#mmmm the plot thickens

[rinbowaman]

HHP - Chapter 20 MDNI18+

ooooooh........the plot thickens yall.....

Warnings: MDNI 18+, mentions of murder, smut, torture, sense of kidnapping, abuse of authority in relationship, controlling behavior, manipulation, extreme obsession, deceit, mentioning of serial killer.....mmmm cursings, there are quite a few of flashbacks/time jumps with this chapter, so if you haven't read MGR/MRE and all of HHP (i know i gotta fix the chapters on the masterlist, believe me i've been trying all day and tumblr keeps wanting to relapse me back to home page, but i promise i'll fix it. This chapter is only slightly proofread, so you know what to do if you find a mistake. lol.

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The air was stoic with the immense emptiness that hallowed the dorm room. With Vicky already gone to a new school, you couldn’t help but feel guilty despite her reassurance that this new path was something that she needed in order to get back to her true roots. Still, with how everything had transpired, you still felt a sense of guilt. It was only natural, considering you were now dating her ex-boyfriend, the one she may not have been entirely kind, yet was emotionally still holding on to.

It didn’t appear that Heeseung thought too much into the situation, in fact, you wondered if he had felt the slightest bit of guilt, considering the man was nothing but all smiles and affection ever since you both shared your first night of passion. Ever since, he was inseparable from you.

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“I did it….I finally got her….she’s mine…I’ve been waiting for so long…yearning so hard….waiting for the moment where I can have her all to myself, protect her, love her, cherish her, see more of her, and witness the pain, sadness, happiness, anger, and chaos that lies within her. I can’t wait to see every single inch of her, and memorize the hidden corners of her body, the inner workings of her mind, and the various depths of tone in her voice. Finally…..she’s mine.”

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The moment you both made it official and broke the news to Vicky, It didn't take long for Heeseung to convince you to come back with him to his room, figuring his frat house was way more convenient than your single dorm, which it indeed was. It also didn’t take long for him to pin you against the mattress, floating above you as he positioned himself to take in a full sight of your lying form, hair and all.

‘God damn she’s so beautiful….and she's fucking all mine….’

“What are these?” you chuckled as you laid flat back on the bedspread and saw a pair of glasses on the nightstand.

“My glasses…”

“You wear glasses?”

“I used to….back in high school.”

“You don’t anymore?”

“Nope…got Lasik a while back…”

Hovering atop of you while propping himself up by the stealth of his straight arm, his hand firmly planted next to your head, he remained in a dominant position overhead of you…..gleaming down at you with his black, feasting eyes.

Taking the glasses with his free hand, he puts them on, delicately sliding them upwards along the bridge of his nose with the tip of his finger. Once more, he looks down at you, this time through the clear lenses decorating his face.

Still remaining propped high up above you, paralleled to your frame, he bites down his lower lip as he raises his brows at you with an intrigued and look of desiring amusement, his infamous bedroom stare. Appreciating the eye contact through the handsome stare beneath the framed lens, you felt his free hand slowly travel against your outer thigh, up to your hip, reaching your waist, where he grabs and squeezes the side of it.

Narrowing the widened shape of his eyes, he leans down and kisses you, deeply and passionately, the sound of his tongue dancing with your own, accompanied by the sweet smacking of your lips meeting and clicking against each other filled the room. A sound that was so pleasant…and so new to the area, since he admitted that you were the only woman he had ever brought back to his room. Something that was a big no-no for him, even with Vicky, yet he was so welcoming and open to have you there with him. So much in fact, that each day he issued hints in desiring for you to remain and live with him, something that you took time to consider, but eventually catered to, at the expense of his constant urging expression…not to mention that one night where the decision was sealed for you….

“ You’re not leaving.”

“I have to, all my stuff is in my dorm.” You softly laughed out, taking in his demanding tone lightly.

“So?....I’ll take you early in the morning, besides I don’t want to drive you back just yet. Stay here….”

“Heeseung it will be easier if I-“

With swift movement, you felt him suddenly hovering his large frame over you from behind while you were opening the door, only to feel it gently slam shut beyond your reach as the knob slips out your grasp.

With his hand firmly laid flat on the surface of the wood panel, his free arm snakes around your waist and pulls your backside against his groin. With his face burrowed into your hair, he whispers in his usual dark and deep tone…

“I said stay…….be a good girl and just stay…..”

Breaking the kiss, he takes the glasses off and places them on you. To your surprise, the lenses were non-prescription and merely plastic.

“You replaced the lenses?” you asked as you lifted your hand to slightly adjust the delicate silver frame on your face.

“Yeah. Last year, Jake and I went to a Halloween party, and we decided to go as ourselves in High School. Since my vision is corrected, I replaced the lenses with plastic ones.” He smirks while explaining, once more biting down on his lip as he tilts his chin downward, admiring the view before him. “They look good on you….who would have thought that someone would look better than me in my own glasses.” He chuckles.

“Stop, you’re overexaggerating.” You chuckled back.

“No pretty girl…I’m not….you’re a wonderment.” He speaks softly as he reaches down and gently removes the glasses, placing them back on the nightstand as he simultaneously leans back down to kiss you.

“But if I had to choose….I like you just the way you are right now…..” he spoke against your lips, his eyes extremely narrow as he spoke, glistening with wetness that was neither tears nor the reflection of light…it was something else.

It amazed you…how close you two bonded with one another considering at this point in time, you both had barely began dating, sharing your first night after the frat party just recently. Yet you felt as if you had been with him for much longer considering the fact that there was something about Heeseung you learned and grew accustomed to…a secret that no one else, not even those such as Jake, who had been closest to him throughout his life, knew the details of the one thing you were exposed to….all beginning a night that took place one week after you began dating.

He brought you comfort, joy, and protection, the things that you hadn’t felt at this level, it was so intense. The way he loved and displayed his affection, it was unlike anything you ever felt before, and yet, it was so hard for you to understand or figure just how he could make you feel that way.

It could have been the way he touched you….how he could swiftly move back and forth between rough and gentle. It could have been the way he spoke to you, a low and deep tone that would escalate to a more heightened and softer pitch or go even lower and darker in tone. It could have been the way he stared at you, his eyes would range from a look of peak admiration, filled with light and love that you’ve never seen a man give to a woman….and then there were times where he would peer down at you with a look of desire…lust….a look of thirst and hunger, as if he wanted to devour you but in the most sensual way he could….and he did.

You’ll never forget that night, when he took you back to the farm that you became so fond of, from when he brought you out the morning after your first night together….when your relationship came to life.

You could still remember it as clear as day...

The squeaking of the leather seating in the back, the rocking motion of the car as your bodies grinded and moved in sync, and the sweet sound of skin-to-skin contact with breathless gasps and moans, it was another night of wild and heated passion, where he repeatedly thrusted and you took it all, clenching and helplessly bouncing while he controlled your movements as you supported yourself with your hands firmly grabbing onto his shoulders.

Minutes turned to hours, and there he was once again releasing inside you with his potent essence that melted you from the inside out, causing your body to go limp and weak.

It wasn’t until that moment that you learned of a very peculiar nature about the man in front of you….the man who stared at you with loving eyes, bit his lips out of excitement whenever you made eye contact with him….the man who loved you so much that he punctured his own flesh, his teeth digging into his lip every time he gazed at your face whenever he was reminded that you really did belong to him…and that you being there in his reach was not a dream.

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“Ugh…..mmm……H-Heeseung….”

“Yeah…..you want more? Tell me you want more……there’s nothing more that I want to do than to give it to you a thousand times over….”

“Mmm……ugh!.....I…..I……I w-want….want more….”

Sucking on your neck, you felt his hands drop from your waist as he relaxes his grip and settles them on your hips. His momentum slows down as he retracts from progressing in re-entering inside you…instead he slowly releases your neck as he throws his head back against the head rest. Both of you slightly sweaty from the immense orgasm you both just gifted to one another, yet the moment he was well on his way to initiate it all over again, he stops….

“…..Are you okay?”

“….yeah…just….wanted to take a moment to….calm myself down.” Tightening his grip around your hips, he pulls you in for a small kiss.

“Calm yourself?” you softly inquired between each soft smack of the kiss.

“Mmhmm….”

You pulled slightly back and looked at him with a peculiar look before drifting your vision down to his chest. His shirt sticking to his skin, reflecting the quick flashback of how you both were overwhelmed by desiring each other’s touch, that you hadn’t even bothered fully undressing one another. With your dress wrinkled around your waist, his jeans loose and his shirt slightly rolled up to expose his toned abs, and your hair sticking to your skin as was his, you trailed your fingers down the lining of each muscle definition that was displayed before you. “Calm yourself from what?”

Bringing his face forward, slightly transitioning his sight from a lazy, heavy lidded look to a glare, he speaks in a growling tone…it was a tone of annoyance…frustration….or anger…..was it frustration towards you?....or was it….?

“I rather not…..hurt you….y/n.”

You blinked out of sincere confusion. “……Would you?”

Expressing a look as if he was offended by your defying response, he reaches up and slaps a new grip around your upper arms and pulls you in as he hisses through his teeth.

“Yeah I would….I fucking would…..I want to ruin you….I want to give it to you so badly….give you the stuff nightmares and screams of pleasure are made of…..you have no fucking idea….you pretty…pretty soft thing….” Gritting his teeth, he nearly snarls as he brings your face forward by the grip he had on your arms.

As he widens his eyes, his nose tip touching yours, you saw the glare mold into a malicious, sadistic, and demeaning look….it was the look of a beast, not the man that you were speaking to just a moment ago.

Still….the way he licked his lips…..the way he tried to maintain self-control….the way he gritted his teeth….you’re not sure how…but something told you that ‘love’ was still there….it was a love that was slightly different, but just as everlasting and intense….a darker love….and you wanted to see more of it. You wanted to experience all sides of this man…..just as much he wanted to experience all sides of you.

“……Its okay…..if……if you do….only if you feel like…..if you want to…….I’ll take whatever you have to give.” You couldn’t bear to make eye contact as you spoke, instead you opted to stare at his chest as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. The beads of sweat dripping down from your collarbone and onto your nude breasts felt cold as you found yourself in a state of shock, intrigue, and fear at the feel of his tightening grip.

Scoffing, he bit his lip as he continued to glare at you with that eerie look on his face. “Don’t say anything you will regret…..you have no idea what you’re asking for….yyyyyy/nnnnnnn.” At the mentioning of your name, his fingers dig into your skin, his eyes widening as the sclera expands and takes over the space his iris had occupied, instead, the circle of black coloring shrinks, enhancing that unsettling look in his eye…..it was nearly murderous and demonic.

Yet, you remained true to your heart and gut instinct…despite feeling a level of fear that was equivalent the level of joy and comfort he gave you……it was all so contradicting, and yet you needed to see more…you needed to see all of it….the two sides of love he had in store for you.

“……True…but does that change the fact that I still want to see it?” You slightly spoke back.

Hissing once more, his countenance transitioned, his glare lessened as he developed a look of being seemingly challenged and intrigued. “Oh-ho really now?.......You sure about that?......hmm?....fucking answer me.”

His grip on your waist tightens, he pulls you against his chest harshly with effortless speed and violently harsh, practically enveloping you with his mighty frame.

“Well? Fucking say it if you feel so strongly about it…….I’ll fucking devour you…you have no idea how long I’ve been keeping myself at bay…..hiding…..refraining from scaring people…..from scaring you……but by all means….you want to release the beast…..you want me to show you how I can love?...You want me to make you scream?....To make you beg? Go right on ahead baby…..fucking say it……”

With his strong hand, he grips your neck and forces you to look into his blackened eyes….the first time you saw them matte black, no longer carrying that glistening shine. There was a darkness that casted over his features that made him look more sharp and defined…..his smirk no longer carried the essence of a prince-like grace, instead, it was a devilishly handsome….sadistic and malevolent, crooked smile.

“I…..” you started. He raised a brow as you watched his smile widening…..bearing teeth.

“….weeeeeelllllll??......” he urges. “…..Say it…..”he whispered out.

“I……I want to…..only if you feel like it….” You lean in, tapping your lips against his as you repeat with a delicate, soft and airless whisper….

“…..only if you feel like it…..”

Sealing his lips with a tender kiss, you reach up and caress his cheek, his strong grip around your neck tightens yet remained soft. You’re not sure if he was stunned, shocked, or pleasantly surprised, maybe it was all of the above…either way, he took a moment before he finally started to move and caress your body….at least…. that’s how it started.

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“Ah! Ugh! Oh my G-…..ah! mmmmm!!…”

A cycle of moans, gasps, and screams penetrated through your lips as you felt the uncontrollable tempo of his sexual wrath taking place and pleasantly destroy your body. It was similar to that of the first night, whenever you pushed or tried to create distance, he pulls and seals your bodies together. Only this time….it was much more relentless and intense…..there was more hunger and less restraint…..as if there was a side to him that had created a balance….yet that side was not here this time…..

“No-no…..this is what you asked for riiiiiight?……..Fucking let me eat you….let me feast on your skin……let me tear your body to pieces…..”

“Ugh!Ugh! Ah!” the raging pleasure of his motions overtook your body, it was both painful and euphoric. Thighs shaking, hips gyrating, and your chest heaving, you felt as if he was digging into your soul with the way he fucked you, it was hard, intense, and rough, more so than his usual manner since you’ve started dating, yet it brought you to a peak of euphoria that you had never felt before.

“H-Heeseung ugh! P-please! Oh my God!”

Pausing his motions, he glares at you while holding you by the neck, feeling the blood rushing through as your body catches its breath from his overzealous manner of loving you. Lowly speaking, he suddenly and harshly brings your face closer to his as he licks over your lips, admitting a small bite on your bottom lip before whispering…..

“Wrong…fucking…name……” with a deep and dark chuckle, he commences his movements…..at an excruciating pace.

The loud smacks of your thighs and derriere landing on his lap, the high pitch screams of mercy, the strands that flew all around from the jerked movements you were forced to succumb to as he grabbed, squeezed, lifted, and slammed you in a cycle of up and down, back and forth, and rolling movements…burrowing his length deeper inside you…..exploring new depths that had never been breached before.

“Ah! Ugh!! W-what are you doing to me!? Please!!! Oh my God!!” a lightening jolt of immense pleasure with a sharp sting spreads throughout your body, causing you to experience a sense of paralysis as your body grew too weak, succumbing to any sense of mercy he may….or may not be willing to give.

Biting, nibbling, sucking, and harshly chuckling against your skin, he varied his grip between your waist, hips, and rear cheeks as he created a new momentum and tore you apart in ways that were deemed unimaginable.

“Please!!!”  You screamed as the black tunnel clouded your vision, caving in and narrowing your sight to almost pure darkness. “Oh my God please….ugh! I…I’m gonna cum!!” you screamed as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, pleading for him to allow you….and himself to give in.

“Fuck…!!!” he groans against your skin and finally, he releases.

Fully drenched in sweat, the both of you catch your breath with the pounding of your chest plates tapping each other. His grip does not loosen, yet it wasn’t as harsh like it was during his ravishing display of feasting and dominating your body.

Sitting upright with the little bit of strength you could gather, you took a good look at his face to see that the sinister and malicious countenance remained, staring right back at you.

Breathing hard, his mouth slightly parted, with his head leaned back, he glares under half lidded eyes, but he doesn’t say anything…not a single word. Instead, he continues to catch his breath.

You felt your gaze turned to that of a sympathetic one…something told you that this man has been hiding a side of himself for a long time.

“You…….said ‘wrong name’ earlier…..what…..what am I supposed to call you?....if it’s not Heeseung?”

He continues to glare and breathes deeply, getting a few pumps of oxygen to replenish the air loss in his lungs, he finally speaks in a low and dark voice….

“Ethan….”

Suddenly, his sadistic countenance softens….he still had a look that could kill, yet he didn’t appear as murderous in his gaze. His hands travel upwards to your ribcage, and he gently pulls you in towards him. He was less harsh, and much gentler with his manner in pulling you in. Kissing you on your forehead, he cradles you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, running his fingers through your hair as he tightens his hold around your lower back. Like a child, he embraces you fully, resting his chin atop of your head.

“My beautiful girl…..call me Ethan….”

At that very moment, as you recalled the past scenes of how you met Ethan, you learned bit by bit of who exactly he was, as well as Heeseung. It was strange and interesting, how both were complete opposites and yet displayed so much similarities when it came to the values of their love for you…their desire to protect you, to shelter you, and to give you warmth, in their own unique way.  

The next morning, Heeseung refrained from immediately addressing the case of his alter ego, simply stating that it was a side of him that was much darker and deeper, but still loved me just as much as he did, in his own unique way.

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“Ever heard of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?”

“…Yes…..”

“Just think of it like that……Ethan is a side of me that I’ve hid and had to keep secret….he’s the maniacal side of me…..a very dark persona…..but that doesn’t deter him from loving you…from wanting to protect you.” Walking you back up to a wall, he pins you to the surface as he cups your face and dives in to you. He was still in his Heeseung state, yet he had a sliver of darkness casted over his face, as if he was going to transition, yet he remained true to the gentler side of his Dr. Jekyll face.

With a kiss on your lips, he gently pulls away and whispers….

“Just promise me you’ll love the both of us….don’t ever be afraid of Ethan….even though sometimes I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you…..he loves you in a way that Lions love flesh….sometimes he might not be able to control himself….but promise me you’ll never stop loving him…or me….always be a good girl….and love us….just like we love you.”

Nodding, you reassured Heeseung with a gentle smile. “I promise….”

"I'm tired......of all these people.....wanting to hurt you.....first Gabe....then Samuel.....Tiff....Scott......that man we saw at the theater.....why can't people just leave you alone?.....Why can't everyone just leave my pretty baby alone?" a look of sadness quickly took over the angry expression as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. Yet still, despite the sudden change in his countenance, there was something off putting about his demeanor and attitude.

"I just.....I want to take you away....that's all I want....I want us to be away from everything else....where I know you'll always be safe.....I can be nice about it.....or I can be forceful.....it all depends on how you want it y/n.....because one way or another....I'm taking you. I rather you be willing though.....so....please say yes.....tell me you'll let me keep you all to myself.....and let me take you away......I graduate in a few months....let me start everything and let me hide you away from this ugly world.......let me take you away! Say yes! Say it…..SAY IT.”

“O-okay….yes….take me away…..take me away Ethan.” You forced a soft smile, wanting to appease his desperate tone. The sudden dark chuckle that emitted from his mouth caught you off guard, and you furrowed your brows as you looked at him for an explanation.

“W-what is it? Why are you laughing like that?”

Not immediately answering, instead, you watched as Ethan displayed his usual behavior of biting his lower lip, slurping the saliva as his eyes smile at you through a widened glare. You’ve seen this expression before, yet there was something much different about the way he was issuing it….why was he laughing so darkly towards you?

“…..Ethan?” you softly spoke out, faintly smiling for reassurance.

“Heheheheheh…..wrong name….y/n.”

HIS PERSPECTIVE

Nearly five months have passed. You finished college and finally got your degree, yet you were already moving at a fast pace well before you graduated, because the moment she said ‘yes…take me away’, you became far too elated to save any bit of planning for the last minute.

To your surprise, she didn’t struggle, object, or put up much of a fight, yet you suspect that the confusion and shock hit her so hard that she remained stale in her emotions and movements. Not that you were complaining, this was for the better…..for her….and for yourself. How nice it was to finally be at peace and happiness, to have her all to yourself….in this new beautiful home….taking her with you whenever you went into work, knowing where she her location was at all times…assured that she was always safe, away and out of sight from the ugly world. Not to mention….she was finally….entirely all yours….ALL…..YOURS…..AND YOURS ONLY.

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“Let’s go pretty baby…..we got a plane to catch.”

“W-wait no! I….I haven’t said goodbye to-“

“You can call them when we land. Let’s go.”

“P- please…..”

“Come on pretty baby…..let me take you away…..let me do it nicely….unless you want me to be a bit forceful with it? Hmm?....you really don’t have a choice…..so just be nice…and let me take you…..let me keep you…..COME HERE.”

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Of course, it was abrupt and rather sudden, with you plucking her away from the environment she was used to, forcing her to enroll in online classes so suddenly, packing, and picking up everything in preparations for the move, and flying out the moment you were handed your degree. Yet it wasn’t as if you didn’t tell her…..you did. A long time ago when you initially brought up the question and asked her if she would come with you. You even warned her….that you were going to take her away…..it’s not like you were doing everything behind her back. This was something you had made evident from the very start, and was quite open about it when you asked if she would come with you…..something you were prepared to take matters into your own hands should say ‘no’…..but in your favor….she said ‘yes’ instead. How fortunate and less tedious for you.

Unlike with Vicky and the others, you cared less if they had wanted to follow you or not. You always thought that at some point, should they fall out of your good graces, which they all eventually did, you would find a suitable partner to become your wife later on. You never once thought that someone in this world existed with such inner and outer beauty, a tender voice, and wondrous personality, one that drove you to the point of insanity. You never truly felt that you would have had a fighting chance in Hell in gaining her affection since her loyalty wouldn’t permit her from breaking away from Samuel at the time. Yet you were fully prepared to get her at all costs…..but fate worked in your favor once more when she received that email….that one thing that broke her….and of course you were there to pick her back up….you had been waiting and observing her with eagle eyes. How would she have reacted if she knew….that the moment you saw her at the party that night…..you broke….you finally decided that you would plan….sabotage…..manipulate every aspect of reality so you could have her….How would she have reacted?

If Samuel hadn’t ended up revealing his true and unjust nature just in time, and broke her heart that very night….ceasing you to carry out your delicate plans in separating her from everything in the world so you could be the only one in her life to bring forth comfort.....How would she have reacted if she were to ever found out the changes that occurred with in you the moment you saw her that night? What went through your mind…..as you watched her standing there, next to the open bar at the party…..back when you were still yearning and loving her from a distance...up until the end of it...when both your lives changed at the commencing of your blossoming bond that took place much later in that same evening....

Walking in casually, watching as everyone clearing your path, rendering such obedience and courtesy as you walked past the large frenzy of dancing fools, you speared the way, looking for the bar. The one thing you needed at this very moment was a drink…..you’ve been through the most emotional turmoil and pain that you never knew existed, all due to missing and yearning for your girlfriend’s…well…your ex-girlfriends roommate…..

It had been weeks since you last saw y/n, all due to the fact that you started to distance yourself from Vicky, trying to find a different avenue of approach in gaining a way to spend time with y/n…but also….how to appeal and expose her to the truth of her obviously unfaithful boyfriend, Samuel. It frustrated you…the way she was still holding on…acting so blindly unaware, for the sake of loyalty and her dignity as a woman….a respectable woman. It was all something you both, loved and grew frustrated over. Why couldn’t she just break it off with him so you could be with her?

‘I want her….I want her so badly….I’m going insane…..I can’t stop thinking about her….I can’t stop imagining her……I need her…..’

Pausing midway, you take out your phone from the inner pocket of your blazer jacket and text Jake of his whereabouts. After hitting ‘send’, you raise your face once more and continue to walk in a stoic manner.

The guys all admired while the girls swooned, as usual.

You didn’t dress up often, but whenever the occasion called for it, you knew how to make yourself look presentable. Of course, a casual range of attire was preferable, but there was no harm in dressing up occasionally as long as you could still maintain a sense of comfort. Piercing through the opening path the crowd had cleared for you, the whispers of their esteem regard and adoration buzzed through your ears.  

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“Oh my God that’s Ethan Lee….my God he looks so fine.”

“Girl I heard he stopped talking to his girlfriend…you know? The pretty one….Vicky.”

“No shit???”

“Yeah, she was talking to some of her friends on how he stopped returning her calls and texts and apparently they hadn’t even seen each other for weeks now….this might be your chance.”

“Oh my gosh I wish….he looks so cold though.”

“Girl of course he does….that’s Ethan….”

“Bro….Ethan Lee is here. Move out of the way, you don’t want to be in that man’s way.”

“Who is Ethan? Dude that guy is tall as fuck…..look how gigantic he is compared to everyone else.”

“Yea man…and don’t let his slender frame fool you…man’s got a body harder than a rock. He does so much physical training for like..sports, dance, and even rugby….don’t ever cross paths with him unless you’re in his circle of friends.”

“Ethan looks handsome like always but I love his outfit…my gosh….he looks so sexy in black.”

“The blazer, the fitted tee….the skinny jeans…..the combat style boots and that black hat…oh my God let me just have one night with him….”

“I don’t recall if I’ve ever seen Ethan without his hat….you can never see his eyes.”

“Might be a good thing….I heard that the dude looks pretty damn scary without it. But the girls say he looks handsome too…so I guess it really depends on how he wants to look at you.”

“Move out of the way! Ethan is coming….”

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‘Hmph…..fucking idiots. Whatever….just let me get a drink and drown out my soul…..’

Turning the corner of the corridor, you enter the wide-open kitchen, where the island displayed various bottles of liquor and beer.

‘Yup…. let’s go. Get it all out of your system, big guy.’

Delicately grabbing the bottle closest to you, while the other snagged a red solo cup from the stack nearby, you gently poured yourself a drink. You hadn’t realized that under the dim lighting, the one thing causing you such despair was standing a few feet away across the island. It wasn’t until you tilted your head back, sipping on the hard taste of pure liquor that you saw her through the narrow opening of your eye…..looking at you…

‘Oh my God…she’s here….she actually came….Vicky must have made her come out…God fucking dammit she’s so damn beautiful…..she’s wearing black….a little black dress….holy fuck her body…I can see her curves….she’s….her hair is down….she really is a goddess…..her eyes….her lips….fuck….is she wearing a different shade of lipstick? Its darker…it’s much bolder than usual…it’s a different shade of red….its like the color of….blood….and is that…..is she wearing a choker?......My God…how do I get this girl for keeps? How do I fucking get her and make her mine? I need her….I…I ….fuck…I’m losing it.’

You watched with wide eyes as you lowered your cup….you could feel that you were staring at her with peak amusement and a sickening glare. You felt the stretch in the corners of your lids the more you remained observant of her motions as she gently waves at you…smiling….softly laughing with that sweet…..sweet look in her eye.

Calming your nerves as you walk up to her, you subtly cleared your throat just before you presented yourself in front of her.

“Y/n, how have you been?”

“I’m doing good, how have you been?”

‘Fuck…there she goes again…she’s smiling at me…..she’s so gentle and soft and looking at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes….why?…how?....How……?.....Y/n…..don’t do this to me girl…..don’t do anything else…..I’m….I’m reaching a breaking point……don’t make me do it…..don’t make me into the monster that I’m about an inch away from becoming……God dammit…you’re a fucking wonderment……’

She didn’t do anything…she didn’t need to….in fact….she didn’t have to try….she didn’t have to go out of her way to bring out the demons…..

By just being herself….by simply moving as she slightly tilted her head and gazed at you with that sweet fucking smile of joy in seeing you again…..you watched as the fate of wonder and magic occurred when a piece of her front hair became stuck on her face, the ends edged into the very outer corner of her mouth from when she sipped on her drink……she looked so carefree….so alluring…..beautiful…..just everything a man could wish for in a woman…..

You couldn’t contain yourself. There was an urge within you to find any reason whatsoever to touch her, even though she looked so beautiful with that piece of hair delicately draping across her cheek…..you wanted to touch both it and her skin.

The sense of desire within you caught your breath….you couldn’t respond to her…..not right away at least. With a faint gulp, one that she did not notice, you reached up and gently caressed her soft skin as your thumb moved the strands away….it felt like silk while her skin felt like soft chiffon……you even took it a step further by tucking the strands around another longer piece of hair that framed her face, to keep it in place. She didn’t seem to mind….or maybe, she was too shocked or star-stunned to say anything….because her eyes looked at you with a sense of wideness and curiosity that you just wanted to break and cradle at the same time. That was the moment when you knew….

‘…..That’s it…..I can’t anymore…..y/n……you’re mine. You belong to me…..its all your fault……you’re going to figure that out later on. For now, let’s make it happen baby….’

It took everything within you to refrain from displaying the eerie smile you felt creeping along the corner’s of your mouth as you suppressed the urge to plaster it before her. Because at that moment, you began planning….you began to create ideas and methods to take her away….to keep her and make her yours.

‘…First….we’ll get rid of boyfriend…..he’s no good anyhow. Second, get you ready to come far away with me……we’ll get you to do all your classes online…maybe even enroll you to a different school…..you’ll come with me…..I’ll start building you a house….I’ll make it beautiful but also….barricaded….its going to take some time for you to get used to the new surroundings….but in the meantime…we’ll make sure your pretty little self doesn’t escape through any window or door….no house already established is going to do….I’ll start from scratch and have one built….just for you…..it will be pretty…..it will have everything you need….everything you want…..along with everything I want…which is simply you of course.’

All throughout the night, you developed more into your plans and began to focus on how and when you should act. You started to research and find Samuel’s social media accounts, meticulously gaining the details surrounding his location, school, and his friends….you knew from the way he had been delaying in his communication with her that he was up to no good….one man to another, it wasn’t hard to see the signs of infidelity, yet you didn’t mind, it made your job easier, for now all you had to do was expose him…and with your connections and corrupt nature you were now developing, that wasn’t going to be hard to do at all.

‘Lets see…….who do I know that goes to the same university as good ol’ boy Sammy? Hmm?’

“Hey Heeseung!”

You turned around and saw Jake approaching you from behind. Jake, along with six other members of your inner circle were the only ones you could tolerate and build a bond with since you all grew up together, especially Jake. He was more like a brother than anything else, while the others you considered as family similar to that of cousins. With Jay, Sunghoon, and Sunoo going to an out of state college, Niki and Jungwon still finishing high school, it was a rare but joyful occurrence to see them. At least you got to see Jungwon from time to time since he was participating in the Ace program that allowed him to complete his high school requirements while attending a few college courses at the university you attended.

Watching as your best friend walks up, behind him he had trailing a young woman, she was small and dainty in appearance, dressed in Lolita sense of fashion, yet it was altered to reflect a more matured level in its appearance as displayed by the exposure of skin and cleavage. Hopefully this one was good and not at all like all Jake’s previous girlfriends…

………

“Ethan….dont tell Jake but….I really want to fuck you….you’re so hot.”

“I hear you fuck girls left and right…..do you want to try me? I wont tell Jake.”

“Ethan….please…please don’t tell Jake….but I think I might have a crush on you……what should we do about it?”

……..

Nothing…..do absolutely nothing about it.

‘Fucking whores.’

You couldn’t count how many girls, whether they were dating your friends or not, would come around, expressing their hard lust and desire for you. It was as if a new girl would come around each day, running after you to express their fondness.

If they were single, you may or may not have dabbled in and got yourself some relief from the frustrations of dealing with Vicky’s infidelity, or the others before her. But for the ones that were attempting to meddle with the trust and sanctity of your friendship with Jake…..your cruelty in exposing them knew of no boundaries or limitations.

………

“Fuck off. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I have a distaste for backstabbers like you.”

“B-but…can we just-“

“I said FUCK OFF….I mean it…..or do I need to SHOW you that I mean it?”

………..

Each one of them would formulate a look of fear as they ran off. Of course, you would expose the truth to Jake, and watch as he would ditch one girl like the last, only to find a new one to fall in love all over again….

You used to wonder…why Jake was so eager to find love….why he was so eager to the point that he was gathering girls by the numbers that outreached the digits you collected yourself. With Vicky being number seven, Jake was sure to be on number fifteen…or maybe it was even higher. You lost count. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore….probably because you now understand what he was looking for….yet he still hadn’t seem to find it….not that you knew of…but you sure as Hell did….

‘Y/n…..’

“Heeseung, this is my girlfriend I told you about, H/N.”

You looked down at the tiny girl, remarking the look of fear she had plastered all over her face. It was something you were used to, and just like all the other times, you stood there, crossing your arms as you impatiently waited for the girl to greet you. Yet she remained hidden behind Jake’s body.

Turning your gaze from the girl over to Jake, you watched as your best friend nervously chuckled and turned to reassure the girl that you weren’t as scary as you had appeared to be.

How strange…for even Vicky and all of your other girlfriends in the past, had all developed a similar sense of fear when initially meeting you. All of them……except one…..y/n….

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I know who you are! You’re the pretty girl that everyone talks about, we have the same anthropology class and I never was able to say ‘hi’ because I was always too shy but-…….whoa……you’re even…..super pretty up close……like…..really….pretty….”

Watching as Jake’s girlfriend swoons and gawks over y/n….your y/n….. you rested your back against the counter as your crossed arms tightened into the fabric of your blazer. You shift your face to look at the floor as your cap covered every detail of your face, taking advantage, you released that smile that you refrained from displaying earlier. You saw a glimpse of it from the corner of your eye, how Y/n took notice of your mannerism, which had only made you smile even wider as you let out your deep chuckle, furthering the downward tilt of your chin so she couldn’t see much more than she had already witnessed…..

HER PERSPECTIVE – MGR, Chapter 8.

Ethan leaned back slightly to rest against the counter behind him, crossing his arms and tucking in his chin. Despite how the angle of his hat covered his entire face when he dipped it down, you saw a tiny glimpse in the showing of teeth as he gave out a small chuckle. He nodded his head, looking as if he felt Emily’s reaction was warranted, before bringing his head back upright, licking his lips and peering his gaze off to the side. You hear the girls calling to you, bidding you to come over to them. You excused yourself and gave a friendly so-long gesture to the boys as you walked over to the group.

Watching her migrating over to the group of girls, those of Vicky’s posse, you sighed out as you calmed yourself internally.

‘Soon…..soon pretty baby…’

Throughout the night, you zoned out and locked yourself up internally as you ran through every minute detail in your plans to get y/n. Yet the moment you caught the view of Gabe and his friend harassing her, you felt a rage of violent emotion take over like never before. It was no news to anyone of how protective you were with Vicky and your previous girlfriends, at least you were before finding out of their lewd behaviors behind your back. Still, no one could deny that you had a possessive streak, and depending on if they were worthy of it or not, it would come out. Yet when it came to y/n…. your beautiful girl….it was no question that the level of possessiveness you developed was that of fierce danger to anyone who made her feel or look uncomfortable.

There she stood, so pretty…so sensual…alluring…beautiful….sexy…just…everything you wanted and desired….and there he was with his hands touching her. You watched as she displayed hesitancy and backed away, trying to create distance without causing a scene, all because of Vicky’s connection with that idiot.

Y/n may be too gentle and concerned over her relationship with Vicky, and opting to do her best to avoid tension or add any strain between herself and your ex-girlfriend….but for you, you could give two fucks. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were still dating Vik, the moment you saw that boy put his filthy hands on y/n, who was clearly and obviously displaying discomfort, not at all wanting the physical contact, it was left without question.

Like clockwork, your body moved, and you found yourself strutting in a fierce manner, increasing speed, rage, intensity, and chaos as you felt the extension of your hand lunging forward in a snapping motion. The things you have learned from years of sports, dancing, anaerobic and aerobic exercise, you applied the teachings of your great mentor to utilize the same force that was merely gained for sportsmanship and dance, yet here you are using it against bone and flesh….and you loved every single second of it knowing that she was now safe.

But your joy fell apart quickly as you watched her, she was clearly overwhelmed by the harassment, and she took her leave.

‘Oh my poor baby….he really made you feel so uncomfortable….I promise that will never happen again…..I’m here….I’ll be here forever.’

She was fast in her departure, and you were hesitant in chasing after her as you were finding yourself reaching heightened levels of insanity for this girl throughout the night. After a few moments of basking in the house, with the lack of her presence, you found yourself moving again.

‘Fuck….did I go to far? Did I scare her? Or did she leave because of the discomfort of that idiot? What do I do? I need to be more careful if I’m going to make this all work…..do I start with my plans tonight? Will I have to be more forceful now? ’

You quickly exited the frat house, pulling out your keys as you looked around to see if you could catch sight of her. But a sense of sadness and emptiness hits you once you found that she was nowhere in sight.

Remaining stagnant, another twenty minutes or so went by before you started up your car and made your way back to your room, when the memorized image of Y/n’s face in discomfort flashed in your memory, and the need to console her was too pungent for you to ignore. So, you drove past your frat house, and made your way to the dorms, knowing full well she'd be there.

‘Fuck! I should have gone straight after her….’

Once you had parked your car, you were hesitant to move. Instead, you remained seated and continued to observe the lot, occasionally looking up to the upper end of the building, observing the window to her room. It remained dark, with no sign of life. You contemplated on whether she even came back to her room or not, but a feeling deep inside your brain told you that she was in there. Taking one last glance at her window, you took your keys and got out of the car.

Entering the dorm was the most depressing feeling you’ve felt in your life, as you walked over towards Vicky’s side of the room just to observe from afar, studying the side belonging to the one that you wanted to be with.

The light coming from her phone casted a cone of brightness that blocked the view of her face, you walked over and took in a hazy view of her, appearing to be asleep.

Initially, you picked up the phone to shut off the screen, when the face of it snagged your attention as the verbiage of an email outlined the end of the one thing she had solely been keeping alive. Even though you had a gut feeling based on his inactivity, it still was shocking that he was willing to let go of something otherworldly such as her…..and yet….you were happy….

‘This is…..’

Realizing that she was in pain that you could only imagine, the prospect of viewing her as someone who is free for your pursuance did not come into mind, not at all. Instead, you took a moment and looked down at her lying form as her phone remained in your hand.

The shape of her body was transcendental, the smooth and delicate curves from her hips, waistline, and her breasts contrasted from her surroundings. The crease of her cleavage cradled lightly by the natural rest of her arms as she lay on her side with a very faint curve of the fetal position. The length of her hair lay draped all around her enhanced her despair as you could assume by the placement, that she threw herself on the bed as she cried, evident by the wet streams that decorated her face. For the first time, you saw Y/n broken.

You read the contents of the email, not giving any second thought that it was a total invasion of her privacy, it didn’t matter. Now that she was in the state of abysmal pain, you intended to fix it, to fix her.

‘I…..she’s here….free for me to take now….that saves me a lot of trouble…..is fate on my side with this? Everything is just becoming too easy for me to get her…almost as if my thoughts are all being answered in my favor…..I don’t have to deal with Samuel…..i don’t have to do anything…..except just take her…..I can……take her….right now….’

Looking down at her, you kept her phone in your hand as you observed her form. You could tell she wanted to refrain from having all forms of communication, which was more than enough reason for her to lay with eyes shut, yet clearly not asleep.

Your eyes remained glued to her as the phone screen illuminates your face. With your sights remained gazing on her miraculous form, you shut off the phone and placed it back on the nightstand.

‘Let me fix you…. pretty thing….I’m here now…..we don’t have to go through the trouble of the initial plan…..all I have to worry about now….is fixing you….taking care of you….and loving you….so let me do it.’

And you did. It was something unreal but the most memorable event in your life.

It had seemed like it all had happened just yesterday...yet to your everlasting amazement, the events and occurrences that ultimately brought you to the state of happiness had happened nearly one full year ago.....one year since you met and fell in love with her....

It wasn’t up until recently, when you found out after looking through her phone that you saw the self-text she sent…..reflecting her love for you all along, since the moment she had met and bonded with you, before the events of the frat party.

‘We were truly meant to be together….she and I….’

Pondering and reflecting the flashbacks on memory lane, a ding from your phone interrupts the flow of your mind.

Checking on who texted you, you saw it was from Jake. He sent you a link to an article regarding the ‘Campus Killer’, it would so appear the authorities finally found him….dead beyond recognition.

“Breaking news! Serial rapist and murderer known as ‘Campus Killer’ remains found nearby central city.

Authorities were alerted of scattered remains, believed to be that of the serial killer that had preyed and murdered more than twenty female college students attending *your college name*. Police have stated that the body was horribly disfigured and mutilated and was scattered throughout various regions of the city. Authorities couldn’t immediately identify through plain sight on who the remains belonged to, yet it was thanks to dental records that they were able to clearly ascertain that the body parts belonged to that of the deceased, whose identity is none other than J. Dahmer, the man who had earned the notorious reputation of being the Campus Killer. Police are urging for everyone to remain alert and continue to remain inside the safety of their own homes as they exhaust all efforts into investigating into this matter and finding out just who, was responsible for the murder of the serial killer that plagued the city.”

……………

Another ding comes in, you smirked as you read Jake’s second message.

Reading Jake’s text, that same eerie smile made it’s re-appearance on your face. You felt it. For not only did you have y/n here, safe and sound, but you managed to get rid of that nuisance of a man that had crossed the line.

Could anyone blame you for taking her away? After the series of harmful events that took place against her…..what would have happened had you not been there each time? What if you hadn’t been there the night at the movie theater, when that man had his sights set on her…as his next target…his next victim. She didn’t even notice until you both took your seats in front of the wide screen, she was far too oblivious with her surroundings…too careless. It didn’t make you feel comfortable enough to just have her in emotionally and mentally, you needed to have her by your side…permanently.

Initially, you merely took notice of his presence, but the moment you recalled of the reporting’s concerning a drifting serial killer… one that had constantly dawned a brown, camping jacket and was constantly seen lingering around the surrounding area, preying on young female college students, you knew….you had a feeling the moment you helped y/n get out of the car and walked across the parking lot….that it was him who was studying her from the side of the massive parking lot.

There was no way…..

The moment you saw that man trailing behind, following and eyeing her as you both entered the theater, there was no possible way you could ever let that go. That man…how dare he? How dare he even think about hurting her?  How dare he look at y/n…..and thought of doing such terrible and unspeakable things to her body…..how dare he even wonder how she would look and sound like at the brink of ultimate fear….while he tortures her…..and mutilates her body like he did with all his previous victims ….HOW DARE HE?

‘….Him?.....He has the audacity to look at the one and only thing that is meaningful to me….the only thing that is worth all of the high Heaven’s, right down to the lowest parts of the Earth….he had the nerve….to look at her….and yearned to take her away from me?....I knew what he was thinking….I knew the images that was going through his mind when he saw her……and it’s bringing out the worst in me……he wanted to hurt her….make her scream….tear her flesh…cut her bones…..and take her last breath….all for the sake of his sick and twisted pleasure of seeing how she would react while he cuts her up and use whatever tools of torture to stain her blood with…..I refuse to let him…or anyone else get away with even just the thought of hurting her…. someone like him…with what he was planning on doing…does not deserve to live….or to dream of her…’

So, you made sure of it…. leaving not even a single bit of evidence behind…and paying off a multitude of authorities using a middle man, all of which would allow you to remain untraceable and to prevail while that man you murdered remains left behind; all leads falling to an unsolved case, which will be forever hidden and forgotten about. After all…..whose going to care about a dead serial killer?.....Despite the fact that it required the mind of a killer to eradicate another, as far as you and the world were concerned, you were a hero.

But not to her…..

Not knowing of the troubles that had surrounded her…..of what you did for her out of love, she only sees the flaws of your extreme nature…..your nature of wanting to keep her safe and forever well.

HER PERSPECTIVE -

Five months ago....

“W-what is it? Why are you…..Ethan?”

“Heheheheheh…..wrong name….y/n.”

‘……What?.....What does he mean?.......his face….he’s….he’s Ethan but…..but how?...Why?....I don’t……I don’t understand……what’s happening?....Why is he leaning in….why is he smiling at me like that if he’s not…..if he’s not Ethan….then….who is he?”

“….I ….I don’t understand…” you forced a soft smile…yet it reeked of fear and confusion as you gazed directly into his eyes with your glistening and saddened ones. “……W-what do you mean?......Ethan?.......if you’re not….but you look….you are him….your face… you are Ethan….aren’t you?” your voice piques with the utmost sincerity and hope as you desperately wished for him to nod and reassure you that he was Ethan, that maybe he was trying to play a harmless prank on you.

Yet, to your deepest fear, you watched as he displayed a closed mouth smirk and gently shook his head while his eyes displayed that usual sadistic glare…..his Ethan glare…

“….if you’re not Ethan….then…..who are you?....please tell me that….you are him…..you’re scaring me…. I feel like when you say that you’re not…why do I feel like I don’t know you?” you felt the tears beginning to build up in your eyes as you expressed hopeful mercy in the tone of your voice.

Leaning in, he kisses you deeply…..passionately…..it was both soft and rough…it was both Heeseung and Ethan….

With that insane eerie countenance you were so used to seeing…..that demeaning force in his aura, and that same look of malice and eerie display of affection that was none other than what you had known to be as Ethan, he softly speaks against your lips. His words caused your heart to skip a beat as the state of your nearly to full nude body remains plastered against his broad frame by his hold on you. With a tightened embrace, he smirks mischievously as he chuckles out….

“You know me……you do……don’t be scared….it’s me….it’s Heeeeeeeeeseuuuuuuung….pretty baby.”

................

"Y/n......."

"...That voice....Eden? Is that you? Whats going on? I'm so confused...and scared....what's happening? What is Ethan talking about?....He's Heeseung?.....what...then who is Ethan? Who was he all this time?"

"Y/n......"

"Yes?"

"..........run."

Authors note: weeeeellll..llol I promise yall it gets good...and better. lol. I'll see yall in chapter 21 ;)

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Kaleidoscope of Death, Ch. 109

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Novel Updates

Chapter 109: Opening Restrictions

When the two left the bathroom, they headed straight back to the living room and found Xiao Ji, who'd gotten the stethoscope out of the chest the day before.

Yesterday Xiao Ji had opened three chests all in one breath. He was fortunate to not have immediately died. One chest had an item for the humans to use, one had a skill for Hako Onna, and one had been empty.

When Lin Qiushi and Ruan Nanzhu found Xiao Ji, Wei Xiude was sitting beside him.

Ruan Nanzhu explained the situation, indicating that the stethoscope could distinguish whether or not the Hako Onna was inside a chest. If they opened the chest after using it, then the risk would be greatly diminished.

Wei Xiude didn't say anything after, but Xiao Ji shot to attention.

"Really? This stethoscope's really that useful? Then we've hit the jackpot, we can just listen our way through."

"There must be a usage limit on this item," Ruan Nanzhu said. "You can go try it on a chest first."

After listening to their conversation, Wei Xiude still didn't speak up, acting as if he was just a bystander. Though he seemed harmless, nobody who made it to their tenth door was easy pickings—everybody was quite clear on this. Plus, all the newbies he'd brought along was telling.

Xiao Ji put on the stethoscope and picked out a random chest in the living room. Putting the stethoscope to the wooden exterior, he gave it a long listen before turning around and saying, "there's no sound inside."

"Try opening it," Ruan Nanzhu said.

"Why don't you do it?" Xiao Ji said. "I'm a bit scared."

He said he was scared, but there wasn't a single touch of fright on his face. Clearly, he just didn't want to shoulder the risk of opening the chest.

Ruan Nanzhu's lips curved up.

"Sure, I can do it, but if I open up an item, who gets to keep it?"

Xiao Ji said, "me, of course. I'm the one who picked this chest."

Ruan Nanzhu, lazily, "as if. I take all the risks and you keep all the benefits?"

Xiao Ji thought about it, and seemed to find Ruan Nanzhu's words logical. He got ready to open the chest himself, but Ruan Nanzhu suddenly thought of something.

"Wait. I want to give the chest a listen."

"Hm?" Xiao Ji was a bit thrown.

Ruan Nanzhu first pressed himself to the chest and listened for a while. And then he waved Lin Qiushi and Liang Miye over. The three listened around the chest for another bit of time, until Ruan Nanzhu finally got up and gave Xiao Ji a wave.

"Okay, open it."

At least Xiao Ji was brave. Among the newbies who'd entered, he wasn't in a bad condition, nor did he show any signs of pending emotional breakdown. After rubbing his palms together, he took hold of the lid of the chest and gave it a hefty lift—

The chest opened with a click, revealing the empty bottom. There was nothing inside.

"Empty." Xiao Ji was disappointed that they hadn't opened up any useful items.

"Come here for a second," Ruan Nanzhu said. "Come with me to the bathroom."

"Ah." Xiao Ji eyed Ruan Nanzhu up and down. "That's…not gonna work, right?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "I said come to the bathroom, not use it. Let's go."

Xiao Ji laughed and followed Ruan Nanzhu to the bathroom.

Lin Qiushi followed and very quickly understood what Ruan Nanzhu wanted to do. He saw Ruan Nanzhu bring Xiao Ji to a certain stall and point at the chest inside.

"Listen to that with your stethoscope."

This chest was the one that used False Answers just now to trick Lin Qiushi into opening it. If there were restrictions on the Hako Onna's motions, then she couldn't have left this chest in such a short amount of time. From the difference between these two chests, they had a lot of information to gain: first was what sounds came out of a chest with the Hako Onna inside, and second was the usage limit for the stethoscope.

Xiao Ji took out the stethoscope and, just like before, pressed the listening end to the wooden chest. Moments later, his expression changed and he swore a low, oh fuck.

"Heard something?" Ruan Nanzhu asked.

"Yes," Xiao Ji said. "There's a kid crying inside…"

He quickly stowed the stethoscope away, clearly unwilling to listen to more.

Ruan Nanzhu approached the chest and gave it a few pats, saying, "seems like she really is inside. If we find any key items, we can actually give them a try."

They had yet to find any items that could be used against the Hako Onna, however.

"Your stethoscope can be used at least twice. If you get a chance tomorrow, you can try using it a third time," Ruan Nanzhu said. "It's a really good item, congratulations."

"Hah, no need for that, I just got lucky," Xiao Ji replied off-handedly.

Wei Xiude had been standing quietly at the side this whole time. It was only now that he smiled and chimed in, "that's right, Xiao Ji's always been lucky. I would never have wanted to help him pass the doors otherwise."

"Thanks, Wei-ge," Xiao Ji answered with his own smile.

Though he was thanking Wei Xiude, there wasn't actually that much gratitude in his eyes. It seemed he wasn't an idiot either. After all, even though they were newbies, the group was at least of average intellect. They had parsed the fact that Wei Xiude had conscripted them as cannon fodder. It was just that they were less lucky this time around, and were encountering a door world beyond the average.

After confirming the stethoscope's usability, Ruan Nanzhu said he wanted to check out the second floor again next, so Xiao Ji and Wei Xiude left.

When they were gone, however, Ruan Nanzhu was still in no hurry to leave the bathroom. He approached the chest again, bending down and pressing his head to it to listen. Then he beckoned Lin Qiushi over.

"What is it?" Lin Qiushi asked.

"You try it," Ruan Nanzhu said. "Who knows if the stethoscope actually has special powers, or if it's just an amplifier. If it's only an amplifier…"

He paused, peeked at Lin Qiushi, and grinned.

"Then don't we have an even better one right here?"

Lin Qiushi laughed. "It can't just be an amplifier, right? Or I could just hear it all, what would the items be for?"

As he spoke, he too pressed his ear to the wooden chest—but the moment he made contact, he really did hear a soft sound…which, upon careful listen, sounded like a young girl crying.

The change in Lin Qiushi's expression gave Ruan Nanzhu his answer.

"What? You really can hear it?"

"I hear it." Lin Qiushi's eyes were wide. "…I really do hear it."

He checked again and again that this wasn't his imagination. He really could hear the sound from inside the chest.

"Fuck, this has gotta be cheating." Liang Miye had also heard their conversation from off to the side. "Then Linlin can tell what's in all the chests?"

"No," Ruan Nanzhu said. "There's a use limit on the stethoscope, so there might be one on Lin Qiushi too. It's still best to be careful. But at least…we have two tries per day."

Lin Qiushi left the chest. He asked, "can we tell when Hakobito are inside?"

"Probably yes, though we don't know what they'll concretely sound like yet," Ruan Nanzhu said. "With Qiushi, our safety factor's much, much higher."

Being sitting ducks was no longer a concern.

Lin Qiushi was quite impressed with Ruan Nanzhu. Who else would've thought to have him try this?

Once they had this confirmation, they headed for the second floor. When they got there though they heard hubbub from the study, as if there were a lot of people crowded inside.

Ruan Nanzhu went to the study to look. He saw some people crouched in front of the strongbox with their heads down, doing something.

"Are they trying passcodes?" Liang Miye asked. "Can that work?"

If they were bent on trying, of course they could do it. There were ten thousand possible combinations—if they counted two seconds per try, ten thousand tries was twenty thousand seconds, which in hours, came out to about five or so. They could get it done in an afternoon.

This was even the worst case scenario; under normal circumstances it would be faster, because it was basically impossible that it would take them the first try all the way to the last.

Ruan Nanzhu spoke slowly, "in their dreams."

The doors would never give them such a big loophole to worm their way through.

He called to the people in the study, "stop that. There's no way there's such an obvious loophole inside the doors."

"How do you know it won't work? Besides, it's pretty standard to try the safe access codes." The people in the crowd thought differently from Ruan Nanzhu. They continued, "and we've been at this for so long already…"

Lin Qiushi was about to take a step forward and get a better look inside the study. Ruan Nanzhu, however, pulled him to a stop.

"Don't go in."

"Why not?" Lin Qiushi asked.

Ruan Nanzhu, "bad feeling."

Practically the moment he finished saying this, there came a holler from inside the safe: "It's open!"

"What??" Liang Miye was stunned. "It opened, just like that? No way, right?"

Ruan Nanzhu's brow furrowed.

Though it seemed highly incredible, they both heard a click and saw the safe open from where they stood outside the door.

The people inside, upon seeing the safe open, even tossed taunting looks at Ruan Nanzhu over their shoulders, as if saying Look, didn't we get it open after all?

"Let's see what's inside."

The person testing the passcodes rubbed his palms together in excitement before pulling open the strongbox door. However, upon seeing what was inside, his expression instantly turned into one of pure terror. With a scream he made to run—but a moment later, a pair of thin, white arms reached out of that safe and caught him in a death grip. In an instant, they'd dragged him inside that small strongbox.

"Aaaaaah—"

The man being pulled in let out a single, dreadful scream before disappearing before everybody's eyes.

What had just been an energetic atmosphere in the study froze instantly, as if a block of ice.

Ruan Nanzhu approached the safe and gave the door a tug. He wasn't surprised at all to find that it had locked once again.

But coming from inside were horrible wails for help. They were coming from the person who'd just been dragged in.

"Help, help me, help me, please please you have to help me…"

As the despairing screams emanated out from within, everybody in the study was turning and running.

The number of Hakobito in the house now was up to three. The situation was getting steadily worse.

Frowning, Ruan Nanzhu said, "this is precisely why I don't like newbies."

Had it been veterans challenging the strongbox just now, they'd likely have stopped the moment he said something… No, veterans would never even have taunted the door's authority to such a degree, and done something like trying to force the safe open.

"Yeah, they've got no sense of deference, and each thinks they're the main character here," Liang Miye sighed, shaking her head. "They keep thinking they'll be the lucky ones, when in reality, they're just bystanders and cannon fodder."

The man dragged into the safe was still wailing. It was spine-chilling to hear.

Due to this incident, by the time Ruan Nanzhu had returned to the foyer the entire house was pretty quiet. The veterans were checking every corner of the mansion, and the newbies were huddled up and trembling like sheep in the living room. Some were even sobbing. Lin Qiushi spotted a man in his thirties inside the group…He seemed like he was reaching the end of his rope as well.

"Let's eat first," Ruan Nanzhu said. There was no point in comforting them at a time like this. "It's twelve."

"I don't have an appetite." There was a pitiful-looking young woman. "What do we do? Are we going to die here?"

Ruan Nanzhu glanced once at her.

"I don't know if you're gonna die here or not, but I do know people will die if they don't eat. Let's go, I'm hungry."

The three of them went to the dining room and found a table of steaming dishes and a group of pale-faced people. These were, for the most part, veterans. Not a single one of them had picked up their chopsticks, and were all silently watching the table of food before them without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Nanzhu sensed something wrong in the air, and asked, "why aren't you eating?"

"We can't." Sun Yuanzhou seemed to have a good impression of Ruan Nanzhu, and so replied. "Why don't you give it a try?"

Can't? Hearing this Lin Qiushi blinked. He took a random seat, picked up some chopsticks, and got ready to eat, but then felt some force stop him—he couldn't reach the food in front of him with his chopsticks.

Ruan Nanzhu and Liang Miye too were met with the same situation as Lin Qiushi. It was as if some sort of wall had been put up in front of them, preventing them from accessing the food.

"No way…" Liang Miye's face had begun to go pale; she'd clearly surmised a very unfortunate possibility. "Tell me it's not what I think it is."

"The world of the doors indeed," Ruan Nanzhu sighed. "As if we'd get so lucky."

He'd thought they had plenty of time, but in reality, the door was nowhere as lenient as they'd imagined.

Ruan Nanzhu got up.

"Let's confirm it first."

He went to the living room and called for Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji said, "but I'm not hungry yet."

"Just come take a quick bite," Ruan Nanzhu said.

Xiao Ji was confused, but still followed Ruan Nanzhu. He too sensed that something was wrong inside the dining room—when he sat down and picked up a mouthful of vegetables with his chopsticks, he saw the instant change in everybody's gazes, and jumped.

"Fuck, what are you all staring at me for?" He glanced at his chopstick, and immediately dropped the food. "There's poison in it?"

"No doubt about it, our guess is right," Ruan Nanzhu sighed.

The air in the dining room was deadly silent.

A bit on-edge from all the people staring at him, Xiao Ji let out a humorless laugh.

"What are you all looking at me for?"

"Can the food be shared?" Sun Yuanzhou asked. "Xiao Ji, feed me a bite."

"Ah??" Spooked by Sun Yuanzhou sitting right next to him, Xiao Ji jumped to his feet. "Man, don't be like that, I'm not interested in men."

Sun Yuanzhou gnashed his teeth.

"I'm also not interested in men! We can't eat the food, and you're the only one who can even use the chopsticks—"

Seeing that Xiao Ji was still clueless, Sun Yuanzhou picked up his chopsticks and decided to give Xiao Ji a practical demonstration.

At first Xiao Ji thought that Sun Yuanzhou was joking, because surely it was too absurd. But when he saw that everybody else's expressions were deadly serious, he realized this wasn't a joke.

"You guys mean that if you don't open a chest, you can't eat?"

"Yes," Ruan Nanzhu said.

"So why could we eat breakfast?" Xiao Ji asked.

Liang Miye made a joke that wasn't funny at all: "Maybe they were worried we'd have low blood sugar?"

"Hurry up and try to see if you can feed me or not." Sun Yuanzhou was a bit impatient. "I'm starving."

Xiao Ji, "…can I try on somebody else?"

His glance slid toward Ruan Nanzhu. Feeding a beautiful young lady, after all, was a far more joyous affair than feeding a rough and tumble old guy.

Sun Yuanzhou sneered, "you sure got a lot of shit to say."

Xiao Ji, "…"

Under the force of Sun Yuanzhou's glower, Xiao Ji unwillingly compromised. He picked up a bite of food in his chopsticks and began delivering it into Sun Yuanzhou's mouth. But before it could get there, Xiao Ji felt a blockage around the chopsticks in his hands. It should have been within easy reach, but he simply couldn't put the food into Sun Yuanzhou's mouth.

"Great." Seeing this, the group had irrefutable evidence to the truth of the hypothesis. Someone at the table blew a fuse, swearing in dialect: "This dick shite of a door, son of a cunt."

Lin Qiushi kind of wanted to laugh at his words, but it didn't feel appropriate. So he covered his mouth with a hand.

"What do we do?" Liang Miye was crumbling a bit. "If we want to eat we have to open the chests…Dammit, I knew there had to be a time limit."

And they'd thought the door was showing them mercy for once. Who'd have thought it had been lying in wait right here?

There was indeed a bug in this game. If players didn't open any chests, then the Hako Onna couldn't make her moves. With enough time, they could use one item on every single chest. They could even amass a lot of useful items.

For the Hako Onna to kill, after all, there was the necessary condition.

But the door was blockading off that potential path right now. It was also giving them a multiple choice problem: they could either get grabbed by the Hako Onna, or they could starve to death inside the mansion.

Xiao Ji had also understood his own peculiar position. He grabbed a bowl in a hurry and shoveled in a few mouthfuls of rice, mumbling, "I'm gonna eat first then, if you guys don't mind…"

Everybody's eyes on him were like they couldn't wait to eat him alive.

Liang Miye let out one long exhale before looking at Ruan Nanzhu.

"What do we do, Zhu Meng?"

Ruan Nanzhu, "what can we do? We're not eating then." Dropping the chopsticks, he got to his feet. "Let's go."

Lin Qiushi and Lin Qiushi followed him out the dining room. The other veterans gradually left as well. Somberness painted everybody's faces.

Xiao Ji also knew he was just begging to be resented, so after scarfing down all the rice in his bowl, he also quickly took off.

Lin Qiushi's group returned to their room. The three sat down in intense quiet.

"We don't eat today," Ruan Nanzhu spoke placidly. "We wait until Linlin gives some chests a listen tomorrow, and then eat."

Starving for one day wouldn't kill you, but opening up just one wrong box could mean your life.

"Didn't think there'd be this kind of limitation," Liang Miye said. "It's practically forcing us to suicide."

In the tabletop, there was no such issue of forcing players to open chests. It was only a game, after all, and to win the game, players would certainly go looking for and opening chests.

But it was different now that the game had become reality. What they would lose wasn't that tiny unimportant character role, but their own lives. If they had the option, who would put their own lives on the line? They'd all rather stay in the mansion for longer than take this kind of risk.

Now, however, with such a restriction, the door was forcing the players into activity.

All the veteran readily accepted this reality, but to the newbies, this was too cruel of a development.

Even on the second floor, Lin Qiushi could hear their wailing from the first. In between the wails were terrible cries: "I don't want to open the chests, I don't want to open them—I want to leave, let me out!!"

Somebody began to batter at the door, trying to escape from the mansion.

"Wei Xiude, Wei Xiude! You said you'd protect us!" Someone else had gone to find Wei Xiude, and spoke with a shaky voice. "What are we meant to do now!"

Wei Xiude calmed them down with some superficial comfort, saying things like there would definitely be a solution. As for what that solution could be, he wasn't likely to know himself.

But Lin Qiushi could tell he indeed wasn't in a rush. Xiao Ji was in his group and was in possession of a key item. They could open two chests per day, so he and Xiao Ji at least were saved.

This sudden rule plunged the entire mansion into chaos. By the time the dust settled, it was already evening.

Sun Yuanzhou gathered everyone on the first floor and called for a group meeting.

Everybody sat in dead silence around the table, listening to Sun Yuanzhou speak. "We've already come to this point. Does everybody understand now that this is a team effort?"

He slammed his hand onto the table.

"We have to work together, or we're all dying inside this door!"

Afte a long beat of silence, somebody spoke: "How do we work together?"

"We'll start by opening chests," Sun Yuanzhou said. "I won't force you. You can starve to death if you'd like."

But, after opening a chest, please stick a slip of paper on the chest to prevent repeats. They should also write what they found inside the chests on the paper.

"Okay," Ruan Nanzhu agreed, hands on his elbows. "But what happens if somebody lies?"

"Then we kick the liar out of the group," Sun Yuanzhou answered coldly. "The Hako Onna is annoying enough, we don't have the energy for infighting. I hope every single one of us can be dead clear on this point."

Translator’s Note:

I’ve always been on the liberal side when it comes to translating curses, but if someone who knows—is it Chongqing? Sichuan?—dialect wants to give me an English equivalent for “撒子錘子門哦，寶批龍胎的” I’d love to know it ("This dick shite of a door, son of a cunt"). It’s just vibes rn skdjfnkds

[Ch. 108] | [Ch. 110]

#kaleidoscope of death #xi zixu #cnovel #chinese translation #死亡萬花筒 #mmmm the plot thickens #RNZ gets to be clever and flirt at the same time #he's my idol

[jaynovz]

Dead Man in a Ditch thoughts pt2, super major spoilers

bab is so torn up about eating the horse, listen honey it’s practical -pat pat-

Guns were a mistake, just reiterating that

I really like the Selena Kyle werecat lady. She became an investigator, good for her. 

Also, the plot is thickening. Opus uniform?? Had Fetch’s address? Left him the gun?? WHAT

THE LAD FINALLY GETS TENDERLY LAID, THANK GOD. Was waiting for the comfort part of the hurt/comfort.

oh jesus. the same drink. oh FUCK. IS THIS GOING WHERE I THINK IT IS.

all the plastic surgery stuff is visceral and super disturbing

this ENTIRE scene with the succubae climbing all over Fetch and trying to sell him body parts? I love it; I’m speechless. It’s so weird and so horny like. Luke do you have something to say? (I would like to reiterate my earlier point that Fetch is an unapologetic monster fucker)

PET -screaming- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

oh god as if things weren’t bad enough Carissa stole his gun to kill her cheating son of a bitch husband (honestly good for her, but it’s gonna get Fetch in trouble)

Aww he snuck her out of town, he’s such a good lad tho

oh no. it’s happening. OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT.

this is hurting my feelings SO MUCH. Fetch really is just a little puppy dog who wants approval huh? (pun INTENDED) 

“I was conscious of each breath. Each moment. I was fully awake for the first time in years and it was all because of Hendricks. He was magnetic. Inspiring. Terrifying. The dark thoughts that slowed down my days vanished whenever he opened his mouth” GOD HELP ME I CANNOT

This Relationship Is Extremely Unhealthy. Everytime he’s like “the slightly bemused, condescending stare of a teacher who has just heard me say something profoundly stupid” or when Hendricks insults his intelligence etc I’m like Oh God I’m Suffering. Like Fetch is SO DEVOTED/OBSESSED and he is being USED

HE CALLED HIM DARLING

Fetch gets dressed up as a furry... LUKE DO YOU NEED TO SAY SOMETHING

but like: “deep endless green” and “centuries-old, pale green eyes” and “his eyes glowed bright green” OKAY FINE WE GET IT. MENTOR FIGURE WITH COPPER HAIR AND BRIGHT GREEN EYES. TURN ON YOUR LOCATION

I fucking love Loq and Exina

God they’re talking about the Chimera and yet NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING IMPORTANT. REMIND YOU OF ANYONE

oh hey Victor is alive... uh but he’s in a Bad Way. THEY ARE MASS PRODUCING GUNS JESUS CHRIST THIS IS GOING TO SHIT

okay like, this is gearing up to rip my heart out huh? they’re together again and working together but it’s all going to crumble I can Feel It.

oh wow Fetch is getting laid Again, this time by Loq. Good for him

“Why did you let me join the Opus?” “Because you asked me” oh thanks I didn’t need my FEELINGS

Luke is singing, that... that’s a lot for me to process

I’m fucking FOAMING AT THE MOUTH:

I’m Very Sad about this dragon

mmmm they’re talking about Amari, this is upsetting

oh THE FIRES

Luke said capitalism bad, power companies evil

“Whose side do you want to be on this time?” STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR

FUCK HE GOT SHOT OMG. is he about to die for real this time omgggggggggggg

Fetch can’t drive for shit b/c he’s a bisexual, sorry I just needed to get that out

okay like Everything Happens So Much. it’s literally doozy after doozy after doozy. Luke doesn’t let us rest. 

He didn't die but he abandoned him, turned against him, DESTROYED AMARI. this is the most fucking hurtful shit

Oh the lad has finally given up...

Oh No WARREN. the hits just keep on coming

This bit with Hildra is strangely sad-wholesome though

Get his ass

This book makes me feel so many things

There's a WAR of three factions on the streets of Sunder City jfc

The pay off for the unicorn horn set up was very good

there is an EXTREMELY BLACK SAILS PART AS PROMISED JESUS H CHRIST. this is the fucking jungle finale I’m... I’M SO ANGRY

The Worst Ending Au 🤝 Luke Fucking Arnold

Carissa patched him up, good payback for helping her get away with murder

He's got a real purpose now and I'm so sad but also so proud of him

Ugh sometimes progress is bad actually re: Niles company

Oh god and he's in the Amari tree. Bury me

And yep mass production of guns was a Mistake. WHAT AN ENDING

This book was A Lot. I'm just. I'm in a state.

Luke we need to have a talk

Please join me in hell everyone, we need to make so much content for this universe

#dead man in a ditch #thoughts #luke arnold #spoilers #mega fucking spoilers #pls do not read this if you haven't finished the book #sunder city verse #fetch phillips archives lb

[icedthoma]

AHHH I SAW YOUR REBLOG DID YOU LIKE IT

I was this close to coming in your inbox w a series of reaction images like

BUT YEAH I LOVED IT JSJDKS man ngl I wanted to kick kaeya for snooping around the office bUT MMMM the plot is THICKENING every update has me on the edge of my seat please teach me your ways

#bread crumbs 🍞 #sam ☕️ #my love for kaeya is exponentially increasing by the day

[yespolkadotkitty]

Tinderbox, pt 21

Story masterlist

PART TWENTY-ONE. God I do write a lot of wank, don’t I!! Thank you to my friend and beta @ly--canthrope​ !!

“Okay. Thanks, Christie.”

Rosie hung up and glanced over at Marshall. “Christie says they’re having cctv - with discreet cameras - installed in the diner. That way, if Dylan comes back… well, we’ll know.”

Marshall stood at the stove, scrambling eggs and frying breakfast patties. The smell of sausage, herbs and butter hung heavily in his kitchen, making his usually dull, soulless apartment into a home.

“You okay?”

Rosie rolled her shoulders. “Yes. No? I don’t know.” She moved over to the stove and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her face into the shallow between his shoulder blades. 

Marshall turned off the stovetop and shifted in her embrace so he faced her, then cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. Rosie responded instantly, her soft lips parting under his, and oh fuck, he would never ever tire of how loving and responsive she was. As she slid her arms around his neck, he licked into her mouth, already feeling himself getting hard. For as long as he lived, he knew he’d never tire of the flames that danced between them.

“Gross.”

Rosie sprang away from him, and Marshall looked up to see Faye standing in the doorway, smirking.

“Boys are gross, sometimes,” Rosie smiled.

Faye tilted her head slightly, in that way teenagers have when they think they know so much more than adults. “No, I like boys. But you kissing my Dad - that is gross. What’s for breakfast?”

Marshall lifted the spatula to scoop eggs and pointed it at his daughter. “Less of the gross around my girlfriend, please.”

Faye squealed. “Hah! You said the G word!” She grinned at Rosie.

Rolling his eyes, Marshall started dishing up the food. “I have the distinct feeling I was led into a trap.”

“How did he get promoted to Detective?” Faye stage-whispered to Rosie.

Marshall settled down in his seat at the table, feeling warm inside from more than the coffee. 

*****

ROSIE: Hey sis. Sorry I’ve not been in touch properly for a while. I’d love you to come visit. You sure you can drive your wagon all the way to New York, though? Where will you change horses?

DAHLIA: Ha fucking ha. I love small town life, but they sure don’t have the shops and the food you do. I’m gonna bring an extra suitcase and tell Evan that I’m about to spend our life savings.

ROSIE: Don’t tell him that until you’re already on the plane.

DAHLIA: I have some leave due. See you end of next week? Do I get to meet the new guy? Assuming you can stop boning him long enough to introduce us.

ROSIE: Can’t wait. And yes, I’ll introduce you, and we’ll both be wearing clothes.

*******

Later that evening, Rosie cuddled up to Marshall on her futon, Salami curled at their feet. The cat had largely accepted him into the apartment now. Rosie loved it. Salami’s affections were not easily won.

“So, it went well with Faye, huh?” she asked, breathing in the scent of him, fresh soap and cedarwood. Happiness unfurled inside her, like rosepetals opening to the kiss of sunshine.

“Better than I ever could have hoped.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her head. 

She absently drew circles on his chest with her index finger. “What a great kid. You and her Mom did a great job.”

“Thanks for that - for including Angie.”

Rosie smiled into his shoulder. “Faye’s mom will always be a part of her life, and your life. I’ve no reason to cut her out.”

“You’re one of a kind, Rosie Dawes, you know that?”

Her heart squeezed. “I’ll never be sorry I found you, Walter. I never thought I’d be this happy. Ever again.”

Marshall rolled so he lay on top of her, one thigh spreading her legs. “I’m going to try my fucking hardest never to give you a reason to regret us, sweetheart. I swear.”

Rosie slid her hands into his curls, tangling her fingers in his soft hair, still damp from his shower. “You sweet, wonderful man.”

He chuckled. “Sweet. Every guy’s dream adjective.”

“How about another?” she murmured, loosing one hand from his hair to explore down his body, cupping him where he was hard and ready. “Big.”

“Mmmm. Getting better.”

She licked into his mouth. “Fuckable.”

“Better still.”

On a laugh, she hooked her legs over his hips. “God, yes.”

Her phone chirped as Marshall started kissing her neck, and Rosie tensed. “Sorry. I’d better get that - Dahlia did say she’d text me about flight times so I could sort my shifts at work.”

Marshall rolled on to his back as Rosie slid her phone off the little nightstand, swiping to activate the screen.

“Oh. Oh… oh.”

“Rosie?” Marshall sat up. “What is it?”

But Rosie just stared down at the phone in silence.

Message from: UNKNOWN NUMBER

Time: 9.55pm

I’m guessing you got my gift by now. I hope you liked it. Maybe you’ll wear it tomorrow? I’ll be watching.

D.

THE PLOT THICKENS!

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#walter marshall fic #tinderbox #henry cavill fic #walter marshall x ofc #nomis fic

[drysauce]

Hi hello! I’m here with various reactions from my mdzs read~

“‘Great news! Wei WuXian has died’” JDKSK what a start

So everyone hated him, huh?

“‘When did I do something as immoral as stealing another’s body?’” Mmmm interesting. He calls stealing a body immoral, but in the last chapter, people were, well, celebrating his death since he wrought chaos and death in the past... Interesting indeed. Questionable moral compass I guess jdksjdjs

JDKSJDJ??? He wakes up in someone else’s body, sees that they’re wearing makeup, and then decides it looks terrible. Mans is implying that he could’ve done better and I love that

“Why would he be put into the category of ‘extremely villainous ghouls?’” Ooo once again contradicting the image set up for him in the first chapter. Either it’s a case of an Unreliable Narrator, or the people were misinformed of what actually happened... I may be way off the mark sndjjs don’t answer that

“Or... to wipe out the whole family” wowies jskdjsj

“‘You’ve got the wrong person’” and the plot THICKENS

I’ve only read two chapters so this I like the bare minimum of reactions but sleep is calling me sjkdjd (it may or may not be 1am. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly.) but I can’t wait to read more!!!

(Also, if you’d rather have me send you my thoughts through dms or something, let me know! If you don’t wanna post this, that’s understandable skdjjs)

holy heck that might be the longest ask I've ever received-

buy anyway

yeah hsnjzhsh he was deeply despised by the whole cultivation world and generally blamed for everything that's bad

but about this particular line, there's nothing better that starting the book saying that the main character is fricking dead gwhgsbsb I was reading the mdzs novel while already knowing majority of the plot and let me tell you when I saw that's how the book starts I almost fell from the couch

and well yeah, the morality here is kinda twisted, also wwx is generally a morally grey character

AND of course he would do the makeup better gsbxhnsjz (idk if you've already watched the tgcf donghua but wwx and xie lian would definitely be makeup buddies)

also well, what has actually happened is a mystery and most of the characters have no idea about how exactly everything ended back then, you'll gradually get to know more and more about what happened

and yeye the plot thickens and the story's gonna get only more interesting with next chapters!!!

also also Mage please don't read at 1 am, that's na hour when you should be peacefully sleeping (well, it might be hypocritical of me to say that since I went to sleep at 2am yesterday because I was catching up on a manga bUT STILL)

ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃˢᵏˢ ᵒʳ ᵈᵐ ᵐᵉ, ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ (ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃˢᵏ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵃᶦⁿ ˡᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰˢᵇᶻʲⁿ) ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰˢᵇᶻʲ ᵐᵈᶻˢ ᶦˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵍᶜᶠ

#ask #ceruleanmage #i appreciate the ask i feel like my mdzs fixation is awakening again hnsjznhsb #i mean it's never been full gone but sometimes when i find a new fixation (like currently) other fixations fall into the background #but on a single mention of them they awaken again hsbhsns #I've been fixating on mdzs since January 2019 and it's probably my longest fixation #and one of my 3 current main fixations as well hsbhznsnzn #log post #or rather #long ask #?

[skippyv20]

“ SHE ALREADY HAS A KID” ehhh’ WTF?? This is an off the cuff interview, nothing rehearsed or contrived!! SO, MSM where is the investigative journalism??? Why is no one digging , is this the dossier the DM has on nutmeg they payed one million pounds for??? I remember seeing a photo of a “ young cousin” of nutmegs ages ago and the insinuation was……………… !! Mmmm , the plot thickens.

Oh yeah!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

[peakytoms]

freedom~ tommy shelby

Gif originally posted by @writtieninthestars

A/N: Warnings: NSFW. plot? what plot? this is pure smut, smutty smut smut smut smut

Pairing: sub!Tommy x reader

Word count: 4075 words of SMUT

this is my first sub!tommy piece so PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. i live off of feedback (especially of the positive variety✨) so if you liked this please lemme know! Also if you have some ideas of what I should write next YA GIRLS DONE UNI so ill have so much time to write (job? what is a job?) so please send some stuff my way.

You would never tire of it. The sight of him beneath you. The feel of his shuddering body trapped between your thighs.

Thomas Shelby—the king of Birmingham, the man who one day could be emperor of the world—vulnerable beyond all recognition because of you, because of your touch. Here he was, laid underneath you, naked, defenseless, utterly exposed— giving you all that he had, all that he was, and begging for you to take even more.

Tommy would never tire of it either. The way he felt being at your mercy. The relief that came from his submission. The warm and comfortable feeling of being safe despite relinquishing his control. But most of all, you. He would never tire of the way that you felt, the way that you made him feel. It was mystifying. Beautiful and terrifying. Addicting and all-consuming.

With your smooth legs straddling his waist, you made sure the ties around his wrist and the bedpost were strong enough to withstand him. Tommy always resisted the bondages at first. Never wanting to actually admit to you (or himself) just how much he needed you to dominate him, to take control, to silence his mind— even though his body always ended betraying his reluctance in the end.

Crawling your way back down his body, you paused briefly to kiss him hard on the mouth, your tongues quickly falling in rhythm with each other. Humming against his wanton lips, you forced yourself to pull away, grinding your hips against his as you continued moving your mouth down the path to his chest. Tommy used to hate it when you would spend time exploring all the scars and markings on his body, having some irrational fear that you would be repulsed with the evidence of his failures— the scars symbols that he wasn’t quick enough, smart enough, or in enough control to beat his enemies. He at first didn’t believe you when yo would tell him how much you loved his chest, his markings, his scars—but you loved everything about him, he was your Tommy. You kissed your way along the constellations that formed in his freckles, taking your time on his scars to show your respect for his resilience and strength. Tommy loved it when you peppered his skin dark and purple with your teeth, no longer able to deny the utter pride he felt when he saw the markings days later reminding him that he was yours, and you were his. When your mouth reached his nipples, you simply couldn’t deny yourself. Tommy always became weak when you would start rolling one between your mouth and the other between you hand, using your teeth and nails in a way which always got him whimpering.

The feel of your warmth even through the fabric of your panties had Tommy writhing wildly beneath you. The otherwise quiet room was disturbed by the sound of heavy breathing and the creaking of the headboard as Tommy pulled against his restraints. Each breath that escaped his lips was followed by your name. The way his desire thickened his accent to form each syllable of your moniker seemed like a prayer that he could only ever whisper to you in moments like this.

“Y/N… Please.” Tommy pleaded, his voice quiet but overflowing with his lustrous need.

“Tell me what you want Tommy.” You answer, stretching upright to admire the map your mouth left on his skin. Littering his skin like directions to his secret treasure. It made you smile thinking what would happen to his credibility and authority if anyone else saw him as you did now. His thick black hair so gloriously dishevelled, his skin glistening with sweat. His chest covered with the evidence of your devotion and power over him. Nobody would believe that the Tommy Shelby, the feared gangster and powerful businessman was tied up, naked and vulnerable in your bed, willing to do whatever it took to give you pleasure, even at the expense of his own.

“Please-please Y/N. Let me touch you. Please. Please.” God how you loved it when he begged. Tommy’s voice was distraught, his breath weak and shallow. He needed this, needed you, and his voice told you just how much.

“You will Tommy. Just not yet. Be a patient soldier and be good for me okay?” You whispered as you brought your mouth back onto his, figuring you would let him kiss you to compensate for your answer. “Just a little bit longer I promise you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes! Yes, I trust you.” He breathed out anxiously, trying with all his might to move his hips beneath you for some much-needed friction down below.

“Good.”

Continuing your trek down his flushed chest, you silently moved one of your hands to your already heated and slick center, coating your fingers with your liquid desire. Your eyes were fixed on his, a devilishly coquettish laugh escaping your mouth as you watched his reaction with unparalleled satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were lit up bright blue, shifting quickly back and forth from your face to the hand that was hidden inside of you, waiting like a dog who had been told to sit as his owner got him a treat. His mouth was drooling and his breathing erratic. It was a sight. When you shoved your fingers in his open mouth, he was more than ready. Tommy was sucking back your juices with a crazed hunger, moving his tongue in earnest to make sure he swallowed every-last-drop of you.

“You like that Tommy? Like knowing what you can do to me without even having touched me?” His response was a scandalous groan of agreement from around your fingers. “How should I reward you for getting me so wet hmm? What does my good boy think he deserves? Should I suck my soldiers cock? Tell me what you want Thomas.”

“God Y/N yes. Ple-please…please–your mouth–tong–.” His voice came out through sputters. Every nerve ending in his body so fired up with adrenaline and anticipation for your touch that his mind was in a haze. When Tommy was in such a state, he couldn’t even really tell where he was actually being touched, the sensations so strong they spread all over his body.

“Very well, since you begged so nicely. On one condition soldier— you are not allowed to make a peep. Is that understood.” You voice clear that it wasn’t meant as a question. Staring him dead in the eyes as you waited for his non-verbal agreement. Tommy wasted no time in nodding his assent, throwing his head back hard against the pillow as you moved your body off his lap and onto his calves, trailing your tongue along him as you moved down the rest of his torso and up until you reached his aching shaft. Tommy had to exert all of his control and power to stop himself from whimpering as you flicked your tongue against his beading slit, which already had been leaking out the opalescent pearls of his wanton desire. His hips bucked automatically, but quickly calming in their frenzy as you forced them back down with your hands as a warning.

“Mmmm. Tasty little thing, aren’t you?” You moaned against his veined skin, teasing him with your tongue just before taking him in whole.

“Fuck. Ah!”

Uh oh.

Tommy stilled completely, mentally cursing himself for disobeying the one thing that you had demanded of him. He was used to disappointing people, especially those in his family—but he could not stand the shame that came with disappointing you. He waited anxiously to see how you would react, terribly afraid that you would reprimand him by removing your touch from him altogether—which admittedly he thought he deserved for his insubordination.

But you didn’t.

Instead when you pulled Tommy out of your mouth with a wet pop, your wrapped your palm tightly around his saturated cock and began stroking him at a torturously slow speed. You moved so you were no longer straddling him but close beside his leg, and you used your free hand to peel your saturated knickers down your legs. As you let the cool air contrast against your heated center, you roughly shoved the fabric into Tommy’s mouth, gagging him.

“Tsk tsk tsk. I said I didn’t want to hear a sound from you didn’t I Tommy? Was there something about what I said that you didn’t understand?” You asked sweetly, despite the concealed cruelty behind the words. You shoved your panties further in closer to his throat, and held his jaw to force him to clamp the fabric tighter with his teeth. “If I hear another sound come out of that pretty little mouth of yours, I will stop. I will make you watch me as I get myself off. I won’t let you touch and I will not let you be touched. And you won’t be able to come for a week. I was being nice earlier—rewarding you for being so good. Are you going to be a good soldier for me now Tommy, or are you simply going to continue wasting my time?”

Tommy wanted nothing more than to speak, to beg you to forgive his insolence, to explain how badly he needed you, how badly he wanted you. He wanted to scream out that he could you be good for you, that he would be for you. But instead all he did was nod his head, because what else could he really do? You had him at your mercy and you both knew it.

Gingerly you moved the hair that had fallen down by his eyes with your hand—an act so intimate and sweet in its nature Tommy almost forgot how you literally just threatened him a moment ago. As your other hand continued to lazily stroke his cock, you purposely let your nails scratch along the throbbing veins. Tommy knew this was a test and that you were goading him. Almost as if you wanted him to make another noise, to fail. But that was what he needed from you wasn’t it? Not the reassurance that he wouldn’t fail, but that his failure could be forgiven and learned from without the threat of rejection. That he could relinquish control, free fall in the uncertainty of the chaos and you would be waiting at the bottom to catch him and help build him back up again.

Shifting your body around you moved so you were now facing his feet, your calves surrounding his head, breasts hovering above his naval. Your sopping and exposed cunt dripping decadently above his face, just barely out of his reach. Before Tommy even had the chance to react to the dangerous proximity of your soused heat, you once again took him whole in your mouth, pressing the leaking tip of his cock against the back of your throat making him cry out softly against his gag. Humming your lips around him, swishing your tongue across his girth as you bopped your head up and down, Tommy was a mess.

He began alternating between whimpering and growling around the fabric of your panties that were still tightly held with his clenched jaw. He could taste you, smell you, fuck he was staring directly into you as your cunt trembled and dripped above him, but it was nowhere near enough. He wanted you in his mouth, wanted so badly to be inside of you, to touch you, to be engulfed by you. He was crying from how much he needed you. A privilege he was desperate to earn.

Normally you would make him wait just a little bit more before giving in, but tonight you found it hard to rationalize putting off your own pleasure just to teach him a lesson. Without taking your mouth off him, you reached back behind you and found his taunt jaw with your fingers. Moving your hands blindly across his face you found his mouth and pulled the sodden fabric out, disposing of it somewhere on the floor, freeing the tongue that you so desperately needed. Tommy was belligerent in his gratitude as you removed his gag and required no instruction for what to do next, the removal of the oral obstruction was as much direction and permission as he needed.

His mouth was already wet when he made contact, he had been salivating like a dog ever since you tightened the restraints around his wrist earlier in the evening. If there was a word to describe the manner in which Tommy devoured you, it would be maniacal. He was a crazed animal, greedy from deprivation, teeth bared and tongue savagely running along your folds. His lips sucked around your engorged clit, growling so ferociously that the vibrations sent charges all over your body. No longer strong enough in your legs to hold yourself above him, you pressed your cunt right down against his face. Your hips grinding on him so hard, he could scarcely breathe.

But he didn’t need to.

Tommy needed you and nothing else. When it came to moments like these, you could take his life, take his money, take his power, he didn’t care.He would lay everything at your feet so long as he could have this. The joy of giving it all to you, the pride of making you scream his name, the peace that came from you taking control.

The freedom he found through his submission.

Sensing how close you were you dropped Tommy out of your mouth— far too preoccupied in your pleasure to care about how lewd you must’ve looked as the mixture of saliva and cum drooled slowly from your open mouth. You tried to continue lazily stroking Tommy with one of your hands but found it much too hard to pay any proper attention, your brain overwhelmed with your own sensory overload. Rommy was a man was as sure of what he could do with his tongue as he was with a gun. You would probably argue that his tongue was a weapon in itself and capable of mass-destruction. Well-versed in the various ways to please you, Tommy knew exactly how to move his tongue to give you your climax— rolling just the tip of your clit gingerly between his teeth and lips.

Your orgasm came all at once— erupting from your core with a strangled and primal cry, which did nothing but spur Tommy on to continue, going for seconds. Your juices poured like milk over his face, your cum and his spit dripping licentiously down his jaw and neck to pool on the pillow beneath his head. Tommy did his best to lap out your mess with his tongue, trying to balance his job to pleasure you over catching his own breath which was shaky from the ferocity of your own undoing—but he would choose you over life any day. You rested your head atop his thigh while you let him finish, incapable of denying your lover the simple pleasures of his favourite sticky treat that you made special just for him. His tongue was exploring the inside of your once more. The precision and rhythm with which he moved on your overly sensed cunt was strong enough to induce delirium. It wasn’t long before the familiar sensation that had began building steadily in you core had erupted yet again cascading down his face in warm streams, quickly being swallowed again by your eager lover.

Groaning through tender satisfaction, you reluctantly pulled your body off from Tommy’s, moving almost comically slow from the overexertion brought on by your orgasms. You turned your body back around to face him properly once again, laughing in contentment as you looked upon his face that was slick and glistening from the mess of your cunt.

“My god Tommy you’re brilliant.” You say smiling wildly into his eyes, bringing your mouth on his to taste your own sweet concoction that was mixed with the whiskey and smoke from Tommy’s tongue.

“…Was I uh—good for you…?” Tommy asked in a breathless whisper. Despite making your come twice in the span of minutes, he worried you would still be disappointed in him for his insolence earlier and not reward him.

“Oh yes. Yes-you-were-Tommy. So good luv—I’m still trembling” You say laughing into his delicious mouth “… And to think you did all that with just your mouth. Gosh so amazing Tommy, and since you were such a good little soldier, I’m going to let you touch me. Would you like that my darling?” You flirtatious asked, smiling as you touched the lips you so adored with your trembling fingers.

“Oh God yes. Yes-please, please… let me touch you…” Tommy’s breath was shaky, his eyes desperately pleading his case. He was moaning how much he loved you, needed you, desired to worship you as your arms reached up to his which were fastened to the headboard. When he was begging like that—in complete dissociation from everything apart from your touch—there was no way you could deny him.

Immediately after being released from his restraints, Tommy pulled you closer to him, breathing in the scent of your hair, murmuring his gratitude into your skin. His strong arms helped move you so you could straddle him once more before he sat up grabbing onto your face to attach your mouth to his with an open mouthed kiss. You let Tommy take his time exploring your skin with his calloused hands. He did earn it after all. Still kissing him, you were breathing words of praise straight into his mouth, telling him all about how good he made you feel, and how proud you were that he was yours. If Tommy wasn’t so distracted with the feel of his hands over you and the ache from his neglected cock, he probably would have burst into tears.

Pulling back ever to slightly so you can look into Tommy’s eyes— which had darkened considerably from his heightened lust— you asked him a question he wasn’t used to hearing on days like this.

“Is this how you want me soldier? You were so good to me today I’ll let you pick which way I use you. Go on Tom, tell me how you want it.”

He paused for a minute of disbelief before answering with a shaky voice.

“Just like this. I want tt-to see you. I want to touch you. Please. Can we–like this?” His eyes were glazed over as he spoke, and you swore you could see tears in his eyes from how happy and at peace he was in this moment.

Kissing him hard along the jaw you lifted up your hips, one hand positioned on his chest and the one grabbing hold of his sweltering and blood-engorged cock. You teased him for just a moment along your center, coating yourself with the precome that was still beading out his tip. Tommy went absolutely rabid as you took him in inch by inch– he even bit down hard enough on your shoulder to leave a heavy indent…not that you minded of course. It was always amazing to see how Tommy was when he let go of his control and bravado, how beautiful it was when you saw him for who he was underneath all that pretense.

The once silent room was now filled with noise. The words of praise you yelled into Tommy’s ear as he thrusted up his hips to meet yours. The fanatical moans and curses spewing out from Tommys lips—most of which not English. The sound of your sodden bodies clashing together with the force of your passion and love for each other. You could sense that neither of you would be able to hold on for that much longer and as you looked down into Tommy’s eyes it was clear he felt the same. He was gone. Lost in the abandon of his submission. Though his eyes were staring into your face, he could not process anything except for the sensation of you and your glorious and greedy cunt that was swallowing his girth and overpowering his mind. Tommy knew better than to dare come without your permission and you could see the conflict in his eyes, knowing full well that he was in such a trance that he wouldn’t be able to speak coherently enough to ask.

You continued your assault on Tommy’s hips, bucking yours so harshly up and down on his that you both would be left bruised by tomorrow. Disentangling your fingers which had found a home in Tommy’s soft hair, you trailed them down to his neck, scratching the skin to warn him what was to come– not that he would really notice anyways. Pushing him back down on his back, you stretched your hands and brought your thumbs around to the front, massaging the muscles as you did. With your thumbs pressing against the carotid arteries just below his jaw, you steadily began to increase the pressure, keeping your eyes trained on his to help anchor him to the moment.

Tommys eyes were wide, his mouth open in disbelief and desperation. This was it. He could never last long when you finally took control over everything. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he waited for you to grant him his release.

“Come.” That was all you said. All that you needed to say.

As soon as Tommy heard that sacred word fall gracefully from your moistened lips, he fell apart. You could feel his warmth pulsate into you, his cock twitching as he came with fierce desperation. You collapsed onto his chest as you continued to gently ride him to your own undoing, making sure he knew that you were still with him as he floated through his trance. As you came once again, you felt euphoric in every description, your core quivering around Tommy while he was still seeping within you. You could hear him crying now, finally finding the delivery from all his burdens and stresses—which were many. Your hands tried their best to soothe Tommy, rubbing up and down his back to bring him back down to earth. You stayed on top of him like that for a while, keeping him warm until his cries subsided and he started becoming cognizant again. When his blue eyes met yours the faintest hint of a smile came over his lips.

“You feel good Tommy? You back with me yet?” You asked gently, smoothing his hair on the top of his head and kissing him. Tommy moved closer to you, placing his mouth on yours with a quiet blissed-out hum on his lips.

“So good,” was all he replied, not just yet able to come up with anything more to say. You pulled him out of your slowly, and winced as you heard him whimper at the loss of contact. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, placing one in his mouth to help him in the come down. The higher Tommy got just before his release, the more anxious he became afterward. As Tommy smoked the cigarette without ever removing it from his lips, you moved to clean off his body. Giving him a reassuring squeeze on his arm before jumping off the bed, you run as quick as you can to the bathroom to run some cold water over a cloth. Trailing the cold cloth across Tommy’s face and neck upon your return. Cooing at him with the most relaxing voice you can muster you praise him for this evening, telling him how much you loved him giving over to you, and how much you loved him. You were sure to wipe off the sweat that collected all along his chest, kissing it once cleaned before using the damp cloth on yourself.

Seeing he was finished with it, you stubbed out the spent cigarette and took Tommy’s lips carefully in your own. Murmuring into his mouth more words of praise.

“That was incredible Tommy. You’re incredible. I can’t even believe how lucky I’ve gotten by having you.” Yours hands find his hair once again as you curl his body around yours, “I’m not going anywhere Tommy, I’ll stay here like this for as long as it takes for you to come back to me. I love you Tommy Shelby. I am so happy that you’re mine.”

“ ‘m yours.”

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[lynseylou]

Backdoor Pilot “The Originals”

Because The Originals recently debuted their series finale, I thought I would share my rather lengthy recaps of the first six episodes of the series that I did a year ago. I was so pumped about the show I made my own Wordpress website and everything. Now I have these lonely recaps with nowhere to put them but here! Enjoy if you want.

In regular backdoor pilot fashion, this The Vampire Diaries episode begins with very forced exposition explaining why we as viewers are leaving/escaping the wonderfully supernatural Mystic Falls and entering, what appears to be, an even more sadistic and cutthroat, New Orleans.

“Welcome to the dark side of New Orleans,” says the random tour guide with rad facial hair, “a supernatural playground where the living are easily lost and the dead stick around to play.” Spooky.

But what exactly are we doing here? Klaus Mikaelson recieved a tip from everyone’s favorite doppelgänger, Katherine, that a witch with the name of Jane Anne Deveroaux is conspiring against him. Conspiring? Very vague. Could it be a trap set by Katherine and this Jane Anne Deveroaux? Let’s keep watching to find out!

While Klaus is making his rounds of murderous threats, Rebekah and Elijah are arguing back in Mystic Falls. As per usual, Elijah wants to help Klaus, like the loyal brother that he is, and Rebekah wants Klaus to go to hell.

“Where are you going?” Says the particularly pouty Rebekah Mikaelson.

“To find out who’s making a move against are brother, and then… I’ll either stop them, or I’ll help them. Depending on my mood.” Oh, Elijah! You crack me up when you’re indecisive about when its appropiate to murder.

However, through the collective perspectives of Hayley Marshall, a sassy werewolf girl in search of her family, and Sophie and Jane Anne Deveroaux, we find out Hayley is pregnant.

Holy cow! Remember a few episodes back when Klaus and Hayley have a super steamy one-night stand while amongst bonding over their perpetual loneliness and sorrow? I do!

But how could this be? Well, being that Klaus is both vampire and werewolf, the original hybrid, he can in fact procreate. If you weren’t on the edge of your seat already, you are now.

But back to Klaus. During his interrogation of a French Quarter witch, Klaus finds out that a vampire in charge, Marcel, won’t let the witches practice magic. Klaus finds Marcel singing his little vampire heart out at a bar. My first impression of Marcel? Hot. Second? Exudes confidence.

Klaus and Marcel approach with caution, and you don’t know if they’re going to kill each other. But they don’t! It turns out, Klaus and Marcel are old friends, in fact, Klaus sired Marcel. We also learn that the Mikaelson’s helped build New Orleans but were run out of town for some reason. So the plot thickens!

What exactly is the deal with Marcel? “Well we can tell you!” Says The Originals writers from beyond our TV’s. Marcel has quite a little vampire community. He has night-walkers, vampires who thrive under Marcel’s rule, and the inner circle, which are those who get to bask in the sunlight with the help of mystical daylight rings. It’s as if Marcel has complete control over the supernatural in New Orleans, and Klaus is jealous. However, Klaus focuses on the task at hand and asks Marcel what he knows about Jane Anne Deveraoux. What coincidence! Marcel is scheduled to hold a weird criminal trial in the middle of the street accusing Jane Anne of practicing magic.

But unlike an actual court of law, Jane Anne is publicly executed.

“Was that convincing? I studied law back in the fifties.” Oh Marcel, you can do anything you set your mind to.

Rats! Klaus didn’t get to talk to her before Marcel cut her throat open. But there is still hope! Klaus tracks down the sister, Sophie, where she works at a bar called Rousseau’s. Unfortunately, Sophie is to scared to speak due to the night-walkers that are following Klaus. Damn it Marcel! You foil everything! Fed up, Klaus threatens the night-walkers and lavishly orders them some scotch and hands the bartender a $100 bill (which will be important later).

Meanwhile, Elijah vamps through an alleyway and demands that Sophie Deveraoux tell him what the hell is going on. Of course, he articulates this request in a more respectful and Elijah-like fashion. He also kills a couple night-walkers while doing it, but that’s neither here or there.

Marcel is throwing a rave in his house/mansion and Klaus crashes, giving off murderous glances while searching the wild party for Marcel. Marcel calms Klaus down and shows Klaus to a balcony overlooking the city. We quickly learn that Marcel is smart and calculating, could he be another Klaus?

“Mmmm, new blood.” Marcel, don’t do it.

“Bartender. Walking alone at night. She’s either brave or dumb.” Klaus don’t encourage him.

“Brave, I let her live, dumb, she’s dessert.” Marcel, don’t eat the nice bartender.

Marcel quickly vamps off to go flirt or drink the bartender from Rousseau’s, while Elijah vamps in to inform Klaus of what he has found out.

Elijah takes Klaus to a creepy cemetery where Sophie Deveraoux reveals she has been holding Hayley captive for leverage over Klaus.

But why would should I care? Wonders Klaus, looking back and forth between Hayley and Elijah.

Because she’s pregnant the and carrying your baby Klaus.

Well, shit.

DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL!

Sophie Deveraoux reveals her evil plan. Jane Anne sacrificed herself in order to confirm the pregnancy, because the witches need help taking Marcel down. They need big bad Klaus Mikaelson. What better way to achieve that then by linking Klaus’s baby mama to Sophie, so that if any harm comes to her, the same harm happens to Hayley and the baby.

DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL, DENIAL!

Elijah is rather disappointed in his brother’s behavior, and expresses this child to be their best chance. At happiness. At a home. At family. However, Klaus doesn’t feel the same.

Klaus crashes, once again, Marcel’s rave and picks a fight with him. Seriously guys, just put in on the table and measure already.

“Now look at you! Master of your domain, prince of the city.” Klaus, could you have made a more obvious set up towards Marcel’s big monologue?

“Hey man, I get it. 300 years ago you helped build a backwater penal colony into something. You started it, but then you left. Actually, you ran from it. I saw it through. Look around. Vampires rule this city now. We don’t have to live in the shadows like rats. The locals know their place, they look the other way. I got rid of the werewolves. I even found a way to shut down the witches. The blood never stops flowing, and the party never ends! You want to pass on through? You want to stay awhile? Great. What’s mine is yours, but it is mine. My home, my family, my rules.” By the way, throughout this episode, every time Marcel says “rules” take a shot.

“And if someone breaks those rules?”

“They die. Mercy is for the weak, you taught me that, too. And I’m not prince of the quarter, friend. I’M THE KING!”

Well that does it. Klaus inflicts his fatal werewolf bite on one of Marcel’s inner circle, Thierry, and makes his grand exit.

Next commences the wonderful New Orleans nightlife montage. As Klaus is enjoying the festivities, he spots the brave bartender, she’s looking at a painter while he’s painting, and he approaches her. Her name tag says Camille, but she rejects that name because of the notion that its made for a grandma. We can call her Cami.

“And what do you suppose his story is?” Ask’s Klaus.

“He’s… angry. Dark. Doesn’t feel safe, and doesn’t know what to do about it. He wishes he can control his demons, instead of having his demons control him. He’s lost. Alone.” Hmmm… does this painters emotional state remind you of anyone else?

Cami apologizes for being an overzealous psych major, but Klaus reassures her, and whooshes away.

Klaus and Elijah meet up and Klaus admits that he wants what Marcel has. But Klaus? What are you going to do about the baby sized elephant in the room? To which he concludes, “every king needs a heir.” Not the most heartwarming, but we’ll take it, and so will Elijah.

Klaus now has a plan being put into action. Klaus gives Marcel his blood, which will heal Thierry, in order to get close to Marcel again. And it works. Now that Klaus is feeling all powerful again, he gives the lovely Caroline Forbes a call. But of course she never calls back. Ouch.

Rebekah doesn’t want to go to New Orleans, despite Elijah’s protests. She’s still upset apparently. Also it looks like the end of Elijah and Katherine. So sad.

And that was the amazingly epic backdoor pilot of The Originals!

Onto Power Rankings! Who are the top 5 characters that “slayed” this episode?

#5 goes to… SUPERNATURAL BABY!

Your heart beats strong, young one.

#4 goes to… Sophie Deveraoux!

Getting Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson into an alliance is no easy task.

#3 goes to… Elijah Mikaelson!

Kicking butt and taking names.

#2 goes to… Marcel Gerard!

Smooth talking, karaoke singing, king of New Orleans.

#1 goes to… Klaus Mikaelson!

You glorious bastard and all of your dysfunction.

To the characters that didn’t make it on this list, maybe next time.

Do you agree with my power rankings? What was your favorite part? Enlighten me in the comments!

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[deanssweetheart23]

Over Our Heads

Title: Over Our Heads

Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word count: 2482

Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.

Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.

Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)

Your fingers curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.

It was one of those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the night -he had said something about needing to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.

However, as fantastic as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more tired.

Stifling a yawn, you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in the dim light of the bedroom.

“What?” you asked.

He smiled that half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.

“C’mere.” He whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.

You opened your mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean, to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his neck.

“Better now?”

You hummed in response, placing your hand on his stomach, relishing in the moment you got to see Dean as the soft, tender man he really was, the armor of the macho guy he always put up long forgotten around you.

Not too long after that, Emma and Dexter appeared on the screen for the first time and you smiled and let out a small content sign, thrilled to be watching the movie you loved so much with the green-eyed man.

He noticed. Of course.

“This better be worth it, kid, or I swear-”

“Ssssh. We have a deal.” You reminded him.

He groaned and mumbled something that sounded awfully like You’re going to ruin me under his breath, but you saw him smiling fondly at the memory.

“But Deeeaaaannn…”

“Nope. No. Not gonna happen, Y/N.” The hunter chanted, shaking his head at your almost childlike behavior, arms folded before his chest in his notorious I’m-not-amused pose.

“But-”

“Uh-uh. No buts. Turn on the charm all you want, sweetheart, but you and I are not watching a chick-flick.”

“Oh, c’mon, D. Please. Pleasepleasepleasplease.” You whined, batting your long eyelashes in that way that almost always got you what you wanted, puppy dog eyes on, hands clasped together as you waited for the verdict.

“The answer’s no, Y/N. Just give it up already.”

“No, Dean. I’ll…” You paused, pensive. “I’ll cook breakfast and dinner for you for a month.”

The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to rethink them and caught Dean so off guard that he stopped dead in his tracks and glanced towards you, brows slanted.

“A month?” he repeated, squinting at you suspiciously.

You swallowed thickly.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about the laundry?” he asked after a second, poker-faced.

“Sam can do the laundry.” You objected but as soon as you saw the expression that had already coated his features you just came to terms with the fact you were going to be the Winchester’s personal maid for the next month.

You took a deep breath.

Go big or go home, right?

“Fine. I’ll do the laundry too.”

“Good.” he mumbled, a tantalizing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And how would you feel about giving me a lap dance?”

“Jesus Christ! What the- You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?”

“Oh, c’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

You growled, eyes dangerously narrowed because that ass was wearing his famous infuriating grin again, the one that made you want to slap his stupid face and kiss him at the same time.

“You’re sick.” You hissed.

Dean broke into a fit of laughter, loose but real.

“Uh-huh. C’mere.” He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you to him. You struggled a bit but he was too stubborn to stop and, in all honesty, you didn’t mind being in his arms. You never minded.

His hands came to cup your face.

“’M sorry.”

You eyed him deliberately, head titled to the left, lips pursed.

“No, you’re not.”

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

His voice had dropped to a whisper now, an edge to it that reminded you of that night the two of you had spent on the floor of a cheap motel room, a bottle of whiskey in hand as he slowly spoke of happier times, times when his mother would bake him pie after lunch and sing him to sleep with Hey Jude instead of a lullaby.

You briefly wondered what you had done to cause that change in his demeanor but stopped yourself almost immediately; reading too much into things would only cause you pain.

So, instead, you pouted playfully, all the walls you had so carefully crafted up again.

“Am not. I’m scary and dangerous”

He smiled, soft but radiant.

“Sure you are, tiger.” He kissed your temple. “You win this round. But if you tell Sammy about this I swear, I’ll-”

“Don’t worry, D. My lips are sealed.” You promised and pecked his cheek sweetly, in love with the way the tips of his ears instantly turned a light shade of pink.

Your heart beat just a little faster in your chest.

Maybe Sam was right after all.

Maybe there was hope for you and Dean.

By the time the plot of the movie had thickened, the alcohol you’d drank earlier that evening, along with the delicious burger Dean had cooked for you and the blissful feeling of your body pressed against his own were enough to make you sleepy.

You had almost surrendered to sweet serenity when Dean tensed next to you, letting out a deep, desperate breath.

“Everything okay?” you muttered, worried.

“Um, no. What is that guy even doing?” he howled, his gorgeous eyes staring at the TV as if he firmly believed that he possessed super powers that would let him change the story unfolding before him. “Is he… Is he going to marry Sylvie?”

You nodded ever so slightly, trying hard to suppress your smile.

“Yup.”

“But. He doesn’t love her. He loves Emma.”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God. What a douche.”

This time you couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What?”

“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Dean snorted, seemingly amused by the idea.

“Pfft? Enjoying this? Nope. Not at all.”

“Yeah, okay. Next time we can watch The Notebook, Cuddle Pants.” You teased, stifling a laugh.

The green-eyed man groaned and slapped the back of your head playfully.

“Shut up, brat.”

“You’re the…” A yawn. “You’re the brat.”

He smirked.

“You tired, kid?”

“Nope. M’ fine.” You replied, voice laced with sleep. “Just going to rest my head here real quick. ‘Cause you’re… You’re all warm and soft.” You added, sliding closer to him, head on his lap.

It should have been awkward, a line you probably shouldn’t have crossed, yet, with Dean, it felt easy and simple. But then again, things always felt easy and simple when the green-eyed man was concerned. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe you had had too much to drink.

Dean chuckled, adoration coating his features.

“Yeah. You do that.”

It wasn’t until minutes later, just when Emma and Dexter kissed for the first time, that you felt a hand threading through your hair and long, gentle fingers massaging your scalp soothingly.

You stirred.

Dean, obviously just now realizing what he was doing, stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I, uh, I’ll just-”

“’S okay, D. Feels nice.” You whispered, eyelids growing heavy.

He cleared his throat quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

He let out a shaky breath -or, at least, you thought it was shaky- and then his fingers started their ministrations again.

You closed your eyes. With Dean next to you, everything felt safer. Better.

You smiled and let the steady sound of his breathing lull you to sleep.

The screen went dark almost half an hour later, leaving Dean teary-eyed and determined not to show it because Y/N would never let him hear the end of it if she knew.

“Well, Y/N, I have to say…” he stopped in mid-sentence, eyes focused on the sweet girl sleeping on his lap. “Unbelievable. Un-frigging-believable. She made me watch her favorite movie and feel asleep.” he grumbled, eyes flickering over her face almost absentmindedly.

She looked beautiful. Granted, that wasn’t news to him because Y/N always looked effortlessly beautiful, but as she was peacefully asleep curled up next to him, long eyelashes closed, Y/H/C strands of hair falling on her face, his hoodie falling off her left shoulder, she looked gorgeous.

And insanely adorable.

And inexplicably sexy.

And that just wasn’t fair because she made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel.

He sighed, clearing his troubled mind.

“Sweetheart, you have to get up…”

Y/N stirred a bit but didn’t open her eyes and he groaned -quite dramatically- and let his head fall back on the headboard.

“C’mon, Y/N. We need to get you to bed.” He tried again, running his fingers through her hair. A lazy smile spread across her lips but she kept her eyes closed, shifting slightly.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

“Fine. I guess you’ll just spend the night here then. Right?”

No answer. Of course.

He huffed out a breath.

“Ugh. I always knew you were a handful, Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, gently lifting her head and setting her down properly. Stirring, she moved her arm and clutched at his T-shirt, an adorable pout playing at the corners of her lips.

He laughed, grabbing the blanket that sat on the edge of the bed to lay it over her, then leaned in to press a sweet kiss on her forehead, noticing vaguely that she smelled like strawberries and sunshine.

“Goodnight, kiddo…” he smiled.

She mumbled something unintelligibly in return, prompting a chuckle from him as he climbed into the covers and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to him, holding her tight.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, knew that it would only make that hole in his heart bigger every time she even glanced at someone else or laughed at a stranger’s joke or smiled at Sam’s teasing, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and soft against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own, and even though he knew he’d never be with her, in that moment, he could, at least, pretend.

The sound of quiet sobs mixed with whimpers interrupted his train of thoughts as he felt her feet kicking his from under the blanket, her body twitching.

He wasn’t surprised but his heart still sunk at the sight of her hurting.

Because Y/N didn’t deserve those nightmares. She didn’t deserve the heartache and the decay that came with the life. Sure, she was an incredible fighter and he trusted her with his entire being but that didn’t stop him from wanting something better for her. She was important to him -he somehow knew that from the moment he saved her from that djinn that had captured both of them all those years- and he wanted her to have all the things he couldn’t.

He wanted her to have a family. Children. A husband whom she would adore, even if it wasn’t him.

He wanted her to be happy. Loved. Safe. From the monsters and the demons and the angels. From him.

Dammit, Winchester. Get it together.

Smoothing a hand over her forehead, he stroked her face tenderly.

“Ssssh. It’s okay.”

Another whimper.

Furrowing his brows together in concern, he took the hand she had pressed over his heart and linked their fingers together, slowly bringing them to his lips.

“It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Nothing’s bad gonna happen to you while I’m around, I promise.”

As if Y/N had been somehow able to hear him, she let out a small sign and huddled up closer to him, face relaxing a bit, then muttered something he couldn’t understand.

Chuckling a little into her hair, he wrapped his arms tighter around, afraid that if his grip on her wasn’t strong enough, she would slip through his fingers like sand on the beach.

And he didn’t want that. He just wanted to hold her like that, like she was his, utterly and unconditionally his, forever.

Admittedly, it was a selfish and complicated wish and it contradicted everything he wanted for her but it was the only thing he wanted for himself.

She’s in love with you, dude.

Sam’s words echoed soundlessly inside his head. What if his brother was right? What if he was so focused on not reading too much into those late-night conversations, into the accidental brushes of the hands and the lingering forehead kisses and the stolen glances that he’d really misinterpreted everything? What if, by keeping her at arm’s length and lying about his feelings, he wasn’t only sacrificing his own happiness but, also, hers?

“Sweetheart?” he whispered, but he knew that she was too deep into her dreamland to wake up.

He smiled to himself, pushing away a loose strand of hair that had coiled over her cheek.

Her hand gripped at his T-shirt.

His heartbeat quickened a bit but he didn’t mind. He knew she’d never know.

“I love you.”

It was barely a whisper, a secret that would be forever buried into the darkness of the night, something he only thought about in the dim light of his bedroom on nights the world didn’t make sense, a feeling he’d promised himself he’d never voice because he knew that the universe would find a way to take her away from him.

But, as he held her in his arms and felt her sleep next to him, the words felt right in a way nothing had ever felt right before and he knew that she deserved to hear them no matter what.

He sighed and kissed her temple, warm lips lingering on her skin.

Her lips cracked into a peaceful smile.

He grinned.

Tomorrow, he promised himself.

Tomorrow he’d talk to her.

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[thelasthundredmiles]

April 12th, 1971

Thrashing on the floor in front of the television.

Melinda and I had a really nice day. We stayed stoned and walked with Peggy. It was a nice day.

Then we made a big pot of boiled potatoes-- fresh green beans and onions. Melinda made a big bunch of tuna casserole. Then we all smoked dope. Ed had some really nice hash. And we were all giving off super-strong vibes. The room is just filled up with love...

Now there’s an incredible murder mystery on television and we turned all the lights out and kind of got spooky and we all really got into it. Now it turns out that the guy who really committed the murder is some strange guy that hasn’t even been in the movie.

I just wanted to write down that I’ve had a really total two days and that I’m really stoned now-- but I can’t be sure if it’s still the dope I smoked or just my head-- but the room and these people I really love are all very total and very real for me right now.

I like the way the glare of the television screen in the dark room flashed over the bodies of my friends, and I like the way this gunky old shirt I had used for a paint rag now looks like a great tie and dye. 

“mmmm”

“this is a whodunit”

“why”

“I can’t tell”

and the plot thickens.

Melinda just lit a joint.

“Oh my God...”

the joint moves magically about the room.

“what are you doing Larry...”

“He’s writing his last will and testimony” (testament)

“This is it... tonight’s the night”

“Here ya go Lar...”

whodunit

Peg says that the chick in the movie really has a thing about candles. 

And the storm rages outside.

It turns out that this killer is really her lover who is not only not dead-- but not Johnny Brandt, who she thinks he is. And he hates her and has never loved her and Jesus God what a wreck. 

Oh, Jesus.

I’m sweating, this movie has wrecked hell out of me.

Goddam!

He just stabbed himself and said, “I never meant to love you”

Blood dripping off her hand.

Johnny! Johnny!

What a movie.

What is this obsession? I continually flashback to my past. Lying here on my sofa-- really into this room and this situation-- and all of a sudden I flashed to high school and zam zam split-second nightmare. 

Why do I seek a constant justification?

Peggy got tired and went home. She wanted Ed to come, but he was into digging Melinda I think. I felt a little bad for Peggy. Some things kind of wreck me still. Now Ed is lying on the floor really digging old Lennie. 

That’s nice.

Johnny Carson Show and all that shit is glaring across the room--

I’m in a strange total mood.

“Of course I knew Dick Cavett very well before the war”

“Which war?”

“I don’t know-- I think I was born after them all”

“What year were you born?”

“1951″

“You was hatched in ‘51″

TRASH FLASH:

“ISN’T THIS A GREAT AUDIENCE?”

Pure shit.

woweeeeeeee

#thelasthundredmiles #1971

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As the bowl of batter began to run bare I commenced the delicate twist and turns to prepare for my signature finishing move. As all great maestros will know you must save the best for last and my climaxing double toss would have Nadia Comaneci weak at the knees. Unfortunately this shrove Tuesday it just was not meant to be. The pancake naturally bounced out of the pan into a perfect double somersault but with it went the base and my pride leaving me grasping the handle with my trousers round my ankles.

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