#keept people away pretty good.

[thevoidofshitposts]

How I became a ghost in the girls bathroom.

 So i normally only tell this story to close friends but its been over a decade now so i think Im safe. Here is roughly reference of the lay out of my old elementary school it was like this from what I remember of it  (Im biologically F)

 SoTo start off our elementary school was parked next to a grave yard, not directly next to the building itself, but the schools soccer field was fenced off so you couldn't enter the grave yard.  So before this happened the school had a unsettling vibe already.

  So when i was in 3rd grade (the start to every shitty child film, much like my shitty life) I was heavily bullied because the teacher said something that sparked evil child retaliation and people started this thing where they acted like i had the plague ( back when people actually avoided that) and avoided me for the most part, except for two girls who used to hunt me down at lunch. So i became familiar with hiding in the bathroom a lot. While i was in there i noticed the hatch behind the toliet area was left open, the lock looked closed but wasn't because the janitor was and idiot and thought kids wont pull the lock. . 

 This area was like a very narrow hallway and it had the boiler and what not in it, and a basket ball that the janitor kept in there for his lunch break (Im guessing). The stage was also connected to this hatch, and was not ever locked because well no one is normally stupid enough to go in there because the area makes a Creepy ass noise. Not me.  Now on this day one of my two bullies were partially cranky because there hell span of a friend was out sick for a few days which meant angry bully. Not fun.  But she didn't see me go in the bathroom at the time of this happening. 

So I simply went into the last stall popped the lock off the service hatch and went inside then i got an idea. I grabbed the basket ball and rolled it out of the hatch across the floor and shut the hatch . The girl got spooked and walked out of the bath room Into the hall spooked a little. Then part be of my child sadistic brain kicked in. I used the other end of the hatch and went behind the curtain and waited for her . Se eventually after scanning the bathroom 50 times went back into the gym. As soon as I heard her coming i put my long dark hair over my face got on all goes and scurried across the stage. She screamed and ran giving me enough time to duck back i to the hatch and leave through the other side, grab the ball and chuck it back inside, and pop the lock back on loosely so it looked locked but wasn't like i had done a million times before.  The thing about this is they had old cameras in the gym i wasn't aware of so they got my on camera but here's the thing. 

Black and white cameras and only set to take pics with movement every few seconds saved me from getting in shit, but made it so much worse. . So the teacher had for evidence if all this other then a crying child was a blurry shadow figure on the stage for one frame then nothing .

While i left the bathroom unnoticed because lunch came I and about ten people used the girls bath room before the adults came running down stairs to investigate. They still haven't figured it out to this day and rumors about the bathroom\stage being haunted are still a thing till this day.  

A lot of girls used the men's room that year and wouldn't go down to the gym alone after that. They still don't apparently according to my second grade teachers bitching when i bumped into her at the super market and jokingly asked. And the funniest part is, There has now been multiple sightings.  

#S.fellowsart #S.fellows shit posts #True story. #So i became a ghost one time #and i also convinced people i could hear dead people from the grave yard. #keept people away pretty good. #I didn't edit this and i Dont care enough to good luck

[dianagj-art]

i love your fem! hiccup art!!! could you talk more about the betrothal au?? (specifically hiccup and asher)

THANK YOU!! And YES!! What haven't I got to say about these two idiots

Basically the two had have a crush on eachother since they were young teens, so like on the first httyd movie events. None said anything. Asher was the one who tried to mave a move later on (aka. The kiss at the end of the movie, the kiss on Snoggletog, and the kiss on one of the riders of Berk/defenders of Berk episode, I don't remember whitch one) but Hiccup never did anything else but blush bc basically she just thought Asher was being cocky. He was not.

As time passed and they grew to be friends, their crushes got kinda forgoten until rtte events. Asher is the first one to relize his feelings, Hiccup is too oblivious to notice her own feelings. And Asher is now trapped in your typical "I don't want to say anything bc it would ruin our friendship" situation, except he does tries a few times pre-events of the fanfic. But Hiccup either gets distracted by a dragon or just Asher's words goes over her head and doesn't get is an actual confession.

For the games, Berkians are going to introduce Dragon Racing to the other tribes atending, and to a new-ish way to play it, where instead of 5 dragons it's 5 teams playing, so it's more riders on the sky, more dangerous, and also more fun. The gang were going to compete, and Asher had already made up his mind to tell Hiccup how he feels and ask her out after they win.

But this never happens, bc since her hand is being "offered" on the games, she is not allowed to play. And she tells her friends she is not going to participate in any game and gives no other explanation. Its not until Stoick anounces that her hand is being played for that they know why she had been acting strange the last few days.

And Asher enters in a panic. A few of other Hooligans apoint themselves for her hand, (from a group that's a few years older than them), they had already been told that the other tribes are bringing their own suitors and my boy Asher raises up to win her hand too. (that's pretty much how the fic starts)

But Hiccup is too mad with the whole situation to notice "huh, maybe those things he had said where we are alone had a deeper meanng to it" or "wait, he likes me?" and instead just thinks that every single person that is going to play for her hand is just an oportunist who wants an status bust. After all, she is the next chief of Berk, and whoever maries her, will get that title too.

And some of them are doind it just for the status it'll give them, but some other are acutally people who like her. But we are not talking about them.

With Asher, things are a little more complicated, and her anger goes stronger. Because he is her friend and how dares him doing this??? To her!!! He knewher feelings to an agranged maridge like this!! All the gang did! And now he's doing one of the things she spites the most!!!

Anyways Hiccup is pissed, Asher thinks he fucked up and she'll be mad with him for life.

Things happen and Hiccup, the other heirs of the tribes, the gang and the rest of the suitors are strandled alone on a broken ship, without dragons, on the Ship Graveyard. All courtesy of Viggo.

As they try to get out of there and have their dragons back, Hiccup finally gets to actually spend time with the suitors and to know them. She realices she was wrong about some of them, and even when the time was short, she got to know A LOT about them.

Then the adults show up, and they gater to make a better plan to get the dragons. Hiccup and Stoick have a talk alone, Hiccup tells him some of the boys aren't actually so bad and spends some time just talking about them, some good things some bad things then…

Hiccup rants about how in the last day he keept her focused on what was important, and supported her on her desitions, but didn't shy away to argue. But when everyone started to see who was in charge (since the other heirs of the other tribes were also there) he stood at her side with no hessitation, even when she was the younger of the heirs and with less training.

And with that is when realization finaly hits her. "It has to be Asher" she tells Stoick and he tries to calm her, bc now she is ranting on how good Asher could be for the "spot" but also bc she starts to realice Asher probably had feelings for her since before. And she gets very insistent on why it has to be him

And the rest is a surprise for when i actually get to write the fic :3

#fem hiccup #fem hiccup au #httyd genderbend #httyd fanart #httyd fanfic #betrothal au #httyd au #hiccup haddock #stoick the vast #asher hofferson #male astrid #astrid hofferson #asks #SORRY IF THERE'S ANY TYPOS OR MISTAKES I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE AT 3 AM #dg asks #dg art #dg fanart #dg comics

[helluvaoneshots666]

Striker overhearing his self-conscious s/o calling herself “ugly” only to prove her how wrong she is? Maybe she had a bad day and doesn’t feel beautiful?

Striker x Self-conscious Reader

Warning: Reader is female.

I'm not sure if you wanted smut so I will put this into separate parts a smut warning will come up.

"Ugly." That was all you could say about yourself, you continued to stare at the mirror and thinked about your horrible day. You remember your friends saying it was one of your ugly days and even if they ment it as a joke, you still took it very seriously. God, you need new friends.

"I'm so fucking ugly.. " you said with tears in your eyes.

"Doll, what seems to be the matter?" Striker said with a worried expression. You couldn't even be bothered to look at him, "darlin, look at me, please?" He said.

You looked up with tears streaming down your face, he rushed over next to you and wrapped an arm around you. "Now tell me, what's wrong?" He asked. Your breath hitched, "look doll, you are anything but ugly. Your so fuckin beautiful." He said kissing you but you pulled away.

You shook your head, "No I'm not beautiful, you don't have to pretend Striker.. " more tears rushed down your face, "darlin, who told you these awful things?" He said.

"My friends.." You said, He shook his head "I been tellin' you they seem like bad people, you just need to ditch em'. " he said looking almost angry.

You still had tears on your face, "Doll want me to prove your not ugly?" You nodded but you didn't know how he was going to.

He started to kiss you and you kissed back, he slipped his tounge in the kiss. He grabbed you and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he laid you down on the bathroom counter. This was turning into a hot make out session.

SMUT WARNING⚠

You could feel him get hard, you tried to undo his pants but he stopped you. "Doll, today your gettin' all the special treatment.~" he said. He took off your shirt and unclipped your bra, you felt shy and covered your breasts. "No need to be shy sweetheart~" He said as he removed your hands from your breasts, you felt him take one of your breasts in your mouth and used his hand on the other. God you loved how good this felt, you let out a relaxed moan.

When he got tried if doing this, he slipped off your pants and panties. Then you felt his tounge take a big lick on your clit, You let a big moan. He then assaulted your clit with his tounge, and Satan he was good with it! You felt a knot form in your stomach, you moans getting louder. You heard striker say "God, your so fuckin beautiful." You felt butterflies in your stomach. You felt your release take over you, you gripped the counter as you came.

You felt Striker lick all of it up, every last drop. He then lifts you up bridal style to your bed room and laid you softly on the bed, you were much confused, he usually slammed you on the bed and fuck your brains out.

You saw him take off his shirt then his pants and boxers, Get, knew fucking you senseless or face down probably wasn't going to make you feel better, so he entered you and went at a slow but oh so good pace. You moaned, this was driving you wild. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as he continued to fuck you blissfully.

He keept going at this slow pace, each thrust driving you more crazy. "So fuckin beautiful moaning on my cock like that.~" he said then he gets closer to your face "you so fuckin pretty doll, and I don't give a fuck about anyone who doesn't see that."

You smiled, but then he started to thrust in your agian and you felt your mind just becoming numb you couldn't even think. You then felt that familiar knot in your stomach. "S-striker!~ fuck I'm close!~" you moaned.

His tail then rubs you clit as he continues to go at the blissful pace. You felt your orgasm wash over you, your walls clentched around striker and you felt him groan as he got close, he went faster because he just couldn't take it anymore as he buried himself in you one last time and came deep inside you.

He was the only one that could see him like this, but it had been a while seeing him lose his smile and his eyes rolling to the back if his head in pleasure.

"Did that prove anything to you?" He asked, you smiled as you cuddled with him, your head on his chest and the blanket that's wrapped over you both.

oh my goodness, I really hope you enjoyed this because I spent 30 whole minutes on it!! 🖤

#helluva boss #striker #hazbin hotel #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #helluvaxhazbin #vivziepop #helluva x reader #striker x reader

[babysizedfics]

A fluffy tidbit for you today, yes? Yes. I subscribe to the HC that since Jan has all those extra arms he is especially good at weaving/crocheting. He also seems the type to show how he feels more through actions than words. So imagine that, in an effort to show that he is supportive of Vee's regression and Ro's age dreaming, he makes the boys things such as soft toys or baby blankets (big boys can have baby blankets too, you are never too old for a blanket, Roman!) 🤍

i forgot about his arms!!!!

EDIT: i decided against having janus with six arms in this au!! he only has two arms!

oh my gosh oh my gosh yes! white heart anon this is v v clever

you are right, janus' love language i think would be giftgiving (and for receiving i think he would say its acts of service but secretly its physical touch) so he very much shows his love with little presents rather than words and !!

oh oh and he will give litte gifts like he got remus a keychain that looked like a rat's tail just because he saw it and thought he would like it and thats his casual way of saying he likes you

but you know you're really In There with his affection when he handmakes something for you!!

i am really soft for the idea that janus is a crafter oh my gosh

here are some things my brain did

it will take him a while to make people stuff!! he is not comfy sharing that much of himself with ppl for a long time

but eventually..

janus knitting molly weasley style jumpers for everyone for the first christmas that he has been accepted as part of the family.. my heart

this works perfectly for the puppet show! i can't elaborate because spoilers shhh

but i can also imagine janus is just so extra and fancy he doesnt make your typical crafts that you would expect him to make like scarves and stuff

okay so basically him and patton have afternoon tea sometimes which im gonna write more about in the sequel to labd

so.. janus crocheting little tea cosies :0 oh my gosh oh my gosh okay okays i nedd to lie down

for those of u who are unaware of what that is

behold. tea cosies:

they keept your teapot cosy!!!!! 🥺

he makes this bee one after finding out how much the boys like winnie the pooh..

so one day he shows up to afternoon tea with this masteriece and patton is of course SO excited and puts it on the teapot straight away

(i know my british is showing here but bear with me)

and as janus had hoped, when roman passes through the dining room he's like :o !!!!!! thats pretty!!! where u get that!!

and janus is rlly shy about wanting to look after the boys actually but this is his sneaky (snakey haha) plan ! and he mentions that he made it and roman is >:O !!!!!!!!! WOW!

then the MASTERPLAN janus offers to teach roman how to do it and they bond together!!! okay

i dont have more to say bc ive just realised i might want to write it so im saving it ahh

and yes imagine he actually knows that vee doesnt like the feel of knit/crochet wool ! so while he crochets roman a blanket with little roses around the edge

he embroiders a fluffy baby blankie for virgil and around the edges are littol bunnies jumping along the hems :((( thats so soft

and vee loves running his fingertips over the embroidery thread and it becomes his favourite comfort blankie!!

#this was v creative and lovely!! #i am in happy mood now!! :D #little/big concepts #nana janus #asks #🤍 anon

[leesalts]

Perfect by Design (0.5)

Genre: Fallen Angel Au, Angst

Warning: Yunho is rude and cold but thats it

Description: There was a new Homeless boy in your neighborhood and you want to know why. Well the Universe gives you a chance to get anwsers when the boy comes to you covered in blood and with weird burns on his back.

Word count: 424

Note: It’s just a beginnig so I made it short. First chapter will be longer tho so don’t worry. So… Let’s try out Tumblr as a writing platform. I only really wrote on wattpad but since they changed a lot on the platform I didn’t feel comfortable staying there. If you find any mistakes please write to me, English is not my first Language so constructive criticism is welcome. 

There was this boy who keept passing under my window every day since a week. Everyday, the same clothes, hair in a mess, eyes without emotion. He looked young, probably twenty one years old? I wondered what happed to him. He’s young, why would he be homeless? Was he actually homeless? Maybe i judged him wrong? I couldn’t just let him wonder around like that could I?… Well I guess i have to try, he could be in danger after all.

 I waited by my window for him to come. It was past noon so he should come any minute now, for someone who didn’t have a watch he was really on time. I sat there for a few minutes untill I saw white puddle of hair coming around the corner.

 I fastly made my way downstairs. I hoped I will make it on time, I’m pretty worried about him. I ran out of my door and looked around, he was walking with people who didin’t seem to see him. „Hey! White Hair!” I screamed after him. He stopped in his tracks and slowly looked around, confused. I ran up to him and carefully pated him in the arm since he was looking the other way.

 „Hey, Hi-” i said when he looked my way, eyebrows furrowed.”-You probably don’t know me. I’m (y/n) and I live here” I pointed at my little apartment.” and I saw you passing by the whole week.” He tilted his head while listening to me” and i noticed you wear the same clothes all the time and you look dirty. Oh no offence of course! You still look good it’s just that i wanted to ask if you’re homless?”His expression went blank at this words” I’m sorry if i seem noisy it’s just that you look young and I think that a person like you still have a chan…”

 „Why would you care?” His low and dead voice interrupted me. I looked at him suprised and opend my mouth to say something,but he started talking again. „Maybe I have nowhere to go but i don’t need a petty human like you to stick their nose in my buisness.” Whitey said and rolled his eyes. I stand there not knowing what to say… I didn’t expect a reaction like that… 

 „W-Well… If you need anything… I live right there in 221B. You can always come by…” I said quaietly. He snorted and walked away even faster then before. I looked at his back as he walked away. …What just happend?

#yunho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #Yunho fallen angel au #leesalts #yunho au

[juminsmysticmc]

Mc likes jokes about suicide but she's not depressed or smth. RFA + Saeran

RFA + Saeran with a Mc who jokes about suicide but isn’t depressed 

Ohh this was quite interesting. Please don’t read it if you’re sensitive also, I don’t have a good humor so please please don’t get angry. Suicide is a sensitive and serious matter and this HC is everything but serious. It’s a fiction so please keep this in mind. I also won’t accept any critism since I warned you. Enjoy.

Jumin 

Your husband was quite concerned after he heard you joking for the first time. 

Your loud and happy laughter made the situation seem rather creepy than funny but with the time your husband realized that you weren’t depressed or had thoughts to kill yourself. 

You just had an odd humor, just like him, who always said lame jokes but managed to make you laugh. 

And both of you made an pretty odd couple! 

The one who couldn’t joke at all and seemed rather cold hearted and the other one who made inappropriate jokes about suicide and death! 

One of Jumin’s favorite jokes about death were when a woman wanted to pass by. You were closing the way and when Jaehee told you, you loudly exclaimed ,,UH! There’s so much space here that the granny could go directly to paradise! She could take me with her too!’’ 

Well, none thought it was funny but Jumin couldn’t stop his laughter for six minutes…. 

(BTW, this joke is by my grandma who indeed said, at a granny with her rollator, Uh! She has so much space that she could go directly to paradise! And I just had to laugh at this XD I’m sorry, I even work with older people but this was just way too savage.)

Zen 

,,Hey Zenny listen babeeee! I have so many funny jokes!’’ you giggled and made him curious. 

,,Tell me, Jagiya!“ he said and waited for you to tell him. 

But he soon turned out very pale. 

,,A young man goes into the library and asks the woman for a book about suicide…..her response ,,Go away! You won’t give it…..back….HAHAH!’’

Well, you laughed so much that you actually didn’t notice that Zeny didn’t think of it that funny like you. 

He kept observing you for more days. 

Your jokes didn’t get better at all, instead you once day looked at the roof and asked him 

,,Zenny do you think that if I would hang there I would get a higher position….?’’ This joke made Zen actually crumble. He asked you, no, begged you to meet someone for your ,,depression’’. 

,,But I’m not depressed. I think it’s quite funny!’’ 

Well, at least you were happy and at some point Zen decided to just accept it. 

Yoosung 

The first time he heard a suicide joke his expression showed pure shock. 

He was scared, he hated the joke.

 The both of you actually began to argue because of it.

,,I’M NOT DEPRESSIVE!’’ you claimed.

,,I DON’T BELIVE YOU! RIKA DIDN’T SEEM DEPRESSIVE TOO AND LOOK WHERE SHE’S NOW!’’ 

,,AT LEAST SHE COULD FLY FOR A FEW SECONDS!’’ you joked around, making Yoosung angry for real. 

Well, it wasn’t your propse to hurt him but you soon had to somehow stop with your jokes since your husband seemed to be deeply hurt. 

But still, your dark humor didn’t disappear totally and sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself. 

Jaehee 

,,You know, Jaehee…’’ you mumbled as you looked at your black coffee.

,,Mhhhh?’’ she asked you, looking up to you with her lovely eyes.

,,Sometimes when I look at my coffee, I get reminded of the meme where the person claims that coffee is his only friend. And the coffee responds with ,,Let’s commit suicide’’ and so the person says that it’s too dark and puts more milk in it. In the end the coffee says ,,let’s contemplate suicide’’ and the person says that it’s better…. HAHAHAH!’’ 

Well, even you could see that Jaehee was shocked. 

As someone who lost her family early jokes about death weren’t that funny but at some point she just got used to it. 

And she was sure that you weren’t depressive or unhappy and this was what counted in her opinion. 

Saeyoung 

He knew it from himself, his jokes were like that when he was depressive, scared and not himself. 

To listen to you making these jokes was quite odd. 

He was really concerned for you but also pretty confused since you seemed to think of it really as funny. 

But he soon noticed that you weren‘t depressive at all. It took him a while to get adjusted to your humor since Saeran wasn’t the happiest. 

But when everything was settled down he could finally enjoy your suicide jokes with you even through a lot of people didn’t like what you were saying…..

Saeran

You helped him and saved him from despair. 

He was no longer in need for the elixir or for his ,,Savior‘s“ words. 

And so when you first joked about how beautiful it must be to jump from the roof and laughed about it, he thought that he brainwashed you. 

That you needed the elixir now because of him, that you got depressive. 

Your jokes got more and more and while you keept joking about it, Saeran asked Jumin for help. 

The day when Saeran wanted to tell you that he found a good therapist for you, you actually confessed that you were happy that he wasn’t with Rika anymore. 

,,You can’t imagine how hard it was to not joke around, especially about Suicide in that place. My humor was in pain…hahah!“ 

Afterwards  he called Jumin and told him to please cancel the date. 

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  06.09.2019// 18:00 MEST

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[fishingforseabass]

Being beautiful doesn't keep a man. Being a good woman barely keeps a man. Nothing keeps a man that doesn't want to be keept. Only time will tell if it's real or just a game. She does fit his type physically, and at this early stage he finds her personality cute. But that gets old fast. Their personalities really don't match but again. We only get what they show.

* I agree beauty only goes a certain distance. The thing with average looking people (unless you’re me then you’re below average) is that since they don’t have the beauty that society wants they’ve had to go all their lives having a top notch personality so they know how to deal after the attraction goes away or “woo” people with their personality o guess?

People who are pretty and have a good personality (don’t talk to me I’m jealous of you) are just blessed and there are always going to be people who have a shitty personality and are ugly.

I feel like the shittier someone’s personality is the uglier they get. And the better someone’s personality is the prettier they get.

Hopefully ale has a decent personality to keep him around for long enough

#submission

[sincerelybubbles]

Wake Up (Damien/Darkiplier)

Overview: Paige Brooks was a simple minded person. She did what she needed and keept her nose out of other people’s business. Of course, it is only self preservation, as she didn’t want others to be poking around her life, her secrets were far to big and dangerous. Yet, she can’t seem to keep to herself when a letter arrives from an old friend, one she thought would never speak to her again, inviting her over for a celebration. Drawn to the idea, she forgets that others from her past will be there as well, and she gets herself tangled into a mess she doesn’t think she can handle. A “Who Killed Markiplier” fanfiction, Damien/ Darkiplier x OC

Warnings: I think fuck is said like once or twice? And obviously all of the things mentioned in wkm, of course.

Word Count: 2k

C H A P T E R •T W O•

Paige:

After a bit I felt calm enough to go inside. Damien held the door open for me and I stepped inside, sending him a thankful smile. 

The poker game seemed to be over, darts the new subject, a keg now in the middle of the room. I sent a worried glance towards Damien. With a smile, he put his hand on my shoulder, then walked past me, voice booming as he made jokes. 

(Y/N) walked up to me and offered me a cup of beer. With a smile I shook my head. "I can't." They sent me a look of confusion. "I'm... Allergic." They sent me a knowing nod while I was kicking myself for the hesitation. (Y/N) strode off, and I couldn't help but admire them. District Attorney, a path in life, a solid future. 

As gracefully as I could I walked over to the game, picking up a dart and flipping it over my knuckles like I had learned to do with a pick years ago. "I'll play winner," I announced and got drunken okays in response. I lifted myself up onto the small table set up with drinks and empty glasses. Picking up a champagne glass, I twirled it in my hands, never one to sit still. William won a bit later, and I lost to him. The games lasted for a while before everyone, sans Markiplier, was drunk around me. 

"How are you holding up?" Damien asked, stumbling to my side, words slurred. I just laughed and shook my head. 

"I'm having fun. And you, my friend, are very drunk." I noted, seeing as he couldn't stand still, slightly swaying. It was weird to see him like this, not elegant and poised, but loose and messy. It was a change I couldn't quite decide if I liked or not. 

"I meant in life. When you talk you seem so sad." His face stretched in an exaggerated frown and his words slurred, "The only time you seem to to be happy is when you're talking about others. And during your concerts, of course. But you don't have many of those. Why don't you?" The words were talking out of his mouth and they looked to be as new to his ears as they were to mine. 

"I didn't know you've been to any of my concerts," I responded, avoiding the questions. 

"I've been to all of them." He said, maybe trying to mumble it, but his drunken state must have mixed quiet and loud, because his voice echoed with the sheer volume of it when he spoke and he seemed sheepish afterwords, "I just didn't tell you, afraid that you wouldn't like it. But, shh, don't tell Paige that. I don't want her to be mad as well." 

"Damien. I'm Paige." I laughed, knowing I couldn't take anything he said in this state to seriously, he didn't know who he was talking to, nonetheless what he was talking about. 

"Oh." His pupils widened in the flashing lights. "I'm going to go get another drink." He said and stumbled over to the keg. I shook my head and watched him clumsily poor himself a cup, spilling quite a bit on the ground. 

(Y/N) stumbled past, also very drunk, and I swept a chair out of their way before they could trip on it. They sent me a sheepish smile before disappearing to the restrooms. I sat on an armchair near the front of the room, feeling as though I was seven again, watching over my drunken father. I shook off the memory, not wanting to go done that path tonight. Those were memories I could visit when I was alone. When I wasn't standing in the middle of a party. 

"Feels like babysitting, watching them while sober, doesn't it?" I heard Mark ask. I whipped my head around to see him standing and twirling around a familiar object in his fingers. 

"Is that my ring?" I asked, feeling for it on my finger. Not finding it I sent him an accusatory glance. 

"Yes. It's a very pretty ring. He gave it to you, didn't he?" Mark nodded his head to Damien doing a keg stand. I smiled lightly at him, he seemed to be having a genuinely good time. I nodded my head yes at his query. "Yes, I thought as such. You left it by the sink in the kitchens. I'm guessing that you helped Chef clean up?" I flushed and mumbled a yes sheepishly. I always felt bad leaving people to clean up by themselves, even if it was their job. Mark tucked my ring into his pocket. "I'll give it to you later, it's dirty." 

"You don't have to cl-" Mark walked away in the middle of my word. Shrugging it off, I went over to Damien who had stood up from the keg by now and was receiving cheers from his friends. 

"Hey Paige!" His voice was too loud, words muddy, joining and breaking at the wrong spots. "Did you see?" He waved to the keg and I nodded with a forced laugh. 

I hated drinking, I hated drunk people, but I never said anything, a habit from my youth that I grew to get used to.

"We're playing cards again." Mark announced. I raised an eyebrow at him. It hardly seemed fair to play against the drunken men and rob them of their money. "You should play Paige. I bet that you can beat them now that their drunk. Maybe." Mark smiled and took a sip out of his glass. I knew it wasn't alcohol, as he couldn't drink, but that was it, the rest was a mystery. "Actually, thinking it through, I have no idea why I said that. You couldn't beat a pig!" I scowled and grabbed his sleeve in an unusual spree of anger. 

"Mark." I whispered harshly, threateningly. He laughed and continues his pokes and prods, leaving the topic of my incompetent poker skills, touching on other things, my "lacker music", and "over emotional tendency's." 

"Really Paige, don't look so mad, it's the truth." I glares at him. "Fine, shall we reminisce on old memories? You haven't seemed to have lost any of your weight, guess we can't call it baby fat an-"

I reached up and tugged his head slightly down by his hair. "I may be related to you, imbecile, but that gives you no right to speak to me like that." I snarled. With a laugh he brought me outside.

"C'mon, let's take a walk." I unwillingly complied, pulled along by my hand. "Have you talked to your father lately?" He asked and I gasped. 

"No." I said curtly.

"Don't be so emotional, it was just a question. It's never been like you to hold a grudge, so what, you had daddy issues. Get over it." I jerked to a stop. Mark had been there with me my whole life, our fathers were brothers. He was never like this. Something was off. Even still, my blood boiled, despite knowing something was wrong with him. 

"You listen to me. I am slow to anger, but you know that I will heat up and blow up in your face. I have done nothing to you, and if you think me going off is fun party entertainment, don't blame me when someone gets hurt. And, if you continue, I guarantee, it will be you that is hurt."

"Can't... worse... am," was all I could hear him mumble under his breath. 

"What?" I asked, releasing my hand from his grasp, my anger released, leaving me feeling remorseful. Something was wrong with him, and all I had done was tell at him. That wasn't right or wise. 

"Nothing. I am sorry, dearest Paige. I was in the wrong here. Let's join the party again." He still wasn't acting like Mark, but he strode away back into the house anyways, leaving me to follow, running a bit to catch up to his longer legs. 

Everyone inside was shit faced. I sighed and lifted my wrist to glance at my watch. 12:42 am. Letting my arm fall to my side, I found Damien in the kitchen stuffing his face while Chef wasn't watching. 

"Damien. I'm going to bed. Practically everyone out there is passed out. You should do the same." I informed him then spun on my heel. I managed to leave the room without him saying a word. I had unconsciously decided that I, in fact, did not like drunk Damien. 

I ascended the stairs, leaving the music, drunken men, and mysteries behind. I found my room, the one I used to sleep in way back when, and pushed the door open. 

I shut the door quickly, then lit the candle sitting by the door, sweeping my eyes across the familiar room. It looked like Mark hadn't changed it a bit. My drawings were still scattered along the walls, drawn with stolen ink from my parents, filled with memories.

The closet still held clothes now too small for me, the drawers of the breau full as well. The sheets were the same, a soft lavender, the pale quilt still worn at the edges from nervous fingers rubbing at it in the dark afraid of childish monsters. 

I set the candle on a small bedside table and sat on the bed, gripping the quilt in my fingers. My fingers hooked between the knitting of the fabric. I pulled it up and up and up into my arms until the only part of the material touching the bed was what I was sitting on, then I stood and pulled that up as well. I sat again, pulling the quilt around my shoulders. I tucked my hands under the fabric and shut my eyes, memories washing over me. 

The quilt was my baby blanket, Mark and I's grandma made one for every child and grandchild she met before she died. Mark had one as well, a soft grey with pale red threaded through here and there. I knew the red would be faded to pink at this point. 

A sob escaped me and I pulled the blanket closer. The last time I was here, I had brought the blanket with me to sleep with. That was years and years ago, and I hadn't thought to snatch the thing as I ran from here. I hadn't time to get anything in that small moment of time. 

I ran

  And ran

      And ran

          Away from my problems, never returning to the mannor, nor my friends. 

I squeezed my eyes closed as tight as possible before opening them. The room was blurry from my tears, the candle light flickered across the furniture, throwing shadows across the room. I stood, letting the blanket fall from my shoulders. 

Someone, presumably the butler, had brought my bag up, the only new thing in this old room of mine. 

I undressed, memories flooding over me:

Mark and Will and I making forts. 

Mark and Will and I making mud pies. 

Mark and Will and Damien and I at my mothers funeral.

Mark and Will and Damien sitting right outside of the door in front of me, begging me to eat. 

Me and Mark, playing as toddlers, the memory fuzzy.

Mark and Will, teasing me.

Me and Will, pulling jokes on Mark. 

Mark and me.

Me and Mark.

Mark and Will.

Will and Mark. 

Me and Will.

Will and me. 

Mark, me and Will. 

And, of course, Damien. 

He was everywhere, just as they were. His childhood essence filling every nook and cranny, just as mine did, as Marks did, as Williams did. The house breathed our childhood and our memories. It thrives on our lives, our tragedies, our laughter. 

I dressed in my pajamas, a white-blue slip that fell to my knees. I took the bobby pins out of my hair, long, wavy locks falling just above my waist. A brush was run through my hair. 

All the while, memories overcame me, my actions purely habit at this point, my mind was elsewhere. My mind was seven, running up and down the stairs to get away from the boys. 

Finished, my mind came to reality. My hands were hot hot hot, like I had stuck them in a fire. My body was gradually following in suit, this time not heating in anger, but in sadness. The heat was slow traveling. 

I sat on my bed and breathed. I didn't let my mind think of anything else, just breathing. In the back of my head I knew I shouldn't be here. I left for good reason last time, and the memories here were overwhelming. 

god you're pathetic

Calm, I folded the blanket, took the pictures down and placed both on the desk. I closed the drawers and closet doors. 

why are you here?

I made my way back over the the bed in a serene trance of calmness, not letting my mind think. I needed to get through this. 

you shouldn't be here

But I am here. 

they don't want you here. 

Mark invited me. 

out of pitty for his awkward cousin

I am here now, that's what matters. 

SWINE! ​​​​​ ​​​​you are not wanted here. They don't want you. But I do... later, later.

I am here, that is okay. 

sleep now, you are okay. 

I am okay. 

shh, go to sleep, we will fix this. 

I am okay. 

sleep.

I am tired. 

it's okay.

I should sleep.

#dark #darkiplier #damien #wkm #who killed markiplier #youtube #markiplier #wkm damien #wkm dark #wkm detective #wkm william #mark

[darrowsrising]

concerning the mustang cassius thing. i have always understood your strategic reasons for the relationship. yet I always found her rather rough. after all, we're talking about getting involved with the man whose family wanted darrow's heart to be served on a tray. the relationship between mustang and darrow always seemed a bit hollow to me after that. I even wished for a little bit that darrow starts something with victra afterwards. although of course I knew that would not happen :(

Well, she did it to protect her family. The threat on them was there of course, but preventing their deaths is harder than it seems. Because, while Octavia is pretty public about what and who she dislikes and wants dead, she's not stupid, just prideful. Killing Nero and his entire court was very hard to prevent, because Octavia played her games pretty wisely. I know Virginia counted on Darrow being there (hence why she summoned the Howlers), but it basically took a village to find out exactly what the bitch was planning and then get away from Luna.

So, on one part, I understand her, although Pierce Brown's decision to not let her thing with Cassius have a result plot-wise left the whole thing sour for me.

On another part, it's not Mustang being rough...well, not with Darrow at least. In Golden Son we have seen how...well, unperfect she can be. She is not this angelic being who always does things right with the right amount of sass to keept it interesting. We see her father's daughter with her mother's soul. She lost so much in her young life - the sister she was looking forward to, her mother and with her whatever was good in her father died too, her twin became colder too and he was scaring too, her elder brother had his brains spraying on cobble stones and after that she was wisked away from her home. At the Institute she has to kill an innocent, this makes every sane person (Darrow too) lose a bit of their soul. And later, she loses Pax.

She's just unwilling to let whatever is left of her family die. And she considers Darrow part of that too. She doesn't want to be alone. So she does whatever it can be done to protect everyone. Anything, right and wrong are no matter, but their survival is.

After the Cassius drama, Darrow and Virginia keep walking in eggshells around each other, never going further than a bit of comfort. But, truth is, it's not that drama that makes them like that. It's the secrets. Darrow has a forbidden love for Virginia. He has seen how much she loves her family, he keeps wondering if she'll ever accept him as a Red, because of that. Because, apart from her family, she only ever did everything in her power to protect him. But he lied to her for so long. And putting her in a position to choosr between her family and him is not easy.

As for the Victra thing:

It's not Darrow pushing away just Mustang or Victra, he's pushing away everyone.

At the end of Golden Son, ehen faced with the choice, Virginia choses Darrow, but she is upset that he lied to her and questions the new world he wants. Which, if you've finished Morning Star, you understand. She was upset, needed time to think about her choice and went to the only people who could comfort her - the Telemanuses. Then, everything goes to shite because of Roque, fuck you, pisshead!

Thing is, Darrow presented himself to be a Peerless Scarred looking for glory only, as he had nothing else in thid world. His family was dead, he had nothing to lose basically. Even when presented with a life of love, family and peace, he rejected it, seemingly because he wanted glory more. Yet, Virginia always saw the pain about every person lost to his wars, the hope when he sang the Song of Persephone. Darrow remained a mystery even to her. So she needed to know if he can build something better, not only destroy. Not for herself of course, but for the future generations.

Most say that Virginia made up her mind at the Triumph, but idk...would she have let Darrow and Ragnar alive in the tunnels if she didn't think Darrow is right? They were a direct threat to her father, I mean...he had to die for the new world to be better, she knew that. Still, she let them live. She chose Darrow, even though she the lies hurt her, because she felt she didn't really know him. Because he was right about the system, it must be destroyed.

Thank you for the ask!

Howl on!

#red rising trilogy #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #reaper #virginia au augustus #mustang #sovereign #lionheart #ask astrea

[ineededthissoicreatedthis]

Never Tear Us Apart

Got this idea to write this imagine after hearing the song Never tear us apart by inxs.

Your bestfriend sat outside in the driveway honking at your house forcing you to get out of the hous and to a party. ‘’Do i have to go?’’ You asked annoyed as you got in the car. ‘’I mean it’s not like i am going to be missed if i dont go’’. ‘’(Y/N) stop complaining you are going to love it! Its a small party of mostly people you know, so what is the problem!? its going to be better then sitting at home.’’ she said With the most sexylurking face, that gave you the chills….. you knew Things was about to happen.

You enter the hous With a smile that said lets get this done and started to make Your way around the hous chatting with People. You made your way to the beer coolers. Making a huge sigh you opened the cooler and grabbed the first can that looked Nice. Turning on your feet you saw that in the corner of the crowded room a guy leaned against the wall with his head bent down. As the friendly person you are you thought that he shouldn’t be standing alone in a room full of people. You grabbed a beer can from the cooler and made you way across the room.

As you approached him, he looked up and it was like a lightning sensation went through you as your eyes locked. He had the most crystal clear blue eyes you hade ever seen. You smiled at him and handed him the beer can and he took it.

‘’Thanks, i mean hello’’ he said with a shyness to him.’’Your welcome! And yes hello’’ you said equally shy. you leand agenst the wall Next to him ‘‘I just… i just thought you might wanted some compeny, you looked a bit lost in the crowed’‘. ‘‘Well yeah this isn’t what i usually do on Saturday nights and by the way I am Jimmy. ‘‘ He gave you a sideways look With a handsome smile to accominate his pretty blue eyes.’’Me neither but i didn’t have anything better to do tonight nor any good excuses to not go, and i am (Y/N.)‘‘ 

He shook his head and let out a small laughter. you thought to Yourself that this guy seemed like a strong silent type of guy, With Good-humour and Sweetness to him.‘’ Well i tried every excuse in the book but Chris woldn‘t let me stay and work all night again’‘ he said a bit jokingly. ‘‘All work and no play makes Jimmy a dull boy‘‘ you tried to make a fun little comparison to The Shinning. Jimmy lit up and said ‘’i don’t think that i have ever been chatted up by a girl with lines form an old horror movie before.’’ You blush and turned Your head away. ‘‘who said anything about me using cheesy pick up lines.’’Both of you ended up laughing. He had such a powerfull laugh that his hole body was moving and you couldn’t stope yourself from taking it all in. 

The two of you ended up talking the night away and you became more and more intrigued with this guy. You ended up learing that he was doing youtube and that he really seemed to enjoy it even tho it keept him up all night working. Suddenly you heard your friend scream Your name in what seemed to be the moste powerfull man growling the hole party ever had heared. ‘’aahh the alter ego of my friends seems to try to summon me’’ as you tried to see if she was trying to make her way out. Jimmy turned to you and said ‘’ before you leave can i add you somewhere?’’ and as he uttered those Words the song never tear us apart started playing. You both locked eyes again and said ‘’ well that was unexpected’’. 

#mrbeast #mr beast #mrbeast imagine #youtube #fanfiction

[sebyuns]

why hiatus ?

hey guys ! so in my hiatus “announcement” post I said I’d make a post about what’s going on in my life and why I’m on the hiatus. so if u wanna know nd care about me or if you’re just nosey please read after the cut !!

okay so I don’t even know where to start lmao ?

I’ve been diagnosed with depression and anxiety disorder about a year ago and it has been building up for years. last year it started to affect my school I’ve always been a pretty good student but due to my disorders I started gettung worse and it got really really hard for me to go to school. I couldn’t bring my self to go to school I would throw up in the morning and just been really bad so I started missing school and end up only going 2-3 days a week. everytime I would go to school I have panic attacks and I left earlier and I just couldn’t keep on doing that anymore so my therapist signed me off school a month before the summer holidays started. but staying home all that time + the summer didn’t help one bit (wow what a surprise) but I keept on telling myself that it’s gonna be fine next school year and that I’ll be able to go to school again buy SIKE I thought lmao !! it’s gotten even worse so I got signed off school again just after 5 days. and that’s where we are right now 1& ½ month later. i literallt havent been to school for MONTH like ive barely been the second half last year then combine the month before summer holidays, summer and the time til now. its the worst i hate it so much because id love to go to school I wanna go to school i just fucking can’t. by this time I know that I won’t be able to go back to school bc this is graduation class and I can’t be missing this much so I’ve got to redo next year or do something else idk

My depression is at its worst point yet. I have multiple breakdowns a day, I’m either feeling too much or nothing at all, literally everysingle thing makes me cry (one of the reasons I can’t be here lmao) suicidal thoughts, sleeping 12 hours day, forgetting to eat at all or only eat sweets, not leaving the house for days if it’s not for the therapist, just lacking human interaction at all. and all of that other jazz .I’m just really not .. great lmao.

as if my disorders weren’t enough I’m also dealing with an alcoholic dad and a (also) depressed and easily aggressive mom. I haven’t seen my dad for over 1 year now even though he lives only 10 mins away and just thinking about him brings me to tears just hope he doesn’t die from his fucking alcohol lmao i live with my mom who’s also mentally not really well that loves to get angry @ me for no reason and then scream at me for hours till I’m literally ready to kill myself one time i passed put out of the result of us arguing the fucking dishes or what. us being together all the time is just super toxic and she’s one of the big reasons that make me worse. I don’t have many friends (that live near me that im really close to all my really good friends live cities away and I don’t have any money to visit them) im alwyas alone lmao when was the last time i meet uo with someone? so I’m literally always stuck at home with my mom in my 9m^2 room.

the only other schedule and human interaction except for the therapist is my dancing group. well guess tf what we’re gonna disband ! amazing right, I know? 2 of our memebers are moving far away and with put them 1. were too little people 2. the room we rented is way to expensive. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without my group and dancing because it was literally one of the only things that are keeping me alive.

I’m in the queue for a mental health clinic at the moment. I’m probably gonna be admitted in about hopefully 3 weeks. I’ll be there for 6-10 weeks so I won’t be able to be on tumblr at all during that time.

ay and that’s not even all of it 🤙! I’m just really tired right now and I don’t think I have the energy to continue writing but I hope you guys have a better understanding of what’s going on with me right now? I doubt that anyone is really gonna read all of this but if u did thank you sm and ily 💕 if u wanna help me keep updated with exo somehow please tag me in stuff or send me asks I’ll check them atleast once a day!

#kts

[jj-lynn21]

VEE Chapter 15

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3 ch 4  ch 5 ch 6 ch 7  ch 8 ch 9 ch 10  ch11 ch 12 CH 13 

ch 14  ch 16

warnings: blood drinking, angst, fluff,

Jen wakes and drapes herself over Bill who is on his side. She kisses his cheek. Then she goes to shower. As she is walking away Bill opens his eyes watching how her body moves. He put his hands clasped behind his head debating if he wants a dirty shower this morning or to start getting the business of the day started. He gets up heading to the shower but stops as his brother knocks. 

Bill grabs a rob from the closet. “Come in brother.”

Eric Walks in, “Where is that sweet smelling Princess to be of yours?”

Bill glares, “Stop it Eric. What are you really here for?”

 “We have a new local Preacher wanting an audience today. I’m pretty sure he thinks he can kill us with some superstitious nonsense. As Prince and soon to be Princess of the palace you and Jen are obligated to be there”. Eric smirks,  “There are others I granted an audience so Jen can pick out who she would like to be her ladies in waiting. They can also serve as Brides maids if she wishes.”

Jen comes out in a robe drying her hair a bit with a towel. She throws her hair back not seeing Eric was there. She was to wrapped up in her thoughts about a wedding to listen to anyone else around. She took Bills advice to block people out. 

Eric studied her as she flipped her hair. He wanted to get her alone to discuss her lineage and perhaps other thing but that could wait for now.  “Good morning Princess. I hope you slept well after that exciting first night here.”

 “I did my King. Thank you.” Jen bowed,.”I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just grab my brush and disappear into the other room.”  

Eric grinned, “No need Princess. I was just leaving. Your Prince will update you on the itinerary of our day. Plus, there is another Ball this evening which will I hope will be a little more normal than last night. But that was a fun change.” He laughs and leaves the room.

Bill snaps his finger and a young girl brings in a bowel of what looks like oranges and two plates she sets up at a table for two in the room. She leaves quickly.

Bill pulled out her chair, “Have a seat my Princess.”

Jen finishes brushing her hair. She sits down.  “Thank you, my Prince. What is this? “

Bill sat down, “You will love it. It’s a blood orange but not like the one’s you can get in this county. These are specially cultivated.”

She takes one and bites into it. Blood drips down her chin from the juicy unique fruit. “This is very delicious.”

Bill leans over to lick the dripple off her chin and licks his lips. “it is very delicious. I’m glad you like it.  Its from home.” He bites into one of his own sucking out all the bloody juice before any can drip.  “Eric has granted an audience to some people this afternoon. We need to attend. Basically, to sit there while he takes care of business but also, he would like you to choose some ladies in waiting. He suggested maybe they could be your bride’s maids.”

Jen frowns, “I was hoping it would be allowable to let my friends come to be my Bride’s maids depending on the date we set.”

 “of course my Princess.” Bill approved. “I don’t see why that would be a problem. I wanted Derick to be my best man so he could drive them here. I’m sure they will have no problem getting a few days off to come here for our wedding and whatever else you girls want to do.”

Jen tries to keept her enthusiasm at bay, “So, you have really been thinking about this wedding? Have you thought about a date? No rush, I’m just curious.”

Bill smiles, “How about Saturday?”

She took a deep breath, “Is that really enough time to plan everything?”

 “It will all be taken care of by the staff and family here.” He informs her. “All you will have to do is show up. Your bride’s maids can come here Thursday evening and stay until Sunday. Just take them shopping with you for a wedding dress and anything else you will need. I will make sure it goes perfectly for you.” 

Jen gets exited, “Its not exactly as I pictured but I don’t think I could ever imagine I’d get married in a castle. I’ll call the girls after I get dressed. Is this afternoon thing formal like the Ball or can we dress normal?”

 “A nice dress is fine.” Bill informs her. “You don’t have to wear the Royal Princess costume until the Ball tonight.”

 “Are the Formal Balls every night?” Jen asked seriously, “I’m concerned we might kill each other indulging like that every night.”

Bill chuckles, “They are not like that every night. We can mingle with guests tonight. Then we will choose two to head back to a room with so we can drink just enough. We don’t have to overindulge every night. But I did love it. Was I to rough with you last night my Princess?”

 “I heal quickly now.”Jen blushed, “I was more afraid I hurt you.”

“Not at all. ”Bill grinned, ”I’ll show you some real pleasurable games in a private room here sometime.”

Jen grinned, “Color me intrigued. I’m going to get dress. Thank you for breakfast.”

Bill gets up and pulls her chair out for her. He kisses her cheek. “I’m heading to the shower. I’ll show you around the casino floor after I get dressed. We have a few hours before we have duties to attend to.”

Jen gets up going to the closet to find something casual, “That sounds like a plan.”

King Eric sits on his throne waiting for Jen and Bill before he grants anyone an audience. He just wants to flaunt his power in from of Jen. His brother was right to say she was different. No one had ever been able to resist what he offered them before especially by pushing him away so forcibly. 

He was not going to get to her the usual ways with his charm or mesmerizing so, he had a gift of sorts for her. He hoped it would paint him in a positive light since his brother obviously warned her of his advances.

 Jen and Bill walked out and sat on their thrones. “Good afternoon my King,” they said in unison.

 “Good afternoon Prince.”  He leaned over Bill and took Jen’s hand and kissed it. “Good afternoon my Princess.”

Jen nodded respectfully. Bill glared at his brother.

Eric grinned, ‘What is the problem brother? I am just greeting the Princess to be respectfully. I would think you would approve of her being treated correctly.”

Bill narrowed his eyes gritting his teeth, “Yes, my King.”

 “Good, now let’s get the business of the day started. ”Eric snapped his fingers, “Send in the Priest. This should be entertaining.”

Father Fredricks walks in the ballroom trying to watch every side of him. He seems jumpy and scared. Eric laughs at him. Jen stifled a laugh thinking it probably isn’t appropriate to laugh at this guy. Bill glares at her. Eric, Bill and Jen look at this Priest as he pulls out a cross and thrusts it towards them.

Father Fredricks ordered, “You will no longer prey on the people here. Be gone from this place Satan’s helpers.”

Eric is really laughing hard now. Jen can’t hold it in any longer and starts laughing hysterically especially since she feels nothing from this cross being thrusted towards them. Bill feels sorry for the Priest not knowing what he is really doing. He knows the Father only has the best interests of his people in mind.

Father Fredricks yells, “I command you…”

Eric holds up his hand, “Stop, enough of this foolishness.” Jen stops laughing as Eric stops seeming very serious. He gets off his throne walking down to the Priest. He circles him liking the way the Priest is squirming. He stands in front of the Priest, easily about to mesmerize him. He holds the Gold cross on himself. 

 “You see, I’m not what you think.” He keeps his eyes on the Priest. “You have no need to fear or interrupt anything that goes on in this Castle. Its just some innocent fun. You will recommend to your people to visit this place. Now you won’t be able to remember this next part or move until I tell you, but you will feel it all.” Eric looks to his Brother and then to Jen.“Princess would you like to join me in a snack?” 

Jen looks to Bill. He waves his hand in annoyance for her to go ahead. She goes down with Eric. Eric smiles when she comes to stand by him in front of the Priest.

Eric whispered, “The Prince doesn’t always agree on how I deal with these situations, but the clergy always taste a little better than most people. I think you will agree.” He holds up the Priest’s wrist to Jen. “Have some my Princess. You should always come first.”

Jen bites into the Priest’s wrists drinking as she listens to his heart beat slow. The Priest screams loudly. He was the best she has tasted yet. He tasted better than the youngest girls at Vee barely out of puberty with fake IDs. She stopped before it was to late. As she licked her lips, she just looked at Eric. She heals the Priest’s wrist. “That is very good my King.”

 “The more innocent the better they taste.” Eric bites the Priest’s neck and drinks as The Priest screams in more pain.” Jen watches with wide eyes. Eric heals the wound and licks up the dripping blood around it. “You will never see the need to return. Now run along back to your church.”  

The Priest runs back towards the exit elevator. Eric takes Jen’s hand and lead her back to Bill. He hands Bill her hand with a grin on his face. Bill is annoyed and a bit frustrated. He always hated these audiences with the public, but this it time seemed even worse since Jen seemed to enjoy herself as much as his brother. Nodding showing no emotion Bill took Jen’s hand. He blocked his thoughts as he usually did during these situations.

Jen took her throne. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and whispered “I wish you would have been able to join us my Prince.”

Bill grumbled, “I’m fine. I’m sure there will be plenty of snacking this afternoon.”

#blood #blood drinking #mind control #royalty #king #prince #princess #short story #writers on tumblr #writer #romance #vee #original story

[hotcocosharing]

Naked Landlord Part 3@Readers’ Choice Series (SMUT)

Readers: hmmpphhh (Mina Aino) Scenario / Situations Greeting Stranger (almost) naked Fandom: KBTBB Character: Soryu Oh, Ryosuke Inui Notes: TRAIN OF SMUT, featuring Inui, Samejima and may or may not include their boss

*misleading title- he isn’t really naked, you are*

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Just as you feel you’re close, a sharp gasp has surprised you. It’s the very man who rents you this apartment, Inui- standing in disbelief with his hands on his mouth and the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“Sorry! Ms. Aino, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The poor guy is too shocked to move, you’ve never had an audience before and he’s awfully cute when he’s embarrassed. Shouldn’t it be the other way round?

Turning around swiftly with Soryu’s warm sheet still underneath your wet core, you sit by the edge of bed and open wide, your fingers teasingly dance around your drenched panties. Your lips curve upwards in a grin as the young fellow gulp nervously, his eyes dart between your face and fingers.

“I don’t think you can just leave the apartment with that bulge?”

His hand jump from his mouth to his pants, it’s a bit too late, isn’t it? By the time he looks back up, your panties are on the floor, your face is flushed; your breathing rapid and shallow. His eyes widen with such desire and amazement, you can’t help but wonder if Mr. Oh would react the same way.

You begin giving Inui a private show, drawing your left hand and pinch your nipple lightly through the cup of your blue lace bra with your dark brown eyes fix on his startled face; he can’t help but shiver in reaction as a moan escapes your lips.

He never would have thought this is how his morning begins but right now, he wants to see more. Somewhere in his mind it occurs to him that this maybe a dream, Soryu Oh could ring any minute to wake him from this sexy wet dream, this is why he’s feeling the most on his tip, right? It’s just a dream. It takes him a moment to step forward then kneeling awkwardly by the bed to stroke his groin and joins you.

“Not fair,” you pout, “Shouldn’t you take them off too?”

You aren’t normally this forward with people you barely know but Inui is really cute and innocent, you love making him blushes. His trembling hand begins to free his member while his other hand rests on your inner thigh. His dick twitches in his hand as he watched your index finger pushing inside your pussy. He pumps faster, licking his lower lip while you push the second and third fingers in, he watches your tight muscles stretch around them with your mouth gasp open and moan out loud. “Ahhhh, faster.”

He obeys like a good boy and picks up his pace, matching your rhythm and speeds on the feed to his own movements. Suddenly you arch your back and clench the bedsheets as wave of ecstasy hits your hard. Liquid spills out soaks Soryu’s bed and floor.

Inui bites his lip so hard, choking back a moan of completion as he spurts his seeds into his own hand. His eyes snap open at the ring from his phone, “Sorry boss!!”

You smile breathlessly as the frightened little boy apologies to Soryu for taking so long, his eyes fix on your breasts, rising up and down and you get off the bed. Walking towards him, lowering yourself in front of him. His voice cracks when his sensitive cock meets with your tongue, he clamps his hand over his mouth to suppress a moan.

“Inui!! What’s taking so long!”

You’d hear Soryu’s stern voice on the other end and to put the boy out of misery, you lick from his tip to the bottom then go back up to clean him thoroughly.

“Ahhhh!!! Sorry sir!! I’ll … I’ll be right down.”

Inui cuts Soryu off before he’d yell at him again, the innocent boy swallows and sheepishly looks at you. “Thank you, mam. That… was .. amazing.” But his eyes soon turn into horror when he looks behind to see the mess he has made.

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean up.” You tilt your head and smile satisfyingly before escorting the boy out the door.

What a blissful morning, you sigh dreamily and wonder if something similar could ever happened between you and your smoking hot landlord before you wipe off all the traces of your naughty acts and head to work.

Your day job at the cafe is pretty easy and straight forward, let’s see how your night job is. It’s a beautiful night at the club, popular, crowded but with class as the most exclusive club in Tokyo. Putting on a black lace eye mask and matching corset, you get on stage and relax yourself in the pulsating lights and throbbing beat of music. Feeling all eyes on you while you get down and pull yourself back up onto the pole before spinning around it, legs slipping up and locking around the pole as you hang upside down to blow kisses out into the cheering crowd.

As your feet hit the ground, you rub your clothed core right up against the pole, throwing your head back in ecstasy and of course exaggerating your reactions. Just then, your eyes meet with a man, he looks rather expressionless but he’s just like the rest- unable to take his eyes off you.

Getting ready for the finale, you pull away from the pole then press your back to it before sinking down, legs bend and spread with your fingers dancing along your inner thighs, pretending to drive yourself over the edge. Paying attention to the song, you wait till the exact moment to buck your hips forward, showing the audience your curve right before you jump on the pole and spin around it one last time for the big finish.

“Hey.” You hear an unfamiliar manly voice and turn to see the man who you lock eyes with.

“Back stage’s off limit, sir.” You smile and tie your hair up, “Do you mind? I need to change.”

He doesn’t move.

“I charge if you want a private show.”

Still no reply, good looking is one thing but you could never stand a boring man.

“How much?”

You burst out laughing, “You’re serious? I was just kidding!” Putting your hands on his shoulders, you begin pushing the uninvited guest out the door, “I don’t sell myself.” His brow frown, “Just because I do erotic dance doesn’t make me a sell every part of me.”

You’re a little annoyed but the young man quickly apologizes, “Sorry, it’s just .. I think.. you are really pretty and … I .. kind of want to watch more.. “

You can’t help but grin at his compliment, it’s been too long since you’ve met a customer who’s not a total creep who thinks he owns you because he’s paid his entry fee. Stepping on tip toe, you kiss his cheek which turns pink in a instant. The young man steps backwards and sits on the dressing table, making his bulge more visible to the both of you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s my first time here…” He quickly stops as if exposing a secret that’s not for him to tell, your eyes darken and close the distance.

“Do you want some help with it then?” He looks up in surprise, eyes with anticipation though. “Free of charge.” You grin and unbuckle his belt, pulling his boxer and trousers off in one go. The good looking man whimpers softly at the touch of yours hands wrap around the bottom of his shaft and lips circling his moist tip, a sharp gasp escapes his mouth as you take him all the way in. What a nice feeling to have such young and energetic fella under your control, to feel his over sensitive cock twitches at your every move.

His hands slide through your hair, brushing it gently before sweeping it to one side. He gazes into your eyes and you wonder if he’s imagining an ex girlfriend, or some girl he admires. The thought of him thinking about someone else have you put in all the effort until his fingers pull you back slightly. His brown eyes sparkles in the dim room with the grin that tugs on his lips, he shyly says, "You're really pretty."

Your hand pump faster, ignoring the compliment and ask, "Are you about to come?"

"M-Mmhm." Another sheepish grin. "Sorry."

“Samejima!!”

Someone bursts in, leaving all three of you in shock but it’s Soryu who breaks the silence. “Ms. Aino?!” Both of you back away and Soryu hides his surprise face within second, “Get out!” You immediately stand up from his serious tone but his wrist grips yours as he eyes the disappointed young man to leave.

As soon as the door shuts, Soryu pushes you up against it and slams his fist to the door. “WHO ARE YOU!?”

“Mina Aino, your tenant!” Your heartbeat speed up as chill creeps through your entire body but meanwhile also nervous at how close he is, damn he is so good looking!!

“WHO SENT YOU?!”

Why is he asking you weired questions?! And why is he so pissed?

“No one!!! What is wrong with you?”

“Why are you after my men?”

“What?” Soryu’s grip lossen at your confusion, “They both work for you?”

Soryu backs away but his eyes are still fixed on you, waiting for a proper answer.

“I.....well...wait, Inui told you?”

Soryu rolls his eyes, “Like he’d keept a secret.”

“Well.. I didn’t plan for it to happen.. wait, what exactly did he tell you?” Luckily, it turns out Inui CAN keep a secret, at least yours safe for now. “I... I was just helping the gentlemen.” You grin, hoping to ligthen the intense mood. “Do you need any help too?” You ask, eyeing between his thighs.

“No.” A small huff of laughter comes out before he replies, “Not interested.”

NOT INTERESTED! Are his eyes open? Does he not see what you’re wearing or what’re doing on stage, mintues ago?

“As long as you are not sent by our rivals, you are free to date or ... PLAY with whoever you want but Ms. Aino.. at least do it in your OWN room.” Soryu says, an annoyed look appear on his face.

Without another word or look, your landlord leave you alone in the room feeling shocked, embarrased and challenged.

#soryu oh #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb smut #soryu smut #readers' choice #Readers Choice #reader choice #reader choice series #Readers’ choice #my fanfic #my smut #kiss by the baddest bidder

[thebachelordiaries]

Getting Out The Campzone: The Bachelorette Season Premiere Recap

Sweet. Sour. Sassy. Classy. 

That’s our girl, Rachel.

Rachel is more beautiful than Cinderella. She smells like pine needles and has a face like sunshine.

The journey for Rachel to find a mate is officially underway and even though these men were hand-picked for her, she will still need to weed through the losers to find the love of her life.

And there are losers galore: a ticklemonster, a Whaboom! guy, an aspiring drummer and a dude named Jamey who hates women.

Some of these aforementioned were among the lucky few to get their own video packages.

-Kenny is a father to his beautiful 10-year-old daughter by day, and a professional wrestler called the “prettyboy pitbull” by night. So essentially, he barks, he bites and he’s good at cuddling.

-Jack Stone is a lawyer from Texas who has the potential to be the world’s most boring speaker right behind Ben Stein. His mother passed away from cancer when he was in high school, so he has a tragic story. The best part about him is that he has a labradoodle.

-Alex is a self-described beefy nerd. He says he likes to hit the weights at the gym but also code on the computer. He grilled some kebobs with his Russian mother, who said in Russian that he is only allowed to kiss Rachel on the cheek.

-Mohit is a startup guy, so I am assuming he must be really good at ping pong. He likes to bollywood dance with his family, and they all seemed like a fun family to be around.

-Lucas, aka Whaboom! I respect his dedication to the brand, but he’s going to have an aneurysm shaking his head that aggressively one day, and I don’t want to witness it on my television screen.

-Blake says he’s a personal trainer but his bio says drummer boy, so I already can’t trust him. Blake claims that since working out increases his testosterone, he is great at sex. I’m sorry but I don’t care about his (probably small) penis.

-Diggy is a nickname this man (I don’t know his real name) received after someone complimented his style. “Hey, I like your digs,” they said. Some may say having 500 pairs of shoes is materialistic, but Carrie Bradshaw would say it’s a lifestyle.

-Josiah probably had the most heartbreaking story. At age seven he cut his dead brother down from the rope he used to hang himself. As a troubled youth, he decided to get into crime and was arrested at age 12 for burglary. He was inspired by the people who helped him turn his life around, so he became just like them. Now he is a prosecuting attorney at the same center that helped him. How can that story not warm up your heart?

The Squad Gets Back Together

Usually the show brings in former Bachelorettes to give advice to the new one. Instead, they brought in some of Rachel’s friends from The Bachelor like Whitney, who tried to convince us that she actually knows how to speak. I for one am not buyin’ it.

The robot pretending to be Whitney said she heard the second guy Rachel met on After The Final Rose has bad intentions. It was either Blake or Greg. I am unsure.

This is Raven adorably getting emotional when discussing Rachel’s journey to find love.

Imagine Rachel did get to meet the former Bachelorettes, though? Her, Andi and Kaitlyn could all go into a corner and talk shit about Nick Viall. I would love to be a fly on that wall.

Limo Entrances

I am going to discuss ones that deserve discussing. Obviously the first person out the limo is typically a big interest of the lead and that person usually (not always) plays a big part in the season. Let’s meet first-out-the-limo guy and everyone else worth talking about:

Peter, aka “Daddy,” was first out the limo. I normally wouldn’t like a guy wearing an outfit that belongs on a waiter in Las Vegas, but Peter can wear anything. I just want to thank him for existing.

He looks like a movie star from the 1940s. Is this love at first sight?

Bryan went up to Rachel and started speaking Spanish. Apparently he’s a Columbian guy who called himself “trouble.” I’m into it, and apparently so is Rachel.

Will came out the limo as Steve Urkel, slipped on the ground and said “Oh, did I do that?” He ran back into the limo and came back out as Stefan Urquelle. It was probably the most creative limo entrance ever. Rachel got the reference right away because she’s Rachel. Will is probably already in love.

Fred had the most hilarious entrance I’ve ever seen. Rachel was his camp counselor 15 years ago, so he brought out a yearbook and showed old pictures of him and Rachel. Rachel said Fred was a bad kid growing up. Most people get friendzoned at some point in their lives. Some even get sexzoned. Fred, however, got campzoned. What will it take to get Fred out of the camp zone? Stay tuned...

Jonathan, in typical ticklemonster fashion, tickled Rachel. Apparently he is a doctor in real life. I feel like tickling someone is some sort of violation. Like I said earlier, we will see this guy on the sex offender registry in due time.

Alex came in with a vacuum and I literally JUST understood his reference as I am typing it out. His entrance was an homage to Rachel dancing while vacuuming in her video package on The Bachelor. Well played, sir, well played.

Matt wore a penguin outfit and was quite adorable. He explained that penguins mate for life, which is what he says he wants to do. He said he’s gonna “waddle right into her heart.”

Mohit used the most basic best man wedding speech in existence as his opening line. If you didn’t work at a wedding hall for three years and haven’t heard this at basically every wedding ever, let me explain. Almost every best man at a wedding has the groom put his hand over his wife’s hand. He then says “This is the last time you will ever have the upper hand in the relationship. Enjoy it.” Negative 10 points for originality.

Lucas, the Whaboom! guy, was all sorts of extra. First he rolled down the window with a megaphone and did his best Bruce Buffer impression. I didn’t want to know that Lucas has one testicle bigger than the other, but now I do. What will I do with this source of information? Suppress it, probably. Lucas then shows us what Whaboom! really means, and it’s not pretty. Let’s just say there’s a reason why Lucas looks like he is recovering from a stoke. Whabooming! is a violent activity.

My reaction after witnessing what a Whaboom! is.

The Goings On In The Mansion

Some worthwhile observations...

Blake is clearly this season’s villain and Whaboom! guy is the token weirdo for the first few episodes. Blake’s presence already annoys me. He’s no Chad. Chad was at least funny.

Mohit took one for the team and was the one who got completely hammered on night one. He was so drunk that he grabbed someone else's drink out of their hand and started drinking it.

Josiah, Alex and DeMario have already developed a friendship. I hereby name them the “Goon Squad” for being a bunch of clowns. DeMario keept calling Rachel his future wife and Josiah was announcing that he probably will get the first impression rose. I believe at one point Josiah asked, “Who has had time with my wife?” Alex is just guilty by association.

Fred by far had the best interaction with Rachel: 

Rachel: “Frederick. I can’t”

Fred: “Yeah, you can.”

Rachel says she knew Fred as a third grader and can’t get past that memory. If the guy is hot enough, I think she could do it. If she can’t get past it, that probably means she’s not interested and Fred will remain forever in the Campzone.

Bryan pulled Rachel to the side to have a private talk. Right out the bat, Bryan tells her he is 37 years old, wants something serious and doesn’t want to waste her time. Oh, he also says “I’m good with my hands.” Ya know, because he’s a chiropractor. 

Just showing some appreciation for Bryan’s face.

The two were flirting back and forth. It felt really genuine like they met at a bar or something. Bryan just went for it and grabbed her face to give her an aggressive face readjustment. A+ for grabbing her face like that. You go, Glen Coco.

Peter said in an ITM that he likes Rachel because they both have a gap in their teeth and honestly that is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. He brought chocolate from Wisconsin for her and she confessed that she didn’t like chocolate but said she would eat it anyway. Why? Because Peter is fine as hell so you gotta do what you gotta do.

I also observed that Kenny is hilarious. For example, this line: “If she chooses Whaboom! guy, we need to re-examine what we think is fly.”

When the time comes for Rachel to give out her first impression rose, she doesn’t give it to the over-confident Josiah, she gives it to Bryan. They kiss again with a hammered Mohit accidentally witnessing the entire thing. 

Here’s a shot of them kissing that didn’t look like Bryan’s tongue was searching for the Chamber of Secrets down Rachel’s throat.

Good thing Mohit was blackout drunk so he was likely physically incapable of snitching. Too bad Bryan later snitches on himself on the Ellen date. 

Rose Ceremony

The first rose is always super important. That person usually plays a big part in the season.

Peter got the first rose. This, on top of him being first out of the limo, is pretty big. Producers are pushing Peter on us hard. 

Will aka Stefan got the second rose. Soft-spoken Jack Stone got the third. I think Anthony, the deep-thinking bald guy, got the fourth rose.

Producers picked Whaboom! guy to stay to 1. entertain us and 2. piss off Blake. I’m just scared Lucas is going to hurt his neck Whabooming! At least Bryan will be there to work his chiropractor magic if need be. Imagine getting adjusted by Bryan? There is no way I’d be able to relax. 

By the time several of the guys get eliminated, it’s daylight outside. It looks like it’s around noon. 

Blake K. the hot asian went home. Apparently he asked to leave early because his grandfather is sick. Dammit, ABC, put him on Paradise. He might be too good for the show, but I still need to see more of him.

Grant, the ugly Dan Humphrey also went home.

Follow me on twitter, @thebachdiaries 

Another eliminated guy cried about how he spent so much money on outfits and now no one will be able to see them. It was kind of funny but, I hate that I was able to relate to this so much.

So there you have it folks. The real fun starts on Monday once the group dates are underway. I also promise the upcoming recaps won’t be the length of a short novel. I need to get back into my blogging groove.

Prediction Corner: Top 5

Peter

Bryan

Kenny

Will

Jack Stone

Who do you think will get the 1-on-1 next week? 

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[marinette-buginette]

Tales of Miss Fortune (Part 4)

Welp, everybody ready for Ladrien? Also, excuse y lack of talent when it comes to fighting scenes descriptions

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Adrien sighed as he typed away some report. Alright, so they got the best wool from the Vucana sheep, the national animal of Chile. No, Peru. Yeah, the national animal of Peru. Wait… why did he write down about the origin of their wool stocks when he was working on a report about the perfume line? Adrien squinted at his screen, obviously looking for a reason why he was being an idiot when someone cleared their throat. Adrien glanced up, to see Marinette giving him a dotting look, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Adrien gulped, making himself small in his chair. One may think he had no reason to be scared of his assistant. Well, those people obviously never met Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Adrien couldn’t even care less she was 30 centimeters shorter than him, she was terrifying. She had a glare that could unleash the apocalypse and he saw her arguing with someone and he was pretty sure that person pissed their pants at the sight of angry Marinette. Also, Adrien saw her running in stilettos without a trouble which only made her more terrifying. Who can run in stilettos without some dark magic going on? So yeah, you could bet your ass Adrien was cowering in fear at the sight of an obviously annoyed Marinette.

“Can… can I help you?” he asked in a small voice, trying to give her his best kitty eyes and somehow soften her.

“All the paperwork you sent to me to forward had mistakes in it. In the last report that is referring to the new shoe collection, you said there should be an increase in cashmere use.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but closed it back just as fast. Honestly, it didn’t seem so far-fetched, given his state lately, but he still had so much to work on. “I’ll be more careful.” he promised only to flinch as Marinette closed the lid of his laptop a little bit too forcefully.

Adrien gulped as she lifted him off the chair by the tie. “Where are we going?” in all honesty, he hoped the answer wasn’t ‘your death’ or something similar. Or… you know, actually, he was going to enough of a young adulthood crisis to enjoy being caressed by the sweet touch of death.

“To the gym.” she said shortly, before dragging him towards the elevator.

Now, you may wonder, why would the headquarters of a fashion empire have a gym. The answer: his father had to be extra™ while working on the plans of the building.They also had a pool, a jacuzzi, and a mini spa.

Well, Marinette was right, exercising did help with stress relief. And stretching his muscles really came as a good distraction from all the work. From both jobs.

“Hey, Adrien.” he turned around to find Marinette leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. “Wanna spar?”

Adrien considered his options for a second before nodding and joining her in the ring. As the sparing began, he couldn’t help but notice that Marinette was having good moves and defensives stances. She probably had some martial arts training, but Adrien still referred to no go full force on her. She might have training, but he was a part-time superhero. It just didn’t seem fair to go to hard on her when there were criminals that he didn’t go hard on because it wasn’t necessary. He moved fastly, trying to give a blow to her left, but in a blink of an eye, he found himself on his back, staring at the ceiling in surprise. Marinette moved forward blocking his view while her hands were holding his shoulder and neck securely.

Her lips curled in a cocky smirk. “Don’t go easy on me, sir.”

“As you wish.” Adrien declared after a couple of seconds.

Getting back on their feet, they began to spar again.

Marinette had the first round in the bag. It started pretty normally, they both focused more on hand to hand combat. Left, block, upper right, dodge, spin and low blow, move out of the way. Adrien was all too familiar with this dance. But honestly, he wanted to kick himself for making such an amateurish move to leave his feet unprotected. Marinette took advantage of that to knock him over. He was about to try to roll her over, when she secured his hands in an almost painful grip above his head while she was squeezing his hips with her thighs.

(Which he was entirely not enjoying, the same way he wasn’t enjoying her position on his crotch. No, sir, he was entirely professional.)

“I win.” Marinette declared in an almost bored tone, as of kicking his ass was a daily occurrence, very much like washing the dishes.

The second round was his. The fighting had been much more intense and it seemed both him and Marinette weren’t pulling their punches anymore. And he came to the conclusion he won’t ever get Marinette angry. She was ridiculously strong, flexible and had great stamina, given the sparing was going intensely for around fifteen minutes. Adrien had half a mind to suggest her to become a superhero. It was by pure luck, he caught her in a less favorable pose. He managed to get her hands in a lock, pulling her back against him, while he keept her hands seized by his side, his feet moving to block hers from kicking him over. They were both breathing heavily and Adrien took a couple of seconds to enjoy the sweet victory. But just when he was about to declare it, Marinette giggled.

“Are you trying to seduce me so you can win?” she teased in a voice that seemed oddly familiar, obviously referring. “Because two can play that game, sir.”

Adrien tried to keep from gasping as she rolled her backside against him. It just crashed on Adrien that they were in an awfully intimate position, her back to his chest, their limbs tangled together and their breaths still heavy. Adrien let go of her fastly, for the sake of saving whatever appearances were left (for whom… he wasn’t sure).

“That doesn’t work on me. You have no idea what I’ve been through.” he muttered darkly. “Round three!” he shouted without noticing the huge smirk playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what he’s been through.

In all honesty, Adrien had absolutely no idea what the hell happened in round three. But somehow he found himself on top of Marinette, his forearm against her throat, keeping her in place. Their chests were heaving against each other and they could feel the other’s ragged breath on their faces. And there was something in Marinette’s eyes, a fire that he couldn’t quite describe. Not that he had time to linger on it, because Marinette took advantage of his stillness to grab his arm and throw him over her head and right on his back. Fucking hell, she was strong! He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he should do next before he felt a pair of strong thighs wrapping around his head and neck. He felt like choking and it wasn’t because of the lack of air. By all means, if he will die, death by being strangled by Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s wonderfully muscled thighs was a fantastic way to go. But that wasn’t his main problem right now. No, his main problem was caused because of his heightened senses caused by the cat miraculous influence. He could smell things people couldn’t. And in that moment he was smelling arousal. And it smelled so sweet it made his mouth almost water. God, he wanted a taste of it. And just when he seemed to be left without any air, Marinette freed him. Not that it helped too much. Not when he was still laying in between her spread legs, not while her bare abs were glistening with sweat and certainly not when here hair was a wild mess, falling in her eyes as she parted those pink lips of hers. Oh, fuck.

“Are you alright? You look positively starved,” she stated, tilting her head almost innocently. “And you are awfully red.”

Adrien gathered himself and got on his feet as fast as possible, turning away from her. “It is because of the workout!” he argued.

He didn’t notice the way Marinette licked her lips, as if she just got some wonderful juice from which she intended to savor every drop.

Adrien hated himself. And his cat tendencies. No, wait. Tomcat tendencies. God, he couldn’t believe that thing crossed his mind. And towards Marinette! Hell knows what she must think of him. Adrien wanted to scream at the thought of losing his only current friend. She didn’t react badly after the whole incident, not even when they went back to the office. The things seemed as they always were. But something still felt off.

And as if it was magic, an alarm from a store began wheezing just then. Nudging his pocket to wake up Plagg, Adrien slipped in an ally. God, a superhero can’t even go grocery shopping without something happening. Just when he was about to call his transformation, a sweet voice interrupted him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Adrien’s eyes were close to bugging out of his head at the sight of her jumping in the alley and walking towards him slowly.

“Miss Fortune.” he gasped.

“Oh, “ she put a hand over her heart. “So you know me.”

Adrien knew her personally, but he was sure the rest of Paris knew how she looked too. He began, to retreat slowly, only for his back to hit the wall.

“Lucky thing, “ she walked slowly towards him. “I know who you are too.”

For a second, he felt his blood run cold at the thought of her knowing his secret identity. But these worries were vanquished a second later when she stated. “You are Adrien Agreste. The model. You are even more handsome up close.”

Adrien was flabbergasted when she began running a hand through his hair, playing with it, before she slid her fingers down, caressing his cheek. She sighed dreamily. “Why do I always fall for the beautiful blondes? It is almost like I have a type.”

Huh, handsome blondes? Who was she talking about?

Coming even closer, she leaned against him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “So Adrien, given my kitten is so adamant about not kissing me, what about you? Would you like a taste of sweetness?”

Adrien gulped, as sh leaned closer, tilting her head. And her lips were really tempting, they had always been, so full and pink and he truly wanted a try. But there was a voice in the back of his mind screaming about morals and how kissing criminals wasn’t a superhero’s business. Looking aside, Adrien shook his head. “I’m not kissing thieves.”

“Oh, “ if he wouldn’t know better he could have sworn she sounded disappointed. Adrien noticed her expression dropped, before regaining her flirty demeanor back fastly. “well, if you ever change your mind… “

She kissed her index finger before tapping his nose with it, while leaning in awfully close and staring at him with those startling blue eyes. “… you just have to call my name, and I’ll make sure you won’t need anything else sweet ever again.”

Turning on her heels, she took a few steps with a swing in her hips. “Until then, au revoir pretty little thing.”

And with that, she threw her yoyo up disappearing in the night and leaving a flabbergasted Adrien Agreste against a wall in the alley.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien x marinette #adrinette #ladybug x adrien #ladrien #tml #my writing #tales of miss fortune

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Chapter 2

Before the end

I could hear music blasting as i walked up the stairs to the apartment my sister was in. A huge party at the end of the world. 2012. I opened the door. The music stopped. My sister didn't stop dancing. But everyone else did. "Huh? why'd you stop?" i stood right behind her. Everyone just stared at me. One of the people pointed at me. My sister turned around. "Kai?!" She dropped her drink. "Mom wants you home, Silver.." She shook her head. "Can't i ever be left alone from them? OH MY GOD THEY KEEP ME FROM DOING ANYTHING! THEY ARE CUNTS!" She ran off to the deck. The music started playing again. I just stood there. She was my adopted sister. Ever since i was little she was there for me. Her hair was the same as mine. Silver..With a touch of black. Everyone around was either drunk, High or having sex. Or all of the above. The dj was blasting some shity song. I looked at silver on the deck. I was 2 years older then her. The end of the world...It can't end like this. I knew it couldn't. She was the only love i ever had. Not in a sexual way..I was pretty sure i didn't want to be with anyone. Forver alone. I just wanted her by my side. Forever. I walked out to the deck. I walked right by her. "Did you really mean that?" I looked at her. she looked up at me. Her hair fell away from her face. "Yes..Mom and Dad have always been jack asses. Never letting us do anything we wanted. But let our older sister do everything she wanted" sister? i don't remember ever having one. Maybe she was so drunk she doesn't know. I just went along with it. "Let's talk about them later..Okay?" she said as she walked to the door. "Why?" I turned around to look at her. She looked at me. Kinda pissed. "I wanna go party before the world ends" She smiled at me. "Give me a hour" She said before running inside. I looked at my phone. 11pm. The world was said to end at 9am. If i could bring her back by 1am...Mom and dad would be happy. Two girls walked out on the deck. I looked up from my phone. They were..Okay..i guess..Not ugly..but not pretty..pretty drunk. I looked back down at my phone. The girls walked over to me. "He's hot" One of them said. The other one nodded. I looked up at them "Hey..I'm..uhh taken.." They both looked at eachother. "We don't fucking care" They started touching my chest. I tried to get away from them. A girl with dark brown hair stood in the doorway. "Ceci..Sasha..Get away from him" she said. the girls walked away pissed. The girl looked at me and smiled. "Name's Criss.." I looked her all over. About 5ft even. haezel eyes..Boobs maybe a B cup.."I'm kai" She laughed. "I already know who you are...Kai" She walked over by me. "One day.." She leaned on the edge of the railing. "You'll know what you mean to your sister.." She looked at me "She'll do great things for you..Save your life..And you will bring her back from the dead" Bring her back? Only Necromancers can do that..I was a summoner. Not even a good one. What could a 16 year old summoner do at the end of the world. "You know...She will save the world too.." Criss looked up at the sky. "The world isn't going to end" She started walking away. "We will meet again" She said before walking inside. Weird girl..Maybe drunk...or something. I shrugged her off. I played on my phone for that hour. Everything i looked at was saying the world was going to end..Our moon was going to crash into our world. 11:55pm. I looked inside. I couldn't see silver. I went back out I looked up at the stars. Maybe i could wish on a star...I wish that..the world wont end..I closed my eyes. "Yo cunt" Silver said as she walked out. I turned around. "Pleas don't call me that" She walked over by me. "Okay bitch" I sighed. "Anyway..Don't you miss the old times we use to share?" She asked. I just shrugged. "Mom and dad always liked you the most.." I said. She looked pissed. "Oh hell no..They loved you..not me" Bullshit..They always loved her since i was just a kid found on the street..A little kid who most likey killed his own family..I was found with blood on me. With my whole family dead. Then i was homeless for 3 years...I was beat by the other kids..Couldn't fend for myself "Uhh..Anyway.." Silver said..I was drifting off. "It was nice...Having you as my brother..Kai.." Fireworks started going off in a parking lot. she looked at the fireworks then looked at me. "Yolo" She grabbed my face then kissed me. My first kiss..Was with my adopted sister. Criss stood in the door way. "Eyy you two lover birds.." Silver looked at her. "What whore?" Criss smiled. "Everyone is getting a room and fucking..Why don't you two?" Silver looked at me and smiled. "Yolo!" She grabbed my hand and took me off to a empty room. She closed the door. and locked it. She quickly took off all but her bra and panties. I just stood at the door in shoock. She grabbed me and threw me on the bed. "Take it off" She said. I just looked at her. She sighed. "First time kai? Thought you did Sarrah.." I shook my head. She started taking my pants off. "Hmm..Since it's the end of the world we don't need a condom.." She looked up at me then laughed. "It's so small.." She just started sucking it. It felt so good. But so wrong.. I grabbed her and threw her on top of me. "ah! hahah!" She just started fucking me. Riding me. It felt so good. But so bad at the same time. I really hoped this was what sex really was. It was like a loli was riding me. She started moaning. Her boobs hung right infront of my face. I looked up at her. then i bit her boob. That loli boob. She started moaning louder. She keept riding me til i came. It felt so good to come inside someone instead of something. She crawled right beside me. "Ah..that was fun Kai..Never fucking you again..." I heard someone right by our door. "Hope? What if she can't save the world?" I got up from the bed Silver tried to grab me to come back to bed. I put my ear up to the wall "She will..I know she will." It was Criss..And some dude.. "Fine..But she has to save..Your son.." Criss sighed. "Ryland.." The other person walked away. And so did Criss. I went to lay back down with silver. Even if the world was ending..That means i still will have died with my sister...

I woke up the next morning..I looked over at my phone..6am. I jumped up. I looked around. Silver wasn't anywhere near. I put on pants then ran out. "Silver?" I saw her laying around a bunch of guys..Cum all over her. I sighed. Is this how the world was going to end? My sister full of cum? Someone tapped on my shoulder. It was that girl from last night...Criss. She handed me a bacelet. "Give that to your sister...She can save the world Kai" I looked at it. "just do it." i looked up at her. But she was already gone. I walked over to silver to put it on her. "Pancakes?" She said. "No..no pancakes" I said. I kept trying to put it on her. "I WANT FUCKING PANCAKES WITH CUM" She yelled. I sighed. I kissed her forhead then pressed the button on it. She turned to dust. "Silver? SILVER?!" i looked around for her. I sighed then walked out to the deck. I texted my mom and Dad "I'm sorry" I looked how far the fall was. maybe 4 stores..I jumped