#love my big huggable vampire | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years

Text

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

689 notes · View notes

sortavibing · 3 years

Note

HI HELLO HERO- heard your requests were open and i came rUNNING- anyways uh- can i have the fluff (romantic) alphabet w/kenma [obviously-] and uh the letters- [i almost said numbers lmao-] a, h, p, d and j? aight tyty :)

thanks for requesting sexy😩

a, h, p, d, and j with kenma (romantic)

A: Asking Out (how did they confess to you?)

you guys were friends for a while, and you and kenma got pretty close, and soon after he realized that he had feelings for you. he told kuroo about it, and at first he wasn’t even going to confess, until kuroo literally forced him to do it, because he saw how you guys acted around each other, and he knew that you liked him too (you aren’t slick smh) kenma thought it would be a good idea to do something pretty lowkey, since he didn’t want to attract too much attention, so he decided a little gift with a note put in your locker would be a good idea. after a lot of thinking (and low-key freaking out) he knew what he wanted to get you, a little cat squishmallow (he may have bought himself a matching one but he will never tell you that). after a little consultation with kuroo, he wrote the note as well, and then put it in your locker. for that entire day, he was so worried that you were going to react badly to it, but when you came up to him to tell him that you got his note and that you like him too, he was in literal shock, like a solid 30 seconds of silence because he was just processing it, but he was really happy and asked you on a date right after :)

H: Huggable (do they give hugs? if so, how often?)

kenma isn’t super big on physical touch, so he doesn’t really give hugs often, so when he does they are always in a meaningful way, like whenever you feel sad, or something exciting has happened in either of your lives (ex. he won an important volleyball game etc.). he highkey gives amazing hugs, like the ones that don’t feel forced or overbearing but warm and comforting in all the best ways, so whenever he does hug you, it is 100% worth the wait. he isn’t really good at expressing his feelings through words, so you guys have learned to read each other through the small actions that you do around each other, and you can tell that something really important happened when he hugs you, and vice versa, so both of you will always be ready to hear about the event that caused either of you to be so happy, or sad in some cases.

P: Pet Names (what pet names to they call you?)

he’s kind of embarrassed calling people anything other than their names in public, so he’ll only call you pet names when you guys are alone. (once he accidentally said one in front of lev and kuroo and he literally got teased because of it for the entire volleyball practice- he never wanted to curb stomp lev more istg). he has pretty chill pet names for you, most along the lines of “bub” and whenever he’s feeling mean it’ll be “my bitch” or sometimes just to fuck with you he will call you “bro” and see your reaction. (he thinks it’s the funniest shit ever for no reason at all). he will also call you pet names based off your inside jokes, and he’ll call you those in public, just to get you to laugh, and if you respond with another nickname/inside joke, you guys will just get into a constant loop of who can make the other laugh more with a nickname and its highkey so much fun.

D: Dates (what type of dates do they take you on?)

your dates are all pretty chill, and usually at night, because kenma is the most energetic at night (he’s a literal vampire istg-). they are usually along the lines of just chill minecraft dates (you know the stupid ones where you give each other flowers and put your minecraft beds together), or gaming dates on crack (teabagging bitches, screaming at the top of your lungs when kenma kills you for like the 70th time in 5 minutes). sometimes, you guys just go on late night walks, taking in the tokyo scenery, enjoying each others company, and just the beautiful silence the night brings. one of your most memorable dates with kenma was defiantly when he took you stargazing, holding your hand the entire time, pointing out constellations and giving them stupid names, and just vibing with each other until the sun came up.

J: Just Right (what do they like most about you?)

he likes how he is able to just be himself around you, without worrying about you judging him, or making fun of what he likes. he loves that he doesn’t have to be doing something with you all the time, or even talking with you a lot when you guys are together, because you are fine just vibing in comfortable silence with him. it’s never awkward around you, and you always give him space if he needs it. he loves your chill personality, yet you still can be energetic and bring a smile to his face when you want to. you compliment his personality so well, and he feels so safe and happy around you, no matter what you guys are doing. he also loves that you are able to take a joke, and even respond with a joke/lowkey insult just as fast as he can come up with them. he loves everything about you, and he will always be sure to tell you that, to show you how much he truly cares about you :)

i hope you enjoyed!

requests are open

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu #kenma kozume #kenma #kozume kenma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #kenma headcanons #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #kenma x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n

100 notes · View notes

spaceypeachbun · 2 years

Text

OKAY I'm writing this post AGAIN but less detailed than before. Huggability is gauged through "quality of the hug" and "willingness to participate in hug"

Most Huggable

Yasmir. Arguably most huggable. Friendly and DTH (down to hug) most anyone. He is fat, not too tall or too short, always wearing soft sweaters or overcoats, and smells like pine trees and spiced rum. Excellent hug experience.

Radio. Butch and will hug you like you're her best friend if she knows you well enough. Yes being butch adds to the huggability. It's my list. Anyway she may lift you off the ground, especially if you're Chayo. She's got strong arms. A hug from radio is powerful and fun loving, just like her.

Mordecai. Loses some points because he is a tall skinny fool and feels like hugging several baguettes in a designer suit but earns points by making you feel like the most loved, valuable, important being in the world when he hugs you. Loves you with his entire heart and makes sure you know it.

BERT DEATHRAGE. If you ask him and his big arms and big tits for a hug he'll say HELL YEAH BROTHER and hug you so damn tight. He pats you hard on the back and then when you tell him that you got a promotion he headbangs about it. Bert supports you.

Least Huggable

Carlisle. Don't hug Carlisle. Under no circumstances should you hug Carlisle.

Hogarth. Now, if you're one of a select few he has fallen in love with (Simon, Vali, strange entity he saw in the woods) he wants you to hold and touch and love him so so bad. But if not, he doesn't want you to hug him. He's also slim, and nervous, and full of frowns, so he's best unhugged.

Odhran. Are you a baby? Are you one of the friends ocs I ship with him? If you said no to both then he doesn't want to hug you or probably even talk to you. This is a shame because his hug quality when he does give it is strong.

Carver. I have not fully un-retired Carver, but he is not huggable. He is an asshole, vampire-cold, and British. He's pointy in shape and profoundly doesn't want to hug you, unless he's trying to manipulate and/or stab you.

#white winter hymnal (yasmir ezzios)#saturday nights alright for fighting (radio kahale)#i love everybody because i love you (mordecai ambroise)#temp tag: bert deathrage #temp tag: carlisle #and so ill think of you (i guess) until the day i die (odhran obannion)#ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots (hogarth hanamura)#temp tag: carver

4 notes · View notes

awxward · 3 years

Text

A3! Boys + My Stuffed Animals

Spring Troupe:

Sakuya

Gabriel

Gabriel is a small elephant with big ears that constantly make him fall over. He has a pink bowtie that says 'I Love You'

Makes Saku feel safe and Gabriel is a reminder to himself that he's loved and appreciated by everyone at Mankai.

Named after a friend from theatre class :)

Masumi

George Washington

George Washington is a tiger. He is small, but his arms are like those slap bracelets so you can wear him on your wrist (or let him hang on the side of shelf like I do).

So I got Georgy-Boy for easter 2020. i asked my friends for name ideas. They sent me stuff like 'Stripes'. I went offline for a few minutes and when I came back online I told my friends his name was George Washington.

//////////

Me: tiger has a name now

Friend: which name did you choose?

Me: his name is George Washington.

Friend: what the fuck. how'd you get George Washington?

//////////

Pretty sure he got the name bc I was listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.

Citron

Daniel

Daniel is mostly pink but has other pastel colors that look like watercolors. He's a unicorn. And a ketchain. And he's one of those dream lites, so he lights up. (He's supposed too anyway, but he's never lit up since i got him like 7 years ago at a yard sale).

Named after Daniel Howell (formerly danisnotonfire) [YouTube]

Tsuzuru

Lucifer

Lucifer is a small panda pillow pet. Very easy to travel with bc he fits in most backpacks.

My mom told me she wanted me to have a stuffed animal with a biblical name, i picked him up, looked her in the eye and said "His name is Lucifer." My mom tried to protest. "You said a biblical name, Mom. Lucifer is in the bible."

Itaru

Pao(???)

Pao is a panda. They are also a phone holder thingy. Like it'll hold your phone if you're watching movies or whatever.

Like 5-ish years old. Got them from a friend. They have a tag with their name on it, but I read it once and then just called them "the panda" for some reason instead of their actual name and now the tag is too faded to read the name, but i am 38% sure it says Pao or something close to that.

Chikage

Tsuki

Tsuki is a dinosaur. Tsuki is a sparkly dino. He's green rn, but if you brush your hand over him, the sparkles turn over and he becomes orange. I like green tho bc his tummy and the bottom of his feet are orange and so are his eyes.

Named after Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu)

Summer Troupe:

Tenma

Hinata

Hinata is a narwhal. A bright orange narwhal. Infact he is the same color as Tenma's hair.

Named after Hinata Shoyo (Haikyuu) [bc its the same color as his hair. there is a theme with this narwhal and the anime boys i associate with them]

Yuki

Steve

Steve is a regular teddy bear, except he has a shirt that has pikachu on it. (the shirt was originally Tsuki's bc i got tsuki at a friends build a bear bday party, but it fits Steve better)

I just think Yuki would try new designs/color schemes/styles by making clothes for Steve to see how they look.

I got Steve from a claw machine (my bf at time won him for me just before we watched Endgame together.)

Named after Steve Rogers (Marvel)

Muku

Eeyore

Muku most definitely loves the Winnie the Pooh movies and I will fite for this hc. He gets my Eeyore. You know how Eeyore's tail is always going missing or falling off??? Eeyore's tail comes off (velcro) but its attached to his actual body with a string so it cant be misplaced.

Eeyore has a patch that says "official disney store" but i got him for $3 at a thrift store.

Misumi

Sherlock

Sherlock is a polar bear. Sherlock is very huggable. He makes Misumi feel safe. He has a hat and scarf (that don't come off. they are sewn on him)

the hat has a pom pom on top and the scarf has a pom pom on each end. the hat and scarf and the bottom of his feet have a blue/white plaid pattern.

Kazunari

Victor

Victor is a puppy and the first big stuffed animal of mine on the list! He's all tan and abt maybe 3-4 ft long. Victor lays pretty flat so he's comfy to lay/sit on. I think Kazu would like sitting or laying on him when drawing. Probably has him on his bed so he's like a giant pillow.

Victor is from Toys R Us. I got him last August-ish from my Aunt and Uncle who found him at a thrift store and thought I'd like him.

Named after Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Kumon

PJ is a small white tiger. He is also a ball. He can fit in one hand. When Kumon is thinking or stressed or bored (etc) he just lays on his back and tosses PJ up into the air.

When Kumon is laying on the floor tossing PJ, Misumi sits on the bed closest to where PJ is and tries to grab him (but only if Kumon is in a good mood and okay with it) It's a fun little game they made up they like to play.

Pretty sure he was named after KickthePJ (YouTube)

liber pls give us a pic with all of autumn i am begging

Autumn Troupe:

Banri

Sammy

Sammy is another one of my large stuffed animals. He is also a puppy, but unlike Victor he is sitting instead of laying. He's abt 2-3 ft tall. His fur is the same color as Banri's hair. Great to squeeze at anytime, but very therapeutic when you're in a bad mood. Has a heart on his ear.

i got him abt 7 years ago. I had just finished spn season 2 and was upset abt the finale and had no way to start season 3.

Named after Sam Winchester

Juza

Tiggs

Tiggs is a beanie baby tiger. Tiggs is a little larger than PJ (and not a ball). He's a regular orange tiger instead of a white tiger like PJ. He'd buy Kumon PJ so they could have matching stuffed animals. Small and very comforting to just hold/hug.

Omi

Benedict (Ben)

Benedict, also known as Ben, is a small koala. Just a little bigger than Tiggs. He has a heart on one of his feet (i think the right one). very soft. very fluffy.

Named after Benedict Cumberbatch (Actor)

Taichi

Dean

Dean is my largest stuffed animal. He is a dark brown teddy bear that's abt 4-ish ft tall. He can be put in a corner and used as like a bean bag chair, or he can lay down flat and be a good pillow like Victor can.

It's very fun to just wrap around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Especially in when your in a bad mood. Very comforting to cry into.

I got him a couple years ago at a thrift store.

Named after Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sakyo

Lev

Lev is a lion abt the size of a regular teddy bear (maybe slightly larger). I got him a thrift store so he's slightly worn out from age. He's mostly a pastel dark yellow-ish tan and his mane is dark brown. very huggable.

He's the stuffed animal I sleep with. Smells nice all the time, like the fabric softener.

Named after Lev Haiba (Haikyuu)

Sakoda

Emotional Support Iron Man

So Iron Man is small and he sparkles. He will hurt you/someone if thrown hard enough. Sakoda likes heroes bc they remind him of Sakyo they look cool. I'd hc that he got Iron Man from Sakyo when he was younger and its one of his most valued possessions and goes everywhere with him (or stays with Azamo or Sakyo at the dorm. Maybe Izumi or a couple others are on the list of who can watch over Iron Man.) Very protective of it.

Got the emotional support part of his name from a friend.

She saw Eddie Redmayne on a movie cover (think it was The Danish Girl) and started freaking out bc she loved him. I handed her the Iron Man and the next day she thanked me and said he was an Emotional Support Iron Man and the name stayed.

Azami

[Emotional Support] Spooder-Mon

Sakoda knew Azami as a kid. He most definitely got him the Spider-Man so they could have matching plushies.

Spider-Man is square and has little blob hands doing the web thingy. The tag said travel pillow, but he probably just chills by Azami's bed. When needed, Iron Man will be placed next to him if Sakoda can't take Iron Man with him.

I brought him to school one day and we had a bio test and all the people sitting around me passed him around and gave him a pat for good luck. We all got good grades and then he was dubbed as Emotional Support Spooder-Mon, but the Emotional Support title isnt part of his name (unlike the Iron Man).

i wanted guy in the pic, but i also wanted tsumu and hiso in the pic so you get 2 pics for winter

Winter Troupe:

Tsumugi

Phil

Phil is a zebra. He is a pillow pet zebra. Like Lucifer, Phil is also easy travel size. The bottom half of Phil is pink, so I refer to him as my pink zebra.

I just think it'd be cute to have Tsumugi with a pillow pet ok. I also thought he'd probably have has Phil for many years (since he was a kid) and Tasuku most definitely brings up things from when they were kids and shit.

//////////

Tasuku: you chose the pink zebra, and for what???

Tsumugi: its a very aesthetically pleasing pastel pink.

Tasuku: THERE WAS A DOG PILLOW PET RIGHT THERE AND IT WAS CUTER

Tsumugi: dont talk bad abt Phil.

the rest of mankai: ????????

//////////

I got phil before I got Lucifer many years ago. He was old when i got him and he is very old now. I love him so much.

Named after Phil Lester (AmazingPhil) [YouTube]

Tasuku

Cap

Cap is a husky. He was won from a claw machine with Steve.

There's just something abt the grey and white that gave me Tasuku vibes. Also, Cap's eyes are abt the same shade of blue as Tsumugi's and Tasuku knows this bc they are in love. Very squishy when hugged and with the way he sits, you could make it look like he's guarding something.

Named after Captain America (Marvel)

Homare

Ushijima (Ushi)

Ushijima, also called Ushi, is the last of my giant stuffed animals. He is abt 2-3 ft tall (like Sammy) and has a tail abt the same length.

Ushi is a raccoon thats mostly hot pink. Ushi's eyes are also pink and just abt the same shade as Homare's hair, although Ushi's fur is brighter by a few shades.

Ushi hurts when thrown/swung hard enough. Very fun to hug bc he's filled with beans (like beanie babies) so unlike all my other giant animals, he doesn't have to be fixed/adjusted after everytime you squeeze him. The tail has cotton tho and makes a good pillow.

Homare would definitely just see a 3 ft tall hot pink raccoon and claim it with no explanation.

Named after Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Hisoka

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd (Vlad, Drac)

Vladmir Dracula the 3rd, who has many other names but usually goes by Vlad or Drac, is a vampire (surprise).

Vlad is a squishmallow thingy, and their tags say something abt them being able to be used as pillows, and thats why Hisoka gets Vlad.

Vlad is triangular in shape, with triangle ears, and triangle fangs, so I thought abt Misumi, but i figured Hisoka bc it's a pillow.

He's like the perfect travel size and he has a cape and a bowtie.

Named after Vlad the Impaler, the real life inspiration behind Dracula (my brother thought he was named after Vladmir Putin and I wanted to punch him for that but I was too busy laughing.)

Also named after Dracula, who was a vampire.

Idk where 'the 3rd' came from, but it's part of his name for forever.

Azuma

Sebastian

Sebastian is a dinosaur thats blue with a white tummy.

He's also a squishmallow, but he's bigger than Vlad by abt 2× as wide, so he'd be harder to carry around, which is why Hisoka got Vlad instead. Being a squishmallow means he looks more blob than dinosaur and i love it.

His tag said his name was Dominic or something, but I named him Sebastian before I actually checked the tag, so he's Sebastian.

Named after Sebastian (Black Butler) and Sebastian Stan (Actor)

Guy

Moriarty

Moriarty is my other polar bear. I got him with Sherlock and named him Moriarty bc Moriarty is Sherlock's nemesis.

He's just a plain white bear thats very huggable and adorable. I usually have a bowtie on him bc it makes him look fancy.

Guy would like him bc he's plain white and very fluffy.

24 notes · View notes

mister-lady · 3 years

Note

treat: free space! gush about your f/os. what are your favorite things about them? what do they do that make you smile? for whichever f/o(s) you feel like gushing about!

I was saving this for when I got a strong feelin to gush caus I got a free excuse to gush akfkfkvkfksk

Anyways I'm going full out gush here because I have the excuse and opportunity to do so, so uhmb,, enjoy reading the new book about how gay I am akggkksjdt

Anyways, virgol, ammiright? I will give you so many reasons to be gay for this idiot if you arent already /j

And thos are just the images I hav on me-

Fhjj,,, oki so,, where do I start?? He can barely stand straight on a skateboard who decided to make his spot near the staircase skgkdkdkg. He jus looks so,, huggable?? Like he needs to be hugged but he looks so soft and like he'd be the perfect weighted blanket an verie warm,,, an his voice??? Hjjgh,,, I jus,, I lovb his voice.,, I dunno how to describe his voice?? I mean I suppose I dont need to cause you know how he sounds but for the embodiment of anxiety he certainly has a verie soothing voice,,, an hes jus verie cute?? Like I'd show more pics if tumblr allowed but I lov him. His puppet was a sock???? Lovely. Soft local emo boi needs to be held and I shall gladly volunteer to do so. Like he's such a dork for halloween? And honestly me too halloween is my favorite holiday but he went full out with the vampire costume and even tried getting C!Thomas to help him scare the others in the begining?? Gkgkskgk. An?? I jus love the vibes he gives off is verie nice. Hes jus this ball of trying to be intimidating and spoopy and is but is a ball of wittiness and needs to be kissed and such and I wan hold himb?? Or be held by him??? I will gladly take both options. When he gets super excited the purple eyeshadoe???? You don't know how many gay imagines that has fueled. And himb singing?? Veire gay. Hes either the big spoon or little spoon and theres no inbetween. I'd let himb steal all of my hoodies free of charge and I wanna bake with him and he's just such a big sweetheart with good intentions an is jus,, I lovb him lots and am verie gay for himb rn and he's a dumb emo and did I say hes cute and sweet yet? Caus he is. Like he has a pet spider an actually tidies up his room for whatver reason an has the skeleton onesie?? Aaaa??? Someone let me jus,, hold his hand or I might implode or something along the lines of that

#if i had to write an essay about how gay i was i would so easily pass with flying colors in several ways skgkfkfkkg #poor me on mobile cant put things under the cut im so sorry dkgkks /gen #i am..so sorry for these big paragraphs that is..a lot of readin fkgj.. q/w//q #🥺🥺💜💗💘💗❤💗💘💗💘💗💕❤💗❤💗❤💗❤💕💘💕💘💘💗#i ubmb... expected to hold onto this longer than i thought but am jus that thirsty i suppose ausjfkkdfktj #tytysvvvmmm thoo!!! tytysm!!!#🎵reem!!🎵#purplestripes

1 note · View note

bang-to-the-tan · 5 years

Text

Moth to Flame

Chapter 9

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Explicit Reference to Self Harm, Explicit Duress, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Degredation, Somewhat Dubious Consent/Hypnosis, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Male Masturbation, Handjob, Threesome (M/M/F), Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

Words: 8.3K

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry…

Previous Masterlist Next

“Hold her upright, I can’t wash her stomach properly with her hunched like this.”

“I’m trying, she’s too—”

“She’s slipping!”

“Well, help me get a better grip, then!”

Warmth underneath your armpits, heating your back. There’s pressure tapping steadily on the top of your head, trailing down in front of your face and down your neck. Wet. It’s wet. It feels really good, actually. Everything is warm and soft.

“Wait, holy shit.”

“Grab her waist!”

Why are you hovering like this? You cast a glance down, feeling dizzy at the way that your vision swivels drunkenly. Legs. Those are your legs. They won’t stand upright. Ah. The tiling under your feet is pretty, though. Green. You like green.

“Jungkook!” The warm skin is hands. There are arms underneath yours, wide hands gripping your shoulders. Your body slips limply and both you and the person behind you nearly go down, saved only by thudding into the wall. You watch your feet swing in front of another pair of tanned feet. Can you exchange feet? Those ones look like they work. They’re really big. They work but you bet you’d have a hard time finding cute shoes for them.

“I think she’s waking up!”

More hands, one holding each cheek, lifting your head to meet wide, brown eyes. Dazed as you are, a smile pulls at your lips when you recognize the face waving in front of you. You know him, that’s Jungkook. You love Jungkook.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. His thumbs caress your cheeks as he bobs his head, watching the way your eyes follow him with excitement. “Hey. Thank god. You’re okay…”

“Sleepy,” you correct him, slurring.

“W-what?”

“What did she say?” That must be Taehyung, his deep voice rumbling through your back in a way very familiar.

“You’re sleepy?”

You hum.

“O-okay, that’s okay—”

“Is she alright?”

“I don’t know. I need you to wake up for us. Can you do that? Wake up.”

“She doesn’t sound alright.”

You consider the command. You can feel his words rolling over your skin—but they pass right over you just as surely as the water. They don’t sink in, don’t flood your sight or curl through your body like they usually do. Water. Ah. That’s water. It feels really nice.

You hum again. Water, water, tiles, tiles. Are you naked? Yes. You are. Then it must be a shower. You’re having a shower. You like having a shower. You’re really dizzy and it’s hard to focus your eyes. The world spins headily. Not so much a fan of that part.

“No, no, no, hey, stay with us—!” Jungkook pats your face, squishes your cheeks, but your eyelids are drooping of their own accord, painting him in the shadows of your eyelashes and blurring his colors and outlines together.

“She’s going out again? Let me try—”

“I—it didn’t work at all, it’s not working anymore—“

“She’s going limp!”

You certainly are. Your motor control, what little of it you had to begin with, is giving up. Your vision doesn’t seem to want to stay put. Your head lolls. The edges of your sight darken and furl inwards.

“Jimin! Jimin, get—”

“Wake up.”

Your eyelids fly open. Your gaze blurs as you struggle to comprehend what you’re seeing, struggle to focus on the person staring intently at you. You feel a hand at your hairline, pushing your hair back from your face gently, and you purr in the wake of the contentment that washes over you. You aren’t in the shower anymore, but somewhere else familiar. More importantly, there is another man leaning over you and taking up most of your vision. Affection makes your heart swell when you realize who it is.

“Jin,” you croak through the smile beginning to form on your face. “Hello.”

“Hello,” he replies. His returned grin is small, but it’s there, and it fills your chest with warm butterflies. He looks tired again. He’s certainly not too pleased with something. Multiple somethings. You hope it isn’t you.

“I missed you,” you add.

He snorts. “Did you…?”

“I said it would work if it was Jin.” That’s Jimin. You can’t see him, but his voice is coming from somewhere to your right.

“You didn’t know for sure.” Taehyung points out. He’s over there, too, somewhere.

“She’s going to be okay now, right?” Jungkook. The gang’s all here, then. You cast a glance past Jin’s midnight-colored head, searching for cherry boy’s signature mop—but he’s out of your range. You can see the ceiling painting, though. And it’s soft beneath you. You must be back on the bed. Arousal sparks in your belly. On the bed, in the middle of all these wonderful men. You know how this goes.

“Just because I can haze her to wake up doesn’t mean she’s okay.” Jin replies. There’s annoyance in his tone. Something dark, warning. It fills the room with a kind of electricity. “How are you feeling?”

You watch him with wide eyes. The way he meets your gaze steadily tells you he’s waiting for you to answer. Oh. The question was for you. How are you feeling?

Your throat is sore. Your cunt feels a little used, but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling. The hurt at your neck is better, but you suspect that’s mostly because there’s a deep, pulsating throb at your breast that aches with pain and pleasure every time you inhale or exhale. Comparatively, your neck isn’t even on your list of priorities anymore.

Jin’s still waiting for you and with every second you take to contemplate his question, he gets more and more concerned, his eyebrows pulling together and his smile disappearing.

“I’m okay,” you settle on finally, cheerily. “Tired.”

“Listen to the way she’s slurring,” another voice puts in with a low whistle. “You three really fucked her up, huh?”

Your neck cranes and you cast your view around, looking in shock for the fourth member of the neat little party you’re currently having. There, by the doorway. It’s…Hoseok. That’s his name. He’s standing casually, hands in the pockets of his expensive-looking jacket. He meets your eyeline and grins widely, crookedly. His smile is all teeth, and it does something funny to your insides to watch him bare them.

“It was my fault—“ Jimin starts quickly, but Jungkook interrupts.

“It was my fault. I went too far.”

“You keep saying that.” Hoseok points out.

“Because it’s true.”

Deft hands slip chilly fingers into your collar—you’re wearing Namjoon’s hoodie again, you realize—and tug down to reveal the skin on your chest. Your breath catches in excitement, but Jin only frowns at the crimson marks left there.

“We didn’t take more than a mouthful each,” Taehyung insists suddenly, shifting. You catch a glimpse of his golden hair. It’s shiny. Wet. “And she was almost healed from when you fed anyways.”

Jin brushes a thumb over the bright wound, and you gasp. Electricity skitters from the point of contact, linking to your neck, travelling to alight your cunt. You writhe faintly, thighs rubbing together. It seems like Namjoon’s hoodie is the only thing you’re wearing at present. You make the mistake of meeting Jin’s glance as you make this realization. His tongue flits out nervously, eyes burning through yours as if he could pull you apart here, now, and swallow down the remains.

“I don’t think that’s the problem,” he hums. His lips barely move.

“I don’t think it’s not the problem,” Hoseok interjects in a half-amused, half-dangerous tone.

“It’s a problem. But…I’ve never seen this happen to someone. Never heard of someone passing out like that. Refusing to wake up. Not for this long at a time.”

“So…?”

“So maybe…maybe she’s been hazed too much?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Since when does hazing cause brain damage?”

“Did I say brain damage? Watch her when I touch the marks.”

This time, when he presses his thumb against the bite, a thrill crashes through your spine, flooding your limbs, and you audibly whine. You shift, and you don’t miss the way his resolve briefly wavers, how he watches your legs curl again, watches your chest rise and fall with a sharp inhale. Pleasure, low and deep, curls about your frame, fizzling out into your limbs and leaving you wanting.

“Okay, she’s a freak. I’ve seen chicks who were into weirder shit before.”

“That doesn’t seem like her.”

“Please don’t tell me you think you know her like a lover now,” Hoseok snaps back, but the amusement is fading from his eyes. He watches the back of Jin’s head with an expression like disbelief and concern. “What, are you two best friends now, since you fucked her like a whore and drank her like a meal?”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Jungkook bites, and when he takes an impulsive step forward, he moves into your field of view. He looks legitimately angry, his handsome profile angled in a way that puts his body between you and the other vampire. His hair isn’t dry yet either, and it sticks to the sharp edges of his jawline, his cheekbones.

“You’ve called her worse.” His elder doesn’t move from his position against the doorway, but the way his eyes flit to meet him, sizes him up briefly, begs him to take another step. Promises him he’ll regret it. You shiver, reaching instinctively for Jin’s arm. He covers your hand with his, warm, rubbing a thumb across your knuckles, and it’s a comfort you readily sink into.

But Jimin interrupts, and as he moves to situate himself between the others, you can see him, too. He’s wearing his sweater again, and it’s returned him back to his sweet side. Huggable, soft—miles away from the man that demanded you choke on another’s cock. That pinned you to his elder’s bed and fucked you while his brother slid into your throat.

“She likes that sort of thing in the moment,” he confirms quietly. “But she’s really easy to get attached to when we haven’t had anything else in so long.”

Hoseok looks to him, and a kind of fondness crosses his expression for a split second. He nods, assenting, looking away. “Yeah. Alright. I get that.” When he meets Jungkook’s eye again, the tension that had been building dissolves—not completely gone, but ramped down significantly. “Sorry. I know you’ve had it rough lately.”

Jungkook nods, once, sharp. The angle of his shoulders doesn’t change.

“Its dangerous to get too attached, though.” Hoseok continues. “We’re not in the market for a pet. Just a temporary fix for a bad situation.”

“You aren’t telling me how to manage my coven.” Jin murmurs. It’s almost a question. He’s watching you, but he isn’t really looking at you. He’s musing on something deep, something hidden. You imitate his soothing rubbing, squeezing at his arm faintly. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could haze him? If you could bring him down here, with you, where it’s warm and safe and everything’s okay? You blink. Your eyes are feeling heavy again, but it’s a nice thought. He’s always so worried, so tired. You’re threatening to fade out at the corners.

“You’re right. I’m not.”

Jin doesn’t seem convinced. “…I don’t know that she’ll be alright to move right now in any case.”

“She obviously can’t stay here.”

“Mistakes were made—”

“Clearly.”

The dark-haired man in front of you finally rears up at the blatant tone in Hoseok’s voice. Still holding your hand, he turns, eyes flashing. “Watch it.”

“Your circus,” the other returns bluntly, unblinking. “Your monkeys. This was your problem from the start, Jin. Always has been.”

“You do not tell me how to manage my own coven, Hoseok.”

The two lock gazes, bristling. The younger vampires, in the corners of your sight, sway uncertainly. Jungkook’s jaw clenches, and you can see the muscles flex underneath his skin from here. Jimin casts a brief look towards you, licking his lips. He moves to take another intervening step, opens his mouth to try and diffuse the situation further, but Hoseok beats him to it, striding towards you and taking your free wrist in his hand. Jin’s hand slips from yours, but you maintain your grip on him as you’re pulled up from the bed, onto unsteady feet and into Hoseok’s chest. You get a gentle waft of whatever body wash he uses—vanilla-scented—as you stumble faintly and he catches you.

“I’m not telling you how to manage your coven,” he replies steadily, above you, his voice vibrating smoothly against your cheek. “But I am saying this isn’t the first time you refused to put your foot down.”

“You’re going to have to carry her out of here.” Jin’s response is hushed, but you can hear the danger lurking underneath the softness of his tone. You the fingers at your hand again, peeling you off his shirt sleeve. You wish you weren’t so disappointed to leave him. Another wash of tiredness floods over you and you sway, but Hoseok has you supported, holds you closer. “She can’t walk.”

“It won’t be the last time, either, until you do something about them.”

The body in front of you shifts, bending, his head dipping to your neck. Excitement again roils through your frame, automatically linking your arms around his shoulders, but he’s catching the backs of your knees, tucking your neck into the crook of his elbow, and suddenly he’s lifting you up off the ground into a bridal carry. He jostles you a little more comfortably, ignoring the way you stare at him, wide-eyed.

His features are so sharp, so delicate, the color of his skin so warm and inviting. His hair looks soft, dark and deftly styled. But there’s something else, deep inside of you, that sparks as you watch him. Like a light switch activated from a mile away. The way his mouth moves when he talks, his profile.

Jin continues to ignore him. “I tried to keep her fed, but obviously I was called out before I could make sure she had anything to eat, so she’ll probably be hungry once the haze wears off.”

“We’ll take care of her. Don’t worry about it.”

A warm palm to your cheek, encouraging your head to turn, to meet Jin’s eye.

“They’ll take care of you.” he repeats. “So you’ll behave yourself, right?”

You blink at him, distracted by the train of thought concerning Hoseok more than anything. Finally, you nod. He smoothes his thumb over your skin. He smiles, but it’s empty. Your heart sinks at the same time as another wash of sleepiness sweeps over you. Your blink takes too long, and you know he notices. You wish this didn’t feel like goodbye. The lingering warmth, comfort, from his haze, flickers like a flame and evaporates a little more, leaving you impossibly tired, weary.

“We’ll miss you,” you hear Taheyung murmur.

“Thank you,” Jimin adds, quiet.

Hoseok moves to walk out the door with you, his strides smooth and purposeful. Jin’s hand lingers on your face, but hesitantly begins to slip away. You watch the man above you, trying again to grasp at the vague memories that light up the depths of your mind, even as you sink further into velvety darkness.

“Tell Namjoon this makes us even.” Jin says.

“I’ll tell him, but you know it doesn’t.”

“He doesn’t get to judge me. Neither do you. I’m still your elder.”

Hoseok pauses in the doorway, cranes his head over his shoulder.

“This wouldn’t have happened back then. Namjoon wouldn’t have let it happen.”

You hear the shuffle of feet, as someone rushing forward suddenly, but it’s put to an abrupt halt. Hoseok’s face doesn’t change, still looking calmly behind him.

“Get out of my house, Hoseok.” When Jin’s voice comes again, it’s so much deeper, so much darker than you’ve ever heard it.

Hoseok smirks humorlessly and finally glances down at you. You waver, your sight darkening. Your hold around his neck is loosening despite your best efforts as you search his eyes, chasing that spark of familiarity.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl.”

You hum. He starts moving again, out the door, back down the hall, cradling you easily. Your neck lolls and you crane back to look into the room you’re leaving. Jungkook, standing next to Jin, Taehyung and Jimin behind them, still circled around the bed. All of them meet your eyes at once. Jin has one arm extended in front of Jungkook, who looks like he’s ready to fight, muscles tense and coiled, soft mouth curved into a frown. None of them look happy to see you go. None of them say anything as you keep moving, until the doorway swivels them out of sight and you start going down the stairs.

“Pretty girl.” You repeat to yourself. Hoseok doesn’t pay you any mind. You blink. The feeling fading from your limbs dissipates. Your eyes don’t reopen and instead you sink, body heavy, into an inky void.

It isn’t sleep that claims you, but something deeper. You let it have you for a time. The soft caress of nothingness that holds you tenderly. It’s nice. Until it breaks, like waves upon a shore made of neon.

Sweat, bodies bumping into you, the lingering taste of alcohol, universe spinning, bass thumping along with your heart. Your world is strobe lights and heavy air.

He’s watching you. You know he is. On the next beat, you make sure your hips swivel even harder, even more smoothly, your eyes half-lidded, bottom lip caught between your teeth. What would you do if he was up here with you, what thoughtless choices would you make? You need him to see what you’d do for him, what you’ll do if he keeps looking at you like that.

The music is so loud, it swallows up nearly everything, the whoops, the calling, the laughter from the drunk patrons. None of them have clearly defined faces. Their features melt and blend, sometimes too sharp and sometimes blurred entirely, but that’s okay. You’re not here for them. You’re here…you’re here for…

Your heart twists and you banish the pain that comes with that train of thought. You just need to dance. That’s it. You just need to dance.

As you turn, you hazard a brazen glance back to the bar. Back to the man watching your every move. Legs spread as he lounges on a barstool like he’s part of the scenery. He definitely appreciated that last swing, his mouth stretching into a dangerous grin. His tongue slips out to lick his teeth coyly, eyes dark. The man sitting next to him also casts a glance your way, a smirk pulling at his plush lips. Could you snag both of them? A thrill coasts through you as you consider the possibilities. He’s not the first one you’ve caught watching you. There’s a lot of handsome men out tonight. Where has the blonde disappeared off to? You can’t see him in the crowd. Not that it matters too much. Hands slide onto your waist, encouraging you into a feverish grind against firm hips, and you allow it, encourage it, make a scene out of it. You could take both of the two at the bar home, could take them anywhere, judging from their stares.

“You live around here?” A deep voice asks. It’s quiet, but it breaks through the noise easily, parts it like a stone in a brook.

“No.”

A hand leaves your waist to brush hair from your shoulder, lips nuzzle closer into the space underneath your jaw, murmuring against your neck.

“You come here often?”

“Never been here before.”

You’re responding easily enough, but you’re distracted by the men at the bar. The one you’ve focused on raises his eyebrows, cranes his head to his friend. You won’t pretend you catch everything he says. But you see him mouthing pretty girl.

…Hoseok? It’s Hoseok. Your stomach plummets, your universe tilts violently. Next to him, Namjoon makes an amused face, gesturing as he responds, but you lose everything he says.

You blink. Where are you? What are you doing? Why do you know this so well?

The deep-voiced stranger behind you chuckles, spins you around and suddenly you’re facing him. Blonde hair, purple eyes, killer grin.

“Came out all the way here just to dance? Or maybe just to stare at people?” he hums, tucking a finger under your jaw, still swaying with you to the music. His eyes are so intently focused on you, you can feel them burning underneath your skin. “Why?”

“That’s for me to know,” you purr, “And you to find out. If you wanted.”

You giggle flirtatiously, watching the strobe lights glance off his smirk, light up his hair. Why are you back here? What’s going on? Is this—is this a memory? Panic rises inside of you, curls, and even as you try to anchor yourself, try to calm down and keep a handle on everything, the memory flickers around you. The walls pulse, the music distorts. The patrons surrounding you on all sides flit in and out of existence, blurred, fading. Taehyungs head dips to your neck again, catching the flesh between his teeth with a brief nip. It hurts. It hurts, he’s broken skin, and you struggle backwards, except it doesn’t, and you don’t. You sigh, leaning into the teasing kiss he plants there.

“You don’t know the half of what I want,” he rumbles, thick.

You laugh again, and it echoes. The space is empty. The music is deafening. You can’t think, it’s so loud.

“Jin thinks she’s been hazed too much.”

Taehyung disappears from your grasp. You’re alone. And yet, there’s someone talking, pausing. You’re annoyed at it. Deeply.

“That’s what I said—the kids swear they didn’t take enough to cause any problems.”

The music stutters and halts, turning into some rap track. It’s much quieter, but you can still feel the bass. Your eyelids flutter and your nose scrunches as you slowly come back to reality. There’s cushion underneath you and the ambient sounds of gravel crunching all around, the whirr of an engine. And your head is splitting in half.

“Honestly, that’s gonna have to be up to you. I don’t know.”

You sit up with a quiet groan, pressing your palms to your eyes with a huff of pain. God, you have got the killer-est of migraines right now. Thank fuck it’s dark outside, but the flashes of streetlights are going to send you straight to your grave.

“Haha, I’ll take that bet. We’ll have to see.”

You peel your eyelids open with some effort, moving your hands to press to your temples, squinting blearily at your surroundings. You’re in the backseat of a car. Hoseok is driving, phone in one hand, other hand carelessly laid against the steering wheel. If he’s noticed that you’re up, he doesn’t show it. You almost gripe about him not paying enough attention to the road, but casting a glance out of the window tells you it’s probably either early as balls or late as hell. No one else is on the roads. You look at the dashboard. 2:30 AM. Figures.

“Yeah. Oh, yeah. Definitely. It should be worn off completely by then anyways.”

You glare disparagingly at the vampire in the front seat, frowning. God, does he have to talk so loudly? You shift again. Your body feels like if a garbage dump was a person. Your neck hurts, your chest hurts—sharp and painful. Your throat and all of your limbs are sore. You grunt as you scoot backwards in the seat. The downstairs is not too thrilled at the moment, either. You’ve really taken a beating.

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Yeah. No.” Hoseok chuckles. As you look up, you accidentally lock eyes with him through the rearview mirror. “No, I don’t think that’s too much. She can take it.”

A shiver runs through you, and he definitely catches on, his smirk growing.

“Yeah. We’ll meet you there.” He clicks the phone off and sets it down on the passenger’s seat before looking back up, briefly craning over the seat to flash a grin your way.

“Hello, hello, sleepyhead.”

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you huff, hoarse. “Maniac.”

“Aw, what’s the matter? Someone’s grumpy. You were all over me a little while ago.”

“Yeah, when I was brainwashed,” you snap back, crossing your arms and turning to face the window. “And now I have a raging headache.”

“Interesting choice of words. Raging.” His tongue slips over the word too smoothly and you hate him for it.

“Don’t you fucking think about it. Closed for business.”

“That’s new. Sounds to me like you were all sorts of open.”

“I—” Memories, fragments of them, flash in your mind, and your throat goes dry. Hands all over you, hushed whispers, murmurs; being used up and drained dry like a toy. You push it all down aggressively. “I wasn’t in my right mind.”

Hoseok laughs at that. “Right. Right. You were hazed.”

The way he says it, like it’s a flimsy excuse, has you balking, craning to pull a disbelieving face at him.

“Yeah! I was!”

He only chuckles. “How are you feeling?”

“You already asked me that.”

“Jin asked,” he corrects, careless, “And I’m asking again. Now that you’re ‘in your right mind’.”

“Everything hurts.”

“Everything?” You can hear the raise in his eyebrows. You elect to ignore it.

“I’ve got a headache.”

“You mentioned. Bad?”

“Bad enough I’m already sick of whatever you’ve got playing on the radio.”

“Don’t insult my musical tastes just because you made bad decisions this morning.”

You shift again, frowning out the window. “They weren’t my decisions.”

“Uh-huh.”

It’s quiet between the two of you for a second, you delving into a surly silence and him seemingly content with leaving you to marinate in it. You spot a neon sign saying something about waffles lighting up a sparsely populated parking lot and to your surprise, he starts to pull into it.

“Hungry?” you ask, incredulous. What are they even doing open at this time…? You’ve heard of 24/hr breakfast diners—but as far as you know, there’s never been one by where you lived.

Wait. Where you live?

“A little bit.”

The car jerks as he pulls up and puts it into park, unbuckling his seat belt.

Where do you live?...

God, it was almost there. It was almost there. You don’t even notice that he’s gotten out until the door you were leaning against opens and almost dumps you out onto the pavement.

“Not as much as Yoongi, though.” He’s still talking. You shuffle upwards, frowning at your surroundings as you dismount, trying not to wince as literally all of you complains in a chorus of aches. “Which is lucky for you.”

“Lucky me,” you echo sardonically, avoiding the hand he reaches out to help you to the door. You’ll stumble, thanks.

“It is.”

He takes your arm anyways, tugging you in close to himself, looking you over when you shoot a glare up at him.

“He probably would have pulled over on the side of the road if you were moaning in your sleep in his backseat.”

You freeze, mortified, meeting his eyes. Not a hint of a lie in his chocolatey depths. “…I wasn’t.”

“Oh, you were.” He pats your arm with his free hand, mouth stretching into a dopey grin, mockingly consoling. “Yeah.”

“No.”

“Like a pornstar. A lesser man wouldn’t have made it all this way.”

You roll your eyes, but let him lead you through the doors, cringing at the too-bright sound of the bell hung above them. As you could have guessed from the lack of cars outside, it’s not exactly crowded in here. One or two people, a group of clearly intoxicated youngsters—and a familiar face, seated at a booth tucked into the divider that splits the restaurant in two. Namjoon smiles at you, raising an arm to usher you over. Across from him, back towards you, you can see black hair. That must be Yoongi. He doesn’t turn around.

“That being said, if it’s my name you’re calling next time,” Hoseok’s voice has dropped into a low growl, lips barely moving as you both walk closer to the table. You can feel his breath hot against your ear. “I’ll be sure to give you something to moan about.”

Treacherous arousal skirts down your spine and straight to your crotch and you wince at the brief ache, refusing to look at him.

“Glad you could make it,” Namjoon says, eyes squishing upwards as his grin widens congenially. If he notices your mild discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Yoongi looks up as you come around the side, looking first to you, then Hoseok, then back to you. He prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue, nodding as a form of greeting. The circles under his eyes have gotten darker, and his hair looks almost ragged, unbrushed, hanging into his face. When he scoots inwards to allow you a seat, you can see his hand shaking for just a second. He looks sickly. The lights in here are too harsh, they hurt your eyes, make the thudding in your head all that much worse.

“It’s not like there’s traffic,” Hoseok snipes, but it’s comfortable, familiar. You shoot him a surprised look when he goes to sit next to you, encouraging you to shift closer to Yoongi, instead of joining Namjoon on the other side, but he only raises his eyebrows and makes shooing motions with his hand. You do what you can, but Yoongi doesn’t seem interested in moving and you end up thigh to thigh with him, smelling his gentle cologne, pressed to his forearm. Hoseok sprawls obnoxiously on the end of the seat, slinging an arm around the back and casting a pleased look about the table.

“Sounds like you’ve had an exciting morning,” Namjoon begins.

You hum noncommittally, trying to focus on monitoring your breathing. You know Yoongi can hear your heartbeat, know he can smell only god knows what on you. It’s then that you realize Namjoon’s got a milkshake in front of him, bright pink and chock full of strawberries, and there’s a basket of fries sitting next to the drinks menu on the end of the table. Forget what Yoongi can smell, because you catch a whiff of them and your stomach coils painfully, an embarrassing growl sounding in your gut. They smell perfect. Delicious. Your mouth waters.

“Oh!” Namjoon blinks, pushing them towards you. “Yeah, here, we got these for you. Jin said you’d probably be hungry.”

Despite the eager expression on his face, you hesitate.

“…Are you sure? You don’t want any?” you ask quietly.

“Not hungry for fries.” Yoongi mumbles, hoarse. You aren’t going to look at him.

“That’s really cute, actually,” Hoseok scoffs with a smile, shaking his head. “’You don’t want any’.”

“All for you, baby. Go ahead.”

On the one hand, you wish you could say you were patient and diligent with this unconventional gift. But in reality, you nearly grabbed a handful of fried potato goodness and stuffed it down your maw with all the ferocity of a half-starved bear. You eat like it’s going out of style, reveling in the overly greasy saltiness of the fries and the sweetness of the shake, and when it’s finally over, basket empty, glass drained, you sink back into your seat with a heavy, contented sigh. The lights are still blaring but the dull ache in your head is at least helped with some food.

“Better?” It’s with an embarrassed feeling that you realize everyone at the table has been watching you eat intently, but the smile on Namjoon’s face is nothing but deeply pleased.

“…Yes. Thank you.” You finally mumble, quiet.

“Anytime.”

“You really were hungry, huh?”

“For something besides cock.” Yoongi pipes in again, under his breath, and this time, it catches you by enough surprise that you flit over to meet his stare. “It sounds like you’ve had more than your fill of that lately, hm?” he clarifies, low. You flush. His tongue flits out to drag across his lips, studying the way you turn away quickly.

You look instead to Namjoon, hoping he’ll chastise his comrade or at least turn the conversation to something else, but his eyes have darkened, his smile unwavering.

“That’s okay,” he says, tone dipping into deceptively calm waters. “It’s hard to resist Jin’s boys. Even after you’ve been told to stay away.”

“I—”your voice catches in your throat. “I was hazed.”

“Yeah?” He blinks, still smirking. His head cocks.

You cast a disbelieving glance around the table. Hoseok only offers you a raise of his eyebrows and Yoongi’s eyes are busy trailing up your body at a snail’s pace. He’s not listening to your words. You have got to stop looking at him—everytime you do, a shiver crawls down your spine and you have to resist the urge to shift your thighs away from him. You turn back to Namjoon.

“So I had no control over any of it!” you clarify, lowering your voice when a waitress passes by. “It’s not like I could just break out of it. I didn’t have any say in what happened.”

Namjoon chuckles, craning forwards to rest his elbows on the table. He takes a breath like he’s explaining simple concepts to a child, watching some indeterminate point in space to his left. “Like mind control. Is that what you think haze is?”

“…obviously?”

His eyes flit to meet yours again and your stomach goes into free fall. “If we could control every human being like that, twist them in ways they didn’t want, command what we need from them, why are we starving?”

Now that gives you pause. You think of Jungkook. Of Yoongi. You can’t say you’ve thought about it—not that you’ve had time to. It doesn’t make sense, you guess, but…?

“I—I don’t…”

“Take a steak knife from the silverware holder.” Namjoon’s haze is light, almost sweet, but it swirls about your skin just the same, fills your lungs with stardust. Immediately, you reach for a knife, curling your fingers around the handle. You aren’t sure what you’re doing with it, but you’ve got it now. Everything is as it should be. You immediately relax.

“Put your other hand on the table, palm up.”

It’s already done. You blink, looking down at your hand, faintly mesmerized by the way the overhead light plays off the lines in your skin. Something, something sour, curls in your belly. Vaguely, you’re aware of the soft snicker to your right. Yoongi. What is he laughing for?

“Raise the knife a little higher.”

Why is your stomach coiling? You’ve broken out into a cold sweat. Your hands are starting to tremble. There’s something wrong. Something wrong?

“Hold it over your palm.”

“P-please.” You stammer. What for? What is this feeling? There’s panic building inside you so intense your legs are restless, your chest is beginning to rise and fall rapidly with harshening breaths. It’s not you speaking, but it’s your voice that leaves your lips, frantic. “Please, Namjoon, please, don’t—”

Your hand tingles, your fingers twitch.

“When I say ‘now’,” he’s still talking, evenly, smoothly, “Bring the knife down. Hard. Push it through the table. Understand?”

You’re shaking so hard it’s visible, tears building up in your eyes and coursing down your cheeks when you blink, confused. Your breathing is shuddery now, on the verge of sobs and there is screaming in your head again.

“Of cour-of cour—ple-please, Nam—of course,” your teeth are chattering.

“Ready?”

You take a huge gulp of air, vision spinning, chest heaving; what is going on with you? Maybe you’ll be okay once he says the word. Once you do as he says. A hand curls around your wrist, pinning your hand to the table more firmly, even as it convulses, twitches. Hoseok. He’s helping you. That’s nice. But you’re still crying. Another hand, hesitant, slipping across your thigh. Dangerous, feather light. Yoongi.

“Ready?” he echoes, rasping into your ear.

You nod. Except you don’t. Your head is shaking fervently ‘no’. A whimper escapes your throat and you almost vibrate right out of your seat.

“Now.”

You scream. You’re sobbing. Shaking, every muscle in your body drawn painfully tight, legs seizing. You can’t see, you’re crying so hard, and you can feel the drops on your arm, dripping down your chin. Your teeth are clenched to the point that you’re not far from breaking them, head bowed, shoulders taut.

A second, two, pass.

Oxygen rushes through your lungs when you finally let go of the breath you were holding, sucking in air with gasping sobs that wrack your entire frame. Forcefully, you open your right hand, the handle of the knife sliding from your grasp and falling to the table with a clatter that sounds too loud, too deafening, even in competition with the sound of your weeping. You curl forward, pulling your free arm into your chest, still shuddering violently.

“Do you get it?” Namjoon murmurs.

Your mind whirls, skin prickling, shivering.

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“You fucker,” you spit, suddenly filled with white-hot rage. You jump to stand, but Yoongi’s hand on your thigh and Hoseok’s hand on your wrist both flex with inhuman strength, forcing you back down. You shoot daggers at Namjoon through the tears, teeth bared.

“You didn’t do it,” he answers himself, scooting forward again. “Because I can’t make you do it.”

“You almost made me stab myself?!” your voice rises in pitch, angry. “To prove a point?!”

“You can’t keep hiding behind haze. We’re gonna break you out of that habit now.” He returns, even. His hand comes too fast towards you and he grips your chin, pursing your lips. His grin is feral this time. You flinch to raise your other arm towards him, unsure if you’re going to push him away or punch him, but Yoongi catches it with his free hand, pulling it back to your side. You’re rendered completely immobile.

“One, it can’t put you in direct danger. And two, when it clashes with something you really don’t want to do? It breaks.” Namjoon licks his lips and snarls through a smirk, nose scrunching, eyes unblinking as they bore through yours. He relinquishes your face, sitting back in the booth, but the two on either side of you don’t let go of your wrists.

Namjoon relaxes, his face smoothing back into something less threatening, brows flitting upwards.

“So,” he continues, low. “When you’re a slut, baby, you have to understand that it’s because you’re a slut. Nothing we could do to you would change that.”

“Fuck you,” you grit out through your teeth.

“Only if you begged nicely.”

“Are we talking fucking now?” Yoongi pipes up, his voice heavy. He sounds weirdly…restless. Excited. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

“I know, right?” Hoseok agrees in a mumble. You feel Yoongi lean in and you twitch to move away, but you’re trapped between the two men, their grips on your wrists tightening and Yoongi’s other hand stroking, petting, against your thigh.

A huff of surprise leaves you when you feel his breath on your cheek, then something hot and slimy. You struggle, but he drags his tongue up your cheek, tasting your tears.

“So scared,” he hums, smacking.

“You don’t really think we’d hurt you, do you?” Hoseok adds. You glance at him, feeling your gut churn at the way his eyes are blown wide, the impatient way he licks his lips. “You don’t really think we’d put a hole in your pretty little hand?”

Yoongi groans, scooting closer. “God, but what would it be like to jack off with it?” he growls. His hand becomes more bold, circling further up your leg, and the teasing brushes send shivers through your body. The adrenaline from your fear hasn’t worn off yet, leaving you skittish and wired—but Yoongi and Hoseok panting into your ears, Yoongi’s long fingers drifting further and further to your bare cunt, separated only by the hoodie…His thumb drags through the fabric and meets your clit on the way, and you jolt, breath catching.

“A weird thought, but okay.” Hoseok scoffs. He shifts to be closer, so that you’re now sandwiched between them, half-bare legs pressed to theirs, wrists caught in their grip.

“I’m so hungry,” Yoongi says in a conspiratorial whisper, catching your earlobe between his teeth. “I could drain you right from your cunt and fuck the corpse.”

His hand works your clit underneath the table, too desperate to be steady, too feverish to give you a rhythm, but still it builds arousal in your belly, begins to soak through the hem of the hoodie.

“That didn’t take long, did it?” he muses, feeling for the wetness gathering with his fingertips. You flush, embarrassed, angry, and open your mouth to argue, to demand he stop, but you falter when he leans towards the marks on your neck.

“Well, now we’ve got that out of the way,” Namjoon continues suddenly. Yoongi inhales deeply at your skin like Jungkook had, tongue slipping out to press kitten licks against the bites. The arousal that slams through you, that travels straight from top to bottom, sends your legs into spasm, humping once at the hand still sloppily rubbing at your core. You gasp, sucking in a breath.

“I wanted to talk house rules.”

Hoseok tugs at your hand, and your palm meets something hard and hot. Looking in shock, you can see his cock, yanked out of his boxers, through his unzipped jeans, within clear view of anyone who might walk past if not for the meager modesty of the table. He curls your fingers around him and you make the mistake of then glancing up to meet his eyes. His eyebrow flits upwards, grinning widely, his tongue passing over his teeth.

“Pay attention when someone’s talking,” he chastises, thick.

Yoongi laps at your wounds again and you can’t help but make a fist, stroking Hoseok once. He fucks into your hand smoothly, lithely, hips rippling like they were made of water, eyes never leaving yours.

“You haven’t shown up as a missing person yet, so if you want to go outside, I don’t mind—just take one of us with you. For safety.”

You yelp when Yoongi bites down, hard, and you almost wish it didn’t send such a strong pulse of want through you, didn’t make your back arch, toes curl.

“If you’re hungry or tired, y’know, just tell one of us. The blood situation out here is really bad; we do genuinely want to take care of you. No one wants you hurt.”

“Except you,” Hoseok chides, still staring at you. “You seem fine with it.”

“My kind of girl,” Yoongi growls, catching your skin again and you whimper, gyrating against him.

“I really want you to get well. Honest. If we can just use you temporarily, just until everyone isn’t starving, I promise we’ll let you go after. You have my word.”

You look to Namjoon. He’s still talking as though you’re in any state to answer him, still so genuine. The only indication he gives that he’s aware of what’s going on is when Yoongi tears himself away from you with a grunt.

“Namjoon.” He says, heavy. It’s almost a plea.

“Go ahead.” Is his answer.

Namjoon leans forward again, tucks his chin into his thumbs, watches you steadily past his entwined fingers, as Yoongi relinquishes your hand, turns, and kicks his legs out, suddenly sliding beneath the table. You don’t have time to process what’s happening before you feel slender hands returning to your thighs, shoving your knees apart. Strands of hair dance teasingly over your legs, the hoodie thrust up and out of the way. Teeth nip at your inner thighs, soothe the brief pinpricks with saccharine kisses, travelling up to your core. You shudder, chest heaving, trying to scoot away in anticipation. Your free hand dashes beneath the table, intending to push him away, but Hoseok is quicker. He snatches your wrist away just as Yoongi finally makes contact with your pussy, pressing a lingering kiss against your center. You keen, attempting to cut off the loudest of it, hands curling.

They aren’t doing this in the middle of a restaurant. But the slow blink Namjoon serves you as Yoongi slurps headily at your clit, as Hoseok fucks your palm, tells you a different story.

It’s mortifying, how quickly your orgasm builds, even as you struggle and jerk limply against Hoseok’s hold on your arms, Yoongi’s grip on your thighs.

“You still haven’t told me that you don’t want this,” Namjoon points out.

“Because she does, right? God, she loves it. Center of fucking attention,” Hoseok pants, chuckles into your ear when you flinch, biting back another moan.

“It could stop if you did. If you told me to stop. I’d tell them to stop. We leave you here. We go home. Easy.”

Yoongi groans against you, licking a long stripe through your wetness, sucks a swollen lip into his mouth and nibbles it. You’re gasping, humming, shivering and rolling, the wire inside you pulling dangerously taut. But still you bite your lip, defiant. You don’t meet Namjoon’s eye, staring blankly at the table as your high mounts.

“But let me fucking clear. You answer to me from now on. You don’t fuck anyone unless I say so. You don’t let anyone feed from you unless I say so.”

Yoongi’s slender fingers press experimentally against your cunt, swirling with his tongue, and you almost seize when he finally slides one, another, into your heat, fucking with all the same desperation as he licks and sucks.

Hoseok releases the hand not around his cock and it flies to Yoongi’s hair, curling around the strands. The garbled oath he utters when you tug lightly encourages another gush of arousal from you, which he diligently suckles up. You feel fingers on your chin again, forcing your head up, and finally you’re made to look Namjoon in the face. He hasn’t moved, and you can’t see his mouth, but his eyes are bottomless, hungry.

“You don’t cum until he says so, either, pretty girl,” Hoseok coos, flexing his hand around your chin. “Get it?”

There’s no way you can hold it off, you’re already climbing, but the subtle threat in Namjoon’s gaze has you trying to pull back, trying to deny the rush crawling up through your toes, your legs.

“P-please,” you plead, finally, hushed.

“Tell me what you are. Are you brainwashed?” He returns affably.

Yoongi is attacking your clit like a man possessed, sucking, rolling with his tongue, scissoring his fingers, Hoseok still panting and murmuring expletives through his teeth. You shiver, but shake your head.

“N-no.”

“No what?”

“No s-sir?” you try again, desperate.

“Better. What are you, baby? Tell me.”

Your eyes are threatening to roll back in your head. “A, a slut, sir,” you stammer.

“Good. Good girl.” He nods, once, satisfied. “Yoongi.”

The head between your legs disengages from your core with a soggy sounding ‘pop’ and a gasp of air.

“Fuck,” he snarls, hoarse, steadying himself with sticky fingers on your thighs, “Thank fucking god.”

“You’ll want to gag her.”

Hoseok obediently slips his hand from your chin to cover your mouth just before pain suddenly explodes from the inside of your thigh, followed by a pleasure so intense, so deep, your back arches violently, chest heaving, legs snapping shut and trapping Yoongi’s head between them. He begins to suck and though your screech is thankfully muffled mostly by Hoseok’s palm, it’s still so incredibly loud, rushing through your ears, as your orgasm finally, finally¸ washes over you, setting every limb aflame. Your vision goes white, hips gyrating, still clutching at Hoseok’s dick even as his swearing cuts off into grunts and you feel him fumbling on the table for something.

Yoongi feeds from you fervently, grunting and humming and whining through his nose, and you can almost feel him swallowing; every time another mouthful of your blood is pulled from your veins, your pleasure spikes, keeping you high, keeping your limbs filled with cotton, your eyes filled with stars.

“Yoongi.”

Namjoon repeats himself when his first call is ignored. “Yoongi. Stop.”

He disconnects from you after a beat, teeth retracting with a slick noise. He laves his tongue over the wound, panting headily.

“Five more fucking minutes,” he murmurs into your skin, distraught. “Five more minutes, fuck, it isn’t enough.” “I know it isn’t. But she’ll be with us long enough to recover, won’t she?”

The afterglow, the shame, sinks in slowly. Yoongi is still kissing and licking, hand fondling your thigh absently. Hoseok removes your limp wrist from his lap, folding a soiled napkin and crumpling it in his fist before tucking his softened cock back into his trousers.

He crows playfully. “I hope so,” he replies, grinning. “She’s a lot of fun.”

“Won’t she?” Namjoon repeats. You’re trying to catch your breath back, subdue the sparks that still jitter through your limbs, make sense of what just happened, what you just agreed to.

“Y-yeah,” you manage finally, hushed. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Your headache is gone.

Previous Masterlist Next

#bts vampire au #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #reader x yoongi #reader x namjoon #reader x hoseok #moth to flame #SORRY ITS LATE I LOVE U GUYS LMAO #its way longer than i thought it would be #:P #I will update links! LATER!

481 notes · View notes

imagine-your-love-story · 4 years

Note

here's a free pass to gush about whichever f/o you'd like! enjoy!

NO WAY

THIS IS LIKE CHRISTMAS IN JUNE!!!!! WOOOOO!!!!

okayokayokay look i gotta just gush about my man Benny for a bit because I’ve been missing him lately. My dude, my guy, my cuddle bear 😍😍😍 (Do you SEE that little DIMPLE in his cheek when he smiles all soft and sweet?!?!? DO YOU SEE IT??? DO YOU HEAR ME ScrEEcHInG)

First of all, he’s a side character. So he only gets a handful of episodes. (Pain. Agony.)

Second, he’s killed in the series. TWICE. I see my man die on my screen with my own two eyes, not just once, but

TWO TIMES

R U D E.

So, basically, he’s a vampire who escaped Purgatory and despite the blood hunger he struggles with on a daily basis, he still manages to be clean and stick to a regular human lifestyle and BE GOOD. *brb crying into my pillow*

What I love about my lil’ Southern biscuit is that he is so calm and gentle (which is totally a pattern in my male f/os and I might have a TypeTM NO REGRETS) despite everyone thinking him a monster because of what he is. He’s a big dude, too, which only adds to the potential for his intimidation.

His loyalty runs bone deep, to his battle brother Dean, to the ladylove he waited to see again for YEARS. He’s steady and reliable and clear-headed. He has some sailing experience which I think is SO COOL (former pirate and now vampire - y’all I’m in love with a vampire pirate I can’t even) and he’s really good in the kitchen. He was raised on homestyle Southern cooking and he absolutely keeps me stocked in beignets yumyum.

AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN

I love the way he talks???? Like he doesn’t skimp on generous uses of “darling” and “sweetheart” in his smooth, easy-going Southern accent and it makes me WEAK I tell you, W E A K.

Also, another thing I love about Benny: the only time he uses his size to his advantage is in a fight when he (or someone else) is physically threatened. Which is a BIG thing in my book.

In real life, I would not really be that comfortable around a guy Benny’s size. His personality would be fine. But his physical build would put me on edge.

I’m a fairly small girl and in my experience, most guys Benny’s size and stature get a kick out of manhandling girls like me because it’s “funny” or “sexy” or something???? idk. Just don’t f’ing touch me. (I am not a nice person when someone puts their hands on me without my consent y’all)

But Benny doesn’t overpower other people for fun. It’s only when necessary. Otherwise, he’s very soft spoken, patient, and trustworthy. And I really, really appreciate that.

Bonus points for the best bear hugs in the universe. I mean come on, he would just SMOTHER me in affection and I would LOVE EVERY SECOND OF IT.

okay and thE LAST THING is the CLOTHES HE WEARS for pete’s sake let a girl catch her bREATH

That soft thin white shirt? A+. Good content. Very huggable.

And then he has this old-fashioned cap that I just really love??

and then the PEACOAT UGH *FAINTS* all I want is Benny to pull me into his coat and wrap us both in it and button it up and it would be so WARM AND SOFT AND SMELL LIKE BISCUITS AND THE SEA ! ! ! ! !

Anyway.

My man Benny is the best teddy bear. 🥰

#asks #Anonymous #penny chats #MORE LIKE PENNY GUSHES FOR TEN YEARS #bless you for sending this lovely message!

14 notes · View notes

syngprk · 4 years

Note

all the magical items

Trident: Who are your favorite people?

“Mainly, my girl squad: Josie, Aya, and Noelle. Shoutout to Axel, too, for always making my tattoos amazing and tolerating me for so long as well.” @josephinecelia-r @rebelgirl-aya @jolie-noelle-in-nyc @axelbates

Lightning Bolt: What are your top three favorite movies?

"Moulin Rouge instantly popped up in there. The colors, chaotic melodrama, colorful, musical theatrics of it all just UGH, yes! And the main leads? My bisexual self lives. I saw Birds of Prey recently and I got to say, I loved it. Does that count so far? I’m terrible with picking these things. Okay, okay, number three would have to be-- Maybe Spirited Away. That movie always both calms and fascinates me which I find is a nice dynamic to experience.”

Sun Chariot: What is your favorite mythological creature?

“Everyone loves themselves a sexy vampire. Do they not?”

Lyre: What are your top three favorite songs?

“Don’t. Do. This. To. Me.”

Caduceus: What is your favorite color?

“Deep rich reds.”

Aegis: What is your favorite book or series?

“I’m not much of a reader, but I did like that one Harry Potter book I read before. Don’t ask which one, please, I can’t remember.”

Scythe: What is your favorite tv show?

“I have a soft spot for the original Dream High. It’s a Korean show I’m sure most of you haven’t heard of but it’s a gem.”

Bident: What is your favorite way to spend free time?

“Doing whatever my heart desires at that exact moment.”

Harpe: What are your top 3 favorite places?

“Top is a tie between Honjae-dong and Seoul City. Up next, it’s New York City, of course~. Then-- Vegas? Vegas or maybe San Francisco. I always need places with high energy and lots of fun stuff to do.”

Cornucopia: What is your favorite place to eat?

“Paulie Gee’s with the best pizza in the world or Woorijip when I’m feeling nostalgic for some good Korean food.”

Winged Sandals: What is your favorite thing to do when you hangout with your friends?

“Go out dancing!”

Golden Fleece: What is your favorite animal?

“Panthers. Really any big cat, but I don’t know... Panthers just seem so powerful and chic and also huggable.”

#.a #a.anonymous #.headcanon

3 notes · View notes

thebellamybarnesarchive · 4 years

Photo

The fae spirits want our townsfolk to do something silly...and so they do!

Feat: @thebellamybarnes, @lyn-nichols, @wolfontheloose, @mayarparker, @colettescoven

Bella knelt by the edge of the fountain, looking forlorn at her nails as a few acrylics had chipped off, her normal nail beneath rather plain looking. “This really isn’t fair,” she told the bat spirit that giggled in a way she knew could not possibly come from any real bat. “Stupid thing,” she muttered as she once more began to scrub at the fountain, told by her fae that it was apparently her job to clean the thing. Her Gucci jeans were ruined and she had scuffed her Alaia heels to death moving around the thing. It really didn’t look any cleaner.

"Bells!" Lyn shouted the name, feeling like though they still barely knew each other, she could recognize that blonde head anywhere. She sprinted forward, boots thunking heavily against the sidewalk, the snake wrapped, scarf-like, around her throat giving a displeased hiss at being so jostled about. "Hey!" She almost skidded to a stop next to the blonde, fit to burst with things to say. "Bells! Hey, what's up!?"

Looking up as her name was called she breathed a sigh of relief at the momentary escape from cleaning. Honestly she liked the nickname, she loved any kind of nickname that was offered to her but her friends when she was human had called her Belle so anything akin felt very familiar. “Lyn,” she smiled, brushing her wet hands off on her jeans, half her nails missing by now. “Cleaning, apparently I have to get this fountain clean, but it’s basically left me exposed to whatever everyone else’s fae have wanted them to do. One guy was running around pulling everyone’s hair, it hurt,” Bella pouted, taking the chance to rub her head. “I’m glad you and your fae seem to be getting on,” she noted, gesturing to the rainbow snake as the bat she had tried to tug her hands back to cleaning with the claws at the end of it’s wings.

"Cleaning?" Lyn's contorted facial expression showed her obvious distaste for the idea. "Oh... Your bat is an asshole, I'm so sorry, it's so cute." Lyn pouted at the pink-winged animal, confused as to how something so cool looking could be trying to get Bellamy to do something so awful. "I just have to speak truth!" Lyn said, giving her snake a little pat on it's triangle-shaped head with her fingertips. "Doesn't even have to be my truth!!" And then, as if on cue, a voice in her ear, sibilant and gentle, and her face fell. "Oh, Bells." Lyn launched herself downward, arms wrapping around the blonde, squeezing tight, once, twice, three times, and then, after a pause, a fourth. "Four hugs. Just for now! You'll get more later!"

“It is an arsehole, I really liked bats before now,” Bella acknowledged before looking to the snake enviously. “The truth? You don’t seem like a liar...,” she rolled off, not completely understanding at first. When Lyn continued she was slightly confused, though before she could ask what she meant she suddenly felt slender arms wrapped around her petite form. “Four hugs?” She questioned, feeling each gentle squeeze. Even in confusion she was comforted, she was kind of an affectionate person and until people got to know her she didn’t usually like to overwhelm them. “I do? Do we have plans? I mean, I’m down for anything that isn’t cleaning this thing but what why hugs?”

Lyn bit her lips shut, brows knit together. It had been a couple hours since she'd woken to find the fae-spirit in her fruit bowl, and she'd gotten a few answers from the snake, but little in the way of actual explanation. "Okay," She said, hands held up in a defensive position, "I know how this sounds, trust me, but the snake... It tells me things." Yeah, she sounded... well... It wasn't good, but considering Bella had chipped her nails off scrubbing a fountain, Lyn could at least assume she'd get a little more sympathy than if she was the only one suffering. "It's uhm... Things I don't think people normally talk about... Like uhm... Your mom."

Bellamy rose her brows, looking to the snake as she said it told her things. Very shady, immediately reminding the ex-Catholic of the story of Eve and the snake but deciding that likely whatever the snake was whispering was not quite the same, after all the bat was telling Bellamy things. Mostly one thing but it was quite communicative though no one else seemed to hear it. "My mother?" she asked, the title alone showing their emotional distance. "I suppose I don't really talk about my Mother, she's not really worth -" But then the hug thing clicked and Bella looked down at Lyn's hands rather than her face. "Oh," she let out, scrunching up her face. "Well I appreciate the hugs, you definitely don't have to count them though, we'll hug more than are countable, I promise," Bella smiled softly in the hopes Lyn wouldn't feel so badly for her. "I'm much more inclined to hug than she is. Plus you're entirely huggable," she grinned more firmly, lips tight but smile wide.

"My dad sucks." Lyn said quickly, "So like. I get it, kinda." There was a flash of something in her features then, delicate and wounded, "And uhm... If I'm being honest I miss him. I don't... I don't tell people that. I don't tell anyone that actually. But... I can tell you." She said with a nod. Still frowning Lyn got down to her knees near Bella, picking up one of the brushes her vampire friend (could she say friend yet? she hoped so...) was using to clean. "Think I can help?" She asked, curiously glancing at the bat as though she needed it's permission to help.

Bella was going to ask for some kind of secret in return, nothing large since she presumed the snake only told her that her mother had not hugged her much, and likely not why but Lyn offered herself up and Bella allowed the grin to soften. "I should probably miss my Mother but I don't, I mean, maybe I do, but I just don't miss her how most people probably do. It's hard to miss someone you never really got to be affectionate with," she offered, reaching up and attempting to hold Lyn's hand however awkwardly from where she was. "So, if your Dad sucks but you miss him, then maybe he did some things worth missing," Bellamy smiled as Lyn knelt down with her. "You can...?" she rolled off, looking to the bat whose eyes were on the snake. "I think you can, you should tell me some other secrets the snake has told you though, fun ones. Is anyone doing anything shady in town? Because I definitely think the witch that owns the florist is getting around this town," she asked, offering Lyn one of the brushes as she began to gently clean the stone.

Lyn blinked rapidly at Bella's words about her father, another secret of hears threatening to make itself known without the words even getting a voice. Damn, she could be a big fucking crybaby sometimes. She refused to let it show, though, squeezing Bella's fingers as the other woman reached for her hand before joining her to clean the fountain. She took the offered brush, and followed her friend's lead, scrubbing gently. "Oh, please," Lyn said, relieved by the offer, "I've been trying to keep them in but... I wanted to trust you so...I'll tell you." She glanced up from the spot she'd been gently buffing clean, a twinkle in her eye, "You're totally right. This town, and the next one."

"I've been trying not to clean, the bat just starts screeching in my ears," she offered up as her own reason for being there and being in such a mess. It made sense Lyn was doing her best to keep them in but wasn't quite able to. "So hopefully your snake isn't quite so annoying when you resist," Bellamy said. "You can definitely trust me, I won't tell a soul. Admittedly I'm a huge gossip but not about family or like big emotional stuff, only about cute romance-y stuff or like when people do adorable things. I'm really bad at not saying when people have done something cute, even if they're embarrassed by it. Like I will tell everyone you head banged pixies out of your hair, it's too adorable not to tell people," she explained as she cleaned, before her eyes went wide. "The next one too? Damn. First I was suspicious and now I'm just plain impressed."

"Preeeeetty sure it's been threatening to strangle me by wrapping around my shoulders like this, but I'm trying not to dwell on it." Lyn said with a shrug. Bella bringing up Lyn's desperate fight for survival made her laugh, and she reached up with a free hand to stifle the sudden noise, "Please do, because it was kind of badass." She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, face scrunched up, and then shook her head, thinking better of admitting her own secret in favor of listening to the snake at her ear for another one. "There's a barista at the coffee shop who's dating... Ke-" She paused, frowning at the name, asking the snake for clarification, "Wait, who? Oh, Keiran. Nooo idea who that is. Oooh, Keiran is the owner of the coffee shop. Scandal."

"Wow, subtle but obviously effective," Bella chuckled, rubbing the fountain with one of the brushes. It was nice to see Lyn in a situation that, though partially threatening was not actively scary. "Oh definitely, worthy of mentioning, total bad arse move. You'll be walking into the Den terrifying all the werewolves there in no time," she grinned, knowing that even if Lyn didn't know any werewolves the Den was an old enough spot and known enough location she'd definitely know of it and the reputation it had. "Wow, people really are getting around. At least Kieran and the barista are exclusive, presumably, poor barista if not, but the whole boss/employee thing is probably fun. I've only ever flirted with one employee, but there wasn't really a boss/employee thing to it. How about you? Will the snake compel you to tell me you've been into your boss before?"April 25, 2020

The mention of werewolves had Lyn biting her tongue again, and she focused instead on scrubbing away a stubborn spot of what could have been leftover graffiti. "Hhmm, maybe, if that were a thing that happened." Lyn said, shrugging a shoulder, "Had a mild crush on one of my professors, but never my boss." She gave the snake a little glance, reached up to skim her hand over the smooth, dry scales, and felt it shift a little tighter. "I met one of my neighbors, he's a hot werewolf." Lyn said, wondering if she could keep up with small admittances to appease her spirit.

"Oh, professor, what did you go to college for?" Bellamy asked, she'd never even finished high school, rather she got her GED once she became a vampire. It hadn't affected things work wise, she had people with degrees to advise her. "Oh yeah? They're all hot to me, literally and physically," she grinned, nudging Lyn, not quite noticing the way that the snake was toying with her. "You should like strategically plan going outside in robes, like 'oh no, my food came faster than the delivery said and I didn't have time to dress'," Bella feigned a dramatic innocent tone. "What's he look like?"

"IT," Lyn said, "Not nearly as impressive as my doctor brother, but I like it." Lyn grinned at Bella's playful nudge, though she did try to make a mental note to maybe see if Ryden had any werewolf friends she might like. The vampire's suggestion made her snicker, and Lyn shook her head wildly, "Not a chance in hell." She pressed, still trying not to laugh at the idea of her throwing herself at Ryden like that. "He's not.. I don't want to..." She couldn't quite get her words in the right order, and settled for shaking her head before going on to explain, "He's like... stupidly, unfairly hot. Nice accent, fuck ton of tattoos?"

"Any chance your doctor brother is a werewolf?" Bellamy snorted a laugh, presuming Lyn's brother was not in town and most certainly not a werewolf. "Come on! I could lend you so many lace robes," Bella pouted, and with a form like Lyn's she had no doubt it would work because while both petite Lyn had a lot more going on upstairs, Bella rarely wore a bra because it was so unnecessary. Still stupid, unfairly hot sounded like a lot of wolves in Bella's opinion, but once a little more came she immediately let out a giggle, biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning too widely as excitement came over her. "Oh my god, Ryden," she said, which meant she'd let go of her bottom lip and the beaming amused grin came. "Your neighbour is British, yeah? Has a motorbike he calls Princess? Please say yes so I can definitely get you a robe to totally fuck up his whole life with, the poor puppy."

"No, why wo-" Lyn caught up half a second too late, and curled her nose up, "Nope. Not allowed. You're way too cool for my brother." She spoke matter of factly, leaving no room for argument. Also she was pretty sure that he'd get so nervous in Bella's presence that he'd walk directly into a wall. Smooth was not really something either of them had managed to master, Lyn was just better at hiding it behind a wall of ridiculousness. At the mention of her neighbor's name, Lyn's jaw dropped, and she stared over at the vampire, disbelieving, "Oh my god, yes!! Holy shit, you know him? Oh my god, okay, of course you know him." She rolled her eyes, somehow it seemed only fitting that the two were at least friends, if not more, "Oh my god, no robes, why are you like this?" Lyn was laughing too hard to focus on the cleaning now. "What about you? Surely there are about fifty hapless suitors trailing after you everywhere you go, yeah?"

"I mean, I promise I'm less cool than I seem, but I'll keep away from your brother," Bella assured her, watching as Lyn quickly agreed that Ryden was her neighbour. "Yeah, I've actually known him a while, he's the employee I flirted with, I still flirt with him, I mean, you've met him, he's a flirty guy," she reasoned of her connection to Ryden. They were definitely more than that though, more than people who had flirted. "He's my puppy, though not much of a puppy anymore, he's like my best friend," she explained, smiling more gently. She did get a bit concerned, she knew Ryden, knew his past about his ex, and while Ryden was totally available to be friends with and sleep with and even share emotional sides of yourself with he was by no means ready to date, but maybe Lyn wasn't either. She was young and gorgeous, why would she want to settle down? "I actually moved here a while ago because my last boyfriend and I were really close, he actually asked me to turn him but...he had kids and it became pretty obvious he'd lose a lot of time with them if he stayed with me so...it's been hard to get over him. Ryden actually really helped, he wants to break his kneecaps in but he's a good friend," Bella explained, running her hands over her thighs. "I did, uh...kind of fool around with this guy I met at a bar, but not sure it's an onslaught of suitors quite yet."

Lyn nodded at Bella's description, no doubt in her mind that Ryden was the sort who could chat up anyone he wanted and get them blushing under all that attention. "Exactly," Lyn said, as though that exact description was proving a point she hadn't made out loud. Lyn's brows knit together, and she reached out, setting her hand on Bellamy's. Lyn, as much as she was trying to immerse herself in this town, in this life, was still a human, and there were times that she could forget that the usual relationship bullshit took on a thousand different layers in a place like this. She parted her lips, ready to apologize, to try and offer any words of condolence she might have built up, but then came that voice again, the quiet hiss in her ear that somehow formed words she could understand. "Kemper... He's afraid of snakes," She said with a grin, reaching up to give her scaly friend a little rub along the chin. "Like, super scared."

Lyn didn't quite say much about Ryden and she hoped she hadn't made the girl feel awkward about her connection to him. They'd slept together, presumably what she'd said implied that, but Bella loved Ryden in a way that she couldn't quite describe, perhaps because her family had never been one for the feeling, but also because there were so many layers to it. "You should definitely flirt with him the next time you're both...on your lawns or whatever, he's really fun. Plus you're both huge bad arses." However when she suddenly said Kemper Bella leaned in, "snakes? That's...amusing, especially since you kind of have one," she chuckled. "You know Kemper though? I didn't even say his name..."

"Trust me, I already flirted with him over our shared stray cat, I've done my civic duty," She teased, sticking her tongue out at Bella in the hopes of appeasing her friend. And as much as she'd been focused on their earlier conversation, their mutual friend the hot werewolf, Lyn couldn't help but feel like she noticed something renewed in Bella's interest as she moved in closer. "I think my uh, companion, is a little offended by his dislike, honestly." Lyn shook her head, side-eying the snake as she explained, "No. Never met the guy, never heard his name before. I just... y'know... It's telling me things... Things I shouldn't know... Probably don't have any right to know..."

"It is a citizens duty to flirt with Ryden, I could see that," she smiled, glad it seemed Lyn was fine, even if it didn't quite sound like she was sure she'd flirt with the cute werewolf boy next door. That was an amazing cliche movie waiting to happen and Bella needed to watch it. "I'd feel more sympathetic for our fae friends if they were actually friendly themselves," Bellamy shrugged, likely not to use snakes against Kemper. "Oh, wow, so it really is just trying to create drama. I'm sure you can keep some of it in, yeah?" She'd abandoned the cleaning by this point, the bat climbing on her back to attempt to pull her back to it but Bellamy was distracted, mostly resisting the urge to ask the snake if he had a girlfriend and if he did whether or not Bella was prettier. "You can tell people my Mum didn't hug me much, I won't get upset. I'm not afraid of much though, at least not like out of nowhere. I'd be scared of a snake if it was trying to kill me but not just...generally."

"True," Lyn agreed, giving her snake another little chin rub, "Pretty sure the only reason I'm not getting strangled now is because I'm running my mouth." She appreciated Bella giving up secrets to share, but she didn't quite know if she could use the same one twice. Maybe to different people? "I don't know what the point is... I mean, why are you doing this?" She said, holding up the scrub brush she'd been using to clean the fountain. "I thought at first like..." Lyn sat back on her feet, pensive, "I wondered if it was something deeper? I came here look for answers, really, trying to find some sort of truth, I guess? So maybe this was a reminder that I don't need to know everything, that knowledge can be dangerous, and needs to be treated respectfully..." She shrugged, glancing up to Bella and then at the snake still looped around her shoulders, "Or this is random bullshit because faeries are tricky fuckers. Who knows."

"Feel free to run your mouth, I won't tell anyone Kemper is afraid of snakes, or about your Dad," not that she'd got a full picture there anyway. Bella wanted to ask but didn't want to pry, at least not while Lyn was in a position where she was forced to share. "I will however tell Ryden you said he's hot...," Bellamy teased, unable to help herself. "I'm not sure, I guess I didn't think about it. I've gone through enough supernatural stuff to know sometimes there is no meaning to it, especially with fae, they're tricky bastards, I mean, why did they try and drag you into that house, you know? If it does have meaning, me being forced to clean seems rude, I clean my house, and I keep my businesses much cleaner than the health and safety people ask." She paused, so self invested she almost missed what Lyn had said, clicking once she'd truly heard it. "What kind of truth did you come here for though?"

"Pretty sure I told Ryden to his face that he was hot, and it's not like he can't know," Lyn said, rolling her eyes, and then, briefly pressing her fingertips to her forehead, as though exasperated by the very fact she went on for a moment longer, "I mean seriously, stupidly, unfairly hot, like.. why?" She focused when Bella went on about her own task, and the mention of the sprites made her wince, rubbing at her head as though she could feel phantom pain in her scalp from their scratchy little hands. "I don't know," Lyn said, and tried to ignore the snake shifting around her neck, like a creepy version of Pinocchio, tightening everytime she avoided telling something she'd rather keep down. "About... The world? About myself, about how... Nowhere else really felt right until I got here."

"Part genetics, part hard knock life, part werewolf, it just came together and became abs with tattoos and an accent," Bella practically cried, but laughed instead. "Plus it's like, people are just hotter when they know how to talk to you." Ryden was strangely good at getting people to open up, even though his ego was quite large. Lyn went on though, about what her truth was, it didn't quite make sense that would be why this would happen but she did get the feeling. "I never felt myself until I was a vampire, maybe we're just people who were attuned to the lies, and need truth to feel ourselves. I think that's a good thing."

"Yeah, Professor X really fucked that one up." Lyn said with another roll of her eyes. Any hint of Bella's origin story would have interested her, but this part in particular had her curious, wondering if the answer could really be that simple after all. She wasn't sure if she was ready to be something other than human, yet, for now just knowing that this all was real was slaking her thirst for truth. "How long have you been a vampire? Can I ask that?"

"Oh yeah, for sure. I'm only four years old as a vampire," she admitted, knowing it perhaps seemed like she was older, not much older since she was looking sadly at missing fake nails and discussing boys but she wasn't as rabid as she had been when she was first turned and took a lot of responsibility for herself. "I was turned on my twenty-first birthday and the next thing I knew I was surrounded by dead bodies with a man telling me I was a vampire, that was basically the first few months of my life. I didn't know anything, I was completely stupid but I was kind of a stupid human too so," Bella shrugged.

Lyn couldn't hide her surprise at the answer. Although it made sense, the idea of 'young' vampires seemed out of place to her. She'd expected some wild number, for Bella to admit she'd been around during the Civil War or something ridiculous, but really she could have just had a baby-face, and not a member of the undead and it would have been just as likely. "Shit..." She muttered, "That's a hell of a way to wake up." Bella's mention of being a 'stupid human' seemed to rouse Lyn's living necklace, and as it spoke to her, Lyn's face fell. "Oh... No..." Lyn muttered, shaking her head with a frown, and she wondered if lifting her hands to her ears would stop the snake from telling her secrets that she wanted her friend to share of her own accord.

"Yeah...," was all Bella really said, sometimes she missed it. When she was first turned she was reckless and violent and unfeeling, she refused to attach to anyone who wasn't her sire. Now Bella was so attached. Sure, she could probably kill anyone in that park and not feel too badly for it, but Lyn? No, she'd never be able to take it. When Bella cared even a little about someone it was the same as caring a lot. "I know it sounds mean to call myself dumb but I was, maybe not like smarts wise, though kind of too, I basically never went to class, but I made some bad decisions," she continued, not aware that it was the snake whispering things that were upsetting Lyn. "How about you? How old are you?"

Maya had given up trying to outpace the rabbit still following her. Or maybe it was a bunny. There was probably a difference, but she didn't know what it was. She had gotten pretty good at ignoring it though. However, since her successful job interview that afternoon, the creature had only gotten more insistent. After all, she had a kitchen now. As she walked into the park, it hopped along slightly behind her. She'd taken to calling it Bugs, since it's accent reminded her of the cartoon character. It started to talk again. Not interested in listening, Maya paused, turned to it and said, "Literally kiss my ass, Bugs. Please and thank you." She didn't want for the rabbit to respond before turning back to her original direction.

This was a disaster and Ryden was pretty sure he'd never been this irked in his entire life before. But then again, he felt the same way each time something pissed him off. And the wet bird sitting on his shoulder, refusing to just GO AWAY, was pissing him off something bad. It wasn't much of a problem that it dripped all over his shirt and constantly tried to shake the water off its feathers even though they never dried off, or the fact that it obviously had Tourette's, spitting out curses randomly like some angry little parrot with a very rude owner. It was the fact that it became more and more obnoxious around any amount of water or liquid, which in turn gave Ryden strange ideas he knew were definitely not his own. And, it was impossible to get away from it. First, it had the ability to fly. Second, it would magically appear on his shoulder even if he closed himself off someplace. He tried. He tried everything he could think of. Last resort - visit a witch. He went out with that plan in mind except... it didn't seem like he was the only one with an affliction. People were walking around with all sorts of critters attached to them, doing strange things like muttering to themselves or performing unusual tasks that just made them look like they were complete nutcases. A random guy for example, came up to him, screaming in his face that the end was near. When asked what was he talking about, he seemed confused. It only got worse in the city center. Where people would usually go about their business, they lingered, satisfying this or that newly acquired quirk with an obsessive compulsiveness. "Fuck me..." That was when Ryden passed by the fountain and he probably would not have noticed Bellamy if the stupid bird hadn't started squaking like mad in his ear. "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" He growled, spooking some who'd passed by. Swiping at the bird angrily, he walked up to Bellamy. "What the fuck are you doing?!" It came out too angrily, but that wasn't Bella's fault.

Just like every other time Maya had tried to tell the creature to fuck off, it didn't work. But she had gotten pretty good at tuning chatter out in the last year. She kept walking towards the fountain. A few other people were out and about. Most seemed to be dealing with their own rude little creatures. Some seemed to be doing better with it than others. Someone shouting caused her to whip around to face them, immediately ready for a fight. But even with her heartbeat thundering in her ears, Maya recognized Ryden. She didn't recognize the blonde woman apparently cleaning the fountain. Neither of them poised an actual threat though. Slipping out of fight or flight, she unclenched her fists and relaxed her shoulders. Not knowing if he had noticed her reaction, Maya didn't say anything about it. The rabbit piped up with a "See, like that guy. Clearly, he needs to chill the fuck out." "Still a crime, my dude," she replied, not even bothering to look down at the creature. "So y'all got some little bastards too," she commented, noting the damp raven on Ryden's shoulder and the pink bat hovering around the woman. "Guess I should be glad its not just me."

"We're cleaning," Bellamy said of her and Lyn's activity, from the aggressive way Ryden had approached she anticipated his creature was being as kind to him as Lyn's was. "I broke nails, puppy," she pouted, holding up her hands that had lost about half of her acrylics. Thank god she healed fast otherwise the nails would have looked really gross. Behind him a woman with a rabbit spoke, unsure if she was telling Ryden he was committing some crime or the creature that it was. The pause in her cleaning though caused the bat to pull sharply on Bella's hair. "Ow," she winced, picking up the brush once more. "Everyone in town," she told the girl.(edited)

Ryden couldn't cope. This was a complete 'nope' situation. This was....* magic*. And magic was an unpredictable pile of bullshit you couldn't punch teeth out of to make it calm down. "Okay, okay..." He breathed in and out, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. "We need a witch to figure this shit out. I can't deal with this shit. What the bloody hell are those?!" He pointed at Sarah's rabbit and Bella's bat. The raven on Ryden's shoulder provided a useless input. "FUCKERS!"

His reaction was strong, Bellamy often forgetting that some people couldn't quite go with the flow of all of this stuff. Lyn was human but clearly quite resilient like Bellamy was, while Ryden and the bunny girl weren't quite having the same time with it. "People are working on it, I've found it's just easiest to give in, granted...from the sounds of things what my fae wants me to do is pretty minimal in comparison to other people. I have to clean this fountain until it looks new, it's all the bloody bat will go on about it. He's calmer when I do...maybe do what it wants? Unless it's murder, don't murder."

Maya ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't like any of this either. Having been in plenty of shitty situations before though, this didn't even rank among them. Annoying, yes. Infuriating, yes. But not even close to the worst problem of her life. It was the trade-off she supposed of living in a town that was safe for supernaturals. Shit like this, whatever it was, happened. "People?" she asked, "Who are people?" There might very well be some agency that dealt with things like this, but she didn't like the vagueness of /people/. "And yeah, mine wants me to do a crime, so I'm going to stick with no," she added more as an afterthought than anything else.

"This is bullshit!" Ryden protested, this close to throwing a tantrum fit. He sat on the edge of the fountain, the part Bella wasn't cleaning, and thought really hard on what type of fae he knew about. Problem was, there were so many he didn't know where to start with. Hi was highly unqualified to deal with the situation. Eyeing Maya, he raised an eyebrow, curious. "What does it want you to do?"

The appearance of new people seemed to rile the python around Lyn's shoulders, and as much as she wanted to talk, to greet the others with her typical excitement, the snake held her in sway. It told her... Well, it told her a lot. It was as though it had been waiting for this, the entrance of new people, new things to tell, to urge her to tell. Lyn chewed on her lower lip anxiously, hearing just enough of Bella's explanation to manage to nod along. "Little allowances," She finally piped up, "Is there like... a halfway mark you can meet?" And then, in an example that no one but Bellamy would understand, since she already had an idea of what the scaled being around her neck could do. "Bella used to steal from the church collection plate. Just pennies. Sorry, Bells, but you were a kid, that's not that bad."

"I would assume some kind of city council?" Bellamy answered the woman, she was attempting to be helpful but it seemed to only be riling the two of them up further and further. She looked to see the girls answer to Ryden's question though, wondering what could be so terrible she'd be requested to do, but Lyn suddenly made an announcement, "Lyn!" Immediately she laughed however, not actually that concerned. "Let's be real, God didn't need pennies, I did, so I could get gum and warheads."

Maya was about to answer Ryden's question when someone else piped up. She didn't recognize them either. And wondered a little how she hadn't noticed them. She noted the blonde woman's name, Bella before returning to the question at hand. "Well, if anyone wants to let me borrow their kitchen and point me towards the nearest dispensary, I might be able to shut him up for an hour," Maya replied with a shrug. The pot and brownies part weren't an issue for her. But she drew a hard line at giving them out to unsuspecting people and not only because she was about 90% sure that was definitely a crime. Even if it wasn't a crime, it probably should be.

"I don't get it." Ryden said to Maya's explanation of what her fea wanted her to do. "There's a Ministry of Magic department at the City Hall but it's prolly packed full and everyone's puttin' in complaints. I went right by, the line is terrible." Ryden's leg started bouncing, the big man cracking his knuckles nervously. The raven on his shoulder was now pretty much screaming all sorts of colorful profanities, but the werewolf was growing desperately numb to the noise by the second. "How... is this relevant to the shit we're in??" He asked Lyn, who had shared a completely random piece of info all of a sudden about Bellamy's past.

"God totally doesn't need pennies, and neither did that church, I'm sure." Lyn agreed. The unknown woman drew her attention next, giving just enough hints about her own animal companion that Lyn could only drop her jaw in outright jealousy. "I'm sorry, can we trade? You have to make pot brownies, and I'm stuck with Snitchy, the Secret-Spilling-Snake?" The snake was obviously less than pleased with the nickname, giving a loud hiss that would have been audible for everyone around, and in an attempt to please it, Lyn looked at the only one in the group unfamiliar to her and asked, "What was it about the Wizard of Oz that made you cry? Was it scary? You know that rumour about the dead body is totally an urban legend, it's a bird. Also, hi, I'm Lyn, it's nice to meet you." The last bit was an afterthought, Lyn realizing belatedly that though the world had shifted some things needed to remain constant habits. Ryden's annoyance made her bristle slightly, something her snake reacted too pleasantly, and Lyn levelled a steady gaze at her neighbor, "The snake is telling me people's secrets, and it wants me to share them, you big fuckin' nerd." She said accusingly, the snake having given her a heads-up to some of Ryden's Netflix choices.

"You could always offer the brownies to people who like you know like pot, so like you're not giving them to people about to pick up their kid but instead gifting them to people who would already pay for them?” Bella mused, shrugging her shoulders. She did have a nice kitchen that she could offer but wasn't quite sure why the woman couldn't do it in her own and wasn't sure it would be polite to ask. "Personally I'm enjoying most of the secrets. I'm hoping to find out something juicy," she teased Lyn as she continued to clean. "How about you, puppy? What's that crow getting you worked up to do?"

"Shut up!" Ryden seconded Lyn's envy, now that he had figured out what Maya's fae spirit-induced compulsive behavior was. Lyn's accusation confused him momentarily, and Ryden made a face. "Gotta say, no one's called me a nerd b'fore but... okay I guess yer not in yer right mind right now." "Uuuh, I am not sure yet. It gits crazy near... water???" The raven was in a frenzy at the moment and everyone would probably struggle to talk over it's rude cawing.

Lyn stuck a hand up in the air at Bella's suggestion, volunteering herself, "Listen, you could make regular brownies and I'd take one, but if you're gonna start giving away special brownies... I will help you, I will do my best." She pressed a hand against her chest, although honour-bound to help the other woman with her plight at great sacrifice to herself. She waved off Ryden's confusion, although the questions were piled up in her mind, it was a personal quest at this point. Was he into Ghibli movies? Because who wasn't? Or was he secretly ninja-running down the apartment hallway when she wasn't looking? "Like... it wants you to swim? Or is water... bad?" She called out, trying to make her voice heard over the raven's noise. The one benefit to it's yelling was that it temporarily drowned out the soft voice of her snake.

"You're a nerd?" Bella asked teasingly, poking Ryden with one of her remaining false nails, having assumed most of that was directed at the other woman. "It's not telling you? Mine's got like a squeaky little whisper, I can't understand anyone else's though because if I could I'd just hang around Lyn until all of this went away getting to know everyone's secrets." The hand that had poked his calf gently rubbed it, knowing that a reminder they didn't know when the creatures would be going away could potentially stress him out further.

"Bugs here wants me to give out pot brownies without telling the people their pot brownies," Maya explained to Ryden. As for other avenues of placating it, she merely shrugged. Her lack of access to a kitchen remained a problem. But she didn't want to get in to that, especially not with a secret spilling snake around. Considering it was right that she had cried the first and only time she'd seen The Wizard of Oz, she didn't want to find out what else it knew about her. She didn't comment on it either though, hoping that the trend of the conversation would mean no one thought much of it.

"I mean, sure? I don't know, nerdy is a bit of a broad term, innit?" He shrugged, not really shook by the 'secret' Lyn had partially revealed about him. Ryden was shouting too, and louder than everyone else, because the stupid bird was right at his ear. "No, this is all it does, it projectile vomits crap like that." He pointed at it, the bird now cracking up some pretty nasty insults, usually limited to one noun only accompanied by maybe a couple of colorful adjectives. He had to think about it for a second. The raven shut up as he considered. "Sorry, Bella, I know you'll forgive me one day." He stood up and picked the petite woman up then plopped her carefully into the fountain. "Wet t-shirt contest. That's what it wants me t'do." At least he got it figured out now. The raven had jumped off his shoulder now, flying happy circles around his head, cackling. "Well, it is kinna funny. Like that 'go for a swim' challenge." He had to admit.

Lyn was watching the bird, wondering if she could ask her snake about it. She hadn't ever sought any information from it, it had been more than happy to just share, some secrets simple, easy, like the ones the assembled group had so recently brushed off. Some, though, were devestating, and these were the ones that were burrowing into Lyn, things she told herself she'd have to keep inside, things she couldn't even reveal she knew. She scrambled to the edge of the fountain when Ryden dumped Bella in, one hand clapped over her mouth as though in horror, but her laughter could be heard from behind as she peered over the edge at her friend. "Oh man... At least the fountain's clean-ish now..." Though she didn't think that would appease Bella any.

Bellamy frowned temporarily as he said that she would forgive him one day, feeling him grab her, the bat at her shoulder calming for a strange reason. "Puppy, wha-?" and she was cut off as her scuffed heels landed in the water, as did her jeans and half of her waist, the fountain surprisingly deep, Bellamy not suspecting it. She was ready to say she wasn't mad when he announced it was a wet t-shirt contest and Bellamy splashed him with a large amount of water. "Give us our wet t-shirt contest," she responded, unaware she had caught Lyn sitting by the fountain in the process, the other woman's legs as well. A smile on her face before suddenly her eyes went wide, "Something swam by my ankles!" she objected, wiggling in the water in the hopes of it swimming away.

Maya stifled a laugh as Ryden dropped Bella into the fountain. "Seems on par," she commented as far as the raven wanting him to throw people into water. The rabbit by her feet pointed out that maybe if he had some pot brownies, he might've been nicer about it. Maya ignored it. She did take a step back from the fountain though. Her jeans would take forever to dry and her other pair were dirty from a scuffle a few days back. "Yeah, I think your raven would definitely want you to participate in this contest," Maya teased Ryden. She looked towards Bella's ankles when the woman shouted about something swimming by them. But she didn't move any closer. The fountain wasn't big enough that it could be much more than a confused fish. At least, she didn't think it could be.

It was odd but just a moment ago, Ryden was practically fuming. Now, the bird's happiness over a thing as stupid as throwing someone into a fountain seemed to have made Ryden all giddy and amused. It was obviously influencing his mood. A chuckle coming up, he shrugged, taking off his already wet shirt without any protests. "I win. Who's next." He turned to Lyn, the second in line since Maya stepped away. "Who's nerdy again." He made grabby hands at her.

"Oh, like a big koi fish?" Lyn asked curiously, leaning even closer to the fountain as though expecting to see it full of large, beautiful fish. She hadn't realized that by moving closer to the fountain she'd put herself in danger of being Ryden's next victim. "No." She said, although the words were hardly commanding as she started scooting away from him, though not nearly fast enough, if he were serious about making her the next target. "Uh, still you," She shot back, although further antagonizing him was probably not the smartest move, Lyn couldn't help herself. If he grabbed her, she just knew she'd try to take him in as well, even if that meant clinging to his arm like an over-sized koala.

Ryden removing his shirt was enough to temporarily distract her, Bella letting out a teasing wolf whistle as she continued to fidget in the water. For a vampire she should have handled some kind of fish moving around her ankles better but a lot of the times Bellamy still had terribly human reactions. "Smaller, maybe there are like fish in here, or frogs," she said as she moved. When Ryden made Lyn his next victim though she readied herself to help Lyn pull him in if he tried. If his crow wanted them to be in the water then he deserved to be in it too.

As annoyed as she was, Maya couldn't help but wolf whistle when Ryden took off his shirt. It did worry her a little though that doing as the raven asked had affected his mood so much and positively. If it did that to everyone, they were all in trouble. More trouble anyway. The rabbit piped up again. "I really don't give a fuck," she told it, almost offhandedly. She still didn't move any closer to Ryden or Lyn. She had no desire to end up in the fountain. Especially not if there were frogs in there. "So, we have basically no idea where these creatures came from or when they're going to fuck off back where they came from. Do I have that right?" she asked.

"Oooh, yes." Now Ryden couldn't stop himself anymore. It was like an addiction - as soon as he did it once, he had to do it again and it was all he could think of. He went for Lyn, attempting to pick her up by her waist.

"I can't whistle," Lyn said with a frown and a shrug as Ryden stalked towards her. She certainly echoed the sentiments of the other two women, but lacked the ability to show it in the same way. She saw the look in his eyes, and knew it was over for her. She could only pout as he lunged for her, for all their previous jokes about fighting dirty she wasn't going to actually fight Ryden. She could, however, wrap her arms around his shoulders, forcing him to have to pry her off if she was going in the water. She was too distracted by a shirtless Ryden coming after her to focus too much on the stranger's words. For Lyn this was almost a regular day in Opulence, she was just telling herself to roll with the punches.

"I think so, I know it's kind of troublesome," Bellamy said to the girl whose name she had yet to catch, making sure she was still watching Ryden's movements against Lyn. "But it's kind of the punishment for getting to be here and be ourselves," she grinned, her focus shifting because Ryden began to put Lyn into the water, Lyn's slender arms around his broad shoulders. It was then Bella took the chance to grab Lyn's own shoulders, attempting to drag Ryden in with her, perhaps from the shock of her own strength he wouldn't have expected from Lyn. A splash came as at least one of them entered the water, hoping both had.

Maya nodded. She'd forgotten in the commotion that she hadn't mentioned her own name. But it didn't seem overly important anyway. It still didn't quite feel real that she could stay here safely. Her eyes tracked Ryden & Lyn though, still trying to stay out of that.

He had a very good chance of winning this one against Lyn. But when Bella came to her aid, her vampiric strength just enough to spoil Ryden's plans, he rolled into the fountain too, laughing his heart out. He raven seemed bery happy with the situation as well, bouncing merrily along the edge of the fountain. Sitting up in the water, Ryden rubbed a wet hand over his face. "This is bad... I can't stop laughing now. I gotta..." He tried to stand up while struggling with a fit of giggles, his mood doing a 180 now that he was actually doing what his fae wanted him to do. "I gotta... git that one as well." He announced, pointing at Maya,who was the only one left standing.

Lyn let out a small, gleeful shriek through gritted teeth as she felt Bella's hands on her shoulders, "Go, Bells, go!" She tried to cheer her friend on, sucking in a deep breath and holding it seconds before the vampire pulled them down into the water. She bobbed up beside Ryden, scrambling to her feet, plucking at the now super clingy fabric of her top, a very pissed-off python now more like a turtleneck collar around her neck, though Lyn tried to be unbothered by it. "This is why I always wear black," She muttered, stepping over towards Bella, her words making it sound like werewolves chucking her bodily into fountains was a daily threat.

Bellamy wrapped her arms around Lyn's middle as she got up, putting a chin on her shoulder, though Lyn could feel it at her neck Bella merely felt shadows there, nothing to interrupt her movement. "Well thank god you do wear black, though this could be the perfect time for robes," she teased Lyn, poking her stomach softly. "If you can even get out of this fountain," she taunted Ryden as she held her friend to protect her from the frogs and fish in the water. It was probably four feet deep based on Bella's own height, so leverage was the real issue of getting out rather than strength.

Immediately, Maya tensed again. Logically, she knew it wasn't that big a deal. After all, her clothes would dry and no one meant her any real harm. But the thought of being physically picked up and tossed, no matter how playfully, set off her already frayed nerves. "Go for it, if you want to get kneed in the balls," she replied, playing it off with a joke. She just hoped that Ryden couldn't see through her as easily as he had that first night at the bar.

Lyn settled her hands on Bella's arms as the girl wrapped around her, turning just enough so that the vampire could see her stick her tongue out in response to her teasing. "Quiet, you." She moved her hands only to clap as Maya seemed to square off with Ryden, "My money's on the girl!" She called.

Ryden couldn't seen anything right now - he was laughing so hard that tears started welling up. And lucky for Maya, this made it very hard for him to stand up and actually get out of the fountain. "Hahaha hahahaha pfffff, okay, okay, gimmie a minute..." The raven, all content now, bounced back onto Ryden's shoulder, ruffling its wet feathers before it nestled there. "Aww, man... Lookit that. He's so happy. I think he's sad he's the only one all wet all the time. That's actually kinna cute." Ryden reached out to give the rave a scratch on its head but it called him a bitch so he changed his mind. "Yeah, nevermind, he's an asshole." Now that he's calmed down a little, he gave getting out of the fountain another try. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ya take that ball kneedin' elsewhere, I ain't interested. Ya'll guys need help?" He asked Bella and Lyn - he got them in there, he can take them out.

Bella resisted the urge to make a joke at Lyn's expense, knowing it would have probably been gentle teasing if it was the two of them but potentially embarrassing with Ryden within ear shot. "Clearly you just need to stay in the water forever, you'll get very pruney," she said instead of Ryden's wet crow. "Help Lyn out first, that way she can stand on my hands." Bella had a bit more strength and with Ryden's help it would be easy, not so much for Lyn.

"That water is really dirty." Colette said staring over the soaking wet group. She thought about passing without a word but couldn't help herself. Seeing Bella and Lyn she couldn't help but laugh.

As Ryden struggled to get out of the fountain, Maya relaxed. Not all the way, but enough that she could pass it off for just being annoyed with the rabbit. "Gladly," she replied with an almost real smile when he, at least seemed to, change his mind about putting her in the fountain. Still a little cautious, she moved forward. "Here, I can help," she said, offering Lyn a hand. "C'mon Doc, just do it," the rabbit argued, "See how happy it made that big lug. You can be happy too." "Will it make you less of a dick?" she asked, still not looking down at it.

Lyn waded through the water to the edge of the fountain, throwing her hand up in a wave to Colette, "Trying not to think about that, thanks!!" She gave Ryden the finger, and reached instead for the hand of the girl she didn't know yet, using it to try and pull herself up onto the stone edge of the fountain, relying, too, on Bella's offered help. "My middle name is Eleanor," She offered, though no one had asked, at least by now no one was questioning it. At least she wasn't throwing people into fountains. "I lie and tell people I don't have one because I hate it!"

"Fine, struggle. Eleanor." Ryden shrugged at the finger Lyn flipped at him, then just bounced out of the fountain, no problem. "Ugh... where my shirt at?" He tried to shake some of the water off but his pants were completely soaked so it was no use. At least he found his shirt quickly enough. He used it to wipe himself down. Once Bella and Maya were done helping Lyn, he reached out to help Bella.

Bella frowned as Ryden went to find his shirt, taking a moment for her to realise he was coming back. "It's cleaner than usual," Bella told Colette, "I've been cleaning the fountain all day but yeah...the inside is still pretty moldy." When Ryden offered his hand she grabbed it, leveraging herself out, letting him go once she had a knee on the edge and was able to pull herself from the water that dripped off her clothes, clinging to her skin as it did Lyn's. "Can we request secrets?" she asked, coming to her feet and squeezing out her shirt. "Because I think after that we deserve Ryden's middle name."

"Oh shit," Maya said, realizing when Lyn offered her middle name that she'd neglected to introduce herself. "Maya by the way. I'm Maya." She half laughed as she said it, knowing it was odd she hadn't mentioned it earlier. She blamed the whole situation. "Awww boo," she teased Ryden when he pulled his shirt back on. When Bella asked about requesting secrets, Maya fell silent. She didn't think anyone really cared, but she'd rather keep her secrets to herself.

"You've been cleaning the fountain all day?" Said with a raise of her eyebrow. That was a strange thing for a vampire bar owner to spend the day doing. "It does look nice." Colette admitted.

Lyn let out a groan at Ryden's words, regretting giving that one away immediately. All the same, it was easier to bare her own embarassing secrets than others. She'd keep doing this to herself as long as she could if it meant saving others the potential pain. "Please don't call me Eleanor," She asked Maya, "Lyn, my name is Lyn. Nice to meet you, even though this is really fuckin' weird." Outside of the fountain she knelt down to pull off one of her boots, planning to empty them of water. Bella's question made her grin, and Lyn turned to the snake, who reared it's head up to face her, and Lyn reached out with a finger, stroking the underside of the snake's head curiously, "What do you think? Do we get to know?" The snake said nothing, but as if she'd heard a great revelation, Lyn gave a dramatic gasp, turning her gaze to Ryden, bright blue eyes wide in faux-shock. "Eunice!? Ryden Eunice. Oh, it's got a lovely ring. Is that a family name?"

Still rubbing his face with his shirt, Ryden peeked out at Lyn, giving her a raised eyebrow look. "I don't know, if we're talkin' 'bout middle names, mine's Douglas and I ain't nearly as embarrassed over it as you are." At Maya's booing, he offered her a charming wink. Glancing at Colette, he looked disappointed. "Why are you normal?"

"That is what the bat wants me to do," she said, gesturing to the creature that peaked out from beneath her hair to Colette. "Thank you," Bella gushed at the compliment, giggling quickly as Lyn insisted that Ryden's middle name was Eunice, part of her would have believed it, his first name and last were relatively cool, something had to offset them. "Ryden Douglas Bolt, Ryden Eunice Bolt..., I mean...both sound like real names," she mused, releasing the fabric of her shirt. Honestly Bella wanted to press for secrets about Kemper, but she knew it would put Lyn in an awkward position, and if it got out that she wanted to ask then it could potentially get back to him that she wanted to. "Shit," Bella whispered to herself, realising she'd incidentally created a secret by thinking too much. "Is she normal tho?" Bellamy refocused on Colette. "I know she has a bee that's apparently a bit of a bee-itch." With that she giggled, sitting down on the fountain and continuing to clean.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure its Eunice now," Maya teased Ryden. She didn't add her own middle name since it was neither important nor funny. Her middle name was just a form of her mother's name, the mother she'd lost when she was 8. "What does it want you to do?" she asked Colette, curious if there was any kind of trend across the creatures.

Lyn looked over at Bella, shrugging a shoulder, "Snake doesn't tell me shit that I actually wanna know." Then, though, the snake did speak, and Lyn rolled her eyes at the hissing, shaking her head as she kept her gaze on Bella, "You want me to tell you all the dirt on your new boyfriend. Nope. You have to ask him yourself." She told the vampire, and followed her gaze to the witch, glad to see Colette rather unscathed with everything that was going on. "You have a bee? Cool!" She'd dumped out one boot, and moved on to the next, a small puddle at her feet from all the water dripping off her.

"I don't think you mentioned that to me," Bella said, looking to Colette with Maya's question lingering in the air of what her bee was asking of her. "Maya potentially needs a kitchen to complete hers, maybe the community college? Probably some potheads there you could give brownies to successfully," she mused, not because they were in community college but because there was a large segment of people in their twenties likely to be chill with it. However her cheeks grew in size, not going red due to her species but growing in size to show she was blushing. "That's childish, not boyfriend, guy I slept with," Bellamy said, shaking her head, even though she'd been the childish one discussing robes all day. "I don't want to know secrets, I just like...want to know if he's single." Lie, she didn't care, she was quite certain she was better looking and capable of pulling him away from any girlfriend he had. "Or like if I need to get checked." Lie, mostly because she couldn't catch anything. "Or, you know, just -," she cut herself off and shut up. She was terrible at lying when she knew there was no way Lyn was buying any of it. "I will ask him myself, yes."

#lynnichols #mayarparker #wolfontheloose #colettescoven #group

1 note · View note