#Chin: So you're going to fly to Japan too then?

[ellena-asg]

Shakespearean McDanno in four episodes: 2x20, 2x21, 2x22 and NCIS LA 3x21 Lyrics: Just another day by Jon Secada ♥️

[freya-fallen]

Little Dove 1/?

You're Pro Hero Hawks' little sister. Dabi finds out and everything devolves from there.

TW: none for this chapter, but future parts may include, but are not limited to, noncon, dubcon, drugging, forced incest, yandere hawks, yandere dabi, coercion, lying, manipulation, grooming (of an 18 year old character), obsession, gaslighting...

Part 2

You have wings, too, though they’re nothing like his. Where his are scarlet as fresh-spilt blood, yours are the soft white of a swan’s feathers. He says they’re beautiful and perfect, just like you, but you’re so much weaker than he is. Your feathers can’t be controlled by your mind; when they come off, they flutter to the ground and remain there, lifeless. You think that’s why you can’t really fly. Keigo’s feathers have a telekinetic aspect to them and they’re so strong, able to lift things far larger than they should. You wish yours were more like his.

“Don’t say that, dove.”

You hum as he preens your wings for you. It’s something you’ve done together for one another since you were small. Neither of your parents had wings; your dad had feathers and your mom has those floating eyes, but only you and Keigo share the extra appendages. It’s nice to have that in common, because you feel you look more like your mother otherwise. 

One warm hand smooths over the curve of your wing. It feels so nice. You tighten your arms around your knees and savor the sensation. “If my feathers were more like yours, I could be your sidekick.”

“I’d rather you weren’t.” His tone is gently chiding. “You’re too precious to me.” His goatee tickles your shoulder as he lays his chin on it. 

You giggle. “If I were stronger, the villains would fear me.”

“My fearsome little sister.” His hands wiggle at your sides and you explode into a fit of laughter. “Villains beware! The Chuckling Chicken will get you!”

You kick and squirm beneath his hands. “Keigoooooo. Not a chicken!” You want to be indignant, but he’s so tickling you too well for you to feel anything but the excitement.”

“Yes, a chicken,” he insists. “A clucking little hen gonna peck their eyes out.”

“Noooo.” You bat ineffectually at his chest. 

Before you can get too tired, Keigo stops. He leans over you, so soft in his own home, so unlike the cocky show he puts on for the public. “You know I would worry too much about you if you were a hero.”

“Yeah.” You wrap your arms around him in an embrace. Keigo knows the risks better than you do; he goes out and fights every day. Sometimes he doesn’t even come home, he’s too busy keeping the city safe. “I worry about you, you know.”

“I know.” He rolls over to lie beside you on the bed.

Moments like these, you can forget that you’re brother is one of the most popular, powerful heroes in Japan. He’s right under the hero who saved you as children, Endeavor.

You twine your fingers with Keigo’s as you stare up at the ceiling. Your wings are spread just enough to be comfortable beneath you and he mirrors you. “Half the girls at my school have a crush on you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Uh-huh. They think you’re so cool and handsome. I wonder what they’d think if they knew you’re such a dork.”

“Tch.” He rises to his side, leaning on an elbow. “I’m not a dork. That would be you.”

You roll your eyes. “Do you have any idea how weird it is to hear girls gossiping about your brother? And not even be able to say anything?”

“I know, dove. But it’s safer this way.” He squeezes your hand and sits up just in time for his phone to go off. He raises it and sighs. “Well, back to the grind I go.” He kisses your forehead and grabs his jacket from where it sits on the nightstand, then he’s out the door.

You lie there for a moment then your alarm goes off and it’s time to get ready for school. At least you got to spend time with Keigo; those moments are so fleeting, so precious, and you appreciate each and every one of them.

You change out of night clothes and into your uniform, carefully slipping each wing through it’s back hole. The snowy white of your feathers contrasts the starched so-close-to-perfectly-white fabric of your blouse. You’re glad it’s summer so you don’t have to put the blazer over your shoulders too. Honestly, putting on shirts is your least favorite part of getting dressed.

There’s a springy pop and you realize Keigo must have put your morning toast in the toaster. He’s so thoughtful. You smile to yourself as you butter the bread and pour the juice he insists you drink; you’d like coffee, but he refuses to have it or a coffee maker delivered to the loft. He says it’s bad for you. “You’re a growing girl.” Nevermind that you’re an adult in your last year of highschool.

There’s a nondescript black car waiting outside, just as on every schoolday. Being Hawks’ sister means you live in a nice flat with high security, there are people who ensure you have all your needs met, and you get a ride anywhere you need to go.

It also means you have no close friends who can come over. You rarely get invited out since you can’t tell anyone about your family situation, so it’s usually straight home.

Your care is part of Keigo’s agreement with the commission; you’ll be provided for as long as he works for them or (in case of the worst) if he dies in the line of duty.

There a bunch of benefits and all, too, but you leave the details to him. The most important part is that you and he have your own nest at the top of a building owned by the commission, a penthouse apartment that’s nicely outfitted for the pair of you. Not that Keigo gets to come home very often; you’re fairly sure he sleeps at his agency as often as not.

It beats living with your mother.

Keigo made arrangements for her as well, but neither of you has contact with her.

School is mostly boring. You do well; you have little else to do with your time, so your studies are a major focus. You’re thinking of going into hero agency business or support, that way you can work for the Hawks Agency and spend more time with Keigo. You’d also get to see what he does, what his work space is like. However, as the best of the best, your brother’s agency is picky in who it hires. Since your existence is hidden from the world, you have to look the part. Your school is posh; it’s no UA, but well known enough and respected for those who aren’t trying to enter a hero course.

Classes pass by with nothing more interesting than a little gossip about who’s dating whom or who will go to a certain place later, at least until lunch.

A television streams news in the corner. Usually you don’t pay attention to it, but a flash of crimson crosses the screen and you turn toward it so fast you almost get whiplash.

There’s Keigo on the screen. He and Endeavor are fighting a villain together. You gasp as your brother takes a hit. Tears flood your eyes, but you can’t look away. He grits his teeth in a facsimile of a grin. The camera zooms in as his lips move, but his words are unheard. No doubt it’s some quip he’s airing to dismiss any concern over his well-being. 

“Oh my god! I hope Hawks is okay!” All around you, other students are watching the fight unfold.

They’re gathering quite the crowd in person, too. You count out news casters, camera people, everyday folks with their cell phones out… One guy sweeps up a phone from the ground; he must’ve dropped it. It’s red case catches the light, then you’re distracted by Endeavor sending out a wave of fire.

You can’t imagine the amount of collateral damage this fight will produce. The villain is likee noone you’ve ever seen. His skin blends into the shadows, his eyes glow yellow, and he’s enormous. Keigo, average height and lightly built beneath his baggy clothes, looks so small as he fights against the man, and beside the enormous beacon of strength that is Endeavor. 

You send up a prayer that the flame hero keeps your brother safe. Other than Keigo, he’s your favorite hero. You have no idea if he remembers the two winged children he rescued many years ago, but you remember him. 

Your anxiety climbs until a new hero joins the fray. It’s Miruko, the rabbit hero, and she comes in with a mighty bunny kick that send the villain reeling.

The three top pros turn the tide and relief spills through your chest as emergency responders come in to clean after the heroes are done.

You unclench your hands where they were balled hard enough the skin in your palms shows red half moons.

It’s okay now. Keigo is okay.

In your school bag, your phone buzzes. You won’t see the text for hours.

>Who would hawks have saved as my little dove in his contacts?

want to be added to the taglist? lemme know

[rimii-iii]

perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter four - oblivious redhead

"um... wanna do something else?" i questioned, the fact that it was embarrassing for the both of us was... um... awkward. 

"...sure." he was literally agreeing to everything i suggest, say, comment, maybe he just found me annoying... i dropped myself onto the bed, my arms spread. "like what?" i mumbled, finding my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"just go sleep." he replied, glancing at me over the shoulder. "mhm." i crawled to the pillow, but my arms were weak, sore, i just dipped down into the bed, not even caring about the blankets keeping me warm.

that night, the lights went dim, a blanket right cover my small body, an arm snaked around my waist and the scent of sweetness filled the room.

゜

a thing i wanted to do back in Japan, is to shop. so this morning, i forced Sae to come shopping with me, of course, he declined but with the power of my puppy eyes, he finally said yes with a grumpy groan and massaging his temples. 

i wore a white tank top with light blue jeans, topping it off with air jordans and a white jacket. Sae wore a creamy striped button up, regular jeans, IV shades to hide from fans and Adidas og superstars. 

"let's goooo!" i pointed a finger towards the azure sky, eyes closed with a smile and grabbing his wrists. he could only sigh like a mother, facepalming himself. we entered a shopping mall, with loads of fans recognising the both of us, of course, his redhead is always easy to identify. 

we continued to shop and i couldn't help but to glance or stare at him from time to time, my heart started to beat faster whenever i see his side profile, when he chuckled at my careless mistakes, his laughter ringed in my ears like a melody while butterflies started flying around my stomach.

i'm sure i'm just sick. "you okay?" he stopped, giving a glance, "y-yeah." i stared at my shoes, maybe i was too carried away from the thoughts... "you're red." he placed a hand over my forehead, catching me off guard. why was he like this...? 

he surely wasn't like this before. 

"c'mon, let's go to the restroom, you can wash your face." he guided me, walking to the nearest restroom that was not too far away. i wanted to decline the offer so bad but, nothing came out of my mouth, it was like i was taped over, it was like i had a disability. 

he grabbed the shopping bags from me, pushing me in the restroom while waiting outside without a word. 

i fiddled with my fingers, staring at myself in the mirror. he was right... i was red. like red red. what the hell? i traced my cheek, drawing circles on them, what happened?

it didn't look like i was sick or i had a fever... no, not that kind of red. it looked like i was blushing...

too hard.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

i swear to god, he's a pain in the ass!

how on earth could i fall for him?

especially now?

゜

we headed back to the hotel, but i could stop thinking about that. just what is wrong with me? that redhead has literally the worst hairstyle anyone could have, and yet, he looked like a red flag for being an annoyance.

and yet, now i've fallen for him? now i was siting on the chair, resting my chin on the centre of my palms and he was covering my mind. 

after he took his time in the shower, it was my time. like every other night, i did my routine. until i came out, seeing Sae with his legs crossed, perhaps waiting for me?

"come sit here." he patted the space that was in front of him, i obeyed and found my eyes anywhere but on his pretty face.

"is there something going on?" he predicted, i felt like my feelings were just too complex now, i couldn't even put it in words.

"i-i..." i stuttered, finding words for my sentence, it felt like digging a dictionary out of my mind. if i just tell him, but don't tell him that it's him, will it be okay?

"i-i think... i like someone..." i blushed, scratching my scalp, i stole a glance at him.

for him, it looked like his world shattered, but his facial expressions said nothing, barely anything actually. "you've been thinking about him...?" he spoke up, his head was down but his fist was supporting his chin. "y-yeah." 

i was thinking about you the whole day, dumbass. 

"do i know him?" his tone was kept calm, "i-i guess so..." i found myself staring into his hues, lost in the abyss. "hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you." he looked away.

no way...

was he jealous...?!

[jampc]

last summer whisper

pairing: platonic!jotaro × jolyne × okuyasu × josuke × tomoko × joseph

characters: joseph joestar, jotaro kujo, josuke higashikata, tomoko higashikata ,okuyasu nijimura.

words: 2,015

content warnings: none.

tags: fluff, sfw, family bonding.

rating: G

a/n: this might be my favorite scenario because I love josuke and okuyasu a lot and I think they would get along with jolyne a lot,I guess I'm just a fan of the three of them together :')

jotaro kujo and his daughter, jolyne, are in japan to visit some relatives. the girl has always been fascinated with her father's home country, and asked to visit it frequently. she loves seeing new places, so this is no exception. they're staying with jotaro's grandfather, joseph joestar, who lives in a traditional japanese house near the ocean.

"what's this place called?" jolyne asks, looking down at the sign.

"this is morioh-cho," says joseph. "it's a small seaside town."

"morioh-cho," repeats jolyne, tasting the word. "cool."

joseph laughs. "there's not much to see here, but you should go sight-seeing with your father sometime."

"where should we go?" asks jolyne.

"hmm." joseph taps his chin. "how about the old man's place?"

jotaro frowns. "i've told you to stop calling him that."

"sure thing, youngster."

jolyne giggles. "old man."

"ah, don't tease him," joseph says, but he's grinning too.

"come on, dad," jolyne says, tugging on jotaro's sleeve. "let's go!"

they get a taxi, and jolyne watches the scenery outside the car window. it's a sunny day, and the sky is a bright blue. jolyne wonders what kind of birds are flying around up there.

when the taxi stops in front of an small house, jolyne gets out and looks around.

“josepphh~fuuuu♡ kya ♡kya ♡kya~~~~!!!!”

tomoko higashikata screams at the top of her lungs, startling jolyne. she runs towards the taxi and wraps her arms around jotaro.

"d-dad..." jolyne mumbles.

“tomoko, why do you do this every time i come over, i’m not joseph. you know that, right? my name is jotaro kujo. say it. jotaro. jotaro kujo. not joseph joestar, okay? and stop screaming like that, it's embarrassing."

"oh my god, jotaro! i can't believe it's actually you! i mean, of course you're actually here, but you're in japan again!"

"i told you i was coming, and i even called you ahead of time."

“who’s this cutie? oh my gosh, she's adorable! you must be the famous jolyne!" tomoko picks up jolyne and gives her a big hug.

jolyne blinks. "uh, hi. i'm jolyne."

"you can call me auntie if you want to," says tomoko. "we're practically family after all!"

jotaro rolls his eyes. "she's my daughter, tomoko."

"awww, so cute!" tomoko coos.

jotaro grumbles something about 'the joys of fatherhood'.

jolyne feels a little embarrassed. she doesn't know what to do.

"come on inside," says tomoko, letting jolyne go. "i just finished making lunch."

the front door opens, and a boy walks out of the house. he has black hair, and his face looks familiar.

“oh, josuke!" tomoko says. "just in time!"

josuke freezes when he sees jolyne.

"um... hi," says jolyne. "i'm jolyne."

“i’m your great great grand uncle! and your dad is my nephew!! wow, that's wild!" josuke holds out his hand for a handshake. "nice to meet you."

jolyne looks at jotaro, who nods. she smiles and takes josuke's hand. "nice to meet you too."

"well, i'm starving," says tomoko. "let's eat."

the four of them sit down at the table. jolyne eats her rice with her hands, which makes josuke look surprised. she wonders if she did something wrong.

"it's so good!" jolyne says. "the rice is really fluffy!"

"i'm glad you like it," says tomoko.

jolyne glances at josuke, who's staring at her. "is something wrong?"

"no!" josuke says quickly. "nothing at all!"

after lunch, tomoko takes jolyne upstairs and shows her the guest room. it's got a big window, and jolyne can see the ocean outside. there's also a futon on the floor.

"you can use that," says tomoko. "i'll get your suitcase for you."

"thanks," says jolyne. she sits down on the futon and looks out the window. the view is nice. she wonders how long they're going to stay here.

when tomoko comes back with jolyne's suitcase, she tells her that she can go explore the town if she wants to with josuke.

“really?" jolyne asks. "thanks!"

josuke is waiting outside. he waves at jolyne and smiles. "you ready?"

jolyne nods and follows him outside.

"so, uh...do you want to meet some of my friends?” josuke asks as they walk down the street.

"sure," says jolyne. "who?"

"well, there's okuyasu, and then there's also..."

josuke goes on talking about his friends, but jolyne doesn't pay attention. she just nods and smiles when she needs to. she wants to be nice, but she's kind of bored. she looks around as they walk. there are a lot of people out today.

���okuyasu!" josuke yells, waving his hand in the air. "over here!"

a tall boy comes over and waves back. he walks towards them with long strides.

"hey josuke," says okuyasu. "who's this?"

"this is jolyne," josuke says. "my nephew's daughter."

"what?" okuyasu looks at jolyne. "wait... your nephew?"

"my great great grand nephew," says josuke. "his dad is my nephew, my nephew's dad is his nephew, and so on."

okuyasu looks confused.

josuke rolls his eyes. "never mind."

"josuke, man, you really need to learn how to talk properly." okuyasu turns to jolyne and smiles. "i'm okuyasu nijimura. nice to meet you."

jolyne smiles back. "nice to meet you too."

"do you wanna go to the arcade or something?" asks josuke.

"sure," says okuyasu. “jolyne get on my back you must be tired, huh?"

jolyne gets on okuyasu's back, and he carries her down the street.

"here we are," okuyasu says. he lets jolyne down on the sidewalk.

jolyne stares up at the building in front of her. it looks like a huge, red tower, and there are all sorts of things hanging on the side of it. there are also metal platforms sticking out from the sides, and lots of people are walking around them.

"whoa," jolyne says. "that's a long way up."

"yup," says okuyasu. "let's go inside."

inside the arcade, jolyne finds out that there's a bunch of different machines inside, all with different games. there's a screen and a joystick on them, but no buttons or buttons. she tries pressing the buttons on a few of them, but nothing happens.

"what's this game?" jolyne asks okuyasu.

"that's a fighting game," says okuyasu. "you can play against me if you want."

"really?" asks jolyne. "what does it involve?"

"i'll show you," says okuyasu. he chooses a character from the screen, and jolyne chooses another one. then the screen turns black, and a white figure with a big head appears on the screen. a sound effect plays, and then okuyasu starts tapping the joystick.

the white figure on the screen moves around, and okuyasu moves his joystick to match the movements. the white figure punches and kicks, and okuyasu blocks them. he jumps and kicks the white figure, who falls down. the screen flashes red, and the word 'ko' appears.

"you did it!" says okuyasu. "i lost!"

"how did you do that?" asks jolyne.

"i just move the stick like this, and then when i hit him i press the button."

"cool!" jolyne presses the buttons on the machine, and nothing happens.

"try doing it like this," says okuyasu, moving his hand across the joystick.

jolyne presses the buttons again, and this time she manages to do it. her character slams into the ground, and then a screen appears saying 'ko'.

"good job!" says okuyasu. "you're a natural at this."

"i wanna play against jolyne now, see if she can beat the master!" josuke says to okuyasu.

"bring it on," says okuyasu. he gets out of the seat. "go ahead, jolyne."

they fight and jolyne ends up taking josukes 1st place spot, much to josuke's dismay. they keep playing until the arcade closes.

"we should go home," says josuke. "my mom will be mad at us if we stay out too late."

they walk back home in silence. the sky is turning dark, and a few stars are coming out.

when they get home, tomoko is sitting on the couch reading a book. she looks up when they enter the house.

"how was it?" she asks. "did you have fun?"

"yeah, we played a bunch of games," says josuke. "i lost to jolyne though."

"wow, really?" says tomoko. "i'm surprised."

"dad, let me stay up for a little bit," says jolyne. "please?"

jotaro scowls. "no. you need to go to bed now."

"but dad-"

"jolyne." jotaro looks at her sternly. "bedtime."

jolyne pouts but doesn't argue any further. she goes to her room and sits on the futon. she's not really tired yet, and she wonders what she's going to do tomorrow. she guesses she could go swimming or something. she thinks about all the fun she had today, and wonders if she'll get to go out and play tomorrow too.

she lies down on the futon and closes her eyes. she can hear the waves crashing against the shore outside, and the sound lulls her to sleep.

when she wakes up in the morning, josuke is sitting next to her. he's smiling and holding a plate with cookies on it.

"oh, hey josuke," says jolyne, sitting up. "good morning."

"morning," says josuke. "i made cookies for you." he hands her the plate. "my mom baked them."

jolyne takes a cookie and bites into it. it's chocolate chip and soft and delicious. "thanks."

"we're going to go to the beach later," josuke says. "do you want to come?"

"yeah!" jolyne says. "definitely!"

"cool," says josuke.

later that day, jolyne follows josuke to the beach. it's a sunny day, and there are a lot of people there. jotaro is standing by the shore with okuyasu and joseph, watching the ocean.

jolyne walks over to them and joins them by the shore. the water is very clear, and she can see the rocks on the bottom of the sea. there are shells scattered around on the sand too, and she picks one up and shows it to her father.

"this is cool," says jolyne. "see?" she puts the shell in his hand. "you can see all the things that are under the water."

jotaro looks at the shell, then at jolyne. "yeah," he says quietly. he puts the shell back down on the sand, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a seashell of his own. it's small, but it has a pink glow to it. jotaro turns it around in his hand, and jolyne notices that the light seems to be coming from inside the shell.

"what's that?" she asks.

"it's a gift," says jotaro. "my father gave it to me after one of his tours."

jolyne holds out her hand for him to give it to her. he looks at her for a second, then places the shell in her hand.

jolyne smiles and looks down at the shell. it's warm to the touch, and it smells like the sea. jotaro closes it inside of her hand and covers it with his own hand.

"i hope you like it," he says softly.

jolyne grins at him. "i love it! thanks dad!" she puts the shell in her pocket, then runs back towards josuke and okuyasu. she sees them building sandcastles, and decides to help them out.

jotaro watches them build their sandcastles with amusement. he knows they're just playing, but he also knows that jolyne will enjoy herself all the same. he sits down next to joseph on the beach and sighs.

“something wrong?" joseph asks him.

jotaro shakes his head. "no." he looks over at jolyne, who is laughing as she plays in the sand with josuke and okuyasu. "she seems happy."

joseph grins at him. "of course she is." he pats jotaro on the back. "she's spending time with her family."

jotaro doesn't say anything in response, but joseph can see the smile on his face.

a few weeks later, jotaro returns to america and jolyne goes back home to florida. she keeps the seashell he gave her as a souvenir. it's become her most prized possession, and she likes looking at it whenever she feels sad or lonely. it reminds her of her dad, and she thinks about him whenever she touches it.

[pocketramblr]

for the ask game: Aizawa/Shigaraki 44 "All I want is you"

P sure 44 is "study" but- wait oh hold on, you meant this other list. Yeah sure why not

Eraserhead stood in front of the building, capture scarf in hand. He lacked his other weapons, out of uniform, unprepared. A black tank top was expected enough, the bright pink sweats less so. But Tomura wasn't looking at them so much as the artificial foot peaking out from under it, at the shape of the leg covered in fabric.

"No running prosthetic? When you were the single reason Jakku and Japan didn't fall that day? Man, teachers must really be paid shit." Tomura looked back up at Eraserhead's face. "Or, you're just even less prepared than usual for me, huh."

Good.

Eraserhead pressed his lips together, but didn't speak. The scars on his face, under one eye and through another, shifted a bit with the movement, catching the light from the street lamps. And piercing all of that was the red from his eye, cutting off Shigaraki from his quirks.

Not that he needed them. Using too many tended to wake Sensei up, and now would be the worst time for that.

Maybe Eraserhead was trying to stall, to let the others in the building have time to get down to the bunkers below, or whatever the security system was. Tomura hadn't been completely listening to the mole when he'd gone over it.

"You didn't cut off your tongue too, did you?" Tomura knew Eraserhead had been few of words at USJ, but he was itching to hear something now. Something from outside his own head. "Will threatening someone in that building help you find it? Oh, what'd the kid say... some little girl?"

Not Hana. Some other name. Connection to the eraser bullets, right.

"You're not getting to her." Eraserhead said shortly, and let the scarf fly from his hands. Always so cool.

"I don't want her." Tomura lifted an arm and me the scarf wind around it, then gave it a tug of his own. Eraserhead braced, but wasn't moved. His eye looked real strained though, probably only had a few seconds left before he'd blink. "Or any of your other brats either, don't worry."

"Really." Eraserhead twisted a hand, and the scarf cut into Tomura's skin. "Because if you're looking for Mid-"

"Don't say his name." Tomura hissed, grabbing the scarf again and pulling, and this time caught the blink.

In a moment, Eraserhead was pulled forward by far more force, and Tomura caught up, took his face in hand.

In a moment, Erasure was back up, but Tomura didn't let go.

"Saying his name, or the power he has, wakes Sensei up." Tomura warned. "And neither of us want that, Eraserhead."

He traced a finger on the crescent scar curling under the red eye. The other fingers, some metal, tightened over his cheeks, chin, lips. The hero twisted more in his grip, but didn't get loose.

"Now, we both know you'd do your best to kill yourself before letting me go through you to your chargers. And I know that Erasure won't suit my plans now, no matter what Sensei wanted to use it so badly for."

Erasure wouldn't help keep the bastard shut up, and Tomura's eyes itched enough as it was.

"So what do you want?" Eraserhead finally asked, tired.

Tomura hummed, his hand moving to trace the other scarred eye, pull back the shifting, weightless dark hair. It felt alive under his touch.

Or maybe that was just him.

"Mm, you know, I'm not really sure what I want, past getting this bastard out of my head and killing everyone who put him there. But right now? I think all I want is you."

The hair went limp and lifeless, the eye faded back to it's dark color, wide now, confused. Strange, stupid that he was, but most things in life were and Tomura had accepted that fact.

After a few blinks, the erasing glow returned, but the rest of his eye was getting red too. Straining. He wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer.

Something itched in the back of Tomura's mind.

He couldn't, either.

"Not your quirk." Tomura repeated, rolling his own eyes. Heroes, honestly. Even the best of them didn't listen. "Toga would tell me to get your blood, but I don't want that either." Compress would suggest taking the leg as a joke to see if he'd do it, Spinner might say a lock of hair. Dabi would probably say a finger or something, creep.

No. Tomura didn't just want a part or a piece of Eraserhead.

But he couldn't take him now, keeping him somewhere close to Sensei when the old man woke up would be as good as Tomura throwing him away himself.

But maybe...

Tomura moved his hand again, flat fingers to cover Eraserhead's good eye, to press it shut. His other arm has to brace more, the other man's fight getting desperate against him now, trying to get away.

But his eyes shut. His hair dropped. Erasure turned off.

He was frozen against Tomura's lips, but his heartbeat was going wild.

Tomura smiled.

"See you later, Eraserhead."

Then he tugged on one of the quirks, the teleporting one, and vanished before Eraserhead could open his eyes again.

[the-firebird69]

Another news or send us come up with the movie title "Double Chin" and it is for martial arts film and the movie headline cover is going to have a silhouette of red with black background and a black screen but it's of one of the all right there's an Asian caricature and it's kind of the fatter face and it's round it's like a single line drawing and with the small beard and small mustache and the hair done up and that's what it looks like as a face but they're two fighters facing each other roughly about exactly the same size and it almost exactly the same shape and they form up the photo negative for the face and usually those particular characters have a small double chin it's like Gilene had so you're starting to get it, it's about these two for martial arts experts and their Chinese American and they're in the Chinese mob so to speak and they're fighting to keep family secrets and one of them is a woman and you can't tell it looks like a man and they're always sparring and stuff in the middle of the movie but it's a serious movie it's a serious action film and it's about to Chin a dynasty a little bit and that they have stuff and they're fighting over it and they're not letting anybody know that they're pretty kick ass and beefy, and it's about the stolen artifact but they're trying to also keep their family out of the public eye that's a finger pointing session and it can begin there. It also alludes to the fact that they're a little bit bigger and it's about Double dragon and the legend of it and we can work it in there and Uriel and goddess wife will assist and of course our chins and they are God and Goddess as well they do have kids with the same name, in China that went the wrong way this is true it's not a whole ton of them but they do have power and they know what the legend of the double dragon is it has to do with the east and west coast of the United States and that's what the whole movie is about and they're saying it which is great. Onto the other stuff. And we are working on a script and we are looking for actors and actresses and there's a bunch of you that do very well with this kind of stuff like House of flying daggers you like that film because it showed they have superpowers too and parts of kill Bill although they kind of get their ass kicked by Sarah there's no if that's believable and this is Sean Connery movie in Japan Jackie Chan is a lot of movies but the martial arts is a little bit light. And jet Li's movies are always intense but he carries the movie and this is a different clan but he can be idiot that would be great because it's a supporting actor and he's a high profile actor and he wants to be it's about Double dragon and their white dragons what's funny is The chins are her side and she's looking at his double chin all the time. Now she feels better

The image of the cover of the movie it's the symbol and the flyer is awesome it says double chin in those big black martial arts letters on the bottom and there's a whole face just like the Jim Morrison face but it's with red and black and two fighters facing each other in the face. This is an intense idea I kind of like it and want to get it going

Thor Freya segmented woman pretending their fighting it's an ugly thing

Olympus we approve this and it's going to start up shortly and way chan Lynn wants to be involved since I'm alive you a****** and with a chans you dummy. So he had to explain the family stuff again and it's going to be tough cuz there's a lot of those names over there in all different there's tons of them and he's laughing so wow this guy is a super genius so it says so this is fine well have you making the bamboost ver here . Yeah you said they were going really slow he said he should have got the slow workers sign out it's funny cuz all the Asians make fun of it hey look I was right and then people like Sandy Wong say well dummy thier using robots. Sandy Wong says boy does it sound like me I guess it's going to cost you a few bucks because you have to pay me for my likeness. She didn't say all that but she said you have to pay me. She wants to be in the film and he wants her in it and she can be like a historian talking about the family and talking about the dragons and the legend telling them to shut up it's a quiet down and sit down that's a big noises with their nose when she's reading.... Had a criticize them for a few minutes. Let's read professionally and stuff and then she will read professionally it's a great idea we're going to publish now Thor Freya

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If I Were A Man

Platonically Paired with Mirabel Madrigal and Female Reader. Inspired by If I Were a Man by Barlow and Bear!

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"You won't find a good suitor if you won't act like a lady!"

"You should be nothing more or less of being prim and proper!"

"Your beauty would be useless if you don't know how to work!"

"Y/n please! That's so unlady like! Stop that!"

The words and phrases you would hear in your daily basis, from your parents, grandparents and  people you don't even know! Can't a lady like you be just yourself? What kind of a question is that? Of course not! No one would like a free woman.

You're lucky enough to have a friend to talk about it, your beloved bestfriend Mirabel. Unlike you, she didn't have to be all prim and proper as her oldest sister had taken that responsibility away her, in which Mirabel was grateful for, especially from what's she's hearing from you and all your complaints.

The two of you were at the back of your house, by the fountain, gossiping and complaining. You let out your breath as you sat down beside Mirabel.

"I guess I have to be a lady

Smiling and waving

Constantly obeying" You waved your hand like a queen in a carriage touring around the kingdom while Mirabel laughed, joining you too.

"I guess you need a prince

To come and save you" Mirabel held both of your hands down on your lap.

"Even if I don't need saving!" You raised your hands in defense and twirled around to the bench on the side.

"I guess I must sit on a throne I don't own"  You flipped your hand and placed the back of your palm against your side forehead.

"Raising the babies we made all alone" You stood up and acted like you were carrying a child, and threw it a second later.

"I guess as a lady there's just some things I'll never know" You sang as your body folded, disappointed in that fact.

You regained your posture and ran around the trees, singing the things you could've been doing if you were a man.

"But if I were a man

I'd go to Japan

Maybe swim in the Seine

And learn to speak French

I'd have the whole world in the palm of my hand"

"You'd finally do what you could but you can't,

If you were a man" Mirabel frowned at the reality you're facing and the impossible dreams you wanted.

"Y/n, I must tell you something" Mirabel told you once she had met up with you.

"Tell me" You told her while walking to her destination.

"I've learned to know of a woman who's come to be with child" Mirabel shared her information.

"Is it a lady or a maid?" You asked.

"It's a maid"

"I didn't know any of your maids were married" You said, not remembering any married maids they have in the casa.

"She's not married" She informed you.

Your expression utterly turned into a shock and unbelievable one. "She's not married?! How does a woman come to be with child if she's not married?"

Mirabel shrugged. "Well, I don't know"

"Well you need to find out, so it doesn't happen to us!" You afraidly sang aloud.

"I guess I have to go to banquets

Banquets make me anxious

Acting rather shameless" You sang, hugging your knees to your chest in Mirabel's room.

"I guess I need a gown

Down past my ankles

Doing up my hair in tangles" You looked down at the length of your dress and twirled your hair up before bringing it down and slouching.

"I guess you have to sit still and look pretty" Mirabel pushed your back, straightening it and patted your chin to straightened it too.

"Dance 'til I'm proper dizzy" You sang, turning to Mirabel with a tired look.

"Throw away the life that you've been missing" Mirabel sang as you laid back on the matress you were sitting on.

"But if I were a man

I'd summer in Canne" You busted casitas door open and danced freely on the hill.

"Maybe play in the sand

And wear my own pants" You flapped your skirt and imagined if you were wearing a pants.

"I'd have the whole world in the palm of my hand

I'd finally fly far away from the nest" You sang, running down the hill and halted when you reached the platform. "If I were a man"

"There'll be no ladies and lords

Just the world to explore" You shoved away the people away from your way, instead of struggling to walk pass them since you're a lady.

"And I don't care if it's all blood and gore

No extravagant balls or gentlemen calls

And I don't give a rat if he's handsome and tall"

You held on the lamp post, spinning around it.

"I don't want to settle and squawk"

You gripped tightly on the lamp post with your shoulders raised up. "I'll never leave unless for a delicate walk"

"Oh-oh-oh-oh

What if I, what if I want to fly?" You spun around the post one last time before running with your arms raised on your sides

"'Cause if I were a man

I'd go to Butan

Maybe play in the sand

And learn to speak French

I'd have the whole world in the palm of my hand

I'd finally do what I could but I can't

If I were a man

If I were a man

I'd have the whole world in the palm of my hand

I'd finally do what I could but I can't

If I were a man"

You ended the song, sitting down at the fountain in the middle of the plaza, feeling unwell with the reality you're living in.

"Um, well, I do have some cold treats...would that make you feel better?" Mirabel offered her treat as she looked at you weirdly, not really sure if her gesture would atleast uplift your feelings.

"Yeah, that would help" You grinned, taking the treat from her and offered the seat beside you.

"Well I want to be lady, being a man suck" Camilo told Carlos who watched your musical with him.

"Then switch life with her, easy peasy" Carlos gave his hermano a solution, eating his own cold  treat that he shared with you and Mirabel.

'Well atleast a cold treat could lift her up' Carlos thought before spinning his sandals to head back to their casa.

This is my fastest creation of fic and I LOVE ITTTTT AHHHHHH! OMG I hope y'all love this as much as I did! My love for Encanto, The Unofficial Bridgerton Musical, cold treats and Eloise and Carlos are so happy right now!!! Thank you for reading this and do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this!!! Again, thank you for reading and have a beautiful week!!! Xx

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Three [Pt. 1]

Part Eighty-Three [Pt. 2]

A/N: There's 2 parts to this chapter because the post was way long. Part Eighty-Four will be posted tomorrow night. I love yall and hope you enjoy, goodnight!!

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"The ambulance is on the way." I hear someone say over the noise of the running water and the blood throbbing in my ears from my mind racing. 

My heart feels like it's about to burst, my lungs feel flat, like they don't have the muscle to expand and let me catch my breath. 

Duff's t-shirt that I'm wearing is soaked with freezing cold water, Nikki's grayish-yellow skin now blue… 

We've been trying to get him to wake up. 

Slash is passed out, being knocked out by his girlfriend, Sally, once he realized what was happening and had a drunk meltdown. 

Me, Sally, Duff and Steven get Nikki from the cold shower and get him back in the living room floor, tearing at his shirt and the buttons fly off. 

"Holy shit." Steven says just under his breath as I go to start cpr but I'm stopping when my hands hit something like ice.

I quickly see what it is and I nearly fall back. 

It's my crucifix that I thought I had lost when I left it in Duff's hotel room a couple months ago…

TWELVE HOURS AGO

"Nikki's getting home later than the rest of the guys." Karen informs me as I finish wiping down the kitchen counter. 

"Why?" I ask and she sighs. 

"He told me he missed the flight." 

"Of course he did." I mumble and she sighs. 

"Well, after that stunt he pulled, I'm surprised he's even getting to come home." She states and I furrow my brows. 

"What stunt?"

"Doc didn't tell you?" 

"No?"

"...Nikki and the guys were on a bullet train and something riled Nikki up and he threw a bottle of Jack at a window and it busted and got all over the passengers, then when they got stopped and the cops got ahold of him, Tommy punched one of them so they'd take him, too." She explains. 

Am I surprised, no. Shocked, no. Disappointed, no. Annoyed? Yes. 

"They are so freaking embarrassing." I sneer to myself.

"Oh, the worst part is what he told the police chief, in Doc's words, 'if my balls were on your chin, where would my dick be?'" 

I widen my eyes, blinking slowly. 

"He said the man couldn't understand exactly what he said so the translator told him Nikki said he was very sorry and they got off." She adds.

"Of course they did." 

She just looks at me for a moment before letting out a soft breath. 

"Vivian, do you think...even the slightest chance you two can--"

"--If there was a chance, I would've gone to Japan with them." I tell her.

She's quiet. 

"I need to feed the dog." I say to her, dismissively, and as if on cue, Whisky is darting in here. "Hey, baby!" I pipe, excitedly, still feeling Karen's gaze on me before she steps out of the kitchen. "Mommy's trying not to kill Daddy." I tell him, pouring his food in his bowl. "She's really trying."

A couple hours later, I'm putting makeup on to go meet Duff when the phone starts ringing. 

"Hello?" I answer it in the bedroom, sitting on the bed. 

"Hey, beautiful, it's Robbin." I hear from the other side and I roll my eyes, chuckling. 

"Hey, beautiful, what's up?" I reply in the same tone. 

"Nothin'." He replies. "I was wondering if your daddy was home, yet?" He asks in reference to Nikki and I scoff. 

"My father is at home with my mother, probably praying or reading the Bible or secretly listening to The Cult records in the garage." I reply. 

"You know who I'm talking about, c'mon." He laughs. 

"No, Robbin, your boyfriend isn't home yet." I tell him. 

"Do you know when he will be?"

"Not too long from now, probably."

"Well, when he gets in, tell him to gimme a call." 

"I might not be here but I'll leave a note." 

"Where you going?" He asks. 

"Out."

"With who?" 

"Robbin."

"Why don't you ever come see me anymore? I haven't hung out with you in months." 

"Because I don't party and that's all you like to do at night." 

"Well, bring your ass with Sixx when he comes tonight."

"Robbin--"

"--Please, for me?" 

"I'll think about it, alright?" 

"Okay, just don't forget to get him to call me." He reminds me and I nod.

"I will."

"See you later...maybe." 

"Later."

We hang up and I groan and fall back on the bed, looking at myself in the mirrored ceiling, before calling Duff to postpone our plans by a couple hours so I can go hangout with Nikki and Robbin.

Once I'm dressed, I fall back on the bed, waiting for Nikki to get in…

I turn over on my stomach and reach for the little radio clock on his side of the bed, my finger pulling the switch on. 

Dopey Christmas music filters through the room and I turn it back off, sighing. 

Whisky jumps up on the bed with me and I sit up so he doesn't lick my makeup off, giggling at his happy-go-lucky demeanor, but something's off in his eyes. 

"He'll be back tonight, baby." I promise, scratching at his chin. "I miss him, too, you know? I know that's hard to believe but I do." I admit to him and he blinks at me. "And if you tell anybody, I won't give you table scraps anymore." I add, the corners of my mouth tugging. 

I kiss his head, leaving a smudge of lipstick and I wince, forgetting I even had the stuff on. 

"Oops." I go to the bathroom and get a wet washcloth, srubbing it off his fur as best as a I can. 

That's when I hear the door open and slam, and I exhale, standing up, tossing the cloth aside and peeking my head out of the bedroom door to see if it's Karen or Nikki. 

"Hey," I say to him and he looks at me. 

He looks like absolute hell. 

"You can stop looking at me like that." He mumbles and I try to speak but can't find the words. 

"Sorry." I finally get it out and he goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. 

I hear the shower start and I thank God because he smells horrendous. 

I light a few scented candles while he's in there, trying to clear out the smell. 

Then I try to search his suitcase for drugs, to no avail. 

"I threw them out before I got to the airport." He says and I freeze up, sighing when he reaches past me and grabs the suitcase, tugging it to the floor before grabbing at my waist, making me turn around to face him. 

I just try to keep my expression neutral, not knowing if he's in a mood or not. 

"You smell better." I tell him to avoid an awkward silence as we're uncomfortably close. 

"Yeah, so do you." He replies and I roll my eyes, about to move out of his grasp. "Wait, wait, no, no, c'mere." He grabs at me tighter, holding me still, chuckling boyishly and I give a sharp breath. 

"You're high," I state, trying to nudge him away from me to give me some space. 

"Hey, I'm being nice." His expression shifts, eyes cutting at me, mouth snarling. 

"Nikki--"

"--No, when I'm pissed you get bitchy and when I'm in a good mood you get bitchy. You're just a fucking bitch. Always have been. Always will be." He snatches himself away, kicking the suitcase out of his way. 

"I'd rather be a bitch than a junkie." I reply as he goes to the bathroom and he's turning around in milliseconds. 

"Fuck you!" He shouts, grabbing my jaw, forcing my back down to the mattress, "fuck you, you condescending, manipulative, evil little witch!" He barks in my face and I keep myself as calm as I can, not wanting to make it worse. 

I shouldn't have even called him a junkie to begin with. 

I knew how he'd react. 

"Don't you ever call me that again, Vivian, do you fucking understand me?! I'm tired of it! I'm tired of your shit and your endless whining when I started shooting up because of you in the first fucking place and I keep shooting up just to escape from the reality that I'm fucking married to a twisted, sick, sneaky cunt like you!" 

My eyes water, a lump in my throat…

"Then divorce me." I let out weakly, my voice cracking. "If I'm so awful then just leave me, Nikki." 

He looks at me, tears in his own eyes, before he gets off of me and goes to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

NIKKI

I thought couldn't do that. Even when I was miserable with her, I was in love with her. That's contradictory to how I acted and treated her but it wasn't necessarily an endless doting, constant lovey-dovey, in love, thing. It was a poisonous, constant merry-go-round and anytime I would try to get off she'd pull me on again without even realizing it. She'd wear a hot dress, or laugh, or smile, or do something for me, or just say 'Nikki', and fuck, I'd be on her again. The Duff thing wasn't even on my mind that night. I got home, saw she was there, went inside and saw her and it took everything in me not to fall to my fucking knees...only for her to call me a junkie. I shouldn't have grabbed her like that, but at that point I was tired of the going around and around, spinning, dizzy, exhausted from puking...she wouldn't leave me. So I was trying to scare her off. 

I realized after my overdose that there was no scaring her off. She was as sick as I was, she needed help like I did, and until we got it we would still be on the ride. That's when I filed for divorce. I thought of it as my final, "I love you," because I really did it for her, knowing she wouldn't file after I OD'd. We were torturing ourselves at that point. We both needed to just get away from one another. And we did.

"You coming or not, Vivian, c'mon!" I call into the house when the car gets here, rolling my eyes as she takes her sweet, precious time, deliberately, staring me in the eye as she slowly steps to the door, her brow raised, red lips keeping restraint from curling at the sight of me. 

When she walks past, I'm tempted to rear back and hit her ass as hard as my hand can muster, just to see her look at me with her unamused, pissy little look she gives me when I'm being an asshole. 

We get in the back of the limo and she sits as far away from me as possible. 

It's silent on the way to town, the light flittering, through the windows in the back cast light over her face every now and then...we'd be in the floor tearing at clothes by now if this was three years ago. 

Fuck.

How the hell did we go from not getting enough of each other to fucking despising each other? 

Again, like I've been doing all year, I remind myself it's because I fucked up with Vanity.

I hope she doesn't tell Vivian I called her in Japan...It's  like I really miss her or anything, I was just lonely and Vivian wasn't taking my calls. 

She was under Duff, the demon in my ear laughs out and I look at Vivian again, seeing her quickly look away from me as if she'd get caught for staring. 

I wonder what she's thinking about right now...I wonder if she really has been with Duff this whole I haven't been home. 

Not that I have room to bitch, I spent my whole time in Japan with my head in drugs--which might as well be a fucking mistress. 

I give her one last glance before clearing my throat and leaning my head back to rest my eyes for a moment. 

Soon, we stop, and the door flings open, Robbin, Slash, some chick, and Steven all pile in, Vivian scooting over so there's more room for everyone to sit. 

I go to the other window, letting Slash and the girl I'm assuming is with him get beside me. 

Vivian's between Robbin and Steven, and it's evident they've been having some fun before meeting us. 

"Sixx!" Robbin lets out, kicking the seat I'm in.

"King!" I reply, kicking his seat, and he chuckles. 

"How was Japan?" He asks, rubbing his nose. 

"I barely remember." I admit with a laugh and he joins me, nodding. 

"Nikki, this is Sally." Slash tells me next and I lean over him to see her. 

She's pretty hot. 

"Nice to meet you." She tells me.

She's Scottish...interesting. 

I hear Vivian giggle and I peek out the corner of my eye and see Robbin whispering something in her ear, and she elbows him, jokingly. 

"You are, just saying." He says to her and she rolls her eyes. "Just get more and more beautiful the longer I go without seeing you." He adds. 

"Shut up." She nudges him. 

"You are." He chuckles. 

"Sleepy is what I am." She states as Steven tells me something, and I try to hear him, but I'm too focused on what Robbin's going on about. 

"Here," he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a baggie of coke, grabbing his keys and getting some on the tip of it, holding it up to her nose. 

She wrinkles her nose and shoos him away. 

"No, no, no." She shakes her head. 

"C'mon."

"No." She keeps her voice light but stern and he lowers it and looks at her with a smirk on his lips. 

Next thing I know, she's laughing out, "Robbin, stop," while King's dumping the dab of coke on the smooth skin of her tit that's pushed up slightly in her strapless dress. 

She squeals and laughs as he snorts it off, I guess because the scratch of his five o'clock shadow tickles or she just gets off on making me mad, then he starts quickly trailing little kisses up her cheek to her ear and she tries to put her ear to her shoulder, laughing more when his other hand tickles at her stomach…he's nearly got her laid out on the seat. 

My foot makes contact with his stomach and I'm nearly barking when I say, "sit your ass down, Robbin," sharply, making it clear I'm not bullshitting him.

"I was just playing, Sixx, damn." He sniffles, wiping his nose.  

"You don't 'play' like that." I throw at him. 

An intense silence falls over all of us and Vivian just brushes what's left of the coke off of her chest and straightens her dress before giving him a soft, reassuring smile. 

Great. Is she fucking him, too? 

When we get to the Cathouse, Vivian stays close to Steven and eventually Sally when the two of them warm up to each other. 

We make it up to V.I.P. and Viv makes a point to try to avoid sitting beside me. 

But I wait for her to sit and I'm sitting right beside her with a smug smirk while she glares at me. 

"What's wrong, baby?" I lean into her ear and ask over the loud music and she just shakes her head. 

I pat myself on the back when she eventually gets up, mumbling about the bathroom, and leaves us. 

After a few (several) lines of blow, I head to the bathroom to piss, deciding to stop by the women's restroom to see what the hell Vivian's doing. 

She probably snuck out of the window. 

I hear the very faint but distinct sound of Vivian crying, guilt stabbing at me. 

I think I took it too far earlier when I called her those shitty things. 

I just go to the men's bathroom and splash my face with water, the buzzing of coke beginning to numb my mind, thoughts of my imploding marriage, band, and life, being locked up and discarded into a black sea of, "it can wait." 

One thing is retrieved, though, thrown a life line and brought back from the depths. 

I look at myself in the mirror, staring myself down as if saying, "don't you fucking do it." 

Once the high kicks in, I can just feel Sikki scrape me from control, locking me away momentarily. 

Next thing I know, I'm standing in the women's bathroom, Vivian still sniffling in the stall...I don't think she knows I'm in here. 

"I got you this far, you fuck." The demon snarls in my ear.

I swallow and clear my throat, making Vivian go silent. 

"Viv, what the fuck's wrong, now?" I ask and she sighs, staying quiet. 

"Nothing, Nikki." She says and I scoff, rubbing my jaw. 

"It's clearly not 'nothing' because I heard you blubbering the past ten minutes." I point out and she opens the stall, door, looking me dead in the eye before pushing past me. 

"A lot on my mind, alright?" She mumbles, going to the sink and I lean against the stall, crossing my arms. 

"Like what?" 

"I don't wanna talk about it, Nikki." She tells me, trying to wipe the smeared mascara away. 

"Well, I can't read your mind, Vivian, so if you're upset with me about something th--"

Her head hangs low, a small sob coming from her throat, tears dropping into the sink, her hands white-knuckling the side of the porcelain…

"I'm upset with you about everything." She admits to me, sorrow lacing her words. 

I haven't seen her like this since Vanity aired our dirty laundry out. 

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you act like--" she cuts herself off, and I realize she's referring to me telling her I loved her while I was in Japan. 

"Where were you, Vivian?" I ask her out of nowhere, getting defensive. 

"Where was I?" She turns to look at me, wiping her tears, rolling her jaw. "Where were you?" She snaps at me. "Where have you been the last four years?" She asks me. 

"I'm not doing this shit here." I grumble, turning to go. 

"You asked me what was wrong, Nikki, and I'm telling you what's wrong because you asked--"

"--I also asked where you've been while I've been out of town, Vivian!" I turn on my heel, snarling. 

"I've been at home, Nikki!" She yells back. "I've been here, and I've been here for six years! Thinking you'd be right here with me but you're not! That's what's wrong! I've wasted six years of my life on someone who--" 

"--You wasted six years of your life?!" I laugh out humorlessly. "How the fuck do you think I feel? How many things I've missed out on because, 'oh, nah, my wife wouldn't like that'?!" I scream. 

"Must not have been too bad because you sure as hell weren't passing up the opportunity to have a year and half long affair with Vanity!" She wretches and it takes everything in me not to tell her I know about her little thing she has going with Duff. 

"Ya know what, I felt bad for calling you an evil bitch and a cunt earlier but fuck it, you are." I reach for the door and I feel something hit at my back, her heel hitting the floor by my boots. 

I turn at glare at her, her emerald eyes lined black, thick lashes blinking slowly, lips parted slightly as she takes in a heavy breath.

I take a step to her, then another and she steps back to the sink. 

When our lips meet, I'm putting her on the sink, wasting no time to get her dress pushed up her legs. 

"Wait, wait, wait," she gasps out, nudging me away while I unbuckle my belt. 

I catch my breath as she gets off the sink and turns around, looking at me in the mirror. 

I just lift her dress and bend her over, pulling her panties to the side before--

"God, you are so high." She grumbles, pulling me from my imagination, picking her heel up and shoving past me.

Damn her. 

I follow after her back to the guys, and within another hour, once she realizes she's just going to be babysitting us--since she's not fun enough to participate in the coke, pills, and booze--she stands up.

"I'm about to head home." She tells us, and the boys groan. 

"Oh, c'mon, Viv!" Steven complains as she leans down to hug him and tell him bye. 

"I'm tired, Stevie." She states, chuckling, wrapping her arms around Slash's neck from behind him, and he pats her hand. 

"See ya," he tells her. 

"Bye." She says. "It was nice to meet you." She says to Sally, next. 

"You, too." Sally replies. 

"C'mere, c'mere, c'mere!" Robbin calls over the music and she raises a brow and stand behind him, leaning over to see what he wants. 

He just grabs her hand and puts it over his heart. 

"You feel that?" He asks her. 

"Yeah, it feels like you're about to go into cardiac arrest." She comments. 

"It's because of you." He dopily replies and she rolls her eyes and pushes at his chest, shaking her head. 

"You're a mess." She tells him and he kisses the top of her hand. 

"Goodnight, Viv, it was good to see you again." He tells her. 

"It was good to see you, too." She replies, smiling, before pulling away. "Bye, Nikki." She says to me in passing. 

"Fuck you, too!" I call after her as she heads to the stairs. 

The next time I'd see her, she'd be trying to help Sally, Duff, and Steven resuscitate me, and eventually trying to throw herself from the balcony in an attempt to not be left behind while I moved on to where ever the hell we go when we die, begging me not to leave her. I didn't, thanks to adrenaline...but even if I did die, if I had anything to do with it, I still wouldn't have left her.

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Song ~ Wedding Dress by Levi Hummon

Warning - Swearing maybe? I can’t remember ＼(≧▽≦)／

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Part 1 <you are here>| Part 2 | Part 3

Posted 09/07/20

July 16th, 2018. That was the day that Toru Oikawa stood proudly next to his best friend Hajime Iwaizumi as his best man. 

"What if she's changed her mind and ran away? That she thinks marrying me is a huge mistake." Oikawa rolled his eyes at his best friend, in all the years he had known him he has never seen his best friend this anxious, not even in a volleyball game against a powerhouse school back in high school if anything, it was Iwa trying to calm Oikawa. The poor lad was all jittery. 

"I wouldn't worry so much, you know Y/n is there with Emiko, and we both know how much she loves you. Y/n will get her here on time, and the second you see her in that stunning white dress, you will cry." Oikawa stepped forward, smoothing out the white shirt before straightening out his mint blue tie and peach coloured rose corsage. 

"Remember if it weren't for you and Emiko, I would not have met Y/n and fallen for her. Y/n will not let anything happen to Emiko; no a hair will be out of a place or an eyelash on her cheek, we owe the pair of you too much for matching us up so your wedding today will be flawless." Oikawa gave his confident smile and patted his best friend on his shoulder, Iwaizumi slipped his hand in his mint blue slacks as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. 

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Oikawa spotted that it was only a couple of minutes to one, the ceremony would begin shortly. He spotted the text on his screen from Y/n - on our way see you soon (♡ω♡)

He smiled at the message before; sending back his own kaomoji o(>ω<)o, the pair were obsessed with sending kaomojis back and forth.

Locking his screen again before smiling at the photo, it was one of his favourites taking by Emiko herself. It was taken back last year when the four of them went to the beach to celebrate their engagement. Oikawa was giving Y/n a piggyback, his hands under her thighs, they were both in their swimwear, soak from swimming in the sea. Y/n had one arm wrapped around his shoulder with the other outstretched in from of them as she threw up the peace sign. Her h/c thrown up in a messy beach swept ponytail, her chin resting on his shoulder with a broad playful closed-eyed smile spread across her lips, Oikawa could see his matching grin spread across his face as his head was leant against hers. 

He loved that photo. She was showing off her natural beauty. No makeup or hair done up just right, with the tiny scar above her right eyebrow, he couldn't see it in the photo, but he knew it was there, he knew it was from a childhood accident of that one time she fell out of a tree when she was playing with her brothers. He knew all the scars, and where they were, his fingers had traced them all, knowing all the different childhood stories behind, ranging from messing around with her brothers to the one of her breaking her arm and the bone sticking out when she fell rock climbing. 

"Oi Shittykawa." Iwaizumi hissed bring the love-struck boy out of his memories and back into the church. "She's seriously got you wrapped that tightly around her fingers, huh." He stated as he hit the old Seijoh captain around the back of the head. 

"Ow! Iwa-chan that hurts!" Oikawa grumbled as he slipped his phone back into the pocket of his mint blue slacks, before rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, but he was glad that Iwaizumi wasn't quite as nervous as before, "You're being vulgar again." 

From behind him, he could hear Matsukawa and Hanamaki stifling there laughs at the pair, he sent a glare over his shoulder to the two groomsmen, who were wearing white shirts with peach coloured slacks with matching ties and corsages. 

Before either of them could comment, the music began to play, the guest stood. All turned towards the door, Oikawa could not help but smile as he watched Takeru walk down the aisle as the ring bearer in his outfit matching the two groomsmen. Next to him was (niece's name) dressed in a tea-length peach coloured ball gown dress. It was so cute to watch them walk along together, (niece's name) throwing little flower petals as she walked, Takeru proudly carrying the wooden box with the glass window in the lid showing the rings sat on the velvet mint coloured pillow. Next, to walk along was Emiko other two bridesmaids, wearing peach coloured a-line asymmetrical chiffon dresses with a sweetheart's neck. Their hair was curled, and a half was styled back, each holding a small bouquet of peach roses in their hands. Oikawa knew who was next, it was his beloved, he knew she would be wearing mint blue to match him, but he had no clue what dress she would be wearing. 

Emiko and Iwaizumi, well mostly Emiko, had decided they wanted a peach and mint summer wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids would be in peach while the maid of honour and the best man along with the bride and groom would be in mint. Well, Emiko would be in white, but she would have accents of mint to her hair and in her bouquet.

When Y/n stepped through the door, Oikawa could do nothing but stare. She looked stunning in her floor-length a-line dress. He loved the sweetheart neckline and the way the sleeves were off the shoulder. He loved the way the chiffon fell and made it look like she was gliding along the floor, the peach coloured roses of her bouquet stood out against the mint blue of her dress. Her hair was tied back into an intricate bun, and she donned a light layer of makeup that brought out her sparkling crystal-like e/c eyes.

Their eyes locked with one another's and she gave him a gentle smile, she took her place on the bride's side of the aisle, giving him a wink before Y/n looked down the aisle with a proud look. Oikawa's eye's flickered to the doorway where Emiko was stood in her pure white lace ballgown dress, with a v-neck neckline. Her hair was in an even more intricate way with braids and curls going into a bun, with mint blue gems weaved into her hair before they flickered to Iwaizumi. Oikawa could see the tears welling Iwaizumi's eyes as he saw the love of his life stood there with her father ready to walk down and to give her to him for the rest of lives together. 

The ceremony was beautiful. Oikawa's eyes would continuously flicker to where Y/n was stood and back to the bride wonder what she would look like in a wedding dress. He wanted to see that; he knew he was going to marry her one day. Still, the pair had agreed to take it slow, they didn't want to rush a thing, and with Oikawa being a professional Volleyball player for Argentina it was hard enough for him to have this time off for the wedding. 

The wedding breakfast was great, filled with great food, booze and of course the speeches, Oikawa teasing the newlyweds but also congratulating and thanking them both for setting him up with Y/n. 

He would quite often see Y/n tear up at the speeches and when Iwaizumi and Emiko did there thank you speech and handed out the presents to their parents and the wedding party. Emiko was especially thankful for Y/n, "Honestly Y/n if it wasn't for you I think this wedding would have been a disaster, you kept me grounded through all of this, if I were having a meltdown you would be on a flight from Argentina to me that night, I don't know how many times you did that-"

"She did it thirteen times we had a travel case sat by the front door of our flat ready~" Oikawa interjected with a smirk winking at Niko.

"Don't worry I spent his money on the flights~" Y/n smiled as she leaned into Oikawa's side planting a kiss on his cheek as he fake gasped at the fact she stated. The room laughed at the couple. 

"Toru you a professional volleyball player, get over it! Anyway, if it weren't for you Y/n I would have probably thrown in the towel and cancelled everything on many of occasion, so I must also thank you Toru for letting your girlfriend come and help me at the drop of a hat and fly back here to Japan. Honestly, if it weren't for you two, this wedding wouldn't have been a disaster." Emiko grinned, raising her champagne glass "To Y/n and Toru!" 

"To Y/n and Toru!" The room chorused after her, the toasted pair stood there with there arms wrapped around each other, and there own champagne glasses in hand, Y/n rested her head against his chest as Oikawa planted a kiss on the top of her head as he whispered: "I love you, baby girl."

The first dance was beautiful, just Iwaizumi and Emiko slow dancing across the dance floor to I'll Be by Edwin McCain now and again Iwaizumi would twirl her around. They were whispering to each other. Both grinning, ever now and again kissing, either on the cheek or lips or in Iwaizumi's case her forehead too. Once again, Y/n was cuddled into Oikawa's side, holding her newly filled champagne glass to her chest as she smiled the tears welling up again.

Oikawa was happily chatting away to his old Seijoh teammates. He wasn't sure where Y/n was she said something about catching up with her old high school friends. His ears pricked up at the sound of the music, Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison was playing. Knowing how much Y/n loved this song from the movie Pretty Women, his eye's drifted to the dance floor, where he instantly found the bridal party and their high school friends dancing together singing along. Y/n and Emiko were doing some kind of ballroom dancing, their hands linked together spinning around and laughing, he loved this side of her, she was just having fun and letting loose not caring what people thought of her and her dancing. The next song to come one was Love is Strange by Mickley and Sylvia. Oikawa sighed he knew the DJ was playing the song from Dirty Dancing and he knew them all seeing as Y/n loved that movie as well. Their eyes lock at a certain point, and they both smirked.

'Sylvia~' Oikawa lip-synced to the song. 

'Yes, Mickey?' Y/n hip swayed to the song as she slowly, swaying her hips as she moved closer to him.

'How ya call your loverboy?' He was leaning against the pillar, knowing that his old teammates and her friends were watching

'Come here, loverboy!' using her head to signal from him to come to her. 

'And if he doesn't answer?' He smirked grew 

'Oh, lover boy?' giving him big doe eyes, her hands linked behind her back trying to look innocent, still quite a bit away from him

'And if he still doesn't answer?' He pushed himself off the pillar

'I smiply say, baaaaby' She couldn't help but giggle at him when he did the air guitar to the song.

'Ooooohhhh, baaaaabbyyy' Now stood toe to toe both laughing at Oikawa as he continued to do the air guitar. 

'My sweet baabbyy, you're the one' Planting a kiss on his lips before returning to the girls on the dance floor. 

"Damn you are whipped, aren't ya!" Yahaba laughed patting his shoulder, he just shrugged, he knew he was and he did not care, he loved her wholeheartedly. He continued to watch her on the dance floor once again thinking back to how he wanted to see her in a wedding dress, maybe it was the champagne going to his head, but he wonders if he just went up to her right now and went down on one knee, would she say yes? 

Y/n continued to dance with Emiko before they disappeared out the door so Emiko could change into her evening dress, something a little lighter and more comfortable to wear. 

Later into the evening, Oikawa's eyes locked onto Iwaizumi walking up to the DJ, he didn't miss the smirk that Iwaizumi sent his way. Not long after Iwaizuki walked away, a song began to play that Oikawa instantly recognised. It was his and Y/n song, I Was Made For Loving you by Tori Kelly began to play, he's eyes darted around the room looking for his beloved, he felt a hand on his arm. He grinned, taking her hand in his placing a kiss on her knuckles. 

"Come dance with me," She asked, placing his drink down on the table next to them. He smiled as and followed after her to the dance floor, her left arm wrapped around his right shoulder, and his left arm was gently wrapped around her waist and their free hands conjoined, Oikawa held them to his chest, her head placed gently against his chest as well. They both had gentle smiles on their face as they slow danced on the floor. They didn't see the looks on Emiko, and Iwaizumi faces as they watched the pair, it was just them on the dance floor. 

"We did a good match with those two." Emiko smiled her head resting on Iwaizumi's shoulder. 

"That we did, I think when you throw the bouquet, aim it at Y/n." Iwaizumi commented.

"I already had that planned." The newly wedded couple smirked at each other. 

It was nearly midnight when the after-party started to wrap up, the couple were heading off on their honeymoon, but first, it was time to throw the bouquet. As Emiko said she was going to aim for her best friend, she wanted to see her married to Oikawa; she wanted their children to grow up together and be best friends, even if they would be in different countries. 

Turning her back to the group of girls, Emiko looked over her shoulder, winking at Y/n before she threw the bouquet over her head.

Oikawa was praying that she would catch it, he wanted to propose to her all night, he already planned to buy a ring when they get back to Argentina.

The peach coloured rose flew through the air and landed perfectly into Y/n outstretched hands. Y/n eyes met Oikawa's as he gave her a look that said well we're going to have to now, the blush flushed Y/n cheeks, as she made her way back towards him, cradling the bouquet in her arms.

Iwaizumi and Emiko smirked to one another, knowing they had worked there magic once again, they knew it wouldn't be long till Oikawa would propose now, knowing he wanted to all day anyway, they could tell by the way he looked at her. 

"I'll gladly be your matron of honour," Emiko said nudging Y/n arm as they joined the blushing couple. 

"Give me a shout when you need a best man." Iwaizumi lightly punched Oikawa shoulder as he smirked. "I've already got bits of the speech planned." Catching the scared look that crossed Oikawa's cause the other three to laugh.

"So, if I asked you, would you say yes?" Oikawa asked as his arms snaked around her waist once again. 

After that, there were lots of goodbyes, and even more congratulations as Emiko and Iwaizumi left on their Italian road trip honeymoon. 

"Blue topaz~" Was all Y/n said as he placed a butterfly kiss against his cheek, waving after the car as it drove away.

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'LUST' Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Nekomimi, Metamorphoses, Adopted Sibling, !ncest, Mentions of Rape, Yandere Themes, Drugged

Today was the day that Oikawa Tōru comes back to Japan. He won't be staying for long, but at least [F/N] will be able to see her Older Brother once again.

"You look excited to see Tōru again" Her Mother exclaimed, chuckling softly.

"Well of course I am! I get to see Tōru nii again.." [F/N] had a smiled plastered on her face, as she waited for the Front Door to open.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Oikawa finally emerged from the door. He looked more mature now than he was back then. Without Hesitation, [F/N] jumped off the couch and ran straight into his open arms. It caused the setter to laugh from her sudden outburst of affection.

"Woah there [F/N]-Chan, did you miss me that much?" He teased, pinching her cheek slightly. Though she didn't care at all, all she wanted was to hug her dearest Brother that she missed so much.

"Alright, alright. [F/N] enough, let your Brother rest for a bit. I bet he's tired from the Flight" Their Mother chimed in with her hands on either side of her hips.

She pouted and eventually let go of Tōru with a soft 'hmph..' "Don't worry [F/N]~Chan! We'll be able to catch up after I settle in, mkay?" Tōru suggested with a head tilt, causing the younger girl to brighten up.

It may have been rude of him to stare at how her Booty Shorts would raise a little too high. Or how her shirt would squeeze tightly around her upper body. It's like she's tempting him to ruin her, to claim her. Even the thought of finally making his precious Little Sister his, had his tail straighten up from behind him.

Had she always looked this tempting? Had her ass always looked so plump and juicy? Whatever the case, he still couldn't fight back the urge to somewhat claim her as his own.

A few days passed by with Oikawa continuously bothering and hanging out with [F/N]. His personality didn't change much, but she could tell that he was a lot more serious.

Currently, she was in Class. Sitting along side her Best Friend Rinsuke and Sosuke. It was normal for them to Hang out before School ended. "Yo [F/N], I heard your Brother Finally came back from Argentina. How's that going for you?"

"Honestly, it's been great! I was able to catch up with him during the span of like- 4 days"

"4 days and you've already talked about everything? Sheesh, I'm not even surprised" Sosuke butted in, slurping his Milk quietly.

"Ya can't blame her for that though. They're pretty inseparable at this point." His twin added with a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Yer sure ya ain't got anything yer hiding from us Cupcake?"

"What.. Do you mean?" [F/N] asked with a curious tone.

"Ya know how he's one of those Nekomimi people?" She nodded. "Well for starters, ain't those kitties sniff shit that they own or somethin' like that?"

"And I'm also pretty sure that their kind not only possess the appearance of a cat, but their nature, and DNA too. Meaning they could sometimes act out by instincts alone." Sosuke finished Rinsuke's sentence, causing the other Twin to grumble by the sudden interruption.

"I was gonna say that Rin! Ya don't hafta butt in atta nowhere" Rinsuke continued to pout as his arms crosses over his chest.

"Whatever. But seriously [F/N], you've gotta watch out when you're with that Brother of yours."

"Pshh, what's he gonna do? Think I'm his mate? Sosuke, Rinsuke. He's my Brother, I doubt he'd even try to do anything but sniff me"

"Yer Adopted Brother" Rinsuke corrected, causing Sosuke to nod.

"Oh come on! Tōru nii isn't like that, I promise you" They both looked at each other and sighed.

"If you say so."

And just like that, School came to an end with a single bell. The Three walked out of their class together, waving goodbye to each and everyone of their Friends.

A few loud screams were heard from afar as they got closer to the exit if the School. They exchanged curious looks with each other before following the source of the noise.

"Oh my God! Oikawa-kun's here?! In Japan?!" One of the girls screamed out of excitement as she ran passed Rinsuke, Sosuke, and [F/N].

It startled [F/N], Oikawa had never picked her up from School before. (Due to his crazy schedule that was always packed with Volleyball.)

"[F/N]-Chan! There you are, I was worried that you might have gotten lo-" And there it was, the brief pause of his sentence as soon as he realized that she wasn't standing alone. Slowly, he pushed through his fans with a somewhat apologetic smile. His eyes narrowed, ear twitching from annoyance.

"Who are you?" The Question may seem innocent, but the tone of his voice was filled with venom.

"I- Uh- Rinsuke, sir.. And this is my Bro" Rin patted Sosuke's shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Well, nice to meet you both but I must get going! And.." Oikawa walked a little closer to his relative, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be taking [F/N]-Chan with me"

Without another word, Tōru turned to walk away with [F/N] in his arms. She peeked behind her Brother, giving Rinsuke and Sosuke a small wave before they completely disappeared from view.

The walk home was quiet, yet Oikawa's arms were still wrapped around her smaller Figure. "Is something wrong Tōru nii..?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Don't worry [F/N]-Chan." She tried her best to struck up the conversation a bit more, but he gave either one word answers or stayed quiet. It felt unsettling, but [F/N] shrugged it off as soon as they reached the Front Door of their House.

"You better take a Shower right now" Was the first thing he mentioned as soon as they walked in, causing her to get startled a bit.

"Oh- uh- alright" [F/N] rushed upstairs and into her room, taking her clothes off slowly before popping herself into the shower.

Oikawa stayed downstairs, watching his previous games against other Teams. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the TV, he just couldn't. With the sound if the shower turned on, and [F/N] humming softly with the music in the background that she usually plays while cleaning herself up; it was hard to focus on anything but that.

Thoughts of her being exposed and freely displayed infront of him rushed through his brain. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but who was he kidding? He's fucking addicted.

The sound of the shower turning off caught his attention, meaning she was already done. Did time really fly by fast from all those thoughts? Either way, he couldn't care less.

She emerged from the stairs, descending slowly with her usual Home Outfit. The booty shorts he so feared that might break his last strand of self control, and her tank top that just fits perfectly against her body. It caused his ears to twitch ever so excitedly as soon as she plopped herself beside him without a word.

"Happy?" [F/N] let out as she took off the tow that wrapped around her hair.

Oikawa leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and eventually his tail descended from its straightened up posture. "Mm" He hummed.

"Why'd you want me to take a bath anyways? It's not like I was dirty or anything"

"You smelled like them." Tōru simply answered, his nose twitching from her sweet lavender scent.

"Hmmmm" [F/N] shifted slightly, putting a bit space between her and Oikawa. "Where's Mom by the way?"

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that she's over at a Friends house right now. Something about a Girls night out"

"Oh- pfft, typical, I can't blame her though. I would have also missed going out with my friends if I was always busy" He didn't reply, nor did he give some sort of answer. His eyes were still glued onto her face, taking in her beauty that he missed back in Argentina.

After a while of silence, he finally spoke up. "You should head to bed, you have Volleyball Practice tomorrow right?"

"Oh, yeah I do"

"Which Position did you obtain?"

"I got setter!"

Oh? So she did end up becoming the Setter of her Volleyball Team after all. "Why did you wanna become the Setter so badly? I mean, you're a great receiver. You should have chosen to become a Libero instead"

"I know, but.. I really wanna be just like you Tōru nii" [F/N] fidgeted in her spot, her eyes sparkled in the sight of her Older Brother. She looked so.. Vulnerable..

He took a sharp inhale, before breathing out. He wasn't gonna lie, it caught him off guard. But the goofy smile spreading across his face showed how ecstatic he was knowing that his Little Sister wanted to be just like him. "Really? [F/N]-Chan! I feel so honored"

She laughed softly, before turning her gaze back to the Game played out for them. "Well, you're the Best Setter I know so.. Is it alright if you'd teach me some things Tōru nii?"

Oikawa nodded, his ego going through the roof as he tilted his chin up. "Now how about this, if you wake up early tomorrow then we could practice together before you head to Schoo-"

"REALLY?! ALRIGHT- I'll go to Sleep now!" [F/N] shot up from her position of the couch, raising her arms in the air like a child. He was startled at first, but eventually smiled softly.

"Here, drink your Milk first. that way you'll go to sleep faster" Tōru picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table, handing it to her with the genuine smile that never fails to make her grin. She uttered a small 'Thank you' before drinking the Milk.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was sitting there, watching intently. Would it be wrong to tell her someday in the near future that he drugged her Milk before giving it to her?

"Phoowee, wow.. -I do feel sleepy.." [F/N] settled the cup back down, facing her older brother with lazy eyes. "Can you carry me up the stairs please? Pretty pleaseee? I'm too lazy"

Tōru pretend to be annoyed, even letting out a small grunt before picking her off the ground. "Alright"

They both ascended up the stairs, with [F/N] comfortably in his arms. It was as if she was molded to fit perfectly wrapped around his fingers.

By the time that they arrived at the front of her bedroom, she was out cold. Her breathing was more even, yet her hands still gripped onto his shirt. "Silly [F/N]-Chan, you really should pay more attention to things you drink. I wonder if your trust for me would shatter if you found out.." He seemed to be lost in thought as he lowered her sleeping figure

Oikawa was shifting, not being able to contain his excitement as he eagerly took off his own sweater. 'Fuck, she looked so defenceless'

He lowered himself a bit. Settling his right hand on top of her stomach, where it slowly dipped further down until he was able to cup her cunt. "Fuck.. Already soaked Princess?" He cooed softly, before pulling her Shorts off. Oikawa took a moment to admire her current state, his fingers gently sliding her cottoned panties off. 'Wouldn't want her to wake up early now'

Tōru licked two of his fingers a bit, before slowly inserting them inside of her pussy. It caused [F/N] to squirm a bit in her spot, her lips quivering slightly. "H-Hrgm..~"

"Shhh... It's alright Baby Girl, Tōru nii's gonna take good care of you okay.." In all honesty, he was still shocked from the fact that his sweet little sister was still a Virgin. It excited him even more to the point where he pistoned his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The tightness of his pants slightly bothered him, causing the setter to quickly push the waist band lower.

It continued on for a bit, until he became restless. The pad of his thumb harshly pressed against her clit, making her jolt. "A-AHHH.. -" The lewd moan startled him, but he kept going at his pace. [F/N] continued to tremble under his touch, growing restless as she began to twist and turn in her spot.

He noticed how tighter it got, and more difficult it was to move his fingers. "Fuck.. You're squeezing my fingers like a Vice [F/N]-Chan.. Are you about to cum Princess? Come on, cum for Onii-Chan.." Oikawa continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And eventually, just like he said; she came with a loud moan.

Without hesitation, he pulled her sleeping body up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. Oikawa settled her on his lap, where her cunt rested right on top of his Cock. He shivered a bit, feeling her cum dripping onto his hardened member. He let her lean into him as she continued to sleep peacefully.

As much as he wanted to keep her innocence, the desire to ruin her and completely claim her body as his own grew.

Tōru slowly lifted her up, wrapping his tail around her waist before spreading her cunt with his fingers. "I'm about to take something so valuable from you.." And with that, he dropped her onto his cock, causing it to quickly sink balls deep. [F/N] let out a loud shriek as her eyes flew open. Oikawa stilled his movements and let out a shaky sigh. It felt too good.. Way too good.

"Fuck.. [F/N] you're.. - s-so tight damn" He began to lift her hips up and down repeatedly, setting a steady pace. "I expected you to be tight but.. Wow- fuck it feels good Baby Girl"

It didn't take long for her to register what was going on, her Big Brother's dick sinking inside her pussy, his tail wrapping around her waist, it made her feel light headed to say the least. "T-Tō.. Tōru nii..? W-What are.. What are you doing? Please stop, it hurts.." She spoke in a soft tone, pushing her hands against his broad shoulders in an attempt to move away. But he was much more stronger than she was, and faster too.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Don't fight now [F/N]-Chan! If you struggle, it'll make me even more excited.." He said, licking his lips seductively. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips continued to move with his help.

"This is wrong- please stop- I-I won't tell anyone this ever h-happened.. I swear.. Just please sto- ooo-o.. AHHHHHHHH..!" Oikawa had enough of her babbling about how she didn't want any of this. So instead of taking it easy on her like how he planned. He began to buck his hips, causing a loud whimper to fall from her lips as she tried to continue her sentence. "P-Please Tōru nii stop..!"

"Fuck, I just told you that if you struggle it'll excite me more.. Are you doing this on purpose? You fucking slut.." His pace got even faster, and his thrust was more rough. "You know, seeing you with those Bastards really hurt me [F/N]-Chan! I thought I was the only Male in your Life"

The tone of his voice sounded as if he was genuinely hurt, she would have felt bad, she would have if it wasn't for the fact that he was literally pistoning his dick in and out of her pussy. "T-Tōru..~!" [F/N] moaned out his name. Somehow, it flicked a switch deep inside Oikawa.

Causing him to act by instincts. Instead of his usual thought out actions, he pushed her off, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His ears began to twitch, and the tail that he affectionately wrapped around her waist was now tightening its grip. "Tō-Tōru..!"

There it was again, it sounded like music to his ears. He needed to hear more of it right away. So without further interruptions, he began to spread her legs. [F/N] let out a small shriek as soon as she felt the tip of his member push against her folds.

Her toes curled, and her back arched. Tōru didn't care whether or not it hurt for her, his pace was rough and frantic. As if his Animalistic tropes were overpowering his usual humane self. He wanted to breed her so badly, spill his sperm deep inside her womb until she was a quivering mess. "T-TŌRU, TŌRU!" His name continuously spilled out of her mouth.

And no doubt, it made him even more rough with her. "Fuck! You're such a fucking slut for hanging out with those Bastards. should've known you'd do this from the start" There it was, his tip hitting that spot that made her see stars. She flinched, her moans getting even more uncontrollably louder. "Yeah? You like that? You like it here?" Tōru moved his free hand below her ass, lifting her up slightly where he could easily thrust up to her G-Spot.

"H-Hrm..! T-Tōru.. 'M Cumming, I'm Cumming Tōru!"

"Then cum, Princess" And just like that, [F/N] came around his cock. Her eyes closing slightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Oikawa didn't stop there, he was chasing his own high after all. With a few more seconds of him thrusting harshly into her abused cunt, he finally came undone. Spilling his cum deep in her womb with a shaky sigh. "F.. Fuck.. Yeah.."

His cock softened, but he didn't pull away nor did he move an inch. Oikawa rested on top of her, his breathing becoming even. "Onii Chan loves you.. You do know that right..?" [F/N] nodded, her lips quivering from the over stimulation being present.

"Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it" He caressed her hair, stroking some of his finger through.

"Yes, I know.."

"What do you know?"

"I.. T-That... Tōru nii loves me.."

"Good Girl. You do know that no one else loves you right? I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world" She nodded slowly, fidgeting slightly.

"You love me, right?"

"I love you" Despite being mortified earlier, she eventually snuggled closer to her Older Brother. Giving into his twisted fantasies. He felt satisfied with himself, pulling her even closer. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't fight. After all, big brothers know best.