side of the door. Jungkook didn’t stop fucking you as he covered your mouth. The doorknob to the restroom started twirling, and in a desperate attempt to prevent the girl from opening it you ripped Jungkook’s hand from your mouth and stuttered “Tabi, I’m….here” you said between gasps “Jungkook went outside I ,,,,,think……I’m having tummy…problems” a small moan coming out at the end of your sentence. You were a bit frightened to be discovered in such a compromising position with Jungkook. His dick slamming into you while his girlfriend called out for him lovingly, wouldn’t make you out to be a good person, but at this point you didn’t care. The effect Jungkook had on you surpassed all the alcohol and pot you had consumed today. Jungkook was your drug, and as Tabi walked away, not really interested in you, you didn’t feel guilty, quite the opposite really. You felt an adrenaline rush so high, that it made you delirious with want. Your body exploding into millions of fireworks as you became undone on Jungkook’s dick. His warm fluid filling you, and claiming you as his own. He slowed his pace as he slipped out, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“I’ll end it with her, just give me some time, please. Just don’t…..you are mine….and only mine” Jungkook said still panting as sweat traveled down his forehead.

You pecked him lightly not answering back to his pleads.

He was right, and he knew it.

There was no doubt about it. You were his…

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Butch: *Everything was dark and I was starting to hear noises around me. The soft sounds of sirens and horns honking fade in and out. A humming noise mixed with vibration told me that I was in a car. Fuck my head was spinning fast, and I swear this fucker had to be going at least a hundred if not more. Shifting to straighten out my legs, finding that I couldn’t really move them. Was I in the trunk of a car? My hazel eyes barely open, but it didn’t help me at all. Darkness was all that I saw. Letting my eyes fall shut as the car starts to slow down. I hear a creaking noise then it begins to move again. Soon the engine cut off and all was quiet. Doing my best to not freak out since there was a lack of oxygen, but I had to have some plan here. He was going to kill me, just like he killed Beth. Hell, she probably was put in this same trunk. Killing her then dumping the body somewhere. My hands shake as they move around on my body. I had no gun, not even an extra blade that I normally hide somewhere on me. Shit. At least my hands and legs weren't tied up. Boy this fucker was stupid as hell. Stiffening as I hear a muffled conversation going on. Fuck, he wasn’t working alone. Alright Butch. You could handle this, and if not at least you can go out fighting strong. My ears twitch as I pick up some of it “The fuck did you bring him here for?” Another one chimes in “Wrath is going to kill you.” Someone else says “We better go get him.” Fuuuuuck. There was multiple guys. What was this? A gang? And who the fuck was this Wrath person that everyone kept talking about. Also what kind of fucked up name is Wrath. Definitely a stupid gang name. I bet one of these fuckers had a face tattoo to match. Maybe a tear drop or two. Snorts then hears everything go silent yet again*

Vishous: //I was swearing like a motherfucker in my head without realizing that I’d spoken a good bit of it out loud.// FUBAR we are fucking FUBAR up in this. Rhage, why the fuck didn’t you just wipe his fucking memory. No calling in with a sitch like this. FUCK! //Tohrment and I were pacing near the trunk of Rhage’s GTO. I’d run the info that big, blonde and dumb had called in; Caldwell Homicide Detective Brian “Butch” O’Neal, badge number 852. His jacket was fucking colorful, I’d give him that; 6 commendations and 9 complaints that IAD had to look into, seemed like cirrhosis and lung cancer were in this jackass’s future. Tohr’s phone buzzed in the pocket of his leathers, I watched as he pulled it out and listened to a fucking loud command from Wrath. The Cop wasn’t to be touched. Get him from the car to old of the subterranean classrooms. It was all we had as a holding cell for the time being. Rhage stepped up and popped the trunk, I sneered down at the sizable male human that was seemingly folded uncomfortably.// If you make a move out of line, I’ll introduce you to pain like you’ve never even imagined.

Butch: *Suddenly it wasn’t so dark. My hand lifts to cover my eyes as I adjust to the fluorescent lighting shining down on me. Soon my hazel eyes lock onto a fucker who looked like he had diamond eyes. It was hard to see them under the...shit, was that a Sox’s cap? Yeah. I would know that B from a mile away. My eyes flicker from the hat to his eyes again. See? I called it. Face tattoo and everything. This was a gang. My eyes narrow* Might as well just kill me now and get it the fuck over with asshole. *Shifting my head to see Mr. Lollipop standing beside him* And you, i’d run far away if I was you. You piece of fucking shit. *Reaching a hand up to rub at the bump on the back of my head* Hell, you should of hit me harder. *I started to gaze at the others that were watching me like a hawk. One had this nasty scar on his face, and I swore when we locked eyes I heard a growl. The other one, eyeing his phone, looked like he belonged in the Army. Then there was one that had long multi-colored hair who honestly didn’t seem as bad as the others. Though he probably was just as fucked up as the rest of them.*

Vishous: //This tool had a smart fucking mouth.// Yea, this ain’t workin’. //My hand curled into a fist and I stalked two steps forward before Tohr snagged my arm and shook his head.// Not gonna happen, V. //A growl ripped through my chest. This fucker was going to end up busted up real quick.// Yea, Tohr whatever you say. //I knew that he was speaking for Wrath, our King, the King of the fucking race said don’t damage the human, no damage would happen. Snagging the back of the guy’s head.// Walk. //My fingers tightened their grip as we as a group marched this asshole down to one of the rooms. With the way that the underground was mapped out, even if he managed to get out of the room he’d be twisted around six ways from fucking sunshine.// Let’s go fucker. //Exerting more pressure.//

Butch: *I watched with narrowed eyes as the fucker with the face tatt practically tugged me out of the trunk by my hair. He then commanded me to walk down some tunnel. Keeping my eyes trained ahead of me as I try to map out a plan in my head. I could run. But that would probably get me killed faster. Then again, was that such a bad idea? Snorting at the idea of me going down at the hands of this band of misfits. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Gritting my teeth as I get shoved into what looked like a classroom of a school* Oh we going to have a lecture today? What’s the subject? *Spitting out onto the floor before Mr. Lollipop maneuvers me into a desk. Leaning back as I eyed the one with the Sox’s cap on. Was he the leader? Nah, he looked like an errand boy. Darting my eyes over to military man. Now there is a leader. Ignoring face tatt and focusing my eyes on him* So, what are ya gonna do? *My accent heavy as I spoke* If yous are planning on killing me, ya better make it happen soon. Ya also better hide my body in a damn good spot. *Hands gripping tightly at the sides of the desk*

Vishous: //Oh this fucker was gonna end up dead if I was given the chance, Wrath and Beth be damned.// Keep talkin’ shit an I’m gonna break your fuckin’ jaw. //What the fuck is wrong with me? I never, well rarely buck against Wrath or Tohr for that matter but something about this fucker had my hackles up.// “V, outside!” //My eyes snapped to Tohr. I knew that look well. It was his -don’t fuck with me or I’ll beat your ass- face. Stepping from the classroom in the PT level of the Manse, I paced like a caged tiger near the door. If my day wasn’t bad enough, enter the King. Despite his issues with his eyes he moved like a cat, sure on his feet. My eyes cut up to his face after the third time that he’d said my name.// Huh? //Wrath frowned, cocked a brow and I knew that I was fucked. “Explain to me why Tohr had to put you in time out like a child? No, better yet, just walk your ass back in, shut up and let the grown ups talk.” Yup...fucked. Doing as the King of the Race bid, I followed him back into the classroom and I had to bite back a snarl at the shit eating grin on the Cop’s face.//

Butch: *Smirks as military man kicks out the one with the tattooed eye. It wasn’t long before he was back with some big booming fucker. Damn. Keep your ground Butch. I could tell by a lot of bowing of the heads that this guy was the true leader. Yep. He shifts forward and before he can speak she appeared. Beth. I tried my best to not let my eyes tear up. She was alive and looking well. Hell she honestly looked better than she did before. Fuck was she taller? I stand hearing growls, but she raises a hand and they all shut up. We embrace, my eyes falling shut to take in her scent. Oh how i’ve missed it. Soon a loud growl, that put all the other growls to shame, chimes in. I lift my head to see the leader moving closer. Beth squeezes me then pulls back to take his hand. “Oh Nallum it’s okay. Please don’t hurt my friend.” My nose wrinkles at the weird pet name that sounded like a foriegn language. They embrace in a more deeper connection then ours, then their lips meet. Of course. She's dating this big fucker. Clenching my jaw slightly, I notice the others stand straighter. It’s like they could sense what I was feeling. Each and every one of them. Blowing out a breath* Relax boys. My friend is okay so i’ll be cool. *I pace a bit then hears Beth “Nallum can I talk to him alone?” There was that word again. Nallum. What the fuck was a Nallum?*

Vishous: //Fuck, it seemed that the trunk troll had been telling the truth, he knew Beth. It was odd to the flash of possessiveness in the Cop’s eyes. The sound of Wrath’s growl echoed off of the walls in the small room. Something had me stepping into his advance, I had no fucking clue why but Wrath’s elbow stopped me short when it connected with my sternum. Watching Butch again, I was curious when I saw hurt briefly show on his face. Wrath snarled. “Out.” It had us all turning a heel to file out into the main room on the PT level so that Beth was able to have tea time with O’Neal. Taking out a small tin, I slipped free a hand rolled Turkish cig and lit up. I was half listening to what was being said until I heard “The Pit.”// What? Roll that back. //I clenched my jaw as I listened to Wrath say “Until we figure out what the fuck is doin’ then O’Neal needs to stay here and I’d rather he didn’t have full access to the Manse, that leaves the Pit.” The king held up a hand. “Slow your roll V, you’ve got a roommate until I say otherwise.” The sound of my teeth grinding was audible but I didn’t argue, I simply nodded.//

Butch: *Beth’s hands move over my arms as she smiles wide. “I can’t believe I'm seeing you again. It makes my heart soar. You were the only family I had. You were my everything Butch.” I take in a breath then whispers* For real though, what the fuck happened? Who are these men and how the hell did you end up here? *Raises a brow as she laughs and I caught sight of something. My hand reaches for her mouth, pushing at her lip to spot two sharp teeth. Whoa. She pulls back and big tall leader was on me like white on rice. His hand was clenched around my throat, squeezing the life out of it. I heard Beth screaming at him and just before I fucking passed out he dropped me. Coughing loudly, my hand reaching up to rub at my throat* Jesus Christ. *He and Beth have a quick hushed conversation before she moves over to me* For the love of all that is holy will you explain to me what the fuck is going on?! *She gives a sheepish smile then flashes two fangs. It was either some prank or this shit was real. Which caused me to sway a bit and before I fell to the ground I took a seat back behind the desk* What…? *Takes in a breath as I watch her hold up her hands. “Okay so I kinda found out that my Father was a vampire and then I turned into one and now I’m basically Queen of the vampires. But it’s no big deal and I’m still me!” I raise a brow like she was crazy then eyes big guy. His fangs were now out and on display* I need a drink…*She laughs “We can get you one.” The leader’s hand clasps around her arm and I hear him say. “He’s gonna stay with Vishous.” She looks out into the hallway at the one with the tattoo. “You treat him nice. You hear me?” I blink* I’m going to what now?

Vishous: //Mock saluting Beth, teeth still grinding until Tohr smacked me up the backside of the head.// Yes, Beth. Well, Cop, it looks like you and me are roomies. Don’t expect turn down service, chick flicks or braiding each other’s hair. Ain’t happenin’. //Standing near the door, I gestured for you to go in front of me.// Let’s go, there’s a game on and if I miss the first pitch I’ll nicely remove your right nut, true.

Butch: *I let out a loud sigh before I rise from the desk. To be honest I wasn’t sure how I felt about all of this. Though it was pretty fucking wicked to see Beth again. Smiling slightly as I watch her embrace the big guy. He really didn’t look like he would hurt her ever and that is all that mattered. Shuffling out into the hall, my ears perk as...Vishous talks about the game. What kind of name was Vishous anyway? Maybe a vampire name. Dear lord. I scrub a hand over my face as I start to walk down the hall. At least I could get some booze and watch the Red Sox’s. What more could you ask for*

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