#//the game has had such a grip on my brain for MONTHS now and i've been so so normal about it

[mechahero]

//the day i crack and an add a hypno.space out.law verse is the day you guys are going to have to throw rocks and tomatoes at me and boo me off of the stage.

[humanitysstrongestsoldier1]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 | 𝑀. 𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐸𝐼 x Reader

TW: cursing, explicit sexual content

AO3 LINK!!!

Summary:

"Shut up and listen." - Nicholas Bonnin, Shut Up And Listen

Omagari Hanabi (Omagari Fireworks Festival) had its perks.

Some being;

a annual party at Hanamaki Takahiro’s house,

Oikawa fully drunk and dancing on the table, stripping,

and Matsukawa Issei’s face between your legs.

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Notes:

Yokoso, watashi no Tumblr society...

a 4th of July gift, from me, to you

it's been a while since i've written lol, i love 2nd person

I'm tired of hiding my obsession with seijoh men (daisho suguru and kiyoomi still my mans, omg i have matching moles with Kiyoomi on my arm lol, i flex that all the time)

oikawa's dumb ass uses gen alpha humour 💀

okay... i took one look at the fireworks and my brain went 'imagine being at a party and matsukawa issei fucks you with the door open, but the fireworks cover the sounds'..... my hands went immediately to my keyboard....

i felt like a traitor writing this cuz i was listening to a gojo playlist lmfaoo

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Hanamaki flops down next to you on your bed after losing a card game of Speed. The two of you are card game fans, and you spend your time together learning new ones and mastering old ones. 

The bet was that if he won, you would have to come to his annual party that he holds during the Omagari Firework Festival. Unfortunately for him, he lost.

"Y/N, please, can you just come by for a little while? We promise to not bother you; if it gets annoying, you have full access to my room.” Makki asks, jumping up and holding your hands up in front of you with pleading eyes.

Makki’s parties are always headaches, and the only way that you would possibly go is if there was someone to keep you to the earth.

“Is Hajime going to be there?” You say, removing your hands from his grip.

"Yes, he’ll be there! Mattsun will be there too.” Makki says, suggestively while smirking at the mention of Matsukawa’s name.

He’s going to be there, huh? Now that's pushing me to go.

“Don’t give me that look, Hanamaki; I will bitch-slap you.”

“Ah,” he dramatically gasps, holding a hand to his heart, looking baffled. “I’m trying to get you laid, hoe. I know the way you look at him.”

“Yeah? How do I look at him?” You ask, your patience running thin.

“It’s the ‘bend me over the table and fuck me till I can’t walk for weeks’ look.” He grins.

Your eyes widen, and warmth pools in your cheeks. 

Do I seriously have that look towards him?

“Hanamaki Takahiro, you have 10 seconds to get out of my room and apartment before I change my mind about coming. Ten, nine, eight-”

By the eighth second. Makki was out of sight and out of mind.

Great, now you have to find an outfit.

— — —

"Y/N-chan, you made it!” Tooru pulls you inside from the crowd at the door and traps you in a hug. He was obviously drunk from the looks of it, and it did not help that he was half naked.

"Tooru, get your stanky, sweaty ass off of me.” Pushing him off, you head towards Iwaizumi, who waves to you from the kitchen.

"NOOO, Y/N-chan, come backkk!” Oikawa whines, trying to reach for your shirt but then being distracted by a drinking contest.

You immediately run from the six-foot setter to Iwaizumi, who pulls you into a gentle embrace.

“Hey, green bean. I’m shocked to see you here.” He whispers against your ear, and you pull back a bit, grasping his elbows while he holds your forearms, close but easily identifiable as friends.

“Makki said that you would be here, so I don’t really mind.”

“You sure it was for me, or a certain someone?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, like Makki five hours ago.

You sigh, bringing a hand up to hide your blushing cheeks. “Not you too, Hajime.”

“What? Literally, the entire team has thought you two are cute ever since that beach volleyball day.” He smiles, moving your hand to meet your eyes.

That day, 3 months ago, was one to revel in.

The sun was blaring, and the boys wanted to play volleyball in a different environment. You helped them set up and tracked their movements, just in case they wanted a summary.

After playing, you all jumped in the water and goofed around. One specific game lit a fire in the spark you had for Matsukawa Issei.

You were on Iwaizumi’s shoulders, while Matsukawa was on Hanamaki’s.

Yahaba cheered you on from the side, and Kindaichi laughed at the struggling Makki, holding Matsukawa’s tall ass.

“Ready, set, go!” Oikawa yells, signalling the start of the wrestle.

You laugh full-heartedly while escaping Matsukawa’s attacks. You grab onto his shoulders and try to push him off of Makki, but he stands ever-strong and smirks at your will.

“Come on, dove, you can do better than that.” He laughs.

“Oh yeah?” You grin, an idea popping up in your cunning mind.

“Oh yeah.” He repeats, dragging on the sentence a bit longer.

“Hajime, loosen your grip on my thighs.” You holler, and Iwaizumi follows quickly to your idea.

“What-” Matsukawa starts but is immediately cut off by your jump, which launches him off of Makki’s shoulders and into the water.

He grabs onto your arms before you can return to Iwaizumi’s shoulders. If he was going down, he would take you with him.

The warm water met your skin, and a small wave disrupted your balance, and you couldn't make your way back up. Matsukawa’s hands pulled you up under your arms, and you emerged, taking a deep breath.

His hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him, skin to skin.

Matsukawa’s other hand moved the hair out of your face and brushed it behind your ear. “Cute.” He says, narrowing his eyes, a tug on his lips that curled them upwards.

You blushed at his sharp eyes, and to ignore the heat on your chest, you remembered his earlier action.

"Mattsu, you little shit, you dragged me with you!”

He laughs as you are pulled back by Oikawa, who requires your strong shoulders to go against Iwaizumi.

That day, they all heard the aloof Matsukawa Issei call a girl cute.

Snapping out of the memory, you flick Iwaizumi’s head. “Keep quiet about that! He literally only complimented me. He doesn't need to know about this.” You point to your heart, referencing your feelings for him.

“Who doesn't need to know about what?” A gruff voice appears behind you, and your eyes widen before relaxing and putting on a calm expression. Iwaizumi smirks at your red face.

“Mattsu! Hey!” You turn around and give him a quick hug, making sure not to linger for long. “I was just talking about the surprise party that we planned for Tooru; his birthday is next week, remember.”

His cute eyebrows raise, and he remembers the plan they set up for July 20. “Oh yeah, that.”

“Imma leave ya’ll to it.” Iwaizumi turns towards the large crowd heading towards Watari as he ushers him in for company.

“Haji-” You are cut off by a look from Iwaizumi, the classic dad look that is asking you to socialise for once.

Matsukawa chuckles. “Am I not enough, dove?”

You smirk, raising your head to meet his hooded eyes, a surge of confidence in you. “You're more than enough.”

He raises his glass to his upturned lips, his eyes tracing your body as you grab a drink from the drink counter.

The two of you stood next to each other in silence, your preferred company. Matsukwa’s shoulders would brush your every now and then to the sway of music. It was calm with him—for now.

“I'm gonna go throw my cup away, you done with yours?” You ask, your thumb pointing to the large trash can on the other side of the room.

Matsukawa smiled and handed you his empty cup. "Thanks, dove.”

You blush at his smile and head towards the trash can. Pushing through the crowd, the smell of alcohol and vape overwhelms you.

You absolutely abstain from drinking and smoking, which is why your cup held punch instead of alcohol. That's another reason you hate parties.

As you walked through, a girl in front of you accidentally tripped over her feet, and her drink flew at your white shirt, soaking it entirely.

“Oh my god! I'm so sorry; I really didn't mean to do that.” She apologises profusely, and you sigh, knowing it was not her fault.

You help her up and reassure her that it's alright, and she makes up for her mistake by grabbing the empty cups from your hands to help you out. You whisper a small thank you.

Before you could walk through to find some napkins, a hand grabbed the back of your upper arm and pulled you flush against their chest.

It’s Iwazumi.

“Hajime what-” 

He cuts you off and pulls you closer, whispering in your ear, “Your bra is showing, sunshine.”

Oh.

“Stay behind me.” Iwaizumi pushes you behind him and heads for the stairs. But God decides to be a pain in his ass and throws a hurdle at him—quite literally.

Oikawa Tooru’s shorts launch at Iwaizumi and land on his face.

You peek from behind him and see Oikawa almost naked with his boxers on, dancing, and perched on the table with Yahaba trying to pull him down. Kindaichi is recording the scene and Kunimi is running to the other side for a different angle.

“SHITTYKAWA!” Iwaizumi bellows his voice, reaching Oikawa over the loud music.

Tooru’s eyes widen, and he stops dancing.

Makki appears next to you and drapes his jacket over your soaked body.

“Iwa, go get his ass; I’ll take her from here.” Hanamaki hollers.

You nod to Iwaizumi, letting him know it's okay, and he runs to Oikawa, who is already screaming for his life.

You lightly laugh, and Makki snickers, grabbing your hand and leading you upstairs into his room.

“As promised, full access to my room; take a shower if you are feeling icky. My closet’s all yours.” He smiles and exits the room.

You holler a quick, “Thanks, Hiro!” as he closes the door behind him.

You head over to his restroom, which, mind you, is really fucking nice. You're about to strip off the sticky shirt and clean off the alcohol on you, but you hear a knock on the door.

You walk over and open the door to which Matsukawa is standing at.

He drags his lazy eyes down your figure, a couple of seconds lingering on your chest where your bra is peeking out from.

“What are you-” You ask before being pushed lightly back.

“Fuck, Y/N. Get out of that shirt.” He groans.

“I mean, I was just about to before you barged in.” You sigh, heading over to Makki’s walk-in closet, looking for a comfortable shirt that could match your skirt.

Matsukawa also walks in and immediately goes to a certain area, as if he knows what's there.

“Here, wear this.” He says, handing you the all-familiar jersey. It's his number as well, number 2.

“No way he has extras of everyone's number.” You snicker.

Matsukawa snorts, “He says he wants it as a memory when we graduate.”

You hum, and the two of you head out of the closet.

But before you went to the bathroom to change, you turned.

“Mattsu?”

“Yeah?” He looks up, a blush on his cheeks at your appearance.

“Why did you follow me up here? And why, out of 16 numbers, hand me yours?”

He stops in his tracks, his eyes widening before they relax, he sighs, and a smirk stretches across his face.

“You want the truth, dove?”

The air-conditioned room starts feeling extremely hot, and you try to relax, but the hairs on the back of your neck are rising as he stalks his way over to you.

Walking backwards, he traps you next to the wall of the bathroom door. The light above the mirror shines out and onto his face.

“Mattsu.” You whisper, trying to get away, but he has complete control over your movements.

He pushes you back completely against the wall, his hands on your waist and his knee between your thighs.

A small moan erupts from your throat, and you turn your head to the side, hiding away from his strong gaze.

He leans down and whispers huskily into your ear, “Seeing you exposed like that and being pulled into Iwaizumi’s arms made me really fucking jealous, princess.”

He nips at your neck, and you whine at the feeling.

“This,” he whispers while dragging the tip of his finger down the middle of your chest to rest at your stomach, “is mine to see.”

“Mattsu…” You groan.

He darkly laughs, “You should know by now, you're mine.”

Matsukawa pulls back, his hooded eyes meeting your sultry gaze.

“But I thought—”

“You thought what? You were mine the moment you became our manager; you were mine from the moment we bunked together on our camping trip; you were mine when you fed me your mom’s cooking; you were mine when I called you cute at the beach.”

You still at his words and feel his hands move towards your bare thighs, spreading them apart.

“Especially that day, Y/N. The entire team heard me; they knew that you were mine. So you thought, what exactly?”

You muster up the courage to say, “I thought you wouldn't reciprocate my feelings.”

He chuckles, "Oh, naive little dove. I did feel the same, I do, and I always will.”

Matsukawa’s lips meet yours, and you gasp into his mouth. You feel his smirk as he pushes his knee closer to your core.

At this point, you were grinding like a bitch in heat on him, and Matsukawa fucking loved it.

His hands made it to your soaked shirt and yanked it off, leaving your upper body almost bare.

You swore you heard a low growl from the back of his throat before he latched onto the mounds of your breasts. His hand sneaked back and unclasped your bra, throwing it across the room.

Matsukawa’s warm mouth left open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck, making sure to leave behind purple bruises to make you his.

He kissed the valley of your chest, where your heart was, and whispered a light, “mine.”

His tongue swirls at the bud of your nipple, and you throw your head back against the wall, hands going to his dark hair, tugging. He tastes the leftover flavour of alcohol on your skin and moves to the other side of your chest, giving your girls fair treatment. You sink lower on his knee and feel your clit getting swollen with beloved attention.

“Mattsu. Bed. Now.”

He released your tit with a low ‘pop’ and smirked at your lustful eyes. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed. You both kick off your shoes and immediately get back to each other's skin.

“Tell me what you want, dove.” Matsukawa moves down to your legs, flipping up your skirt and kissing your inner thighs.

Sighing at the feeling, you murmur, “Your tongue, please, baby. Need you so bad.”

He smiles on your skin. “You sound so fucked out, and I barely touched you, babe.”

You groan as he drags a finger down your clothed slit.

“Shall I eat you out through this lacy number, or be balls deep in you with your panties to the side, hm?”

You can't even speak; your eyes are shut, and beads of sweat are falling from your hairline.

“Just touch me, please; I’ll do anything~”

He kisses your clit through your panties before removing them and throwing them where your shoes are. 

“Y/N” He moves up, tapping on the side of your cheek to open your eyes. “Look at me when I make you come on my tongue.”

Never leaving your gaze, he moves down, his face between your legs, just as you wanted.

He licks a slow, tantalising swipe up your lips to meet your swollen, puffy clit. The tip of his tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves, and he looks up to meet your watery eyes.

"Mattsu, oh my, fuck! Wait, the door is still open!” You screech lightly, trying to push him off even when you don't want to.

“Shut up and listen; do you hear those loud ass fireworks?” He utters against your pussy.

You look out the window, where hundreds of fireworks burst, and the light from them illuminates the dark room. You hadn't even noticed them; your attention was fully on Mattsu.

He continues his attack on your supple flesh, and you arch into the mattress, choking back a loud moan.

“Mattsu~”

“Issei, dove. I want my name to come out of that pretty mouth of yours, understand?”

“Yes, yes, Issei, oh fuckk.” You cried out, your hands lost in his soft hair, as he lapped at your soaking cunt.

A rippling feeling pushed through your lower body as you creamed on Issei’s tongue.

“Thats it, dove, fuck you look so pretty . Need to be in you, please.” Issei rasped while biting your neck.

“Issei, please~ in- in, me ah~” You wantonly moan as he plunges two fingers into your cunt, immediately brushing your G-spot.

Issei rips off his shirt and pulls down his shorts and boxers. You shudder at the utter length of him and pull him into a kiss from the back of his neck. 

Teasingly, your hands feel his abs while moving lower and lower.

Your thumb grazes his slit, and Issei hisses, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. You slowly pump up and down, his precum helping you to his satisfaction.

"Fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck, lord, there, just like that, fucking Christ," he whines, kissing the conjecture between your neck and shoulder.

You laugh. “Taking God’s name in vain?”

He gulps, his voice shaky. “I have no need for a god when I have a goddess like you to worship.”

Issei’s hands gently play with the plush of your stomach as you continue stroking him.

You can hear him, his heartbeat increasing, his temperature rising, his palms getting sweatier, and just when he’s about to feel ecstasy, he grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head.

“No baby, wanna be inside you, pleasee~” He cries out. 

He reaches his hands to the side table next to the bed and says, “gotta be some condoms here-”

“Issei, baby, I'm on the pill.” You pull him back towards you.

“Oh fuck, yes, dove, I get to feel you, all of you.”

You smile gently and bring him into a kiss. At this point, he’s so sex-crazed that he's fucking your mouth with his. 

Issei slowly sits his cock inside you, the feeling of being full, pleasuring you to another level of the universe.

He pulls away, his forehead touches yours, and he kisses the tip of your nose. “Lift your hips for me, dove.”

You comply, and he helps you, digging his fingers into your hips.

“OH FUCKKK~” You jolt, biting the back of your hand to quiet your moans. This new position had you almost fading to black.

“Y/N, don't hide that pretty voice from me now. Everyone’s outside; let me hear you.” He says, in a needy way.

His hips snap with yours, creating a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping skin spread across the dark room, and Issei took in the sight of you completely. Eyes full of lust, your cunt wrapped around his cock, legs around his waist—the different colours of the fireworks illuminating your supple body. 

He steadily continues at the same pace, but just when you are about to reach your second high of the night, he loses that rhythm and pulls out.

Holding your hips, he lands on the mattress on his back with you on top. Issei guides your hips and sinks you down his cock.

“Oh Issei, god, oh my , fuck.” This angle had his bulb fucking your cervix, and you swore that the window behind the bed had stars instead of fireworks.

Issei lifted your hips up and down the length of him, and he threw his head back against the bed. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

He hiked your skirt up, saw how your pussy wrapped around his twitching cock, and lewdly moaned at the sight. The rhythm continued, and waves of fire pooled in your lower abdomen. 

Again and again and again.

Your thighs flexed as you rode him, tits bouncing; you saw his cock disappearing in your body. Issei’s hands played around with your breasts, teasingly flicking your nipples and kneading the flesh.

Finally, you dissolved into the pleasure as if a tight coil unravelled after being wound up. 

“Issei, baby, im cumming , oh fuck, im cumming, oh godd .”

Fireworks—literally and metaphorically—burst from your vision as you came down from high. 

He let you breathe before pulling out and flipping you on to your back again. Your knees pushed flush against your chest, and he thrust, burying himself inside you again.

You were overstimulated, but you wanted more and more from him.

His hips continued pounding. “Y/N, dove, fuck, can I cum inside, please, baby, please.”

You mewled out a quiet 'yes, baby’ and he took exception to that.

Soon you felt his warm, sticky seed coating your walls, and you came once again.

“Issei~

“Love you, baby; I love you so much.” He says, pulling out.

“I love you too ‘Sei; I love you brighter than these fireworks.” You coo, pulling him into your embrace.

After staying in each other’s embrace for what seems like hours, Issei breaks away and moves down to your overworked pussy.

“Issei~ not again.”

He smiles, kissing your thigh. “Relax; I won't push you.”

You sigh and lie back down, letting him do as he wishes. 

Issei grabs his cum, seeping out from your hole, and pushes it back inside. You gasp, feeling his fingers push in deeper.

"Issei, what are you doing?” You shudder.

He comes back up and pecks your lips, brushing the hair out of your face with his other hand, similarly to that beach day. “Making the best out of a creampie.”

“Ugh, Issei, you're so nasty.” You laugh, playfully hitting his chest.

Your laugh stops as you hear the bustling crowd walk back in. The sounds of the fireworks drifted into a sombre silence. Some are still bursting from far away.

“Issei, we gotta get up.” You say, eyes widening at the open door, worried someone, especially Makki, would walk in.

He sighs lazily, slowly, pulling his fingers out, and you whimper at the sensitivity.

Luckily, the two of you did not make a mess on the bed; just the sheets were tussled.

You slid to the edge of the bed, found your panties and put them on while Issei also fixed himself up. Brushing your skirt down, you wobbled on two feet and slipped on your heels.

You grabbed the forgotten jersey and slipped it on. Issei looked up and saw your new outfit.

“Fuck.” He groans.

“What? Something wrong?” You ask worriedly.

“Nah, I just—I should’ve fucked you with nothing except my jersey on.”

You tremble at his eyes that were oozing with want before proposing, “Let’s get out of here, go home, and do exactly that.”

He smiles and grabs your arm, pulling you into his side. The two of you headed downstairs. No one noticed that you were gone due to the fireworks stealing the attention.

Makki approached you a couple minutes later and said, “Those were some crazy fireworks, right?”

Issei nods. “Definitely better than last year; I had my eyes on one sweet show.”

You blushed at the hidden innuendo he was mentioning. You looked over to Iwaizumi, who smirked at the look of you in Issei’s jersey. You quickly tore your eyes away from his gaze.

“Y/N and I are gonna head out; her heads hurting, imma drop her home.” Issei lies, trying to get away from the party.

Makki looks a bit sad but realises that they are going to meet again tomorrow for practice and lunch. “Yeah, okay, see you both tomorrow. Thank you for coming, Y/N!”

“Of course, Makki, I'll see you tomorrow.” You give him a quick hug and return to Issei’s side.

Before you turn to head to the car, Issei hollers to Makki, “Sorry about the sheets being all wrinkled. I was helping Y/N pick an outfit, and I flopped all over your bed.”

Makki laughs, “What? Like you always do when you come over to game?”

Issei chuckles, and you turn away, hiding from Makki.

That night, at his apartment, no fireworks hid your loud moans as Issei fucked you in nothing but his jersey…in god knows how many positions.

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(Morning, 9:00 AM, Matsukawa Issei’s Apartment)

You had awoken before Issei, brushed your teeth, took a shower, stole his clothes, and made your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

As you rolled the tamagoyaki, a yawn caught your attention. After transferring the tamagoyaki to the plate and turning the stove off, you met Issei. He had his arms folded, leaning into the wall at the threshold of the kitchen.

“Good morning, baby.” You say, walking over to him and kissing his cheek.

He hums, his voice deep and honed, “Morning dove.”

“Breakfast is ready, coffee is set, and two spoons of sugar, just how you like it.” You smile.

“I should be doing this for you.” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Next time,” you promise.

The two of you had breakfast in comfortable silence until a prolonged buzzing at intervals came from the bedroom. The two of you ignored it until after washing the dishes and cleaning up. 

Issei went to the room and grabbed both phones, handing yours to you. He plopped down on the couch next to you.

“Ha, it's both of us, the Seijoh group.” He laughs.

You open the Seijoh GC and scroll all the way to the top. Issei doesn't bother opening his; he looks at yours.

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🏐Seijoh GC 🩵

Makki 🃏:

* Attached Image*

Makki 🃏:

mattsun, when you said last night, quote– “Sorry about the sheets being all wrinkled. I was helping Y/N pick an outfit and I flopped all over your bed.” – unquote. Did you mean picking an outfit, or taking an outfit off. Cuz this sure as hell ain’t mine, right @Y/N - chan?

Iwa 💙:

“wrinkle in the sheets” my ass. more like “tussle in the sheets.” 🤣

‘Kawa 👑: mattsun is rizzatron 3000

Iwa 💙: istg shittykawa shut your gen alpha filter off

‘Kawa 👑: bomboclat

Iwa 💙: this is why no one likes you

‘Kawa 👑: iwa-chan…😨

Watacchi 🛡️: oop- 🫢 

Yahaba 😇: im sorry, but is that what i think it is?

Makki🃏: y/n’s boobie holders.

Onion-head 🧅: LMFAO HELP IM DYING 💀💀

Watacchi 🛡️: why is y/n’s bra there and what do you mean by mattsun…

wait– never the fuck mind 😀

Onion-head 🧅: I CANT IM WHEEZING RN BRO WTF

Kunimi 😴: bro its 9:00 why tf yall awake?

Makki 🃏: scroll up

Kunimi 😴: oh. not what i expected. nvm this was worth waking up for shits hilarious

Ken 🐶: same here, not what i expected

Iwa 💙: omfg kyoken spoke

‘Kawa 👑 : ken chan likes me, right?

Ken 🐶 : woof

Onion-head 🧅 : THIS JUST KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER

      someone pls wake up those two

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You slowly turn over to Issei, and his eyes are full of mirth. A couple seconds of silence are broken by loud laughter that shakes the apartment. You're clutching at your stomach, and Issei is hiding in your neck, laughing even harder.

“I accidentally forgot it there, oh my god.” You giggle.

Issei calms down from the laughter, still smiling when he opens his phone. You look at your phone, anticipating what he will type.

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‘Sei ❤️: makki, get your hands off my girls bra

Makki 🃏 : your girl?? 

Iwa 💙 : final-fucking-ly

‘Kawa 👑 : OMG BRO ACC OHIO RIZZED HER

Iwa 💙 : oikawa

‘Kawa 👑 : calm your skibidi down

You: tooru…

‘Kawa 👑 : okok im sorry, sugar

                I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO

Ken 🐶 : ^

Yahaba 😇: omfg at least type it out u inconsiderate shit

Ken 🐶 : congrats y/n and matsukawa

Watacchi 🛡️: i knew somn was going on yesterday at the party, yall are made for each other

Onion-head 🧅 : ever since that day at the beach, we've all been just waiting, congrats you two

Makki🃏: ^^ i could give two shits less about my sheets, yall became each others at my house, thats fucking adorable, love you two. (p.s i def knew this was gonna happen)

You: hajime?

Iwa 💙 : told you there was another reason for you coming, im happy for you, love you sunshine 💛

                                     You: love you too hajime, thank you everyone lol

Iwa 💙 : mattsun, you hurt her, i hurt you

‘Sei ❤️ : i would hurt myself but never hurt her, you have my word

Iwa 💙 : take care of her

‘Kawa 👑 : its like watching a dad giving his daughter's hand in marriage

Onion-head 🧅 : omfg bro is right lolol

‘Sei ❤️ : except im her daddy now

Makki 🃏 : omfg

Kunimi 😴: LMFAO BRO

Makki 🃏 : bro 💀 take that shit to the bed

Ken 🐶 : he did; took it to yours instead

Onion-head 🧅 : SINCE WHEN WERE YOU FUNNY?!?

Ken 🐶 : woof

Onion-head 🧅 : IM GONE

Watacchi 🛡️: atp i'm just existing

‘Sei ❤️ : get your asses ready for practice

Iwa 💙 : fr (i just burned my eyes from that text)

Kunimi 😴: alr imma gts for 30 more min

You: aki… istg get your ass up

Kunimi 😴: oh shit mom’s mad

You: “mom” is about to revoke your nap privileges

Kunimi 😴: im up

Makki 🃏 : i'll bring your boobie holders

You: ty makki, stop calling them boobie holders

Makki 🃏 : hehe

Iwa 💙 : alr see y'all there

You: bye guys, make sure you bring ALL your equipment or else no snacks from me

‘Kawa 👑 : yall dont need snacks, im a snack

Iwa 💙 : imma whack you

‘Kawa 👑: 🤫🧏‍♂️

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You set your phone down and stretch your arms over your head. Issei’s head is on your lap, and you brush through his dark hair.

“Shall we get ready?” You ask.

He gets up and pulls you into his lap, kissing you deeply. “10 more minutes.”

You laugh into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “10 minutes only, promise?”

Issei hums, biting your bottom lip before whispering, “Promise.”

From that day, when you saw fireworks, you thought of that night. You thought of Issei and his gentle embrace, which lulled you to peace. You thought of his touch, which set you afire. 

You thought of home.

End Notes:

each emoji means something:

Makki's card = card game fan, like you Iwa's blue heart = deep friendship Oikawa's crown = great king (Dai Ōsama) Watari's shield = defense cuz he's a libero Yahaba's angel = because he is an angel and wants the best for everyone Kindaichi's onion = self-explanatory, turnip/onion head Kunimi's sleepy face = seems like a sleepy baby KyoKen's dog = self-explanatory, mad dog Mattsu's red heart = deep, passionate, true love ----

can you tell that i am also obsessed with iwaizumi, im still conviced that he is half-desi (south asian), The Tumblr Headcanon That Made It Official For Me

soooo... imma go watch aot for the umpteenth time hehe~

okay bye madarchods, love you guys 🤍🩵

[stayatsam]

5, 7, 10, 21, 22 :3

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

it's almost 1:1 now!

i've found posting WIPs especially motivates me to actually get a final piece out on social media, i'm much more willing to go back and look for what to do and fix when i can see it on my phone any time of day instead of having to open up CSP

generally if something isn't posted it's probably a doodle from my D&D game that i tend to put together into big posts already. i used to be much more hesitant and picky about what pieces get posted or not but i'm way more confident nowadays than i used to be

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

dry pastels for sure. the texture and sound of chalk sets my nerves on fire but i love seeing what comes out of it, and the big mess it causes makes it such an endearing medium even if it's not one i do

it's actually what got me into art in the first place way back when. i used to do a yearly art camp as a kid and they always had us doing flowers in dry pastels, which i just sort of branched out into pencils, charcoal, watercolor, and eventually found a home on digital art

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

specifically love the folds when someone is sitting or bending over and their shirt wrinkles around their abdomen. Also just the way pants fold like this too, funny to say like "The crotch" BUT IT'S FUN

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

@wiltkingart drives me craaaaazy. wouldn't say NOTHING like mine since i definitely feel myself subconsciously drawing inspiration from him but everytime new wilt art drops my brain short circuits positively

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

i do a stretch where you hold your arm out straight, thumb pointing up, and use your other hand to tug back on your thumb. i usually interrupt about every hour in to do this again but i also do this one

i used to not stretch and then paid for it pretty dearly unable to hold a pen for like a month straight. my job also has me gripping a mouse all day which doesn't help

[mcl4r3n]

dando + 2? 👀

“Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

This got way longer than I intended so I'm putting this under the cut!

List of prompts here :3

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Daniel doesn't get Lando sometimes. Given, it's tough to adjust to new teammates. But it's been six months of being partnered up with Lando and Daniel still keeps feeling like all he does is take missteps around him.

He thought that they were getting somewhere, honestly. He's done his best. Is it jarring to not be instant friends with Lando? Yeah, fuck, he can admit that to himself.

But he thought that doing things like trying to invite him out for dinner, just—fucking, finding common ground considering that Daniel doesn't give a flying rat's ass about golf or gaming, would maybe help some.

It's bad enough that he can't get to grips with the car, and that his race engineer can barely remember his fucking name most days. he needs someone in his corner, and for some reason, his brain has decided to latch on to the one person who seems most adamant about not wanting to be his friend.

The thing is that this dinner, where he's taken Lando to one of his favorite little spots in Monaco to celebrate Lando's podium, was going along pretty nicely up until just a minute ago.

He decided early on that maybe coming out to Lando would help put him in his good graces—to show that he trusts him, to show something there was more to Daniel than just joking around and racing, maybe.

So he tells Lando a few little anecdotes about his attempts at dating since Lando asked, and he's in the middle of talking about this one guy who, well, hasn't been that great, really, but he's nice enough, even if he sometimes gives Daniel shit for his very busy schedule.

(The NDA Blake had to draw up for him had to be airtight. It was a whole thing.)

But now Lando's got this pinched expression on his face, and Daniel kind of breaks.

"Okay, Norris Lando, what gives?" Daniel finally asks.

It feels like he's about to fall apart, like every little hurt he's squirreled away inside the box in his head marked "do not open" is about to explode.

"Are you—like, is all of this making you uncomfortable? Why are you mad?” Daniel asks. He feels a little helpless, which is never a feeling he enjoys.

Lando's expression shifts, his eyebrows shooting up.

"What?"

Daniel puts his beer down, sighs, rests his forehead on his hand. he's so tired, all of a sudden. It's been a shit season, a shit year, and all he wanted to do was be Lando's fucking friend.

"You're—you're looking at me like—mate, I don't even know. You asked me about my dating life and so I decided to share it with you and now you're looking at me like I pissed in your drink, so what fucking gives? Why are you mad at me?"

Lando's face colours, and then he looks away. Daniel watches him, watches the way his breathing changes, the way the blush creeps high onto his cheeks.

“I’m not mad," Lando says quietly. He fiddles with the straw in his iced tea, already so diluted all the ice has gone. "I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

"Oh yeah, why, are you offering?" Daniels asks before he can stop himself. He's kind of had it with Lando. Had it with the attitude and the cold shoulders and the fucking—whatever this is.

Lando looks at him sharply, then, before he frowns, and then looks away again.

"I—" he starts. He swallows. He takes a shuddering breath.

Daniel's heart hammers an entire drumbeat against his ribcage. He's not quite sure what's happening here, but his body's decided that it's high time to panic.

"Just forget about it," Lando says. "Please, can we just forget about it—"

"No, what—mate, I don't know what the fuck is going on right now, and I don't understand what you have against me, just fucking talk to me, it's all I've wanted you to do all year," Daniel finally says.

He exhales. He can't believe that this is all boiling over now.

They were supposed to be celebrating Lando's P3. Daniel swallowed his pride to take him out, instead of staying at home to mope around over his P12 finish.

And finally, Lando looks at him again and his eyes are pleading.

"I'm—I'm sorry, DR," he says quietly. "I'm sorry I've been a cunt."

Daniel lets out a little tch between his teeth. He's not exactly sure what else there is to say, after that.

"It's—you don't know how hard it is to be in your shadow, and to like you so much," Lando says. Which. What?

What the fuck?

"Like me? Coulda fooled me there, mate."

Lando's picked up the paper that his straw was sheathed in earlier and now he's twisting it over and over in his fingers like a nervous tick.

"I like you more than you can even imagine, Danny," Lando replies, his eyes downcast. "I've been trying to—fix it. Stop it. So I've just. . . sort of swung in the opposite direction to try to—" he shrugs, and Daniel's entire body feels like it's about to dissolve into ash. "To get over you. But hearing you just fucking—settling like that when—when there are so many other people who could treat you well. It just."

Lando swallows audibly, and finally looks up.

"I'd never give you shit for your busy schedule," he continues. "But then again, we'd have the same one so, it wouldn't be an issue. Y'know. In a hypothetical situation where you did actually see me as more than just—" Lando waves his hand around aimlessly in the air. "Whatever. A kid. Your teammate."

Daniel feels completely unmoored, but also like fucking laughing at the ridiculousness of this entire conversation.

"You—you're telling me you like me? Like, like that? You've spent most of this year being prickly and mean and now you're telling me you like me, and you also want me to stop seeing you like a kid?"

Lando looks so caught out at that, so shocked by it, that Daniel knows he needs to fix this before he screws up even worse.

He reaches out and takes Lando's wrist in his hands, feels the hummingbird pulse there, ten kilometers a minute. Warm, of course, just like how Daniel feels right now.

"Hey, hey," Daniel says. "Can we maybe start with friends first, and see where that takes us?"

His heart feels like a hummingbird too, now.

Lando gives him a small, hesitant smile. "You don't hate me?"

Daniel feels every tense muscle leave him.

"Of course not," Daniel replies, relief and hope blooming inside his chest now. "Couldn't even if I tried, and boy, did I try. Actually I think you were better at that than I was, by the looks of it."

Lando kicks him under the table, but Daniel barely feels it. He just grins instead, and true enough, Lando smiles back.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Nya and jay number 22

I love angst and trauma >:333

22 - Forced to Watch

"STOP PLAYING GAMES!" the masked man roared, wrenching the cage door open with a bang.

His massive hand grabbed Jay's curly hair and pulled the blue ninja from the cage. Before he could react, Jay's arms were grasped by two equally hulking masked figures.

"Don't you dare touch him," Nya said, her voice dangerously low.

A distant whine of panic was humming through her brain. Usually when any of the ninja were captured by common thugs, their 'demands' and 'interrogations' were a joke. Nya was starting to think that these ones were more than common thugs.

"I will ask you again," the masked man growled. "Where is Wu."

"I told you," Jay said in a shockingly level voice, even as he winced as the grips on his arms tightened, "we don't know. No one has seen him in months."

"No one knows where he is," Nya added. With Jay no longer protected by cage bars, they were both on thin ice. She felt vulnerable with her greatest weakness in the clutches of the likes of him.

No one could see the man's gaze, but Nya sensed his eyes flicking between the couple. Maybe if he hadn't caught them in the middle of a date, maybe if Jay and Nya didn't have natural chemistry that they were terrible at hiding from foes, maybe if Nya could pretend-- just pretend-- not to care for a second, the man would not realize he had an upper hand.

But he did.

In one swift movement, the masked man sank his fist into Jay's gut.

Jay doubled over, gasping.

The thugs pulled him upright again.

Nya clutched the bars, her own breath stuttering. "We don't know where he is! Jay's not going to tell you anything."

"If he won't," the blank black mask turned to face her, "you will."

"Don't--" Jay warned with wide eyes.

The fist slammed against his eye and he grunted.

Nya flinched along with him. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't bear to see the love of her life hurt by some gruff nobody.

"You WILL watch, or I will get my knives next."

Nya's head snapped up. Her eyes met Jay's. The one that had been hit was already bruised and swelling. 'I'll be fine,' he mouthed.

His tremulous smile flashed across his face before--

The next blow was to Jay's jaw. To his head. His stomach, ribs, stomach, ribs, head, ribs. Bruises bloomed with each impact.

"STOP IT!" Nya yelled.

The violence halted for only a few seconds as the mask turned back to her. "Volunteering?"

"No!" Jay groaned, chest heaving. "No, take me..."

They could both feel the smile spread behind the mask.

BAM

Spray of blood.

CRACK

A groan.

Jay's grunts turned to heavy pants. Then to whimpers. Whines. And worst of all, choking, broken sobs.

Nya sobbed right along with him, unable to tear her eyes away.

When are last Jay's head lolled against just chest, upright only from the iron grips hauling him up, the punches, slaps, kicks, and backhands finally slowed.

"Get my bat," the man sneered.

"NO! NO STOP IT! HE'S IN A TIME VORTEX, OKAY? Master Wu is lost in time! We don't know WHERE or WHEN he is, I promise! Just let Jay go... let him go... please..."

"That's enough for now." He patted Jay's cheek so softly that Nya wanted to bite through the metal bars.

The door wrenched open and Jay's limp figure was tossed in. Nya caught him before he hit the ground. She cradled his still form close to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry."

"You could at least have thought of a better lie. I'll be back in an hour with my knives," he growled. "And I expect the truth then."

He and his goons left. Their laughter echoed back to her, dancing up her spine. She shook her head. Revenge later; Jay now.

Nya brushed Jay's blood-matted hair out of his face. His eyelids fluttered. He whimpered.

She kissed his forehead as gently as she could. "It's okay, it's okay... I've got you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, just feeling his warmth in her arms. She couldn't watch him go through that again.

She wouldn't.

[aheartshapedgun]

2, 11, 18, THIRTY NINE DESPERATELY, 42, and 60 for the get to your writer game :)

2) Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I try to have an outline of what should be in the chapter, but my brain keeps spitting out ideas as I write so it rarely checks out xD

Created a doc for my bodyguard AU where I structured every little thing... We'll see how that'll go :s

11) Link your three favorite fics right now

I honestly don't like the idea of favorites because I feel like it belittles other authors and I think everyone who contributes to a fandom with their work (if it's in character and not some disgusting shit) deserves to be given a shoutout, but since I've been asked...

invisible string [ilsaethan]

cherish all these simple things (wherever we may be)

Serendipity [marina]

I skipped some of the new ilsaethan stuff and feel like it has some possible favorites, but like I said, I'm grateful for any content.

18) Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Whenever I thought of a title before writing it almost never stuck lol so I tend to do that when I'm done. Sometimes there's a line that I see fit, sometimes it's just some thing popping into my head, and sometimes it's lyrics. I hate titling a fic less than summarizing it, but both give me a headache lmao

39) Share a snippet from a WIP

Nodding hello to her colleagues, most of whom showed her a smile, Ilsa made her way to the weightlifting area, where she began to warm up with some light stretches. She then moved on to the bench press, loading up the bar with enough weight to challenge her strength.

“You sure you can handle that, Faust?” Rufus teased, cocking an eyebrow at her as she lay down on the bench, her hands gripping the bar tightly.

He was in his twenties, relatively new to the IMF, and somehow always around when Ilsa sought peace and quiet. Usually, he was very kind and polite to everyone, but he had a little quirk that could be quite annoying. She figured it was no coincidence that his name rhymed with “doofus.”

42) What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Couldn't even remember, but it was easy to find because it was ilsaethan and pre-Dead Reckoning and I always leave a comment.

So, apparently the last time I was actually in the right headspace to read was two months ago, wow... It was Perfectly Broken by @ilsafausts and yes, I do recommend all of her stuff <3

60) Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Yes, and it's the best feeling! It was simple really, they just said, "seeing the pairing so well executed as you‘ve written them (including their adorable off-spring) is such a wonderful thing to read!" but it made me tear up and I couldn't stop grinning for hours lol

[monzabee]

OKAY TO PREFACE, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RESPOND TO THIS!!! I JUST WANTED TO SHARE AND IT TURNED INTO A WHOLE RANT 😭😭😭

i recently got my friend into f1 and she SWEARS that i only got into watching it because me and my boyfriend are a f1 fanfic trope. (we’ve been together two years but i met him at my first ever job. i’ve been watching f1 since before i knew him). anyways, she says it’s the way we act on top of the obvious passenger princess X driver trope WHICH OKAY i am admittedly a horrible driver and so i think she’s onto something there and i thought it was funny so i wanted to tell a fellow f1 girlie.

SOOO my boyfriend is a master tech (a pro mechanic basically) and currently getting a degree in engineering. he can build a car from scratch, has worked with mercedes & audi & been offered jobs by literal luxury ass car brands that he had to turn down cause he’s doesn’t graduate for a couple more months. basically, he’s a car genius and hes not even 21 yet (subtle brag cause i’m his official hype woman). he wanted to get into racing as a kid but as he got older, felt like he was more interested in the building and fixing of cars then the actual racing, though he still LOVES racing himself it’s just not a career he wanted to pursue.

NOW OKAY, so he’s this amazing driver and builder car guy and when we met i didn’t even have a license and nobody trusted me enough with their car to practice cause im… not great. i have a habit of going way too fast but recklessly cause i have zero skills and also breaking way too hard. he actually took the time to teach me how to drive. 99% of the time i’m still a passenger princess and the 1% this man is gripping his fucking seat and giving me comments like (these are real ones too) “ooh don-annnnd you cut him off. okay. that’s fine,” “look that guy just flipped you off haha” “what? why?” “cause he had the right of way and you almost ran him over?” “BABE BABE BABE THIS IS ONLY AN EXIT” “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME SOONER?” “I THOUGHT YOU KNEW” “WELL CLEARLY NOT!!?” and the same exact conversation about me hitting a curb and he ‘thought i would notice and correct my mistake’ (spoiler: i didn’t. i never notice. i am a menace to the streets and a public safety hazard behind the wheel). there’s so much more. i literally ran over his neighbors mailbox the same exact night that i accidentally drove over the middle part of a traffic circle. our texts ab me driving are so funny i wish i could screenshot and send them on anon. the best thing though is he always makes fun of me and gives me shit but when i tell you if i even do a smidgen of a thing good or like correctly name a car type or brand or a car part his whole attitude changes and now he’s my biggest supporter and suddenly i am a fucking car pro.

ANYWAYS, LET ME NOT GIVE HIM TOO MUCH CREDIT CAUSE HE WOULD CALL ME CORNY! so he IS the best person for car related shit BUT in every other aspect i am the go to. i gotta type out his professional emails and explain that you can in fact NOT put that type of plastic in the microwave. hes good at math, cars, video games, speaking more than one language, being strong, and knowing how to swim but I TAKE THE CAKE IN EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

👻👻👻

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG! YOU DONT GOTTA REPLY !!!

OKAY I READ THIS WHEN I WAS LITERALLY LEAVING MY HOUSE LAST NIGHT BUT I THINK WE MIGHT BE THE SAME PERSON😭 i've had my driver's licence for five years but i swear everytime i get behind the wheel i feel like i've forgotten how to drive so i do prefer to be just a passenger princess. SO I GET YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT AND I THINK IT'S BETTER THAN BEING THE DRIVER😭

also you boyfriend is an engineering student?? MINE IS TOO😭 the things he talks to me sometimes i totally don't get it at all but it is so funny every time he tries to teach me something about engineering because my humanities brain cannot handle it😭

ANYWAY READING THIS LAST NIGHT MADE ME SO EXCITED AND IT WAS SO CUTE SO THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY NIGHT😭🩷

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"My Mind Was Clear But Unable to Reveal My Name 4 Long Years'," Toronto Star. September 29, 1943. Page 1 & 2. --- By MARGARET ECKER The true story of John Patrick Murphy is stranger than the fiction he writes. It's a pulp writer's dream come true.

Four years ago - on July 26. 1939 - John Patrick Murphy was picked up by police from a Toronto street. A woman standing by muttered, "Aren't these drunks disgusting." and an ambulance took him, unidentified, to a hospital.

John Patrick Murphy wasn't drunk. He was completely stricken by paralysis. His brain was clear, but he couldn't move a finger. he couldn't even frame his own name with his lips. He did try, and from the results he was booked for twe years in that hospital as "John Murray" of Vancouver.

John Patrick Murphy of Timmins, telegrapher and radio announcer, vanished into air. A mystery man lay in a hospital. A wife and a nine-year-old son waited at home, dazed, incredulous that the father of the home should not return from a business trip to Toronto.

Missed This Pocket In a hospital safe was a wallet that could have cleared up the mystery - but no one discovered the secret pocket with the cards of identification.

As John Patrick tapped out on an alphabet board in Our Lady of Mercy Hospital for Incurables the other day: "Even from the first there was little pain-only shock. My mind was clear."

At first, he couldn't even swallow and he was kept alive by intravenous feeding. Later he was fed through a rubber tube. At the end of eight months he could swallow and a little feeling had seeped into his left side. He still couldn't grip a pen or pencil.

One day, his wife, in her search for him, passed within two blocks left hand is more convenient and although it of the hospital. She couldn't know takes time he writers that her husband might almost have seen her front his wheel chair by the window.

John Patrick Murphy still sits in that same chair. He's still paralytic. He still has no control over his body except for the fingers of his left hand, with which he can punch down on typewriter keys.

World is His Oyster But the world became his oyster when the meagre power came back to these fingers.

"I'm writing all right now," he tapped out on his alphabet board. "In a few years I'll be sitting pretty."

It was two years before John's large, capable hands hands showed signs of life, then only the left one responded to his ceaseless flexing. One day he found he could clutch a pencil - and John Murphy of Vancouver was a mystery man no longer.

"I spent days printing notes to my wife, my mother, my friends," he typed out.

His wife rushed down from Timmins.

"We decided there must be something I could still do. Then we hit on it - I'd write stories. The problem was solved - I thought."

This is the story of the birth of John Patrick Murphy - author, as he punched it out himself.

"Dad built a special table for me to fit a wheelchair. A tyре writer company rented me a type writer at a purely nominal sum, I thought I was made.

Story is Accepted "For seven months I ground out tripe only to have it fired back in my face with reason. Finally in March, 1942, came my first sale. Ten bucks for 2,300 words. My wife was jubilant. Me too. We were made. I war a writer.

"But I didn't have another sale until August. After that my writing paid off better. I've made several hundred since then - $500 since January of this year. Writing in a 13-bed hospital ward is rather hectic at times, but I spend from 8 a.m. to 8 pm. in my wheel chair, and I work eight hours every day. I'm still clawing at the fringes, but I'm improving.

He indicated a copy of the Farmer's Magazine. Inside was one of the tales he has dreamed up 'Tundra Detective,' a blood and thunder adventure yarn.

He took up his story again: "My wife and I play games. We pretend that I was interned in the first month of the war and that my exile will last only until hostilities cease. Could be.

"We are working for our own home again. She is a stout fella - plenty of courage and the biggest heart in the world. Our boy, 14, is worth working for he wants to be a doctor. The future looks very rosy for us."

"Don't Worry About It" "I will never get better but I don't worry about it because the world is a pretty sick place to live in now anyway. Laboriously spelled out on a board all the letters of the alphabet and the numerals from one to nine, this is Mr. Murphy's philosophy of life.

"I don't worry," he spelled out, "I keep busy at my work eight hours a day and have sold a story every week for the past several months." Inserted in his typewriter was the third sheet of the manuscript of his latest tale - another epic of crime.

He says his fondest hope is that his son can achieve his ambition to become a doctor. My wife he stated, "comes from a family of doctors and it is born in the boy."

He works in front of a large window in the 13-bed ward. His desk is piled high with dictionaries, best sellers and copies of magazines in which his stories have been printed.

"Life is not as dark as It would appear, he smiled. my work keeps me occupied and my mind off other things."

Writes Regularly Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Murphy, Sr. of Cobalt, are his parents.

"Pat has to write all correspondence with the index finger of his left hand,' said his mother. 'This is more convenient and although it takes time he writes us once a week. He also keeps in touch with three sisters and a brother so I know he's improving.

Each summer, usually in August, the parents visit their son for two days. He has shown progress in talking, they say. Soon, they hope he will walk.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Prologue

*Warning Adult Content*

Theodore Banks

'I've had enough of this shit.'

"Again, Theo?" Lee the school nurse says, as he looks at my nose, drippling with blood that was most likely broken, again.

"Yeah, I wince out as he touches the part that hurt the most.

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"Theo, you can't just keep coming in here, you need to tell someone this is happening," he says shaking his head with a sigh as he positions himself to pop my nose back into place, his eyes asking if I'm ready.

"Just do it," I force out, clenching my fists and closing my eyes tightly as I feel Lee's fingers touch my nose.

I don't even feel the pain anymore once Lee pops my nose back into place, this has been my life since I was fourteen, now seventeen I was used to coming to the nurse's office with broken bones, bruises, some from how clumsy I was, some... not so much.

"Hold it here," Lee instructs as I hold a tissue to my nose as he gets a bandage.

"This is the last time Theo, if I see you in here again, I'm going to the principal, at this rate you won't have a nose left."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head, just thankful he hasn't spoken to anyone yet about this, as I wanted to delay the moment as much as possible, with being so close to graduating and getting the hell out of this school.

"You'll miss me when I'm gone Lee," I joke lightly, earning a warning look from Lee when I jumped down off from the bed.

Lee wraps my nose in a bandage with a frown on his face as I clench my eyes shut at how painful it's going to be for the next few days, when he's finished, I take a quick look into the mirror and grimace at how swollen my nose was.

"Take the day off and go home, I'll tell your teachers you weren't feeling well."

I grab my Warhammer bag and put it over my shoulder, then turn to look at me with wide eyes as I couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you."

He waves me off and then goes back to his desk.

"Remember what I said. It's the last time Mr Banks. I don't want to see you in here again," he says as I gripped the strap of my backpack tightly.

I left the nurses office and headed down the hall, class had already started and I was thankful I got to go home, I don't think I could survive today and not break out crying, making it only worse for me.

I hated this place and I hated everyone inside it, only Lee had ever been nice to me but I guess he didn't have a choice either, as he probably felt sorry for me.

Did he think I liked living like this?

Because I liked games and wore glasses and wasn't in shape like every other guy in this forsaken school?

So, what if I didn't like sports or did bad at maths, was it a reason to be bullied over?

I meant it when I said I had enough of this, I was so close to graduating and soon enough I'll be heading to university, I hated myself for not at least learning some defensive moves, maybe then I wouldn't get my ass kicked so much.

I had heard about a gym in the city that did classes in kickboxing and defensive classes, just taking one class there would be a huge dent in my paycheck but I was seriously considering it after the morning I had.

The football team found it hilarious beating me up on days they had a big game, it was a ritual for them, they believed that not messing with me on game day would jinx the performance of the team.

Obviously, it's all bullshit, they're just men with tiny brains and even tinier cocks.

Fifteen minutes later my bike I was home and in my bedroom, my parents were still at work and will be until 5pm and since it was only 12 noon, I decided to open my laptop and look more into that gym.

Googling the gym 'No Limits' I look more into the classes they do and then look over the prices of each class, wincing when I see just how much this will set me back a month.

$70 for just an hour... who the hell prices these things?

I found at the bottom that it was cheaper for me to just sign up as a member and get a membership then to just go once, so I opened the sign-up page and started putting my details in.

They asked for my age, weight and height and what my goal was for coming to the gym and since I couldn't put in what I wanted 'to beat the shit out of my bullies' I simply put in 'personal gain'.

Grabbing my credit card, I paid this month's fee and finished the process and then I added my name to the waiting list for a personal trainer, thinking what the hell, it couldn't hurt to just have one lesson to see if I liked it or not.

Closing my laptop and then putting it on the floor beside my bed, I groaned out once I saw a fresh blood drop on my favourite shirt, making me get up quickly and take it off over my head and then head into my bathroom.

I ran my t-shirt over the tap water and started scrubbing, cursing out under my breath as the blood starts to smudge with the fabric.

This is the last time... I'm going to seriously try and change, I needed to fight back just once, once is all it took to make these guys back off and I don't do it now, will I ever stick up for myself?

Nobody was going to do it for me and I didn't want anyone to fight for me.

Tomorrow was Saturday and that's when I'll head into the city and see the gym in person and starting tomorrow, I'm going to get my life together, for my sake and my sanity.

With the blood cleaned from my t-shirt, I swore to myself things will change, I won't be a coward anymore, I'm going to fight and I'm not going to run away from my problems anymore.

'I needed to change.' 

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Opposite Ends 

Chapter 13 | Together

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt 1 |

Chapter 14 is out now - enjoy Sweet peas, P. x 🌿

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 6.5k word count

Chapter warnings | Mention of physical abuse, violent descriptions

Any & All comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | Here is the other half of the chapter :( 🖤 Okay I've got my laptop back (finally 😫👩🏼‍💻) only 2 more chapters to go until the end. I am PUMPED. Let's do this.

Eddie | March 1986

It was well and truly dark, eery shadows moving in the spaces between the trees that our flash lights didn’t meet. Y/n had shot me a look as I shoved branches out of our way and nodded up to where Dustin was slipping further into the darkness, pleading with me in her eyes as I nodded to show her that I understood. 

The pitch black engulfed me as I sped up after him, flinching as the branches of new saplings scratched at my face. 

“Somethings happening.” He muttered as he glanced down at his compass clasped between his hands excitedly, tearing off again as I broke free of the tree line.

“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” My feet shuffled uncertainly as I swung my head around, my stomach rolled as the gnawing feeling of not being able to deny that I recognised where we were headed, ate at me. 

“I think we’re getting close.” Dustin turned to look at me over his shoulder with a satisfied grin as the moonlight reflected off the flat surface, I shot forward just as he moved to take a step into the lakes edge. 

“Watch your step, big guy.” I gripped the handle of his backpack to jerk him away from it, slapping his chest as the others filed out besides us.

“Oh man.” Steve caved over as he tried to catch his breath, swearing as he gripped his hips and tossed his head back. “You gotta be shitting me.”

“Yeah.” I sighed as the croaking of frogs and birds screeching, cut me off. “I thought these woods were familiar.” Henderson moved to my side as her eyes glimmered, leaning over the water’s edge as she glanced in the direction of Ricks place, hidden behind the thick tufts of trees that curved around us. 

“Lover’s lake.” Robin whispered as the gentle swells lapped at our feet. 

“This is confounding.” Dustin shook his head in disbelief as everyone else grimaced in the same show of shock.  

“There’s a gate in lovers lake?” Max glanced at Dustin and I screwed up my face to remember what y/n had told me that first night they came to the boat house. In between all of the other supernatural shit like fleshy monsters and an upside-down world, gates hadn’t seemed as bad in comparison.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way?” Nancy’s voice was loud across the lakes surface as she spun to face y/n. 

“Yeah, only one way to find out.” Y/n pointed her hand at the boat that was washed up on the shoreline a few paces from where we all huddled, three flashlight beams swivelled to outline the metal panelling. 

Steve clapped me on the shoulder as he raised his brows at me, nodding for me to follow as he jumped down onto the bank of dirt. Y/n shot me a panicked look as I passed her, grinning with false confidence as I let the backs of our hands brush against each other. 

My face dropped as I followed the mustard outline of Harrington’s back and reached down to clasp the edge of the boat.

“On three. One. Two. Three.” Steve huffed and blew out his cheeks as the metal groaned and we uprooted it, dropping it further into the water as the droplets splashed onto our jeans. 

“Easy. I…I said easy, man” I rolled my eyes at his whining voice as I felt the mass of warm bodies step up behind us. 

“Sorry, dude.” I scoffed, not surprised that King Harrington would be upset over some damp clothes. 

“Here you go.” He reached out behind us to take Robin’s hand, I grunted as I felt her fingers twist at the top of my hair as she pushed down against both mine and Steve’s head, ignoring his offer of help. 

“Yeah, I’m just gonna do that. Thankyou.” I lurched to the side as she slipped between us, the boat rocking under her weight as y/n laughed silently behind me. 

“Yeah, that works to.” Steve sighed 

I jumped in lightly straight after Robin so I could help y/n into the boat. She jolted in surprise with a small smile as I held my arm out for her and bowed my head, my chest warming at the blush that flared across her cheeks, so strongly I could almost feel the heat from her. 

Wheeler slid in straight after her, breaking Robin’s glare as it flickered between y/n and I, a toothy grin spreading across her face as y/n dropped my hand and scrambled to find a seat.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us?” I shoved the front of Dustin’s cap as I watched his clunky shoe lift into the boat, snapping his head back as his face dropped in surprise. “This thing holds three people tops, okay?” He glanced back at his sister for support but she just shook her head.

“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max.” Her eyes slid from Little Henderson’s to mine as I crouched along the seat beside her, reaching into my pocket for my pack of smokes.

“Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy drew herself to her full height and faced Dustin. 

“You keep an eye out.” He glowered, his face screwing up in betrayal. He leant back in mock surprise, taunting her. “It’s my Goddamn theory.” Y/n’s eyes slithered dangerously at his tone but Robin beat her to it.

“You heard her.” Robin jeered. 

“Who put her in charge?” Dustin pointed in outrage at her as he looked between me and Steve for help, sighing as I grinned and held my hands up hopelessly.

“I did.” Robin shot back, shrugging with confidence. 

“Compass.” The boat shook as Nancy took a step forward, holding her hand out expectantly as y/n laughed.

“Hey! There you go.” Steve tossed his backpack at Dustin’s chest, sending him hurtling back a few paces as he grunted and pushed the boat out from the bank, barely missing the water as he jumped into it at the last second. 

“Ow.” Dustin cried out as Robin handed me an oar and started paddling with her own. “You said three.” Dustin accused, holding his hand in the air angrily as Max shook her head beside him. 

“Sorry.” Steve whispered, waving half-heartedly as we propelled out into deeper waters.  

“Bed time at nine Kiddo’s, miss you already.” Robin stood up to wave at their figures being swallowed up by the distance as Dustin held up the finger at her, grinning as she plopped back down and nudged y/n’s shoulder. 

“Hot enough for you?” She grinned, y/n had her eyes on my arms as I grunted, pushing the oar against the still waters. She flinched as Robin’s words sunk in, spinning away from me like she’d been caught doing something wrong. 

“Uh what?” She blustered, clasping her hands together in her lap. 

“The temperature.” Robin grinned like a wild woman as Steve shook his head and Nancy peered down at Dustin’s compass, biting back her own smile.

“It’s hot as shit, I’m sweating. Might need to take a swim.” Her short curls bounced as she leaned over the edge, staring into the black depths as y/n regained her composure and sat up straight, her own stare sweeping over the streaks of moonlight quivering on the surface. 

“I know you think you’re being funny, but if Dustin’s right, that might be exactly what we have to do.”

Robin groaned as her arms dropped, her oar knocking against the side of the boat and after an hour of rowing, I didn’t blame her either.

“Woah, woah, woah, woah slow down, guys.” Steve’s flashlight blinded us as he swung around and Nancy called out, a slight whirring sound emitting from the compass as she held it out for all of us to see. The wood dropped against the floor with a plank as we pulled the oars out of the water, spraying splotches over everyone as we piled them between our feet.

“Woah.” The indents on the metal disappeared from view as Steve pushed the light right up against it. Y/n bent her head close to mine as we all lent in to look at what Nancy was pointing out, swaying as the boat rocked beneath us. 

Robin jumped as the static on the walkie crackled and Dustin’s voice rang through it. 

Guys, what’s going on? Come on guys, talk to me what going on? 

Robin tugged the antenna upwards as she brought the radio to her lips, peering down at the dial spinning manically as y/n sat back and huffed, pressing her hand into her face. 

“Compass has gone all wonky.” Robin groaned into the walkie to press the importance of her meaning. I gripped the side of the boat behind y/n’s back and reached down to grab the flashlight that Steve had dropped, shining it on him as he tugged off his shoes and peeled away his socks. 

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy’s voice harboured a warning as it built up on the preface of an argument. 

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this thing out.” Steve’s voice was breathy as he snapped back with his reasoning. 

“Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain, and a certified life guard for three years, then.... It’s gotta be me, no complaints, alright?” Steve raised his brows in my direction like he was in danger of receiving a rebuff from me, leaning up over the side of the boat as y/n groaned at his subtle brag. 

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I do not wanna go down there.” I dipped my hand into my pocket to grab the plastic bag I’d saved, dumping the rolling papers and my lighter on the floor as I wrapped it around the flashlight. 

Robin and y/n shared a sly grin as we all watched Nancy’s eyes glue to Harrington’s hairy chest as he tugged his sweater over his head.

“Hey. Goodluck.” I glanced at y/n’s smirk to make sure she didn’t have her eyes on Steve’s nudity, palming the flashlight into his hand as he mumbled a thanks and tossed his jumper into my arms. He didn’t see me roll my eyes as I fished a lone cigarette from my pocket.  

“Gross.” I glared in light anger as Robin pinched it from between my lips, angling her arm back to toss it into the water before y/n’s hand shot out to steal it from between her fingers, bringing it to her own mouth as she arched a brow cheekily and lit it up for herself, handing it back to me as it blazed in the dark. 

“Steve. Be careful.” Nancy’s eyes dipped as Steve’s met hers, and Y/n’s eyes met mine over the smoke as we both glanced away, embarrassed, feeling privy to a moment that was not meant for our eyes. 

Steve nodded and took a deep breath, bending his knees before he glided through the air and launched himself into the cold water, splashing us loudly as the boat rocked dangerously and he disappeared under its depths. 

I felt her warm finger tips as she wrapped them around my wrist, sliding along the seat as she pressed her knee against mine and pouted for the cigarette, I gave it up with a smile, unable to resist her charm as she took a deep drag, tracing the outline of her soft features as she let the smoke hiss through her teeth. 

“Where are we at Wheeler?” Robin’s anxious voice snapped me out of my distraction as I reluctantly tore my eyes away from y/n’s lips wrapped around the smoke. 

“Closing in on a minuet.” Nancy’s tone was hard as her eyes squinted at her watch, her voice barely keeping back her own waves of fear.

An uncomfortable silence settled around us, only filled by our short breaths and the slight waves lapping at the edge of the boat as we all watched the water. Each second that the surface stayed still, the the glassy top of it settling from Steve’s departure, riddle the tension with anxiety. 

“Christ.” The water gushed loudly, drowning out my scream so that it was barely audible, the water frothed with angry white bubbles as Steve broke through it, gasping for air as he shook his hair out of his eyes, the wet strands plastered to the side of his face. 

“I found it” He gasped. 

“You found it?” Nancy gripped the ledge as she leaned towards Steve, watching him swim closer. 

“Yeah, I found it.” He nodded, reaching out to the side of the boat for support as he gulped to get his breath back. Y/n shot up from the seat next to me to crouch beside Nancy, clenching her jaw as her as reached out to rub Steve’s arm. 

The touch sent a white hot flash of fire through me, freezing me to the spot as I tried to breathe through my jealously, having to remind myself that they were just friends -good friends- no matter my opinion of him. I flinched as Robin bent over and fiddled with something between our legs, her hands shaking as she yelled into the walkie

“Dustin you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate –“ Her eyes flashed up to mine in confusion as there was a burst of static and the line dropped out.

“It’s pretty wild. It’s more a snack size gate than the mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” Steve’s head turned between Nancy’s and y/n’s, his face smacked with shock as he shook away the water that rolled over his lips, pushing his hair back from his face. 

We all clamoured towards him, practically piling on top of each other as the boat dipped, dragging Harrington under the water for a split second as his knuckles strained against his hold on the side of it.

The world fell silent for a moment as he reappeared, looking at all of us in shock before he glanced slowly over his shoulder, his muted scream dying as he disappeared beneath the darkness once more and did not resurface. 

“Steve!” The solidness beneath our feet rolled dangerously as the girls curled over the side, their hands dipping into the water without success as their cries mixed together. 

“Nancy what happened?” Robin flailed her hands around as Nancy stood up, hovering over the side, breathing heavily as she paused. 

“What the hell was that man?” I yelled, turning side to side aimlessly until y/n gripped my knee, her eyes widening as she leant me some of her strength through her firm touch.  

“Wait, wait wait you’re not going in there are you?” The boat rocked again as Nancy lifted her leg up against the side of it, and my hand shot out to stop her.

“Just wait here.” Nancy spat through her teeth as her muscles tensed, jumping into the water smoother than Steve had. 

“Goddamit.” I growled as my eyes flashed up to y/n’s, the look on her face made my chest tighten as her eyes swept the water, her brows knotting together. Robin moved out of the corner of my eye, sliding up the edge backwards as she chewed on her tongue. 

“Nonononono, what are you doing? She said wait.” I blinked with each no, raising my shaking hand between us.

“Yeah I heard her.” She scoffed, her eyes sliding behind me towards y/n.

“She’s in charge.” I pointed to the waves circling out from where Nancy had just dived into. 

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.” Robin’s scowled up with me juvenile surprise as she blocked her nose and tumbled back out of the boat. 

“Don’t you go. Don’t –“ I reached out pointlessly as her legs skimmed the water, kicking up great splashes of freezing cold water towards us. 

As soon as Robin’s boots disappeared under the water she shot up from the floor of the boat, it swayed under her weight as the beginning of one of my outbursts echoed into the air. 

“Goddamnit, lying, son-of-a-bitch.” My yell died on my lips as she dropped her jacket off her shoulders, grasping the edge of the boat with a fierce look on her face. 

“No, you are not going in there.” My voice dropped as my hand wrapped around her wrist, locking her in my grasp as I tossed my head, angry heat zapped between our touch as she glared at me and shook me off. 

“Eddie I’m not arguing with you. They helped me save you. It’s our time to save them.” She didn’t look back as she dived under the black waters, trusting and knowing that I would always follow her to the ends of the earth, even to some under water gate to another hellish dimension to save King Harrington. 

“This is so stupid, so stupid, shit shit – “ I slammed Steve’s jumper down as I paced the length of the boat, swearing as I tumbled instead of dived into the freezing water, following the dark outline of y/n’s legs as she swam deeper towards the bottom of the lake. 

Y/N | March 1986 

The red glow burned around me as I kicked through the slimy membrane layer of the gate, screwing up my face as it sucked in against my skin. The pressure of the water threatened to send me spiralling back up to the surface as my hand shot up through the gate, an unnatural shiver trembling through my body as my fingers were met by cold air. 

Two sets of hands gripped onto my arm and tugged, suddenly the pressure switched directions as I was practically hurtled through the gate, the sinking feeling of being airborne before I crashed against the ground. I coughed water from my lungs as I curled over and gasped for the air what was knocked from me, squinting through my eyes as a drenched Nancy and Robin pulled me to my feet. 

Eddie’s hand shot through straight after me, his rings biting into his skin as he gripped the sides trying to find purchase. I dropped to my knees at the gate’s edge, reaching back down through it to rip at his leather jacket, grunting as I pulled him through, Robin rushed to my side and with our combined strength – and a move that defied gravity – Eddie tumbled through the opening as his sneakers kicked him free of the mushy casing. 

Eddie fell against my chest as he swiped at his jacket, breathing heavily as he swept away the slimy pieces that clung to him like they were spider webs. His jaw slackened and his eyes blew wide as a groaning crack of thunder, almost animal like, battled overhead, a blood red flash of lightening danced behind the clouds as it doused everything around us in the same angry glow as the gate. 

The Upside Down 

An alternate dimension that mirrors our world — or at least our world if it was a toxic hellscape overrun with creepy, moving vines, filled with murderous creatures linked together in a hive mind system, and was riddled with electrical storms.

It was a barren landscape filled with dangerous flora and fauna that thrived in the upside down,  peppered with toxic vines and crawling with monsters. It was a damaged image of our world, containing the same locations and infrastructures as 1986 Hawkins, but much darker, colder and obscured by an omnipresent fog, while ash-like spores drifted through the air around us. It harboured the kind of silence that told me it was devoid of human life, instead being overrun by ropy, root-like vines, tendrils and biological membranes that covered practically every surface that I could see. 

Nancy jumped over a thick pile of writhing vines that curled in on themselves like snakes, running without stopping to take a breath as Steve’s screams cut out over the thunder. 

The fear set in as dark, sharp shapes dipped and dived through the air, one of its long tails shot out and wrapped around Steve’s neck, jerking him onto his back as the duplicate oar he was swinging around as a weapon, slipped through his fingers. 

We were close enough now, hurtling over the cracked floor of Lover’s lake, to hear the wet, fleshy sounds as two more of the airborne creatures landed besides Steve and tore into the sides of his stomach, a row of hundreds of razor sharp teeth flashed in the dim light as they opened their wide mouths and buried themselves against him, dancing out of the way from his smacks that grew feebler, his strength slipping away as the sharp tail tightened around his neck.

Nancy’s scream of no mixed in with Steve’s gasps as his lips turned blue, swiping up the oar and slamming it against the creature – now that I was up close, grabbing my own wooden weapon, it resembled some kind of deformed bat, it’s mouth eerily similar to Demogorgon.  

The Demobat squealed like a kicked dog as it flew away, narrowly avoiding Nancy second hit as she smashed the other one still chewing away at Steve’s flesh. 

“Y/n quick hold it!” I slammed my foot down against the tail wrapped around his neck, paralysing fear shooting through me as his lips turned blue and everyone’s screams mixed together. I leant back as it’s needles for teeth narrowly missed my leg, Robin hurtled to my side as she slammed her flashlight against it, yelling for it to get off as Nancy pummelled it with her oar.

Eddie voice strangled as he yelled out a chant of ‘Kill it Kill it’, trailing off as the sky roared overhead and he spun around, lifting his weapon up as the sky darkened and more deathly shapes appeared hurtling straight for us.

“Eddie no.” My shout bit off into a scream as Eddie’s yell of warning fell on deaf ears. I was knocked to the ground as bat blindsided me, clawing onto my back and pinning it down with its weight as it’s hot breath growled into my ear, wet slim dripped down my spine as Robin screamed manically, grabbing a hold of it with her bare hands and pulling me with the creature as she tried to trip it off my skin. 

I screamed out for Eddie as a bat flew down, it’s claws outstretched and angled for him as he barely spun around in time, his oar connecting with it in a wet crunch as the wood splintered into shards. He swore as he tried to reach for me, another screeching creature flying between us until he impaled it on the sharp end of the stick he held, stabbing it against the ground until it’s wings crumpled and it stopped flailing. 

I watched through tears as Steve chomped down on the bat with its tail still wrapped around his neck, crying as the one ripping shreds into my back took what felt like a thousand strands of hair with it as Nancy grabbed a hold of it with Robin and pulled it from me, slamming it against the ground as it struggled to fly away before Nancy put her oar straight through the belly of it. 

I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air as squeals pounded down beside me. Steve slammed the bat against the cracked, dry lake bed as the bones of the creature shattered, blood spurted across my face, drenching my already wet hair as Steve stomped on the bat, pinning it to the ground as he pulled its tail with all of his strength, tearing it in two. 

Eddie tossed what remained of his weapon away, yelling every swear word he knew as Nancy rushed to Steve’s side, a red bolt of lightning cracked overhead as he tossed the bat’s body away. 

“Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie stomped his feet in a classic tantrum before he noticed me curled over, speeding to my side as I wrapped my arm around my middle and couched up a stream of blood. His soft hands wrapped around my elbow as he pulled me to my feet, cupping the sides of my face as his eyes searched mine. 

“What?” I spluttered in surprise as he bit back a small smile. 

“Nothing baby… you just look… uh really metal.” I felt the blood of the bat drip over my parted lip as it curled into a grin, the raw wounds on my back stinging brought tears to my eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Nancy voice was breathless and urgent as her hands rested lightly on Steve’s shoulder.

“Well they took about a pound of flesh.” He turned so we could all see the gaping, ragged red holes edged in the shape of the bats teeth. 

“But other than that, yeah, never better.” Steve shook his head as I hobbled over to him, letting Eddie take most of my weight as he slung my arm over his shoulder. 

“It’s okay Harrington, I’m sure the ladies will really dig those scars.” I lightly punched him on his arm as Nancy dropped her eyes, spinning away as I smiled and squeezed Steve, pulling him in for a bloodied hug as I mumbled that I was glad he was okay. 

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robins flashlight shook as her hand trembled, prodding at the open body of the bat that Steve had demolished. 

“What?” Steve shook his incuriously as the Nancy and I sighed, Eddie’s face flashed in worry like he completely agreed with Robins fear. 

“Robin I think we have bigger problems than Rabies right now.” I snapped, gripping Eddie’s arm as my head swam. 

“It’s just that rabies are, like my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon because once the symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.” The short wet strands of her hair twisted around the base of her neck as she cocked her brows questioningly. 

There was a beat of heavy silence, mostly picking at Robins naiveness before we all flinched. A handful of bats fluttered to the ground as Robin shot to my side and Eddie’s arm tightened around me, unconsciously moving closer together as the creatures snapped their mouths at us. 

“Alright. There’s not that many.” The bats screeched in union, laughing at Steve’s words. 

“We can take them.” We all shot Steve a doubtful look.

The chittering chorus of a hundred more creatures like the few we had barely survived fighting off, screeched in the near off distance as a flash of red illuminated the heavy swarm of them flying straight for us. 

“You were saying?” Robin scoffed.

“The woods, come on.” Nancy pawed at Steve’s arm, turning towards the dead forest at the edge of the drained lake bed. 

We didn’t stop to talk before we gasped and took off, Eddie linked his fingers through mine as Nancy sped in the lead and Robin sighed, muttering something about ‘more running’. 

Our pace was slower as we jumped and side stepped the black tendrils that curled around our feet, bringing our shirts up to cover our faces as the white, toxic spores billowed around us, filling our throats as we choked on the air we couldn't avoid. 

The combined screaming was deafening as the swarm roared overhead, the bats slamming into each other as the red lightening ducked and weaved between them, listening to the chittering of their teeth that was strong enough to tear through human flesh. I clutched Eddie’s arm tighter to me as the clap of thunder had all five of us, everyone with the same look of fear on our faces, cowering back against the safety of the upside down version of Skull rock. 

“Oh… okay. That was close.” Robin stumbled to her feet as the mass of bats disappeared into the clouds, my eardrums throbbing as a certain silence fell around us again. 

“Yeah, too close.” Eddie’s voice broke as he reached back to me, helping me to my feet as I brushed the dirt away from my jeans. 

“Oh sh… shit.” Steve’s arm scraped against the rock face as he collapsed against it.  

“Steve? Jesus.” Nancy rushed to his side before any of us could, Steve’s face paled as he gasped for air, swallowing his pain with a grimace. 

“I’m fine.” He argued, waving Nancy off as her hands fluttered effortlessly  around him.

“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit okay?” She held onto his shoulders as Steve collapsed to his knees, cringing in agony as both Robin and I crouched besides Nancy, Eddie hovered behind us, wringing his hands as Steve cried out. 

We all bit back groans as Steve’s hands moved away from the haggard wounds at his sides, his hands coming away bloody. 

“Uh okay, so that good news is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies.” Robin started rattling off at lightning speed, as she always did when she panicked. 

“But um, if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling really aggressive like you wanna punch me, let me know.” Steve’s eyes met mine as we shared a smile over her usual antics. 

“Robin, I love you. But shut up.” I raised my brows at her as I nodded at where Steve had thrown his head back, groaning. 

“Robin?” Steve grunted, panting as he opened his eyes at her.

“Yeah?” She sighed, gripping onto Steve’s arm as she waited. 

“I kind of wanna punch you.” I laughed along with Robin as I turned to Nancy, helping her tear away at her pants as she ripped shreds from them to form makeshifts bandages. 

“Sense of humours still intact. That’s a good sign.” Robin grinned, shaking her head. I held the fabric taught for Nancy as she tore the rest of it out from behind her, holding it up to Steve. 

“You ready?” Her glance was apologetic as he leant up from his heels. Robin pinched at my elbow, tugging me to my feet as we gave them some space. 

“Yeah. Just do it.” Steve bit back a cry as she wrapped it around the wounds, the blood seeping through it almost instantly as he tossed his head back, running his hands through his hair as his chest shuddered.

“Too tight?” Nancy asked, glancing up at him shyly. 

“No, that’s good.” Steve shook his head. 

Robin caught my eye as we watched the tension fly between the two ex-lovers and I had to hide my smile, my own confused thoughts reflecting in her face as Eddie stood between us, his face screwed up as I noticed and pulled him away before he could say something that would embarrass all of us. 

“All right.” Nancy sighed, tying the strips of cloth together. 

“Thanks” Steve breathed. 

Eddie’s brows raised at me in a question, a smirk playing around the corner of his lips. 

“Don’t ask.” I whispered, bringing my hand around the nape of his neck as I pulled him in close to me, burying my head against his chest. Eddie hissed a beath between his teeth as my hands moved up under his jacket, slipping against something wet and I pulled back to look at him accusingly.

“Take your shirt off.” Robin shot me a wild look as she kicked rocks, Eddie laughed as he looked around embarrassed. 

“Right now? In front of everyone?” His eyes gleamed, waiting for me to laugh but I just shook my head. I shoved him over towards the rocks across from us as I jogged back over to Nancy. 

“Can I use some of this?” I waved down at the pile of cloth bundled between her and Steve, she nodded and didn’t look up at me, lost in their own world. 

Robins eyes followed us as I herded Eddie around the rock formation, holding my grumpy expression in place as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. Eddie slipped his jacket off as he tried to keep his face calm, his eyes on mine as I bit back to rise in my throat. He had deep claw marks just below his clavicle, not as deep as Steve’s but still enough to make my stomach roll. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” I snapped, glancing up at his guarded eyes as he watched me work away at his wounds, pinching away the embedded fabric as I chewed down on my cheek, hating every gasp of pain that escaped him. 

“You got hurt as well, you weren’t complaining.” He glanced away as I paused, staring up at his jaw. 

Eddie was trying to be brave 

My heart clenched with the need to protect him, not wanting him to be in a situation where he felt like he had to be brave. I shrugged his words off, being gentler as I wrapped the bandage around his back. 

“I lost a chunk of hair and got a knock to the head. The scratches on my back aren’t anywhere as bad as this, must have been a smaller one that came after me.” I smiled as Eddie wrapped his hand around my wrist, holding my hand against his beating heart as its pace picked up. Warmth swirled around us as his eyes dropped to my lips, his own curling up into a smirk. 

“I didn’t think we’d be back in this position so soon.” He nodded to the natural rock seat I had him pressed against, his grip tightening around me as my thoughts flashed to this morning when he’d had me bent over it.

“Behave.” I grinned, unable to keep my voice steady as he ducked his head, glancing up at me through his lashes.  

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He lurched forward to press his lips against my forehead as Robin’s voice rang out, annoyance clouding it. 

“Yo love birds, I don’t want a repeat of earlier so cut it out or I will find a hose.” Her face was serious as Eddie slid his shirt back on and we walked back out into the open, meeting Nancy and Steve halfway. Eddie disappeared from my side as he climbed the angled rock, pressing his hands on his hips as he reached the top and straightened up to stare out into the forest of dead trees.

“So uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” Dark shadows bounced along the lines of Eddie’s face as he slowly turned to face us. 

“Pretty much.” I nodded, crossing my arms over myself as I glanced around. 

“Wait watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.” Nancy dropped her grip around Steve, letting him slouch against the boulder as she shot forward, holding her hand out towards Eddie as he froze.

“It’s all a what?” Eddie gulped, flexing his fingers as he glanced down in panic at his feet.

“All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They’re like one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve grunted as he waved his hands around at all the decaying, moving parts of the Upside down around us. Every single part of it apart of Vecna.

“Shit.” Eddie swallowed hard as he took careful steps back down the rock, waving a cluster of white spores away from his face.

“But everything from our world is still here right? Except, people, obviously?” Robins curious glanced fluttered between Nancy and Steve’s faces as I waited for Eddie at the bottom of the rock, reaching out to steady him as he jumped the last few steps.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.” Nancy nodded.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” Robin pointed around at us in earnest. 

“I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But uh guns, yeah sure.” Steve rolled his eyes but I dropped my hand from around Eddie’s arm, spinning back to face them.

“No, that’s actually not a bad idea.” Robin smiled at my support as my eyes slid to Nancy’s. 

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns, in my bedroom.” Nancy looked abashed for the first time as we all stared at her incredulity, Eddie scoffed beside me as his jaw slackened.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural. In your bedroom?” Eddie’s eyes bulged in his skull, staring without shame at Nancy as she sighed. 

“Full of surprises isn’t she?” Robin nodded, clasping her hands together as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy clarified, sensing that Eddie didn’t believe her. 

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve slid up beside her, looking at a little better as he bent closer to Nancy and grinned. 

“You almost deserved it.” Even I dropped my eyes at her sultry tone, glancing back up as Eddie’s arms jostled beside me as he pegged his vest at Steve’s chest, sending him hurtling back a few paces. 

“For your modesty dude.”  Eddie cocked his head and Robin and I shared a laugh, glad that Eddie was up fed up with their flirting the same as we were.

The ground split apart beneath our feet, shaking into our bones as an earthquake thundered beneath us. I grunted as Robin tumbled into me, sending us both flying into Eddie’s open arms as we fell to the ground, holding onto each other for dear life. The dead branches snapped from hollow tree trunks as the air around us blurred, rumbling so violently that it rattled my teeth together. 

Chipped rocks clattered around as the ground froze, our heavy breaths panted together as Eddie wrapped his arms around me, holding both Robin and I to his chest as we sat up, peering around as we shivered around in fear and the baying of some hidden monstrosities screeched around us, sending goosebumps along my skin.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” Eddie’s pupils were blown so wide his eyes were almost entirely black, I nodded as I glanced up at him from where I was pressed against his shoulder. 

“Yeah, me to.” I gasped. The ground settled as everyone caught their breath, Eddie rubbed at his knees from where he’d fallen onto sharp rocks, shaking his head with a small smile as I reached for it with a pout on my lips. 

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve slid Eddie’s vest on, clicking on the flashlight that he’d somehow managed to keep a hold of, strutting past us as we scrambled to our feet. 

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I've Got Dreams To Remember

Pairing: Incubus Hvitserk/Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 8244 (yeah, I don't know what happened either)

Summary: A certain young man keeps showing up in your very x-rated dreams.

Notes: I fully realise that the contents of this might not be for everyone, so I’ll just say that according to some stories Incubi are capable of shapeshifting. A certain aspect of this has been inspired by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie's absolutely brilliant fic, Take Me, so if you've read that you'll know what I'm talking about. And if you haven’t read it, what the hell are you doing? READ IT.

There is another moodboard all the way at the end of this to provide a visual for something that I describe in this so have a look at it at the end.

Tagging: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @vikingstrash @quantumlocked310

He only ever came to you in your dreams.

The dreams were interesting to say the least and he always played a very big part in them. You often wondered what deep and dark recesses of your brain had conjured him up, because you would definitely remember if you had encountered someone like him in real life.

It first started about a month ago. You’d gotten out of a particularly nasty relationship a few months before. You were still trying to navigate your way through this new life that you now had and while your friends were busy with trying to get you back onto the dating scene, you persisted in that regard. You weren’t looking for a new man in your life, but you still had needs. Sure, you had your toys, but they were a somewhat poor substitute when what you really wanted was for someone to grab your ass, lift you up and fuck you up against a wall.

Maybe that was where he had come from. Because that was exactly the scenario that you got the first time that he showed up.

It was a fairly generic one where dreams were concerned. You were in a bar with some people, a wide assortment of people that you knew in real life, when you could feel someone’s eyes on you. You looked up and stared straight into the half shaded face of a young man whose eyes you couldn’t actually make out, but you saw the smile that graced his lips and boy was it hungry. You only glanced away for a second and when you looked back again, he was already gone. You’d resigned yourself to missing your chance, when a hand suddenly grasped your wrist, dragged you outside to a nearby alleyway and gave you exactly what you’d been thinking of during your waking hours.

When you woke up, you had never found yourself feeling so satisfied before. You threw the blankets over your head, rolled over and tried to fall asleep again, but sleep didn’t take you for a second time that morning sadly enough. Later that day, after getting out of the shower and glancing in the mirror before combing your hair, you stared at your reflection in confusion or to be more precise at your bare skin. In your dream, your mystery lover had bitten your shoulder and there, right there on your shoulder, were teeth marks. But that was impossible, right? Maybe the dream had been that intense that it had somehow tricked your body into believing that it had been real? Did things like that even happen?

You didn’t dream of him the next night. Nor the following five nights. Not that you were keeping track or anything. He eventually put in another appearance though. The setting for that dream wasn’t particularly inventive either and you were almost embarrassed that your mind was even coming up with stuff that gave you the impression that they should be storylines in bad porn movies. It was a department store this time and you were looking at underwear. Your fingers continuously ran over the lace trims of various bras and touched the silky panties that came with them.

Again, you felt eyes on you and it was the same young man as from your previous dream. Apparently, dream you was in a frisky mood so you held up various bras in front of your chest, most of which he disapproved of, until you came across a bright red lace number that he seemed to like. When he finally found you in the fitting room shortly after, you were wearing the set that he had wanted to see you in before tearing it off your body and fucking you up against the full length mirror.

That was the first time that you’d gotten a good look at his face. Frankly, you were impressed with what your mind had come up with. He had long dirty blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail and that you longed to see loose. His eyes were green one time and when you looked again they seemed brown. That was one of the parts about him that mystified you. That and the part where you constantly wanted to kiss the tip of his nose and his ears. That was definitely an odd experience to say the least.

He was tall and lithe of build, but with surprising strength in his arms. The way that he would hold you was intense, like he never wanted to let you go. When his shirt came off, you found yourself staring at the intricate tattoo that covered most of his left bicep and part of his chest. It was some kind of Viking design and it looked old, but it was probably meant to look like that. You found yourself tracing it with your finger a number of times, something that seemed to amuse him.

Whenever you woke up, you were annoyed that you had been torn out of this perfect little dream world. The dream world where you were fucked six ways from Sunday. You were so thirsty for this young man that you had created that he was in your nighttime fantasies pretty much every single night now. In your dreams he left you so satisfied that you had no idea why you ever wanted to leave. If only you could stay asleep and feel this bliss forever. What would make them even more amazing was if the fantasies were better. You always swore that you were one dream away from having him come round to your house so he could have a closer look at your plumbing.

“What are you thinking about?”

Rolling over on your side, you looked at the man next to you in the bed. Despite the fact that you had been dreaming about him almost every single night for the past two weeks, you had never actually heard him talk. You’d heard him moan and groan several times, but to hear his lips form actual sentences was a new thing.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“I can read your thoughts, you know.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I never told you?” He grinned at you and ran his fingers up and down your bare arm. “Maybe I could have told you if you’d wanted to talk, but you only want me for my body.”

“What? I don’t… I never…” You were flustered and looking for words after being so brutally called out. “It was never like…”

“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t mind. It’s what I do.” Since he saw the obvious confusion on your face, he continued. “I’ve been feeding off you this entire time.”

“Feeding off me? But I never feed you anything.”

“Your orgasms.” A frown creased your brow and he started laughing again before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead. “It’s what I need to sustain myself. I can eat other food as well, but it never quite fills me up the way orgasms do.”

“So the reason that you made me come multiple times is…”

“Because it fills me. Not my belly, mind you, but on a deeper level.” He cupped your chin and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I suppose a thank you is in order.” His hand slipped down, gently gripping your neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure, before moving down to it’s destination and plucking at your nipple almost idly. He was gearing you up for another round and you found that you couldn’t actually remember how many times he had made you come already. “Can I thank you with this body that you can’t get enough of?”

“Wait.”

“So now you want to talk?” He continued his ministrations on your chest as if you hadn’t been talking at all. You caught the playful smirk on his lips before he leaned in and started sucking marks on your neck. “What do you want to know?”

“You say you feed off me, but doesn't that mean that you want to eat me?”

“And why would I want to do that? I like to use my mouth for other things,” he said with a low chuckle. You hissed through your teeth when he sank his teeth into your skin suddenly and then licked the spot where he had bitten you. “Would be a waste to eat you anyway.”

“So the reason that you’re able to…”

He pulled away so he could look you in the eye. He grinned as he pushed his hand against your shoulder and he got on top of you as soon as you were laying on your back. “Are you getting shy on me now? After everything that we’ve done?” He nudged your legs apart and you could feel his erection pressing into your thigh. “But yes, that’s why my erections last so long. The aim of the game is not to come myself, but to make sure that you do.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I beat myself off when you wake up. It’s not like I can’t climax myself, but I can make sure that I stay hard for as long as I need to.” You could feel his tip pressing against your entrance, ready to slide in at any second. “It’s a dream. Anything can happen in a dream.”

“Anything?”

“Sure. Wanna see?”

You didn’t know what he had planned, but you nodded anyway. His eyes lit up, his irises practically glowing green right now, and he started grinning, eager to show you what else he could do. He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden you were sitting on a red velvet sofa in what appeared to be some kind of high end bar. Your legs were wide open with him on his knees in front of you, his lips already on the inside of your knee and slowly working his way up.

“So you can change locations?”

“Honey, I can change everything.” You felt his teeth on the inside of your thigh, nipping at your skin playfully, mere inches away from the top of your legs. “Is the setting not to your liking?”

“How did you even come up with this place?”

“Experience?” He briefly looked up at you and shrugged. “I’ve been doing this for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Not telling.” He stuck his tongue out at you and then dipped his head down to lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit. “I can never get enough of how you taste.” He moaned against your core. He spent most of his time with his face between your legs in your dreams. With what he’d revealed earlier, about how he fed on your orgasms, maybe that was the place where he could taste it the best? “Not really.” You moaned loudly when he spoke, because his voice was adding vibrations to what he was doing. You’d entirely forgotten that he had mentioned that he was able to hear your thoughts. “You just taste real good.”

A single finger slid inside of you, your walls instantly clenching around him, trying to pull him in deeper. When he adds another, you start whimpering and you know that you’re going to come soon. If you could, you’d have him in this position all the time. There had never been anyone in your life who had been this good at eating you out and who was so clearly enjoying himself as well. Your last boyfriend had been a disaster on that front, more often than not he would skip foreplay entirely, but he’d still expect you to suck his dick whenever he felt like it. Figures that you’d only be able to find an enthusiastic lover in your dreams.

Guys like that simply didn’t exist in real life.

You reach down to thread your fingers through his hair. The gesture makes him suck at your clit harder and thrust his fingers in deeper than before. He was practically devouring you at this point, lapping up your juices and making sounds that told you that he hadn’t been lying when he told you that he liked how you tasted. It was almost as if he didn’t want to waste a single drop. You keened out a noise as another orgasm positively engulfed you. You’d push him away and close your thighs if you could, but he had wrapped his arms around your thighs and was using all his strength to keep them wide open. Your muscles were tight as a bowstring, your back arched and pushed you up into a position that would start to hurt if you stayed in it for too long. He was relentless though, ignoring your discomfort and continuing his assault until he had managed to pull yet another climax out of your shuddering body.

When he finally released you, you collapsed onto the sofa, your entire body sticky with sweat. You blinked a few times to stop yourself from seeing stars and when you heard him chuckle, you swatted your hand in his general direction without actually hitting him. It took you a couple of minutes, but you eventually managed to sit upright again when your lungs stopped burning. He was still on his knees in front of you with an incredibly smug impression plastered all over his face. You nudged your foot against his shoulder and he fell backwards dramatically. Your face twisted when you felt the velvet against your sweaty body. It had felt pleasant on your bare skin before, but not anymore.

“I can do something about that,” he said cheerily and snapped his fingers again. When he saw the look on your face when you noticed where you were, he couldn’t hide his amusement. “No good?”

“This is terrible,” you replied with a wide grin. “I mean. Honestly.”

The flashing light underneath you made you laugh. He’d pulled this one from your bad sex fantasies again. A piece of paper slid into the tray on the side. He picked it up, looked at it with a frown before turning the piece of paper over so you could see it.

“I think there’s something wrong with this printer.” He shook his head and pressed a few buttons underneath your leg. “It really needs fixing.”

“Think you can fix it?”

“I can try.” He pushed his hands underneath your ass just as the light flashed again and a few seconds later he showed you the black and white printout of your behind with his fingers shoved in between you and the glass that you were sitting on. “That’s beautiful. Think I might have to frame that.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I think that it’s funny.” He pressed his lips on yours hungrily and you could still taste yourself on his tongue. “I got this from your mind, remember? I really think we might have to work on the state of your fantasies though. They really could be a lot more inventive.”

“Maybe I’m just not very original.”

“You’re just not giving yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”

“Maybe.” You nipped at his lower lip and then pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose which was probably a little too gentle considering all the other stuff that you’d gotten up that night, but you hardly cared anymore. “You can probably come up with something a lot better.”

“I can try, but you’re probably going to be disappointed.”

One snap of his fingers and suddenly you were in the dark. You could also tell that you were alone. The other two times, you could always feel him around you, but not this time. You hugged your arms around your torso, feeling cold for no reason at all. All of a sudden a couple of lights switched on, bathing the room in red light, and you realised that you were standing on a stage. When you glanced at the side, you could see a pole right next to you. You instinctively reached out for it, feeling the cool metal against your palm and you held it as you walked in a circle around it. There were full length mirrors all around you and you briefly looked at your reflection.

The outfit that you wore left little to the imagination which was probably the point when you took the location into account. You were wearing a red triangle bikini top and a black pair of shorts that half your ass was hanging out of. The shoes, the infamous stripper heels naturally, had plastic, see-through straps and the platform heels had a iridescent sparkle to it.

When you had done a turn, your eyes scanned the place and you could see him sitting on a chair right next to the stage, looking up at you expectantly. He obviously wanted a show so why not give him one? Holding onto the pole, you slid down until you were on your knees and then you started skimming your hands up and down your chest. He was completely enraptured and kept reaching down to readjust himself in his trousers. Given how he usually remained rockhard throughout these dreams, the skinny jeans that he was wearing right now were probably incredibly uncomfortable.

You crawled over to where he was sitting. When you had reached the edge, you reached out to grab him by his shirt and pulled him up out of his seat. His eyes widened for a second or two before he composed himself again. He couldn’t resist leaning in when your face came closer to his, but you merely ghosted your lips over his before pushing him back into his chair.

“No touching the stripper,” you chided and then wagged a finger at him. “Or I’ll ask security to kick you out.”

“But you’re allowed to touch me?”

“Are you trying to tell me you’d have me kicked out?”

“No way.” He leaned back in his chair, arm hanging over the back and he started sipping at a cocktail that suddenly materialised in his hand. “Keep going.”

The only problem there was that you had no clue what strippers even did. Sure you’d seen a video, but those women were a lot more athletic than you were. You’d also seen Showgirls once, but that movie probably wasn’t the best example about what to do. The only thing that you had learned from that movie was how not to have sex in a pool and that licking a stripper pole wasn’t particularly sexy, just incredibly unhygienic. You swung your legs over the edge of the stage and put your feet on the arm rests of his chair, practically daring him to touch you. Having caught your intent, he didn’t move and then he had the audacity to feign indifference.

Sliding off the stage, you climbed onto his lap instead and started gyrating your hips against his. You reached up to grab a handful of his hair, pulled his head back and dragged your lips down the column of his throat. When he grabbed your ass, you slapped his cheek with your free hand.

“No touching,” you whispered in his ear. “I’m not telling you again.”

“Damn, baby.” He sounded impressed by how well you were taking control of this new situation. “That is such a fucking turn-on.” You pulled on his hair harder and since your mouth was still close to his ear, you took his earlobe between your teeth and gave it a gentle tug. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking natural.”

“Oh yeah?”

You leaned back so you could look him in the eye. His eyes sparkled with obvious excitement and a deeper, more animalistic need. Like he could grab you at any moment, throw you onto the stage and fuck you right there if you pushed him too far. Very tempting. Reaching to the back of your neck, you pulled at the bow that held the strings of the halterneck together and when it was loosened, they fell down your shoulders. You pushed the cups down until they hung loosely around your chest. The only thing that was keeping the top on was the string that tied together around your back.

His eyes flitted down to your chest and then back up to your face again. You wanted him to touch you, but after telling him off a few times, you weren’t sure if he was going to. So you placed your hand on the back of his head and pressed him against your chest instead. You felt him smile against your skin and then his lips started moving, shifting in the direction of your nipple.

A shiver ran down your spine and you looked up suddenly. You had the odd feeling that there was another set of eyes on you, but that was impossible since the two of you were the only people here. Looking up at the bar, you saw a young man who was leaning against the bar and watching the two of you intently. He was smartly dressed in a dark blue suit, his long hair loose and hanging down over his shoulders. Even in this odd red light, you could tell that his skin was too pale, so white that it was almost translucent and when he grinned at you, you could see that his canines were too long, too pointy. Without realising it yourself, you had frozen entirely and the young man underneath you had sensed it, looking up at you in confusion before following your eyes.

“What the fuck, man!” He suddenly shouted at the other guy, anger flashing behind his eyes. “The hell are you doing here? Fuck off!” The man at the bar shrugged and disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was that?”

“My brother.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” he said with a deep sigh. “Our mother would keep tabs on us when we were kids to make sure that we didn’t get into any trouble. You have any idea how weird it is when your mother enters the dreams where you’re trying to get off with a girl? Fucking embarrasing.” He raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed that you were trying to suppress a laugh and pinched your side. “I don’t know how the fuck it works, but my mother taught the little shit how to do it as well and so he just… I dunno… shows up sometimes like the little creep that he is.”

“Does that mean that he’ll come back?”

“No. He just likes to remind me that he can do it from time to time.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his head against your chest. “But fuck that. I don’t want to talk about my asshole brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Ah shit. No. Not talking about them.” He pulled at the string on your back, pulled the bikini top from your body and threw it on the stage. “So this particular fantasy is ruined now. Let's start again, shall we?”

“Can’t we salvage it?”

“I’ve got something better.” The look on his face told you that this had the potential to be really good. “Do you trust me?”

“How bad is this going to be?” He tilted his head to the side, that wasn’t the answer that he had wanted to hear. “Yes.”

“I don’t do this a lot so bear with me alright?”

Another snap of the fingers and the strip bar starts to fade away. You were sitting on a bed now and you were wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked old. The new location was just as red (he really did seem to like that colour), but it didn’t look that special to you. In fact, it looked like a fairly cheap love motel, one where lovers would retreat to so they could enjoy each other's company for about an hour before going their separate ways again.

You got up from the bed and walked over to a table by the window to look at what was set out on it. There was a big bowl of strawberries and a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne right next to it. He’d really pulled out all the stops, even in a dream. You were giggling to yourself when the door to the bathroom opened and someone appeared in the doorway. It took you a short moment before you realised who it was, but when it all clicked into place your mouth fell open.

Because leaning against the doorframe was a woman. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and still slightly wet, hinting at the fact that she’d been taking a shower moments earlier. She was wearing a silk bathrobe that was tied together by the waist with a big bow and you could see her hard nipples quite clearly through the thin material. The smirk was damn near unmistakable however. When she approached you, you instantly got the impression that you were her prey, there was just something very predatory in the way that she moved. She came to a standstill right in front of you and her mischievous eyes flashed bright green briefly.

“Feed me,” she said with a grin. You took one of the strawberries from the bowl and when you presented it to her, she held her mouth wide open, ready to be fed. You felt her tongue swipe over your fingers when you fed it to her and then she let out a single moan when she started chewing. A few seconds later you felt a finger against your chin so she could push your mouth shut. “Surprised?”

“Very.” You looked her up and down. The bathrobe barely covered the tops of her thighs and she reached down to play with the hemline, to make sure that your eyes stayed focused on her legs. “I didn’t know you could turn into a woman.”

“It’s a dream,” she stated simply. “Anything’s possible.” She leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, anticipating a kiss, but then her lips brushed against the shell of your ear as she talked. “I don’t do this a lot though. So consider yourself special.”

“All this to make up for your brother interfering?”

“Guess you could say that.” She took your hands and started pulling you along to the bed. When you reached it you thought that she was finally going to kiss you, but then she spun you round and made you sit on the bed instead. She pulled on the bow that held the bathrobe together and brushed it open, revealing herself to you slowly, like one might unveil a priceless painting. “Like what you see?”

Your throat had gone dry and you found that you had lost the ability to form words. He was beautiful when he was a man, but now that he was a woman, his toned torso had given way to soft curves and skin that looked so smooth that you wanted to do nothing else but reach out and touch it. She took a step closer and stood in between your open legs, a sweet smile on her lips as she looked down at you.

“You’re not talking.” There was a slight teasing tone to her voice as she spoke. “That bad?”

“No.” She took your hand and moved it up until it was covering her bare breast. You gave a quick experimental squeeze. “Just surprised. Takes some getting used to.” Your other hand moved up of its own accord so you could cup her other breast as well. “I mean, I’ve never been with another woman before.”

“You can. If you want to.”

While you had only ever been with men, the thought of being with a woman wasn’t something that you weren’t entirely opposed to. Especially not with someone as beautiful and seductive as this. She shrugged out of the robe and dropped it to the floor. The tattoo that was usually on his left arm had changed into something more delicate and feminine, pink cherry blossoms with green leaves and branches in between them that curled up her arm and covered part of her clavicle. You moved your hand up and started tracing them with your fingers, gently caressing her skin, her green eyes following your every move.

When you heard a soft giggle, you looked back at her face and before you could say anything, she’d pushed you back onto the mattress. She was on top of you a split second later and then you finally felt her soft lips on yours. You could still taste the sweet strawberry on her lips and on her tongue when she slipped it into your mouth. Your hands ran down her back, following her spine and then settling on her ass. Whenever you squeezed, she ground her hips down against yours and you were suddenly overcome with the urge to see her on her back with her hair fanned out over the red sheets.

Grabbing her hips, you flipped her over and since she’d just read your thoughts, she reached up and made sure her hair was spread out just the way that you had just imagined it. She started pushing your shirt up and you almost ripped it off in your eagerness to get naked for her, even if she’d seen you like that many times before. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and shoved her hand into your sweatpants roughly. Her fingers started rubbing at your sex, finding you very wet and very willing.

Pulling her hand out, you leaned back and pushed your pants down, kicking your legs to get them off entirely without moving too far away from her. When you were completely naked, her hand settled back at the top of your legs, her movements more hurried and urgent now. With your hands on her breasts, you started licking and nipping at her neck, moaning against her skin when one of her fingers started circling your clit.

“I want to make you come,” you groaned into her ear. “Never made you… fuck… come before.”

“But you give me so many other things,” she purred back. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You skimmed one hand down her stomach and slipped your hand between her legs. “Jesus Christ. You’re so wet.” You were rewarded with a moan when you tried touching her the way you liked to be touched. It was almost as if you were moving on autopilot, like you instinctively knew what to do. “Please.”

She didn’t reply so instead you pulled your hand away from her, making her let out a displeased whine, and you pulled your face away from her neck so she could watch you suck your fingers into your mouth. You twirled your tongue around your fingers, making sure that she could see exactly what you were doing and then moved your hand down again. You pressed them up against her entrance first, teasing her with the slightest bit of pressure and then slipped them inside. She started tilting her hips up against your hand and the way that her face contorted in pleasure really was something that would be etched into your mind forever.

“Can I?” You repeated the question since you still hadn’t gotten an answer. “I really want to.” Pressing your lips down on hers again in a searing kiss, you murmured against her lips. “Please say yes.” You pressed your fingers in as deep as they could go, all the way down to the third knuckle. Since he had seemed to like it quite a bit when you did it earlier, you tangled your fingers in her long hair and gave a forceful tug. She gasped into your mouth and you knew that you had her. “I’ll just keep doing this until you say yes.”

“Fuck.” She shifted underneath you and you reluctantly pulled your lips away from hers. “I love it when you do that.”

“I know.” A triumphant grin formed on your lips and she was so obviously into it that it was hard to drop this act. Dipping your head down, you bit her neck suddenly and she squealed with obvious delight. You decided to thrust your fingers into her harder and she was so wet now that you could hear your digits moving in and out of her. “I want to make you come so bad.”

“You’re pretty good at this,” she moaned breathlessly. “Want to take this a little bit further?”

“How?”

“I’ll give you what you want, but not like this.” She wrapped a hand around your wrist and gently pulled your hand away. She then brought your hand up to her lips and started licking her own juices off your fingers with such fervour that she could have been mistaken for a starving animal. Seeing that was so arousing that you couldn’t stop a moan from escaping from your lips. “I want you to do something else.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Check the drawers.”

You scrambled off of her, probably a little bit too fast, in your eagerness to see what was in there. You were expecting a vibrator, a buttplug even, but you must have pulled a particularly funny face when you saw what was in the drawer instead because she started laughing as soon as she saw your expression. You hooked your fingers in one of the straps and lifted it up, probably looking very much afraid to even touch it. Your eyes were wide as it hung from your fingers and you turned back to fully face her.

“You want me to wear...” You gestured at it with your free hand. “...this?”

“Well, yes, sweetheart.” She got on all fours and crawled over to your side of the bed. “That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“Right.”

“You’re not sure.”

“It’s just… this is very much virgin territory for me.”

“You were doing fine just now.”

“That’s kinda different though, isn’t it?” You looked down at the strap-on that was still dangling from your fingers and she started poking at it playfully. It looked so silly that you couldn’t help but laugh. Truth be told, you were kind of curious about this kind of thing. “Are you sure about this?”

“Positive.” She pushed herself up on her knees and hooked her arms around your neck, pressing her entire body flush against you. “So. What do you say?”

“This is definitely one of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had.”

“Yes or no.” She started kissing you, nice and slow, and then sucked your bottom lip into her mouth. Your hands snaked down her back and when she nipped at your lip, you gave her ass a hard slap. “Baby!” She started giggling, her fingernails digging into your shoulder blades when you grabbed her ass and squeezed her roughly. “I love it when you manhandle me.”

“That’s new for me as well.”

“I really am pushing your boundaries, ain’t I?” She pulled away suddenly and got on all fours again, turning her ass in your direction. She wiggled her hips and peered over her shoulder until you slapped her again. “Keep doing that and I’ll climax before you’ve shoved that thing inside of me.”

“Yeah right.” But you slapped her on the other cheek just for good measure. She pushed back until her ass was pressed against your hips and then she started moving backwards and forwards like you were already thrusting into her. “I need some help… with this thing…”

She faced you again in a flash, obviously excited by your willingness to do this. The harness was on you fairly quickly all things considered and then she lowered herself, gave you a quick wink and started sucking the large dildo into her mouth. So that’s what it looked like from that angle. You stroked her hair in very much the same manner like your previous partners had always done with you whenever you went down on them. Come to think of it, you suddenly realised that you had never actually had his cock in your mouth. That probably wasn’t all that weird considering this no climaxing thing that he appeared to have going on, but whenever you’d even attempted to kiss your way down his chest, he always stopped you.

You felt her tap her fingers against your hip and then she released the dildo with a pop. “You’re overthinking this. This isn’t about me. Never was.” Sitting up on her knees again, she stroked the side of your face almost lovingly and you eased into her touch for a few seconds. “Like I said earlier, the aim is to make you come.” She flashed you a big, predatory smile and then continued, “Speaking of. You do this right and afterwards I’ll push myself into you balls deep and fuck you until your fucking alarm goes off. How’s that for a tradeoff?”

“The way that you usually are?”

“Depends on what you want.” Her hand settled on your chest and she twisted one of your nipples between her fingers. “If you want me to wear that strap-on afterwards, I can do that. No problem.”

“You’ll probably be able to tell exactly what I want when I’m done with you.”

“You bet your ass, baby.” She winked at you and then a bottle of lube magically appeared in her hand. “I know that this is a dream, but I still need to use this.”

“Do you have any idea how weird it is when you do that?” She looked at you with her perfect eyebrows raised as she squeezed some liquid into her hand, applied it liberally to the silicone shaft and then the tube disappeared again when she was done. “Magicking things up out of thin air.”

“That’s what you think is weird about all this?” She rubbed her hands between her legs, applying some more lube on her pussy and started pushing her hips up against her hands. “I can change everything about this dream, even my gender, but when I make stuff appear in my hand that’s taking it one step too far?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do.” She turned her back on you and pressed her ass against the sex toy. “Now get it over with and fuck me already.”

“That really wasn’t necessary.” You grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled hard and twisted her head back. She laughed breathlessly and pushed her hips back again. “I’m just going to have to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck yes! Teach me a lesson.” She was practically purring the words at you. When you pushed her forward roughly, she loudly voiced her delight. You pressed one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, making sure that her face stayed down. Grabbing her hips, you made her raise her ass in the air and then positioned yourself in front of her entrance. “I’ve been such a bad girl.” With one thrust of your hips, you slipped inside of her and she let out a long stretched out moan as you watched the dildo disappear inside of her. “You’re so fucking big.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that sudden admission. For some reason she was playing the part that loads of women seemed to play in porn movies and when you started pumping in and out of her, she wouldn’t stop moaning about how good it felt and how well you were fucking her. This really was something else and whenever you glanced down at how her ass rippled whenever your hips connected with her, you couldn’t help but be completely fascinated with how it looked, practically unable to tear your eyes away from her.

Her noises started increasing and you kept slapping her already reddening ass in between thrusts. Pulling out almost entirely, you pushed back in so hard that her moans were starting to sound muffled. Never once pausing what you were doing on her, you slid one hand down over her hip so you could touch her clit. You ran the other one up her spine, tightened your fingers in her hair and yanked her up, pulling her against your chest.

“I wanna hear you,” you groaned in her ear and she started whimpering instantly. “You gonna come for me now?”

“Almost,” she mewled back. “I’m so close.” You speeded up the motions against her clit and she let out a loud cry, reaching back with one hand to wrap it around the back of your head. You were barely able to move your hips at this odd angle, but she didn’t seem to care from the way that she was bucking up against your hand and panting. When she started whimpering and rubbing her back against your chest, you could feel the muscles in her thighs constricting against your hand. “Fuck.”

A grunt of pleasure was torn from her throat and she arched her back, all her muscles going rigid all at once when her orgasm tore through her. You kept her pulled against you, absolutely delighted that you appeared to have done this right despite being slightly weirded out about it at first. When you released her, she dropped down onto the bed, completely out of breath. You lay down on your side next to her and studied her face closely. Her eyes were squeezed shut and you ran your fingers up and down her jaw as she caught her breath.

“Gimme a sec…”

You saw her swallow hard, her throat no doubt having gone dry. You got up off the bed and giggled when you looked down. Seeing that huge silicone dildo swaying about with every step that you took really looked hilarious. When you reached the table, you were ready to struggle with attempting to open the champagne before noticing that she’d already taken care of that. There were two glasses filled with the sparkly liquid standing right next to it.

When you turned back around, you saw that she was gone and that he was now laying on the bed in her place. You briefly frowned, sad that you hadn’t gotten a chance to say goodbye before realising that they were one and the same person. You heard him laughing from the bed when you walked back with the glass in your hands.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are.” You sat down next to him and waited until he’d pushed himself up into a sitting position before handing him the glass. He emptied the glass in one big sip. “Wanting to say goodbye.”

“I just forgot. Until earlier I thought that you were nothing but a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh no.” He threw the glass across the room and it bounced off the wall before rolling onto the floor. He looked down at your lap and flicked his fingers against the strap-on. “I’m very real.”

“Can you help me get this thing off?”

“Or you could keep it on.” He flashed you a quick and very dirty smile. “I’d let you peg me.”

You almost choked when you tried to imagine what that would look like and blurted out a quick, “One thing at a time please.”

“Spoilsport.” He tapped a finger on the harness and then it was gone. “You’d be pretty good at it, you know. Pull my hair a couple of times and I’m yours to do with as you please.” Before you could reply to that, he put an arm around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Moving you onto your back, he knocked all the air out of your lungs when he suddenly got on top of you and pinned your hands up above your head. “But I promised to do something else anyway. So I win anyway.”

He kept true to his word and fucked you with such ferocity afterwards that when you finally woke up the following morning, it was a damn miracle that you were even able to walk at all. And all that just because of a dream. In the many more dreams that followed afterwards, the woman made an appearance on more than one occasion. On some nights you would just get her and other times he would turn into her while he had his mouth on your pussy. You were never entirely sure about how the entire thing even worked. He wasn’t merely something that your horny mind had come up with one night. No, he was indeed very real.

A couple of months into this very odd arrangement, where he would satisfy your every desire while you were asleep, you were at the beach with your friends. They were convinced that you were seeing someone even if you always said that you weren’t. Maybe this little weekend getaway was a ploy to get more information out of you, but how could you possibly tell them that you’d met someone in your dreams? You’d sound like a bloody lunatic.

When the four of you were looking for a spot to spread out your beach towels, you passed two guys. One was sitting underneath a parasol, dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts, making sure that no part of him even got out of the shade that was provided by the large umbrella over his head. He was scowling at another young man with long blonde wavy hair who was sitting next to him, strumming a blue ukulele.

Your small group settled down a couple of feet away from them and stripped down to the bathing suits that you wore underneath your clothes. You were wearing a red triangle bikini, somehow now also favouring the colour since your dreams were constantly bathed in it. Your friends headed down towards the water while you sat down on your towel and started reading the romance novel that you’d brought with you.

After a couple of minutes, you realised that you had completely stopped paying attention to what you were reading but were instead focusing entirely on the young man a couple of feet behind you who had started singing. You instantly recognised the song that he was singing. It was the song that the sirens sang to Odysseus in the Odyssey. You were so hypnotised by the song, that you’d completely forgotten about your surroundings. It wasn’t until something slammed into your upper arm that the spell was broken. Your head whipped to the side and you saw a frisbee laying next to you in the sand.

“My bad!” A voice called out to you and you picked the piece of plastic up to hold it out to whoever was approaching you. “I am so sorry! I should have caught that.”

“No problem. Not like I’m…” As soon as you looked up the words died in your throat and you instead stared at the young man who was now standing next to you with wide eyes. “Wait…”

“Well, this is a surprise.” He dropped down onto his knees next to you in the sand, a huge smile plastered all over his face, and he took the frisbee from your hands. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this.” For some reason, you reached out and poked a finger against his chest. You half expected that your mind was playing some kind of trick on you, as if your finger was going to pass right through him, but it didn’t. “See? Real.”

“Serk!” Another voice called out and he tore his eyes away from yours to look at whoever it was that had called his name. “Stop hitting on girls and toss the frisbee back!”

“I’m done playing!” He threw the frisbee back which the other guy effortlessly caught. “Tell Sigurd to play with you before he drowns someone with his singing.”

“Fine! But you owe me.” He winked at you and turned around to join the other two guys that you had passed when you had just arrived. Your eyes were drawn to his back or to be more specific to the long braid that swung back and forth as he walked away.

“Stop checking out my brother.” You blinked and turned your attention back on him. “You want me to introduce you? I mean, if you’d rather want to spend time with him than me…”

“What? No!” He chuckled when your words came out louder than you intended. “Not funny.” He ran a hand down your arm, mirroring the same thing that he’d often do in your dreams. “He called you Serk. Is that your name?”

“Short for Hvitserk.” He held out his hand to you. “And what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied when you took his hand in yours. He repeated your name with a warm smile. “I erm… this is weird…”

“Is it?” He let your hand go and got to his feet. You panicked slightly, thinking that he might leave, when he suddenly extended his hand to you. “Come on. I wanna buy you a drink.”

“And then what?”

“I dunno,” he said with a shrug when he pulled you up off the ground. “Sit with me. Talk. I know you, but that’s the dream you and now I want to know the real you. That okay?”

“Sure.” He started pulling you along to the beach bars a short distance away. “I’d like that.”

*****

And this moodboard is based on when I described female Hvitserk coming out of the bathroom.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Magenta Lilacs

Han Jisung x reader; non idol AU; 1.5k words; super fluffy, mild crack

A/N: I've written a couple of rather angsty scenarios recently, and I figured I need a more fluff something now. And who better for a fluff than our quokka?

"How do I look?," you ask your best friend Seungmin as he helps you get dressed for your date with your crush, Han Jisung, later that evening.

You and Jisung have crushing on each other for almost a year now, and while it was painfully obvious to every single one of your friends, you two remained blissfully oblivious to the other's feelings. That is until Felix, your classmate and Jisung's best friend, locked you two in a broom closet, refusing to let you out until you kissed. The kiss was... memorable to say the least, being equal parts awkward and sweet. When Felix finally did let you out, Jisung shyly asked you out on a date. Nothing too fancy, just some coffee at the campus cafe. You guys have been hanging out frequently since that day, and today would be your fourth date. You're going to the yearly carnival, and you can't help but feel fireworks going off in your stomach at the thought of finally confessing your true feelings to Jisung, something that Seungmin has dared you to do tonight.

"If you're gonna go on your date looking like that, I'm afraid you won't be able to confess tonight, babe." You whip around at that, confused. "Because Hanji is gonna pass out as soon as he sees you," he smiles, before setting your hair properly. You shove him playfully, before saying, "I'm nervous, Minnie. What if he's not ready yet? What if the dates are just casual outings for him? What if I mess everything up?" "Hey hey hey," he says, grabbing your shoulder. "Take a deep breath. You're gonna be okay, and trust me. He's just as serious about these dates as you are. He'll be your boyfriend before midnight strikes tonight. And on that note, don't you dare stay out after midnight, young lady," your best friend says suddenly, with mock strictness, making you shake your head at his antics.

As if on cue, your doorbell rings, telling you that Jisung has arrived to pick you up. You hug Seungmin goodbye, and open the door, revealing Jisung standing there, looking gorgeous in a denim jacket with a plain white T-shirt. You catch yourself staring at him, and, once you step out of your trance, you notice that he's doing the same. You smile and snap your finger in front of him, making him scratch his neck in embarrassment. "You look really nice today, Ji," you smile. He replies, "You look very cute too, Y/N," making you blush. "Ready to go?," he asks. "Lead the way!," you say. You walk to the festival in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about random stuff. After a while, you notice that he slips his hand into yours, making you stop short. He stops too, and starts removing his hand from yours. You grip his hand tighter, while softly saying, "They fit together really well." He smiles at this, and you continue walking. Once there, you both drag each other towards different stalls that pique your interest. You bring him along to a shooting game, winning him a teddy bear. Jisung then brings you along to a flower shop, telling you about their meanings. "These magenta lilacs are my personal favourite," he tells you. "What do they mean?," you ask. "Love and passion," he says shyly. You bite your lip, just as the shop owner says, "Go on, buy them. These flowers are all the rage among young lovers these days, and you two sure make a cute pair." You both start blushing, before Jisung silently thanks the shop owner and buys a bouquet of the flowers. "Thank you, I really love them," you say. The two of you visit many other stalls. Laughing at the house of mirrors, sharing a single candyfloss, having a competition to see who can eat a plate of dumplings the fastest, you guy lose track of time, and soon enough, it's a quarter to twelve. "Let's go to the ferris wheel," you suggest, thinking back on the plan Seungmin had been feeding into your brain for the past two days. "That's funny, because I was just going to suggest the same thing," smiles Jisung. Unbeknownst to you, Felix had set him up to the exact same task that Seungmin had assigned you, with the both of them hoping that even if one of you chickens out, the other will end up confessing. With that, you get in line, and by the time it's five minutes to midnight, it's your turn to board the ride. You feel your hands shaking, but thankfully from nervousness for what's to come, but thankfully, Jisung takes your hand into his at exactly that moment, helping you relax. "What's the worse that could happen, right?," you mentally ask yourself. Your brain replies, "Oh nothing much, he could just reject you, giving you the most awkward five minutes of your life. Or, the ride could suddenly break down, killing you all." You scrunch your nose at the pessimistic thoughts, but don't have much time to ponder over them, as your ride starts. Two minutes to twelve, and you two are just sitting there in silence. This is the first time during the date that the silence has felt awkward, and it doesn't do much to ease your nerves. Once your watch strikes twelve, you turn to look at Jisung, only to find him already looking at you. "Ji, I have something-" "Y/N, I wanted to tell you-," you both start at the same time, causing the both of you to giggle. "You first," he says. "Okay, so here goes," you start, closing your eyes. "We've been on quite a few dates now, and I've really enjoyed the past month and a half of spending time with you. You're so smart, cool, funny, witty, sweet, soft, and every other good adjective, with just the right amount of loudness. I love hanging out with you, and spending time with you. Being with you makes me feel giddy inside, and I think I know what this feeling is," you open your eyes right before your big confession, but instead of your next line, you end up saying, "What?," with a confused expression. "What?," Jisung asks, tilting his head. "You're looking at me funny," you say, causing him to laugh nervously. "Oh, uhm, yeah, because I kind of, know

what you're gonna say next," he says, rubbing his neck. "You do? How?," you ask, with an even more confused expression. "Because I've been practicing the exact same lines for the past two days, minus the adjectives, of course. Because I had a different set of those ready," he says, shy all of a sudden. "Look, let me come clean," he continues, "I like you, a hell lot. And I've been trying to confess to you, so Felix created a plan for me to tell you how I feel, today at midnight. I was going to say the exact same things you said just now, and finish with a super smooth, 'A new day is just starting, so how about we make this the start of a new relationship for us, as well?,' but I guess you beat me to it." By the time he's done, you are staring at him with your mouth agape. "I was going to say the exact same thing too!! And it was Seungmin who suggested this to me," you exclaim. Just then, you both realize that your turn at the ferris wheel is over, and you get off the ride. After walking a few feet, Jisung stops you. "So, if you were going to say the same things, then does that mean you like me too?," he asks nervously. "Of course Hanji, is that even a question?," you giggle. "So what does that mean for us?," he asks with a smile. You give him a small hug, before whispering in his ear, "I guess I'm gonna start calling you my 'boyfriend' now." "I'd like that," he says, hugging you back, before taking your hand again. "In all honesty though, Seungmin and Felix are dead meat," you laugh, with him joining in.

Once the two of you stop laughing, you realize how close your faces are. You stare at him, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back. This doesn't escape his notice, and he softly asks you, "Is it okay if I kiss you?," you simply nod, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that is equal parts soft and sweet. It is just like you had imagined. Your lips molded perfectly together, and he tasted like the candyfloss you had eaten earlier. You smile into the kiss, which makes his shoulders, that he didn't know were tense, relax. When you finally break away, he pulls you in for another hug, kissing your forehead softly.

"Should they be dead meet though? I feel like we should be thanking them for daring us to confess, or else I don't know how many more dates it would have taken. Although I admit, the dialog they came up with was way too cheesy," Jisung says. To this, you reply by snuggling into his chest even more. "Might as well be the reason why they don't have partners yet. But we'll think about them tomorrow. For now, you're all that's on my mind."

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Tag Game ✨️

thank you for tagging me @joon-rkive - i loved reading yours and i always enjoy doing these~ 😊💕

i tag: @heartcravings @kafkascupcake @cxsmicmyeon @byuns-coco @xiu-bee @ladyliliah - only if you guys want to of course ♡

What book are you currently reading?

She and Her Cat by Makoto Shinkai ♡

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, like 10000%. this movie is so good. everyone go watch it if you can. 💫

What do you usually wear?

a t-shirt (plus a hoodie/flannel shirt if it's cold), a pair of jeans (two if it's cold), a pair of socks (two if it's cold), chucks (or boots if it's cold)

How tall are you?

~ 178cm / 5'10 but i'm slouching horribly xD

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

i am a Taurus (or so the birth chart says, i don't really see it tbh), aaaand my birthday is on Beltane, the Gaelic May Day festival. Or if we want to be political, Labour Day.

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

irl usually by my name, only online people and sometimes my mom call me by my childhood nickname (which i find really cute btw ^^). and my sister has her own set of nicknames for me xDD

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

i think to some extent i am the person all my younger selves wanted to be xD but career-wise not all. my childhood dream was to be a writer, only at 14 or 15 i started to think about my current course of study and also quickly dismissed the idea again back then xD

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

i'm not. and currently i have no real permanent crushes either, only the quick kind where i spend twenty minutes imagining a relationship with a stranger i've seen for like 3 seconds xD (but yeah speaking in terms of kpop, i have an everlasting crush on park chanyeol, today especially the one from the photoshoot that was teased today, and i have had it bad for han jisung from stray kids the past months too xD)

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

i'm good at.......language stuff (idk why this came to mind first but i have crap self-confidence so i can't really think about anything else); i'm bad at...i guess, being organized, keeping routines and getting things done efficiently, stuff like that. 😬

Dogs or cats?

both :c (but gun to my head, i'd say cat. because i have a cat.)

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

choking on brown sugar and sweetened milk / wrapped in a flannel shirt cause i hate silk / need a neurosurgeon to cut out my brain / need to take a deep breath, i'm not going insane (which, yes, technically is a verse. the first verse of my song brown sugar actually, and i really love how it turned out)

What’s something you would like to create content for?

ohh i think The Case Study of Vanitas, which is my favourite manga series (no i haven't seen the anime (yet?)), i really want to write a fanfic about Vanitas and Noé because no wayyy they don't kiss at night xDD

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

always obsessed with exo xD then again, i think Ocean Vuong still has a hard grip on me right now. i recently finished reading On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous and i am reading his poems every now and then and boy... i think that guy himself invented language

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

mmh... i think the fact my two bestied from school and i planned to meet at least twice and it never worked out - i met them separately, but i miss hanging out with my two favourite crackheads :/ (we'll probably meet over the last days of december tho, so...soon)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

i dunno, it's not really "hidden" but i've baffled people with is before: i'm really fast at recognizing songs, probably because i know many songs that i don't particularly like listening to as well, i guess i just can memorize sounds quite well.

Are you religious?

i am agnostic, so i'm not strictly religious, i have always been really interested in religion tho. like as a kid i went to religion classes voluntarily despite noone in my family is religious.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

a different brain hahahah :') jkjk i guess what i (quite childishly) wish for most is everything to be alright again, life to be less shit, generally. that's probably a crap answer but the most honest one i can give right now.

[mxvladdy]

Ey, could you make food source reactions for Mammon & Levi like you did with the others?

I've read it like 3 times now, they're all so sweet and believable you did a great job!

You got it Fam! Glad you like them so much lol. (I got a lot more angsty with Mammon than I thought I would but I love him sooooo)

Mammon

This poor man. He gets to spend so little time alone with you. He has to make every second count. Between the hustling, modeling, and running from Lucifer, he’s a pretty busy guy. 

So he plans date nights. Just you, him, and his leather couch. Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere, ya hear? He looks forward to this every month. He pins it on his calendar too just so he doesn’t double book himself. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. Just cause he plans this doesn’t mean he necessarily has a plan. Not that you care. Most of his activities turn into trouble anyway, even when he is not trying.  

 Sometimes he teaches you how to play cards (also shows you human ways to cheat-just in case you need it). The hours are spent pleasantly sitting in his lap while he teaches you how to count cards.

But, most nights, he just wants to talk. He enjoys his time with you. You and him cuddling and chatting away the hours before passing out for the night. 

He has a lot of things he wants to know about you. To him, he feels like if he knows you better than the other brothers he’s won. 

Won what? Idk, your affection? Approval? He already has it, but he is insecure about his place in your heart regardless. 

This evening starts out like any other. Mammon dashing to the kitchens to pilfer some snacks and drinks before Beel can steal them all, and you bring your cute self over to his room. 

You two toss back a few drinks and spend some time looking over his latest photo shoots before going on to the main event. Tonight you brought one of your favorite human card games. It was like 20 questions, but some questions were more risque than others. Was it meant for more than two players? Yes, but whatever- Mammon wants to play it so you are.

You both are relaxed and drowsy by the time you start playing. Your stomachs are full of junk, and the morning moons are just on the horizon. It’s the perfect mixture for loose lips and secrets, before falling asleep in each other's arms. 

You pick easy cards first, jumping from silly innocent questions to one that made him blush from ear to ear. The hours pass quickly and Mammon’s answers become more slurred and accented as he tires out. 

He was on the verge of sleep when you ask,  “What’s your favorite dish?” 

It was a slip of the tongue, a long-lost memory pulled up from the dregs of his exhausted mind. He remembers a savory dish Barbatos use to make way back when. He can still smell the savory smoky spices mixing with the fresh vegetables and meat- Oh shit.

He feels you stiffen and he ain’t sleepy anymore, that’s for sure. Immediately up and apologizes. He stumbles over himself in his haste to explain himself. 

You spend the rest of the evening with him in your arms trying to comfort him as he tearfully swears he hasn’t eaten a person in a couple of hundred years. 

Mini Fic

He regrets it the moment the words slip out. His sleepy remark hangs out in the chilly air of his room. He feels you jerk in his arms as if punched. “Shit! I-I didn’t mean.” Mouth agape, he backtracks, tongue working faster than his overtaxed brain. He looks down at your head on his chest. 

Your eyes are wide. Their surprise reflected in the bright blue moonlight. His heart sinks to his stomach. Gods, he ruined it. “I’m sorry- I.”  Pushing you off of his chest he goes to grab his shirt and redress, ignoring the prickling heat growing at the corner of his eyes. He could sleep somewhere else tonight. You could have the room if you wanted, or at least give you a minute to flee in terror from the demon that masqueraded as your friend. He can’t look at you. Hells, he was too ashamed to even glance in your direction. What kind of idiot let’s slip that? They even had a council meeting about this very thing before you arrived. 

So lost in his panic he doesn’t notice you trying to get his attention. It wasn’t until you forcefully grab his arm did he hear you. “It’s ok Mammon.” You engulf him in your warm and comforting scent. Strong arms dragging him back to the crumpled sheets of his bed. Your soft fingers wipe at the silent tears streaking down his cheeks. 

He dislodges himself from your light grasp to rub at his own eyes. “How can ya’ say that?” Where was your sense of self-preservation? Ain’t humans supposed to be aware of such dangers? The irony wasn’t lost on him though. Being your ‘protector’ and all.

You shuffle closer, hellbent on comforting. His pack mark hums gently on his chest when you touch it. As much as his body wanted to run, your pact mark cemented him to his seat. He sits while you fuss over him slowly breathing through his mouth to calm his racing heart. He can’t help but drift closer to you when he feels your hand on the top of his head. When had he become so weak for you? 

“Well-How can I not?” You shrug. He closes his eyes when you start ruffling his fringe. “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me. Yes, you have,” You cut him off firmly before he can object. “Always my number one anyway.” That pulls a wet chuckle from your demon. His eyes clear up at your admission. “I trust you Mammon, honestly. I mean, I kinda knew that you’ve probably eaten a human or two in your life. Knowing, and knowing are more different than I thought.” 

 Mammon cages you in his arms, his nose brushing along your neck and jawline. “Damn-.” He huffs covering you in his warm body, arms tight around your sides. “I’m sorry. I ruined tonight.” Mammon sighs into your skin. 

You hug him back. “Nonsense, if you want to get technical I think you won this game. I can’t top that answer.” You push away with a wide yawn. “Now can we go back to bed?” With a nod, he flops over pulling you down with him. You bully your way into his arms again. Sighing constantly you snuggle in for the night, ready to drift off. His eyelids began to feel heavy again too. Your soft weight on him like a security blanket. He listens to your slowly beating heart, matching his breathing to yours. The rhythmic thumps working to calm him better than his noise machine. He basks in your presence, rubbing his broad hand down your back for a moment before you speak again.

“Hey, Mammon.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Do you think I would taste good?” 

Leviathan 

Awkward boy. Of course, he has had his fair share of humans. Not particularly his favorite through. A lot of the time it wasn’t on purpose. His demon form is big and sometimes more than just fish and other demons get swallowed up. Course when that happened, they weren’t exactly fresh either. Bleh-just thinking about it makes his stomach turn. 

No, he never got a taste for it, even when it was served in the royal palace. The memories of the sea are still pretty vivid. It never really crosses his mind anymore. Till you bring it up.

He invites you over for a game night. A new VR game he had been saving up for just dropped and he had to play it with you.

It was a horror stealth game. Heavy on critical thinking and solving puzzles in real-time.

Your two characters were on a race against time against a flesh eating cult that had invaded a small village. He thought it was a fun concept and you both liked horror games. He didn’t notice how quiet you had gotten until you had set your controller down. 

You ask during a loading screen after a pretty graphic cut scene of a npc getting caught. How realistic was that cut scene? Had he ever eaten a human before?

Boy is a brighter pink than Ruri-chan’s signature outfit (and twice as cute lbr) 

He gets so flustered that he misses the start of the next round and gets you both eaten. 

He doesn’t take conflict well. Like at all. He much rather slink off into his fish tank and hide than answer you. In fact, that sounds like an excellent idea.  

He slithers back out of his tank hours later thinking you had left or found a better brother to hang out with. Yucky people eaters like him aren’t good company for humans. 

You jump him the minute his feet are back on solid ground. Have an answer now you must! Yrssss. 

Mini Fic

“L-Let go!” Levi shrieks, caught in your sneak attack. He locks up when you jump him, all four of your limbs wrapping around his soaking body like an octopus. 

“No!” You squeeze him harder taking full advantage of the fact that he won’t remove you himself. You feel the heat of his blush through his soaked clothes as you cling closer. If he could blush any harder you were pretty sure steam would be wafting off of him. 

“Why do you want to know anyway?” He wiggles gently, trying to loosen your tight grip. 

“Morbid curiosity.” Well, at least you were honest. He was still going to say no, you didn’t need to know that about him. He opens his mouth to shut you down but makes the mistake of looking at you. The words die when he catches the pout growing on your face. Oh no- his one weakness. Your way your lower lip pops out adorably, accompanied by slightly puffed-out cheeks. It was a one-two punch to his defenses. 

“I-they weren’t on purpose.” He pleads. Nevermore in his life did he wish he could turn into a mist-like his brother. He feels you slip off of him. Your bare feet don’t make a sound on his carpeted floor. “It just happened sometimes.” He admits. You accept it for a few seconds before his words fully hit you.

“Wait? How do you accidentally eat someone?” You ask incredulously. “All though- that’s something Beel might do.” You ponder the logistics and step back to give him some space.

He rights himself, wicking the moisture from his coat and pants with magic until he is completely dry again. You start asking a dozen more questions in rapid fire. It was enough to make his head spin. You were too curious for your own good. “Ever heard of basking whales?”  

You blink. 

Levi sighs and waves a hand to himself.  “When I lived in the ocean… I’m big ya know. I kinda would just open my mouth and swallow. Whatever I caught I ate.” He waits for you to get the jest. Most of the time it was smaller fish and aquatic mammals. When a demon encroached on his territory he would eat them too. The dead were meant for his army, but sometimes they got sucked into.

Instead of nodding in understatement, you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand and snort. His eyes grow big and his blush turns brighter. You were spending way too much time with Asmo. “No-Not like that!” His flailing only makes you laugh harder. Great, as if he didn’t want to die of embarrassment already.

“Well word it better, nerd.” You laugh retreating back to the mound of pillows you claimed for gaming, VR headset in hand. “Come on, we have to start over now- thanks to someone.”

“You started it!” Levi shoots back grabbing up his gear as well. He fiddles with it for a moment before glancing back at you. You were oblivious to inner turmoil over this admission. A naval admiral was one thing. Humans had them too, that wasn’t too much for you to comprehend. Being a devil was easy enough to understand too, at least in his mind. But eating people? Shouldn’t you be more concerned? “So-that’s it?”

You look up questioningly. “What’s it?” 

He raises a purple brow. “You have nothing else to say? I just admitted to eating people!” 

“Not really.” You shrug. “I can’t get too pressed about it. It’s not like you are human. I’m like what-at the bottom of the food chain to you, right?” Levi nods. “See! So no point stressing over it. ‘Sides, you haven’t munched on me yet.” You turn your attention back to the screen, flicking your controller to wake his flat-screen back up. “Unless~” He gulps at the sly eyebrow wiggle you throw at him, the shit eating grin that accompanied it only made him worry.  “Perhaps you just have an appetite for seamen.” 

Your peals of laughter mix with his shrill yelps of objection, as he tackles you. His previous worries were completely forgotten by your teasing. 

[nedlittle]

hello! toomanyassassins here! i've been enjoying your monthly book overviews and it's inspiring me to try and get back into reading and to try using storygraph. do you have an tips for reading as much as you do? i struggle to even get past the first page of most books, much less focus on them long enough to finish them 😅

i'm glad someone is reading my reading wrap-ups!

to be completely transparent, the reason why i've been able to read so much is because i spent the first half of the year unemployed and passively suicidal, so i had the free time living at home to read, and i had the incentive to read because it's one of the few things that can actually distract from the fact that my brain is eating itself alive. and i read a lot now because i have a relaxed job which can have long stretches of time where i have nothing to do but sit at a desk and mop/try not to freeze to death/wonder why nobody is coming to hear my wonderful whale facts, so there's ample time for me to read on the clock, and my boss doesn't mind.

some actual advice is to carve out a dedicated time each day when you want to read. 9/10 nights i read in bed before i fall asleep, desperately trying to take in as much as i can before melatonin sends me to the shadow realm. it gets you into a routine and helps you feel cozy. i can get an hour or two in each night depending on the circumstances. and then my kindle sleeps on my pillow next to me so if the insomnia keeps me awake at 4 am i can at least pass the time.

do you have a commute? read on that! in 2020, i read moby-dick and the brothers karamazov and the worst journey in the world because i lived and worked in the suburbs of shanghai and everytime i wanted to see a friend or a museum or get basically anywhere not in my district, i had a minimum 40 minute metro ride each way. on my (mercifully shorter) commute to work, i could still get in a chapter or two! if you have to drive, try audiobooks! they aren't generally for me, but i imagine they'd be good if you're like. stuck on a highway somewhere waiting in bottlenecked traffic. regardless, i have a physical book or my kindle (or both) in my bag nearly every time i leave the house just in case i want to sit in a park for a bit or have to wait for an appointment etc.

sometimes you gotta shop around and try a few books before you're actually engaged in one. at least once a month i will think okay, i'm going to read (x) only to open it up on my kindle, read the first couple pages, and be like nah, not right now. so i open another book and sometimes that also isn't the right one, so i open another until i find something that clicks with how i'm feeling. if you're not immediately gripped by something it's totally fine to put it down for a bit or for forever!

lastly, reading shouldn't be a competition and i think goodreads and our collective obsession with categorizing, aestheticizing, and presenting very specific versions of ourselves has done detriment to the way people read because it isn't enough to read for fun you've got to be ahead of your reading challenge you've got to read (x) number of books with y-specific rep in them in order to be seen like you're Consuming The Right Media. yes, i have a reading challenge on storygraph but it's partly because i just like graphs and diagrams and have a brain made of swiss cheese. just have fun with it man! it's not a competition and it's not a game it's something that should be done for pleasure and information :)

[imagineabrighterworld]

Psy-Cutie pt. 1

Summary // Mind Jack is an S-ranked villain who always manages to evade capture. You are a florist working in the city and never really minded what was happening around you. You kept an ear open for more relevant news, but you never heard of Mind Jack or his schemes. This works in Hitoshi Shinso's favor as he crashes into your shop one day, injured and unable to take care of himself. Lucky for him, you are just the healer he needs.

A/N: Based loosely on the song American Beauty/American Psycho, hope you enjoy! ^^

- - -

Hitoshi knew two things when he woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

One. He was in pain.

Two. He was safe.

He knew he was safe with clear surety because if the person who saved him knew who he was, he would have on handcuffs and a muzzle rather than a blanket and bandages.

-4 hours earlier-

Twisting the dial of his mask, Hitoshi tests the new vocals he had acquired.

"Help me! Please Akane!" The voice of a 45 year old woman echoes in the room, bouncing off the concrete walls. The voice belonged to Hiromi Sasaki, the wife of a broker who had ties to several Pro Heroes in the Coruscant district. She had been a thorn in Hitoshi's side what with her providing new equipment and upgraded tech to superheroes. Last month he had nearly been foiled by a beam that concentrated a hypnotic ray. But now he had the perfect plan to get rid of her.

Or rather, get rid of her clients privacy.

"Hiromi! Are you here?!" Akane yells from afar, finally catching up to him after following the sound of her wife from blocks away. Now that they were in a closed and controlled area, Hitoshi felt no need to continue this game of cat and mouse.

"How precious." His voice rings out. "You really do love her don't you. If only that love was enough to keep her safe." He steps out from his spot behind a pillar, looking at the now frozen broker who stood still at the doorway. Her eyes were wide open, a blank canvas.

He stalks forward, lowering his mask into the folds of his capture weapon. "You're going to listen to me now." Hitoshi beckons her with a finger, walking backwards to a single chair. "Come. Let's go over the terms of our agreement."

The woman sits down on the rickety chair, showing no signs of fear as it buckles under her weight.

"From now on, you'll be attaching these to all the equipment you sell to your heroes." He unties a small bag from his waist and tosses it onto her lap. They were tracking devices. "If you get caught, your wife will not come back from what I'll do to her."

Nothing, nothing showed on her face that she was listening, but he knew his instructions ran clear. He could feel his control taking over. His quirk had evolved since his time at U.A, no longer was his brain washing temporary, no, he could give long term instructions. It was very, very useful. An evolution he was sure his old classmate would have loved to jot down. But today wasn’t a day for lamenting old friendships he already burned.

Bang!

His focus snaps to the wall next to him, the concrete was beginning to crack as a barrage of fists pummeled into it.

Shit.

"Don't forget what I told you." Hitoshi pulls his mask back into place, cutting off his connection to the broker, not sparing another second to watch her as he bolts to the farthest window with his capture weapon in hand.

Breaking through the glass he sends the end of the scarf to a faraway pole, using it to swing onto a nearby building. He curls into a ball and tumbles to lessen the impact on his joints before sprinting across the rooftops. Narrowly he evades the paralyzing bullets of police officers on the ground, shouting to the heroes who were hot on his tail.

It was fun, in a way, they were finally making it fun for him after being so easily put down.

But the heroes were prepared for him. Finally, they learned to bring proper backup.

"Mind Jack!" The hero Racer yells from the rooftop next to him. The hero beside them creates a ramp of metal, allowing Racer to send themselves flying onto the rooftop he was currently on.

Hitoshi coils his capture weapon around Racer's leg as they fly midair, twisting them around and throwing them into the new hero behind him. The group that had begun to accumulate was a mixture of A and C ranked heroes, which normally would be easily handled by himself. But he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a telekinetic that sent him plummeting into the ground and through the floors below him.

“Damn!” His scarf wraps around the exposed edge of a steel pillar poking out of the concrete floor, allowing him to swing out of sight from the heroes that continued their path downward where they assumed he had fallen. But it didn’t mean he was safe.

All he remembers is the cold wind rushing past him as he breaks through the window of the thirtieth floor and freefalls to the unforgiving ground.

- Now -

Now he was staring at a pitcher of water with slices of lemons and leaves of mint.

Just where did he land?

"Oh you're awake!" A voice chimes in from behind a curtain. He squints at the fuzzy shadow, making out something round and human shaped.

A hand grabs the curtain and pulls it aside, the roundness now obviously a ceramic pot and the human shaped figure.. A very cute human.

He tilts his head as he watches you balance the pot of dirt on your hip, your cheeks smudged along with your gloved hands.

Who were you?

"You scared me earlier! I almost didn't get to you in time." You place the pot on a chair and pull up a stool from the vanity against the wall, crossing your legs as you sat down. "My quirk is a little reckless, so I was afraid I might hurt you more than help you. But you're a sturdy one."

"What is-!" Hitoshi cringes at the pain in his throat, reaching up a hand to cup his jugular. It felt like crushed glass was grinding against his vocal cords.

You stood up at the sound of his voice, already preparing a cup of water to give to him. "My quirk? It's repel. I can repel anything, living or non-living- but the force I exert can change from moment to moment if I'm not careful. So when I saw you falling, I had to use it in small bursts to keep you from smacking the pavement too hard."

Well, he was asking for your name but he took the water anyway, looking it over for traces of a sedative. Deeming it clean, he mouths a quick ‘thank you’ before drinking.

Using the opportunity to collect clues on what kind of person his host was, Hitoshi takes in the sight around him. A pitcher of water on a chipped black nightstand. Macrame potted plants hanging by an open window. A wardrobe with a sweater peeking out. A worn beige carpet on vinyl floors. Photographs of friends and family. Clippings of plants and dried out flowers in picture frames. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. Safe.

A part of him wanted to cringe. How long had it been since he was around something so ordinary? He didn’t live in places long enough to decorate it. He didn’t leave windows open, chancing a police officer spotting him. He didn’t have any of these things you had.

“So..”

He turns his attention back to you.

“Would you happen to be Hitoshi Shinso?”

His grip on the cup tightens instinctively. Without his voice to activate his quirk, he settles on relying on his physicality. Hitoshi reaches instinctively for the scarf around his neck-

But it wasn’t there.

He settles on a nod, preparing to bolt out of the bed should you try screaming for help. Even without his scarf, he was prepared to scale the walls if he had to.

However, it isn't a yell of fear that he is met with. Surprise floods him as he watches your face light up with a smile. You lean forward with your hands tucked under your thighs. “Really?! I watched you in the U.A sports festivals when I was a teenager! You were amazing!”

Without knowing it, his hand raised from his neck to his face, covering his mouth as you continued on, a warmth building in his cheeks.

“I live pretty far away, but I took a trip to U.A. for my second year, and to see you take down students twice your size was so cool! You really worked hard after the first festival and it showed-“ A blush of your own takes root on your face. You scoot your seat backwards. “Ah- sorry about that.. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

He shakes his head, looking at you with much softer eyes. He was a villain. And had been a villain after leaving amid his third year at U.A. He didn’t regret his decision and never cared for the love the media gave his former classmates. He didn’t need praise or the affection of strangers. He didn’t care about any of that.

But to hear someone praise him for his hard work, and to hear someone put him in such a light? To hear that someone saw him as more than his quirk?

Hitoshi could get drunk on your words alone.

“You don't mind..? I understand if it’s creepy. I've met fans of Deku who even I was uncomfortable next to.”

Once more he shakes his head, unbothered by your enthusiasm. In fact, he liked it. More than he thought he would.

Was this why heroes strived to be popular? The warm feeling it brought? Or was it because it came from you? Someone so blissfully ignorant of what he has done. 

You still saw him as a hero.

A hero.

“Oh! I need to get back to the shop! Your fall left some of my pots smashed, I need to clean it up before someone gets hurt.” You get to your feet and take his now empty glass, refilling it before handing it back. “Take your time,I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” 

And just when he thought you couldn't get any better, you stumble on your way out, drawing out a squeak from your lips.

He was truly and utterly whipped.