#and i'll never be over the way you see them struggling to figure out exactly what they're feeling because it's so completely new

[mobius-m-mobius]

Hey! Change of subject. I thought of an answer. To what? Your question.

Lokius + reflection for anon

[shiraishi-kanade]

An Shiraishi is always trying to be someone else: a short and messy analysis on how Vivid Street (unintentionally) messed her up

You know, I kind of have my own issues with the "Wishing to the Blue Sky for Your Happiness!" event, but a lot of my criticism of it boiled down to "huh, it's kind of weird how they gave An this insecurity out of nowhere, she didn't struggle with being herself before. Seems to be a reach just so Shizuku could have a role."

But that was before the Vivid Old Tale, and boy I'll admit I was very wrong.

The relationship between An and Nagi are... Very interesting, to say the least.

But there's no doubt that An absolutely idolizes Nagi. Sure, there's been this line about An always wanting to he a musical like her father, but we also know that for the most part, it was Nagi who taught her to sing, as well as Nagi who acted as An's mentor figure in a more emotional way.

In a way, An won the lottery. She was born into a family that loves her, into a community thay loves her, and just so happened to be talented and passionate about something that community values most. However, that talent has left her little to no space to actually... See herself as someone outside of it.

Now, none of this is actually necessarily negative by default. Having high expectations to one's children isn't necessarily bad either; with the right approach, it can make them grow and want to grow. We've also seen this happen with Touya in his childhood, which us another neat parallel.

But, unlike Touya, An has been very comfortable in her role, precisely because of her talent and being able to reach the very high bar raised for her. That comfort just... never made her reach out to something other than the place and the future she was already familiar with, because she never needed to. She was Ken's daughter and she was talented and everyone in town loved her and she promised to be the better than her dad and everyone took her seriously. What else could she possibly need?

In a way, An had her dole cut out to her before she was even born.

And then there's Nagi.

Yes, Nagi is An's role model. But there's more to that than just An looking up to her.

More than just being taught by her, An actually picks up Nagi's mannerisms, forms or speech, and even moral values (pretty much the entire point of Vivid Old Tale).

An saw, too, how much Nagi meant for the people of Vivid Street. She wanted to mean as much for them, too; rather, she already did mean as much, but she needed to be someone to justify being loved. It's not necessarily a conscious thought process but more of a subtle one: if you notice your community loves some traits of you more than the others, or values some aspects of you more, you start to lean more and more into them in order to fit in and be accepted.

For An, those particular traits were being talented, being Ken's daughter, but also... Being very similar to Nagi.

Them acting "like sisters" has been highlighted over

and over

and over again, even by people unfamiliar with Nagi, well into An's teenage years.

And it's not exactly... A complete coincidence on everyone's part. At one point, Nagi openly states she wants An to be like her, to be able to see things from the same perspective. At least to some extent, some of the actions Nagi takes to make that happen are completely deliberate.

So An tries to be like Nagi. This is both a conscious effort on her part and something that just... Is sort of a hidden force that shapes her into who she is. If you watch Nagi and compare even the way she talks with people of the town to the more mature, somewhat-grown up but not quite there yet An we have today... There's so many similarities it's uncanny. An is still much more hot-headed and impulsive, but that caring, considerate side of her shines through even more than before.

An doesn't try to deny or hide that, too. In fact, she's actually pretty proud of it.

(Whether Ken lied to her to make her feel better or if that expression was just a reaction to being reminded of Nagi passing away & the masquerade that followed after that, we'll never know.)

But here's the kicker: there's so much of Nagi in An it's hard to pinpoint where Nagi-san's traits end and An's own personality begins, if it even does. Because of how early has everyone decided on An's future, and because An never did anything to even hint at wanting to do something different (which she didn't! Sometimes people want to continue their family's legacy and that's completely normal and fine - again, she just got really lucky, both with her talent and supportive surroundings), An subconsciously kind of accepted that being like Nagi is... Just who she is.

That comes with taking on Nagi's part in the community, too. In the same way Nagi took care of everyone in town by helping them out at events, so too, does An - just to a much lesser extent, by going out of her way to keep in touch with everyone, going to events, and helping at a cafe, too.

But An doesn't purposely mold or change her personality to be like her role model, too. This is important: An doesn't wear a mask because she doesn't need to. In her mind, she already is like Nagi, or at least, she's on track to be, without doing particularly anything different. Because they're just so similar they're so close and practically behave like sisters, and because An grew up singing in the town exactly like Nagi did, and because she loves the town just like Nagi did - what else could An possibly need to do except get better at singing and get more grown up?

You know, to reach that mature and down-to-earth side of Nagi that we often see in the past?

That side?

Yeah.

Now the Shizuan event's conflict isn't so out of place, is it?

But anyway, back to the point.

Because of Nagi wording things the way she does and because of people on Vivid Street making such a point of their similarities, An naturally assumed she would eventually become like Nagi. This is why, even aside from Kohane's improvement, aside An's abandonment issues, Kick It Up a Notch is a giant slap to the face for An, as well as her wake-up call.

Kohane taking on Nagi's mantle before An was able to, or potentially ever could, isn't just about singing - it's an attempt at An's entire sense of self, just as well as her place in the world, and on the smaller sense, her hometown, too.

Because if An is not Nagi, she doesn't belong.

Because An never knew how to do anything but sing. Because becoming like her family, like Nagi, was the only option she ever imagined for herself ever since she was a child.

And if An is not Nagi, then who the hell is she?

[this post was very much inspired by @the-one-that-weeps 's An analysis post, who kind of put this much more eloquently than I could! Go check them out.

All translated lines that aren't taken from the wiki transcripts are by lozybug on YouTube!]

[lilacgaby]

day three

~2.3k

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she woke up right before her alarm went off.

she saw messages on her phone, some addressed from mirko telling her to "hurry the hell

up or get left behind." some from a new group chat called 'OPERATION [NAME]', and a couple from bakugo.

whatever, she'd look them over later.

she took her time as she showered, got dressed in a civilian outfit, and soaked in the early morning sun from her balcony.

everyone else had heroes who'd stop by later to pick them up in the afternoon, so [name] was pretty much the only person up.

she was startled by a loud noise at the door. she was hanging around in the common room to pass some time, but since she was lost in though she let out an audible squeal at the sound.

she figured it was just mirko was banging on it to get her attention.

and it was.

she opened the door and stepped outside. mirko was dressed casually too, and she was carrying her own bag of belongings on her back.

"be more considerate! people are sleeping!"

"it's only six a.m [name], they have to be getting up at this hour anyways."

"whatever."

"anyways, we have a train to catch so let's go!" mirko then grabbed her hand and started their trek down to the station. they could've got a car,

but they both preferred to walk.

after a bit of walking and sitting in a comfortable silence, [name] decides to get some details on the mission.

"so mirko, what exactly is this mission about?"

"oh, it's just another couple of villains, except these ones are rumored to have connections to stain."

"stain? the hero killer? but isn't he--"

"dead, correct. but his influence was huge. apparently this group of villains have actually killed a hero already."

"what?!"

"yeah, and that's why we're going in. don't worry though, we'll have backup, or i guess partners, that you'll love."

"what do you mean?"

"you'll see."

"...

okay, where are we going anyways? you never take me on trains."

"oh, i didn't tell you? we're going to tokyo."

"tokyo? for what?"

"oh,

i decided to take on a mission with best jeanist's agency. i told you you'd love it!"

...

"i'm going to kill you."

ꔛ𖤐˒˒

as she sat on the train next to mirko, her finger hovered over the notification from bakugo.

she had to face him eventually, and they had to talk, but she couldn't help but feel deeply embarrassed.

technically they did kiss.

her face felt hot.

"hey, who're you texting? your boyfriend."

"i'm not texting anybody and i don't have a boyfriend. stop asking questions when you know i'll answer!"

"okay okay.

...

so what're you doing then?"

"i'm debating whether or not to text katsuki back."

mirko's smug face took over as she snickered.

"shut up!"

[name] shoved her headphones on, maybe if she didn't hear her she wouldn't have to answer the questions.

the temporary solution did work, but mirko grew agitated that she wasn't answering her so

she took her phone right out her hands.

"mirko! hand it back!" [name] stood up immediately, her heart rate rising almost instantly as mirko held it in her iron grip. the headphones fell out her ears and her music was now blasting in the train,

she'd be publically embarrassed if they didn't have the car all to themselves, but she still just wanted her phone back.

"give it back mirko! i swear--"

"stop ignoring me, im your mentor y'know!"

they chased each other around the train car, [name] just barely behind mirko.

after about a minute of struggle, she tried negotiating.

"okay, just give it back-"

"no way-"

"why? is it because you're scared of me texting back your blasty little crush?"

"that's exactly why so hand it bac--"

they were cut off by a husky, sleepy voice.

"the fuck are you talking about?"

[name] eyed her phone in horror, and mirko did in surprise, mirko immediately threw the phone at [name] and ran to the other side of the train car.

[name] fumbled with it in her grip, until finally shakily holding the phone with one hand.

she was stunned into silence. this had to be a joke.

"hello? flower freak? you there?"

it wasn't just a joke?!

"hello? [name]?"

"i'm here-- fuck. i- uh-- gotta go!"

"wai-"

she cut him off as she declined the call. she looked at the duration of the call.

no way.

it went on for two minutes.

he heard her fight for her life over his messages to her for two minutes.

while she didn't explicitly explain who her crush was, mirko did.

[name] turned over to eye mirko, who was now sitting in a corner pretending to be nonchalantly whistling.

whatever. [name] wearily thought as she sat back down on a seat, picking up her headphones that had fallen out during the confrontation. she put on some music and mindlessly started hoping to anyone that'd hear her out that bakugo didn't hear mirko's remark.

the rest of the train ride wasn't that bad. mirko finally, begrudgingly, apologized for taking it to far, and promised to take [name] out to eat after the mission was over.

they sat next to eachother, mirko promising not to use the truth quirk against her again because of the incident that just occurred.

[name] appreciated the sentiment, but it wouldnt undo the months of late night pondering she'd have of this moment.

she got over it for the moment being, after about another fifteen minutes they finally were let out in Tokyo.

it was really pretty there, compared to musutafu, it was really lively too.

mirko guided them to a very fancy hotel where they'd be staying in one of the very highest floors.

they dropped their stuff off and got ready in their hero outfits.

they took a break to eat lunch, [name] laying out on the terrace of the huge hotel as mirko devoured a large salad next to her. she didn't know mirko meant they'd literally have the floor to themselves, but she wasn't complaining.

it was time for them to head out.

"okay, you ready flora?"

"yes i am prepared.

...

as ready as ever i guess."

"don't be like that! he probably didn't even hear-"

"we were yelling into the phone. he definitely heard."

"okay, and so what? he probably likes you back!"

"no way. just let it go mirko, we have to walk like two miles."

"fine, if you say so."

the walk to best jeanist's agency was actually fun for [name]. she got to walk through all the tourist traps, look around while mirko signed autographs, and even take a couple photos on her phone.

oh yeah, her phone. she had now twenty-two notifications from bakugo since the ordeal, including missed calls, texts, and even voicemails.

she didn't even open them, she knew she'd have to talk to him face to face anyways. she felt a pit of dread settle in her stomach, but looked up at the agency greeting both her and mirko.

they walked in.

⋆ ₊ ☽ ·˚𓍲 *⋆

They were greeted by one of Jeanist's many assistants, who guided them to a meeting room where a briefing was already taking place.

"we're late mirko?"

"yes, it's not my fault though, i did it all for the fans."

"...if you say so."

they walked into the meeting, [name] felt familiar red eyes following her as she settled into a seat next to mirko.

"okay, everyone's here. let's continue." jeanist declared, seemingly unbothered at mirko's tardiness.

[name] took a moment to look over the room. there were a couple other sidekicks, but the only U-A interns were her and katsuki.

she suddenly remembered she had to focus.

on the screen was a couple of locations marked in red circles, depicting different areas where heros reported being attacked by the group.

a lower ranked hero: blast-off, a hero with a rocket quirk, was murdered by said group, and his corpse was found in various places.

brutal. [name] thought.

"these villains aren't confident enough to attack higher ranked heroes such as mirko and i, they are currently planning on targeting another low-ranked hero on their route: genie." jeanist explained.

"what they don't know is that you will be waiting for them to attack genie, and step in as they reveal themselves. not even genie knows." an assistant added.

"wait, so they're basically bait?" [name] questioned.

"in a sense." jeanist replied. "if they knew, they'd likely act aloof and alert the villains. it's a necessary step."

"so, we set out tomorrow?" mirko questioned.

"no, you and i will go out patrolling the town discreetly. tomorrow we will go out accompanied by our interns, with my sidekicks on standby.

i understand you won't want your intern walking back to your arranged rooms alone, so after they go through some training here my assistant will make arrangements to take them."

"i'll go with them." katsuki finally spoke.

"it's settled then. mirko, please stay behind as we prepare for our afternoon scouting. dynamight, take flora to practice. do not push yourselves, understood?"

"understood." [name] replied, while bakugo grunted in agreement.

"dismissed."

everyone went their separate ways. [name] was doing her best to act causally as she and katsuki walked side by side to the practice room.

"so, uh.. nice weather huh?"

"why have you been ignoring me?"

crap.

"what do you mean katsuki? you're acting so crazy right now."

"no, i'm not. you didn't even try to talk about what happened yesterday with me, and then you randomly fucking call me at six in the goddamn morning. and i overhear some argument between you and that bugs bunny wannabe, just for you to decline on me, dick move by the way.

so, what's your deal?

you've been acting off around me since sunday."

he let out a scoff, and jokingly said

"what, you got a crush on me or something?"

"yes."

"what?"

both their eyes widened as the words left her mouth. crap, the whole operation was done for!

"was that a joke?"

"no."

she quickly located the practice room that was just around the corner, and tried to speed walk away.

"are you being serious right now? [name]? [name] we're training together you can't get away!"

she stumbled into the training room.

her life was over, but she still had to train, unless she really wanted her life to be over when she fought those guys tomorrow.

katsuki lightly grabbed her shoulder and made her face him.

"[name] fucking talk to me! stop being so shitty and confusing! why won't you just tell me the truth?!"

"because i'm scared of rejection!"

"i'd never-- i wouldn't reject you. just tell me the truth."

she sighed heavily. she didn't really process his last words, but she decided to tell him.

about the quirk at least.

"okay, so, sunday right? i took a hit for mirko-"

"you're insane."

"let me finish! i took a hit from mirko and got hit by this quirk. it basically makes you tell the truth whenever anyone asks a question, and it lasts a week."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"i was scared."

"who knows?"

"mirko, denki, kirishima, mina, momo, jiro--"

"so everyone except me, huh? damn. and the thing about your 'problems'?"

"a real bad lie from denki."

"so what you said earlie--"

"let's train. i don't want to answer any of that now. and, about what i said earlier..

can i talk to you about it after the mission?"

katsuki's face scrunched up. the emotion he was displaying was incoherent. disgust? anger? rejection?

but he understood her. he always seemed to. after a swift nod, he said

"fine. let's fucking fight though."

the tenseness between them disappeared, replaced by a competitive energy.

"you're on!"

they trained til' the sun went down. they were pretty even in quirk matches, but [name] definitely needed to practice her general strength.

still, in their last match she managed to pin him down.

"remember when we did this the first time?"

"shut up."

they agreed to stop for the day, and kept their wins in mind.

[name]- 8

katsuki-8

an even tie.

katsuki had opted to walk her home, so walk they did.

"if you're just gonna take a taxi back what was the point of walking me?"

"i just needed to talk to you, but we already talked it out earlier so it's fine i guess."

"oh. so, are you nervous for tomorrow?"

"nervous? why'd i be nervous? i'm destined to be number one, all these villains and missions and shit are just stepping stones to me."

"right, right. but they've killed like- pros. they hate heroes. and number one's like you."

"so?"

"so, they could be dangerous."

"i'll kill em' and i'll protect you, so don't worry."

she let a small smile escape her lips, why'd he always know what to say?

"thanks katsuki."

"yeah whatever. go inside loser, it's past my bedtime."

"okay, okay. text me when you get back."

"will you actually open it or leave me hanging like a dumbass?"

"i will, unless i fall asleep."

"fuck off. bye."

he got into a taxi back across town, she went into the hotel and felt butterflies settle in her stomach.

she knew the operation would take a complete one-eighy at the news from today, so to spare herself mostly, she texted that 'we should postpone the operation for today, i'm beat.'

everyone texted back their agreements, seems everyone was weak from the day.

she tucked into bed, and checked over her texts one last time.

katsuki had texted her.

allmightsolos01

yo

i got back to the agency

sleep well or whatever

read 10:37

flowered[name]

sleep well katsuki!

see you tomorroww

delivered

man this truth quirk stuff is so easy.

these last four days are just gonna be a blur.

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[saey707]

OMG A LEAGUE WRITING BLOG.. Honestly you’ve partially inspired me to make one!!! I love your works so far :)

But! In the meantime, the S/H comfort you wrote for Kayn was so beautiful! So I wanted something similar with Aphelios with a touch that’s a little more personal to me! if possible i’d like to request heartsteel Aphelios with his s/o (who May or May not be chubby, depending on your preference) struggling with an eating disorder? thank you in advance!

✿ Prompt: Aphelios worships you ✿

♡ champion focus: aphelios ♡ tw: reader w/ low self esteem + ed ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Hi, anon! ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ This was a bit of a difficult subject for me to write, but I still wanted to get something small out nonetheless! I didn't touch too much into the ed, because it is a bit of a touchy subject to me. But I still hope you like what I have in store! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

Aphelios knows how to read people like the back of his hand. It's one of his own personal superpowers... Or, more so a catalyst of being unable to speak.

Because of this, he is able to effortlessly observe those around him and know exactly how someone is feeling. He knows how to manipulate people to get what he wants. And worst of all, he knows when someone is lying to him or not. Including you.

That was one of the things you grew to hate about Aphelios. You hated that you could never lie to him.

It took a couple of weeks for Aphelios to realize something was wrong. It was just a matter of figuring out what it was...

You were always so confident and bright. You never cared about how anyone felt about you and never did anything to appease anyone. You did what you wanted when you wanted, which was something that Aphelios loved about you!

Aphelios couldn't help but wonder: Was it him? Did he do something wrong? He thought the two of you had a good relationship, you never had any problems before... It can't possibly be him... Maybe it's the fans? You both did recently come out as a couple! Maybe they were just jealous? Aphelios couldn't see a reason why anyone wouldn't like you right off the bat! But... Could that be the reason??

He had to investigate...

"Did you eat today?" Aphelios typed hastily before holding his phone up. You hummed in response. But he knew you were lying.

"Do you want the other half of my mooncake?" "I'm not hungry right now, Phel. but thank you!" He knew you were lying.

"We're all going to grab dinner, I'll bring you something back!" "You really don't have to! I'll find something here!" Still, he would always bring you something back.

While he was out, Aphelios took the opportunity to turn to his friends for help, which was extremely unlike him. Aphelios usually kept to himself, so it came as a surprise to everyone in the group when he asked for them to look around and see if they could find anything.

And when they did, Aphelios couldn't help but feel a wave of regret wash over him. He felt like it was his fault. He felt responsible for the way you felt. Aphelios pushed for you to have a more public relationship with him after all... In a way, he felt like was responsible for destroying your self-confidence.

But that feeling was quick to fade with Yone's reassurance. Instead, Aphelios felt angry. Not at you or himself... But at the entire world for expecting you to change.

You didn't need to change a single thing about yourself. You were nothing short of perfection to Aphelios. And he intended to remind you of it every day from there on out.

As soon as Aphelios got home, he burst through the doors, carrying 5 bags of food and a half-eaten box of chocolates he somehow swiped from the back of Ezreal's car.

"Phel..?" You were caught off guard by your boyfriend unexpectedly engulfing you in a big hug. His shoulders were shaking, giving you the surefire indicator that he was only beginning to cry.

You tried to pull away from him, but he only held on tighter.

Tears poked at the corners of your eyes. You knew.

Aphelios didn't need to speak to convey his love for you. His actions alone did that. That was one of the things you grew to love about Aphelios. You loved how he always knew the precise way to show you how much he loved you.

And you didn't realize how much you needed for him to see the issue at hand until now.

[vasito-de-leche]

Hello!😄, I admire the way you write ✍️The way u never mischaracterized characters and the way you write them accurately is fascinating to read for ,and how you also took focus on small details about the character heck im starting to believe you work on the game R1999, if may I ask if you could write about Six from R1999 with a timid S/O or about a self-aware au of Six ? It had been my obsession of him after he came out and with his story making it more fascinating and made me attract towards him more

;R1999 6 - Self-Aware AU

Headcanons about how 6 would act upon becoming self-aware. Related to this Self-Aware AU post.

tysm for the kind words! I rlly like overthinking and overanalyzing stuff <3

I'll do the self-aware AU for this post to match the other one posted recently about 37, but feel free to send another ask if you'd still like 6 with a timid S/O!

There is a lot to be discussed about 6 and how all four characters of the 1.4 update contrast and complement each other so wonderfully, but I have a lot of trouble narrowing down what exactly I want to talk about here and what I should save for a proper analysis of the characters and the way I interpret them. So as usual, I ask that you guys bear with me with these trains of thoughts!

For starters, in my opinion, 6 is a very good narrative foil to 37.

Both focus on alienation and isolation from their respective communities, both are characters that struggle with the concept of fate, and both were born knowing their numbers--the key difference is the way each tackles this piece of information.

As discussed before in her own post, 37 does not question the reason why she's 37: like 210 says, "she stumbled upon fate at birth," and did not go through the same process of having to figure out one's number like the rest do. When it comes to 6, it's slightly different but the fundamentals are the same: he knows the number he will be assigned, and yet this revelation is not part of a natural process, it's something that us forced upon him and his family.

What I'm trying to say is that 37 and 6 weren't given the choice of discovering their soul numbers, and thus lack the most important part: the understanding of their own lives and selves. Compare this to 210, who became "too predictable" upon finding out his own soul number, or Sophia, who has clearly developed a very complex relationship with her own friends because of the inferiority and feelings of inadequacy she feels not knowing her own number.

And this is when the contrast between the two become clear: 37 is partially isolated from her community because she doesn't understand fate, nor the importance of one's journey, she doesn't respect the discovery of one's number. 6 is partially isolated from his community because no one else but him is able to see the concept of fate--or the Revelation--as a negative thing. His entire life, his entire bloodline is defined by fate and the Revelation, but only he understands the burden and the pain such knowledge entails.

Because only he has seen the way this Revelation takes over his loved ones, until they become strangers, mere vessels for infinite knowledge and bound to their role as perfect, eternal leaders. His character event shows the radical change in his aunt once she receives the Revelation and 6's fears of his entire self being rewritten once he receives it as well.

It's important to note that the moment Atticus becomes a proper 6 and receives the revelation happens on the very same day that everyone on the boat becomes a victim of the "Storm." Sophia's father and 37's mother were on that boat--but so was Alma, the current 6 at the time and Atticus' aunt. This event is crucial for all characters, as it cements their chosen paths: it's the study of the Emanation for 37, to continue her mother's research.

It's the day 6 will receive the Revelation and see if his efforts to prepare for it will amount to something.

And yet we know that 6 was able to withstand this Revelation without his entire self being washed away by the infinite amount of knowledge. We know this because we see him retain his hermit-like behaviour in the main story, avoiding people and preferring peace and quiet. We know this because, at the very end of this event, he says that the revelation is "just as simple as it is."

37 does not understand fate, but she doesn't fight it either because studying it won't change the fact that her soul number is 37. 6 understands and once feared fate, and he fought to resist it because his entire life, his memories, his personality and essence were at risk. I also really love that small detail about how 1.4 focuses on Plato's allegory of the cave, with 37 and 6 being put on this pedestal as those who witnessed the truth and came back to save the others--and yet, these two characters needed people OUTSIDE of the island to help them with their respective journeys (37 with Vertin, and 6 with Sophia). It just clicks so right to me!

In the context of a Self-Aware AU, I like to think that the self-awareness is something that comes with the Revelation. That every 6 before Atticus himself realized the truth of their world, similar to how 37 sees this self-awareness as yet another eternal truth. And because the number 6 is meant to represent harmony and perfection, they understand more than anyone that to ensure the peace in Apeiron, they cannot allow others to know the truth. Think of it as the whole deal with Pythagoras and irrational numbers--the discovery of irrational numbers ruined the whole system.

I think that a much younger 6 would've been distraught at this information, to know that Alma was the only person who was "real" and that he began to drift away from her because he couldn't recognize her anymore. But now, after receiving his Revelation and becoming the new leader, he might be more focused on appreciating life as it is. Why would he be bothered by knowing everything so far has been a script? He's already been haunted by fate his whole life, this is, in the end, the same thing. Of course, 6 is a philosopher in his own right, despite knowing pretty much everything there is to know, I think he would like to ponder about the more existential issues and topics that come with self-awareness.

I also like to think that his self-awareness and the Revelation come with knowing how the story will develop, at least in relation to Apeiron. He knows of Vertin's arrival, he knows of Arcana's schemes, he knows that by the end, Apeiron will be revealed to the human world. 6 believes it's impossible to change the course this game and its story, and the best thing he can do is help everyone prepare for it--I like to think that's why he specifically sent 37 to greet Vertin and the rest!

When it comes to finding out about the Player, I already said in 37's post that it would be very nice if she could see the player, but not hear them. And to contrast that, I wanted 6 to hear the player, but not see them.

The Player's existence is the one thing that 6 cannot pinpoint nor rationalize. He listens so very attentively when you speak, and he quickly realizes that you are not part of this infinite stream of knowledge from his ancestors, you're ... Just a person. What are you trying to teach him, if that is even your goal?

At first, I can see him struggle with this strange presence interrupting his very much needed alone time, choosing to remain silent until you go away, but he would grow to find it comforting, similar to his friendship with Sophia when they were children. You are an outsider, you're not part of this little world he lives in--you can offer a refreshing and different perspective. Once he's used to this new change, perhaps he will speak again, either to ponder out loud about your existence or monologue about whatever might be occupying his mind. Unlike 37, he wouldn't tell a single soul of your existence, largely because he believes it's something unique to him, entirely unaware that there's someone out there behind the screen rooting for him.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

ᴛᴡ: soft tickles

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"Wah! You've grown so strong hyung!" Hyunjin exclaims as he walks by, seeing how much his roommate really had grown. He swore just a few minutes he could've been bigger than Changbin, but now his arm barely wraps around his without a little struggle. There wasn't anything wrong with that of course, he loved seeing how the elder progresses into his fitness journey, a persistent determination that refuses to give up in terms of bodybuilding. Walking towards the rapper, he kneads the plump muscle, it feels like pillows and absolute heaven, almost akin to a stress ball that he's been waiting all day to squish.

"H-Hey! I know I'm strong, but who gave you permission to do that?!" That's what he really likes about Changbin. Despite his figure, looking as if he would crush you with the smallest wrong step, his nature was bashful. Even with his loud shouting in the younger's direction, after not stopping, a pale red begins to creep up on his cheeks, crumbling apart before his eyes. Cuddling him closer, Changbin shrieks as he feels arms wrapping around his surprisingly small waist, but melts into the hug, nonetheless. Maybe being the shortest in the group has its perks.

"Do you think I need permission to touch and hold my 'wife' as I please?" Hyunjin hums, and just like he thought, no sound comes from below him, knowing damn well that he won this battle. No matter how strong Changbin thought he was, somewhere in him, Hyunjin would always know exactly where to hit to get his heart going. Maybe the other members knew too, and sometimes it gave him a weird, icky feeling at the bottom of his stomach. Friendly jealousy was always a thing, Felix said, and that's what it was always made out to be. Hopefully.

"Hmph, whatever- Ehehe! W-Whahahat gives?!" The rapper squeals as fingers suddenly begin to roam onto his belly, making futile attempts to swat the fingers away; which instead just led them to find shelter under Changbin's shirt, scribbling over the smooth surface. The taller seems to pay no mind to the playful swatting on his wrists, instead just continuing the ministrations, cooing over the way Changbin's face flushed a bright red when his strong upfront was doing absolutely nothing to phase or stun the ferret in his tracks.

"Hmm, since you're so strong, you should be able to withstand a little tickling, right Hyung? Just a little harmless tickling, no way someone as strong as you can't handle it right?" Hyunjin whispered ever so kindly into Changbin's ear, almost a sweet coaxing that would lure any unsuspecting prey right into his trap. But of course, the elder wasn't fooled, he knew behind those sugar-coated words were an underlying sense of teasing, out to get him the moment he let his walls down. And it just so happened he had done it right from the start.

"Hyuhuhuhune plehehease! I neheheed to work out!" Changbin squeals, snorting when the nimble fingers tap at his hip bones, smirking in satisfaction when they tremble and buck in an attempt to get away from Hyunjin to no avail.

"Hm hm… always working out, never leaving any time for your dear 'husband'. But fine, I'll let you go~" Hyunjin sings, releasing his grip on Changbin surprisingly easy, much to the elder's shock. Usually, he would be persistent about his need to latch onto Changbin behind closed doors, knowing their act on camera had simply just made the younger want to cuddle closer to that real life teddy bear even more; the temptation growing stronger now that they were both roommates. Leaving him alone at his call was practically a miracle, and one that Changbin wasn't going to skimp on.

However, as he worked out, it wasn't missed that when a tall figure scooped him up and tickled him for an inch of his life against the soft gym floors, maybe he should've thought twice before listening to such instructions; but what could he say, he was bad at reading the signs!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

One more idea cause the Bang-Able couple inspires me greatly. What about the first time she gets her period after she gets him. Maybe he's very concerned for her getting cramps and bleeding and he goes to buy her all kinds of craving foods and heating pads and medicines. You could have him go buy pads or tampons and he has no clue what to get so he buys a bunch of different things. You could even end the drabble in a kinky way and have him give her an orgasm to help relieve her cramps.

You know what fucking sucks? (tmi) I just started my period tonight 😭

So I guess this is a little selfishly written drabble to make myself feel better 😭

This is written in Jungkook's p.o.v

~~~~~

"So what exactly might she need?" I turn to Ava who's kicking back and enjoying my struggle.

"You're the robot sir I thought you would know everything. Plus you live with her? Haven't you seen her period products in the bathroom?" she asks, watching me as I pace up and down the aisle trying to figure out what she might use.

"I think she keeps them hidden or something because I've never seen them" I say and reach tentatively for a couple of products. "Do you at least know if she uses tampons or pads? Or does she use one of those diva cup things?" I ask, trying to squeeze some sort of information out of her.

"Y/n is honestly pretty private about her period. That's probably why you haven't seen anything" she says and I nod my head, everything making sense now.

"We could always call her?" Ava says but I panic and stop her. "No no no, she was sleeping when you picked me up and I know she needs a lot of rest so let's just leave her be" I say and grab three different kinds of pads and tampons and Ava scoffs at the sight.

"Aye you're not helping so I figured third times a charm no?" I say but I'm only graced with a shrug in response and when I toss the items in the basket she whips it around and goes back into the main aisle.

"So what next?" Ava asks and as I look to the left I see exactly what I was searching for next. "Ice cream" I say and walk over to the freezers, not bothering to pay attention if Ava is still following me but after dodging a few rouge carts she pulls up to me.

"Oh no that's fine Jungkook you go ahead, I'll just catch up" she mutters and I turn and look at her apologetically. "Sorry I'm jus-" "Just focused on y/n I get it, it's what you were programed to do. Do you at least know what kind of ice cream she likes?" she asks and as I look up and down the various selections I find it.

"This one! I'm sure of it!" I say and she chuckles. "You really love to please her don't you?" she says and turns the basket towards the snack aisle as our last stop.

"Well like you said, it's what I was programed for, plus you were the one who programed me so you should know better than anyone else" I argue and she sighs in defeat.

"You got me there I guess. What I don't remember though is giving you such golden retriever energy when you're eagerly getting simple items together for your master like tampons and ice cream" she teases and I roll my eyes, a habit I've developed from seeing her do it whenever y/n and I are doing anything remotely touchy feely.

"She's my girlfriend remember?" I correct her and she rolls her eyes proving my point perfectly. "Sorry, this concept is still new to all of us so it's gonna take some getting used to" she sighs but I take no offense to it.

I mean I literally can't because I'm just programed to have these reactions superficially but it's nice to see that she has manners to a certain extent.

"Are we good?" she asks, making sure I've got everything and I nod in confirmation and soon we're back at the house.

"Thank you for your help" I say while unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out to grab everything from the back. She would offer to help but I literally could carry a car if need be which is honestly a cool yet completely pointless feature if you ask me.

"Yeah no worries. I usually go on these snack runs on my own when she's like this so it's nice to have someone to come with" she says once I've come back around to the passenger side again.

"You heading home?" I ask, seeing that she's not making a move to get out. "Yeah I figured she probably wouldn't be in the mood for any company but have her call me when she's feeling better" she says with a pained expression, knowing how painful your periods are.

"I will" I say simply and wave before walking into the house to take care of my very sleepy girl.

"Baby" I whisper to her, caressing her face softly and she hums in response. "I got you the pain meds you asked for...and a lot of other stuff too" I say sheepishly, not having told her I was planning to go a little (a lot) over the original amount she had expected me to spend.

She breathes out a quiet thank you, her eyes still closed as she hasn't made any sort of effort to get up. "You want some help?" I ask, my thumb brushing up against her cheekbone and she nods slightly.

"Alright come on" I say softly, not wanting to startle her awake or anything. I brace her and sit her up against the headboard before giving her a glass of water to drink first which she downs half of.

"Good, now here can you eat a couple of these? I don't want you to be taking these pills on an empty stomach" I say, giving her an open sleeve of plain crackers so as to not upset her stomach and she does as she's told again.

It's good to see that she's obedient even in this state so this although painful situation for her can go as smoothly as possible. After she's eaten about seven to ten of these little crackers I give her to two little pills and hand her the glass of water again and she take it without a second thought.

"That's my girl" I say and caress her face which she leans into, making me smile at her clear want to be close to me. "Can you come lay with me?" she asks and I nod my head and go around to my side of the bed.

"Lay on your back" I say when she tries to cuddle in close and she looks at me suspiciously. "Don't look at me like that just trust me" I say and she sighs and does as she's told.

I settle in next to her, cuddling up close and slip my hand under her shirt and rest it against her bare stomach but before she can even ask me what I'm doing she practically moans in content.

"You mean to tell me I can use your hands as heating pads?" she asks with her eyes wide and looking down at where it's resting. "I thought you might like that" I chuckle and she places her hand on top of mine to apply some more pressure and place it exactly where she needs it.

"If I wasn't on my period I would jump your bones for doing something like this for me" she says and I laugh, "We'll I don't have bones but I can definetly help you out with that right now if you want? Studies show that orgasms can help relieve period pain" I say, trailing my hand down under her waistband but she stops me before I can get much further.

"Maybe later, I just wanna stay like this for a while" she says and I apply some more pressure since she seems to enjoy that, turning the heat up a couple of notches but not enough to hurt her.

"Get some sleep love" I whisper and kiss her temple. "I'll be right here when you wake up"

~~~~

Decided to go the fluffy route because that's exactly the kind of attention I would love to have from him right now 😭

I know I'm delulu but you are too 😭

But anyways I hope you liked it 💜

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 7🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, a little smut, aggression, blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 7! I told you guys to get ready for some juicy stuff and its here! This is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story. I had to break this part up because it was going to be WAY too long and the next part is going to be in Elvis' perspective. I'll elaborate more later but I really liked the way that would flow and give you more insight about vampire!Elvis🤭 Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

If you’d like to start reading from the beginning, start here. 🩸

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

Elvis huffs at you and brushes back his hair, looking at you with disappointment. He looks at the vile enviously and back up to you, giving you the same longing look. He bites his lower lip, trying to form the right words. You're growing scared and impatient and snap, "Elvis answer me!"

“I'm fine that’s all you need to know. Sometimes, I need special treatment. I contract special healers and they make these elixirs for me. It’s not harmful I promise you,” he assures. 

You search for the lie in his face. His face is motionless and unwavering, looking at you expectantly. 

“What’s in them? It looks like blood or something? You’re sure it’s not harmful?” You say hesitantly. 

He chuckles softly and shakes his head, “Don’t you worry about anything honey. It’s completely fine. Everything is natural and herbal. Helps me with energy and everything,” he says as he pulls you into his chest.

Of course, you love the way his arms feel around you, but something didn’t sit right with you. It just didn’t make any sense that he was taking herbal remedies when he could sure get any treatment or medicine in the world to help him get better. 

What exactly was wrong with him? The way his body temperature was drastically different from yours concerned you. That was not normal nor had you ever heard of someone having such a condition. Why was he so secretive about it all? Maybe it was an ego thing and he didn’t want to seem weak to you? You definitely didn’t think that at all, you were more concerned with the truth. 

He pulls you back into the bedroom and looks at you longingly, that perfect smile winning you over.

“Come lay in bed with me. Let’s enjoy this night together.” He coos, placing a kiss on the left side of your neck. He hums softly to himself, kissing your neck more and nipping there, relishing how sensitive this area was. You hiss at the sensation, loving it too much and you can feel yourself giving into him already. This bruise was never going to heal with him around and someone was bound to notice it. Daniel was bound to notice it.

You struggle to see clearly and your mind is covered in fog. Your heart is racing too much and you need space of your own. That was the only way to get yourself to think clearly. You stop in your tracks before he can pull you up on the bed and ravage your neck more. 

“Elvis I, I need a second to figure things out. Tonight was a lot and I need some space. I’m sorry. I need to figure out what to do.” 

He squeezes your hand and his eyes plead for you. 

“Honey no please, don’t go. I need you. I can’t be without you for too long.” He begs. 

You pull your hand away and head for the door, grabbing your dress off the floor and quickly pulling it up your body. 

The murmurs of the party grow louder the closer you get to the door and find your discarded heels on the floor. You feel Elvis’ cold hand grab your wrist one more time and you forcefully pull it away and grunt.

“Don’t! Please, listen to me and let me go,” you reprimand and quickly make your way out of his suite.

Dodging through the crowd, you make it to the front door and quickly make it to the elevator. You press the lobby button and the elevator cart lurches down. You needed space and a distraction from tonight’s events. You couldn’t focus on anything and the stale cigarette-filled air clouded your senses even more. 

Your life went up in shambles ever since you got assigned to work for Elvis. A part of you regrets ever accepting the position. Maybe your life could have been normal. Maybe you and Daniel had a shot of working things out and getting married and having a nice life together. All of that seemed impossible now that Elvis was in the picture.

But part of you knew that this was for the better. You doubted Daniel’s intentions for quite some time now and this only solidified them. Maybe Elvis was your saving grace? An angel of some sort saving you from the wreckage of your life and saving the day. Tears start to fall and you let the overwhelming sadness floods your mind. 

One thing at a time.

Get some air.

“Y/n?’ A soft voice says behind you.

You turn around and find the worried eyes of Anna.

“Hey,” you sniffle, wiping some of the tears on your cheeks.

Anna’s face is full of concern and goes in to hug you. You welcome her embrace, needing a friend more than ever. Your tears flow freely now as you cannot hold back anymore.

She lets you cry in the middle of the lively lobby of The International until you can finally pull yourself together.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You ask.

She nods her head right away, “Come on, let's go.” She says and leads you out of the building.

*

Getting to Anna’s apartment, she lets you borrow some pajamas and makes you a cup of tea as you blankly stare at the candle flame on the table, contemplating your whole life.

She’s gentle when she talks to you, unsure of how to start this conversation.

Sitting next to you, she takes your hand and squeezes it.

“What’s going on y/n? Are you okay?” She asks.

You scoff slightly and shake your head, “I have no idea what I’m doing. These last few weeks… it’s been a mess,” you admit. She looks at you concerned and tries to get you to elaborate. 

“Well, what’s happened that has made you so upset?” 

You take a deep breath and look back up at Anna, “For starters, Daniel cheats on me. I saw it in the flesh tonight at the party. He was pushing up against some young chick and was kissing her. I wanted to scream and yell at him but I didn’t have it in me to do it. It was awful,” you admit. 

She is in shock with the news and grants your hand, “Honey I’m so sorry you found out this way. That’s just awful I couldn’t imagine how that feels. Are you going to confront him?” She asks. 

“God yes! I’m sick of being taken for granted! I’ve waited patiently for years to get married and he just proved his feelings towards me tonight. He couldn’t give a damn. I need to leave,” You seethe. 

“Where are you going to go? Have you thought about where you might live?”

“No, but I’ll figure something out, maybe Elvis could…,” You trail off. 

You look over at her curious eyes and you sigh, knowing you need to tell someone. 

“You have to promise me you won’t tell a soul,” you say starkly. 

“Of course, I promise,” she says concerned. 

“Me and Elvis well… I’ve been umm,” you pause embarrassed. 

Her eyes grow wide and she covers her mouth in shock. 

“Y/n oh my god… you’ve been…,” she raises her eyebrows, insinuating the dirty things you two have been doing. 

You sigh and cover your face, “Yes. Every last bad thing you can think of, God I’m a terrible human being Anna. I don’t know how this all got out of hand,” you confess. 

“I’m not judging you at all! You do what you have to but oh my god with Elvis?! What a person to have an affair with?! I thought you said he was an asshole? What happened that changed your mind?” She asks. 

You have to search for what the exact moment was but it was hard to say. It felt like it happened all at once you were in his grasp. You pull your hair to the side to nervously play with it, trying to collect your train of thought then Anna audibly gasps. You look at her surprised at what the sudden outburst was about and watch her stare lasers at your neck. 

You cover the bruise with your hand and instantly wince, the soreness spreading down your neck since he was biting there not too long ago. 

“Yeah… he’s very uhh… possessive over my neck sorry,” you blush, pushing your hair over to the side of the bruise. 

She cracks up and buckles over laughing. You can’t help but laugh with her as all of this is insane. You have a hickey from Elvis Presley. Who would have thought?

“Seriously how the hell does something like this happen? One day you’re hating the guy and the next he’s sucking on your neck?!” She jokes. 

“I know, I know it’s insane! I don’t know… it was like a huge explosion went off and we couldn’t get away from each other. He’s like a magnet. The closer I get to him, the harder it is to pull myself away. And his eyes oh my god, they suck you in I don’t know how to describe it,” you say exasperated. 

“I’m in shock, I don’t know what else to say... Is it good?” she says smugly. 

Your cheeks turn bright red and hide your face in your hands again.

"Oh my God!" you chastise her, but quickly nod your head yes. Another burst of laughter comes out of both of you, like little school girls.

"I mean, I would assume so but I had to hear it from you. How long has it been going on?” she asks in between laughs.

“A couple days now? It’s been a blur but I don’t want to get away from him. He’s so mysterious and sheltered, but also very tender, it’s hard to explain how he is when it’s just us two. I agreed to work for him, solely for him. He’s going to be paying me,” You admit. 

“You are?! I think that’s great! You’ll be making much more I’m sure and now you definitely don’t need Daniel to help support you! Maybe Elvis can help you find somewhere to stay. I’m sure he has connections,” she says. 

It was an option you hadn’t considered and would probably be a good thing to mention to Elvis. But not right now. Right now you need space and time from both of those overwhelming men. 

“I will, not right now though. I need my space and need to think about all of this logically,” you explain. 

“Good, stay here as long as you want I’m here for you. I assume you’ll eventually tell Daniel? That you’re breaking things off?” She says lightly. 

“Yeah, I will. It’s been a long time coming and what happened tonight just solidified it,” you say firmly. 

Anna pauses and looks at you with concern, “And Elvis? What are you going to do about him?” 

That was something you had no answer for. Something that terrified you because deep down you knew this was just a heat of-the moment fling and he wouldn’t be around forever. He was leaving Vegas roughly in two weeks and was off to tour or go back to Memphis and rest for a while. Either way, your two paths wouldn’t cross again most likely and all of this would be for nothing. 

“I don’t know… there’s a lot I need to figure out and it’s not going to happen today. I think I just need to sleep,” you admit. She agrees with you and gets some extra blankets and a pillow from the linen closet. You thank her again for being so gracious to you and get comfy on the couch. She goes to her room and shuts the door telling you she loves you. 

You start to close your eyes, the darkness of sleep clouds your vision. You peek at the clock one last time before you fully fall asleep and see a tall shadow in the corner of the room looming. You shoot your eyes wide open and the only fragment of color you do see is red. You quickly put on the lamp and light up the completely dark and empty room. You groan and rub your head in frustration. 

You’re exhausted, you try to tell yourself. 

Get some sleep and everything will be okay. 

*

Three days later, you decide it’s time to face Daniel. There was no point in hiding anymore and needed to get it over with. You should also see Elvis and tell him your decisions and see if he can help you any. 

You were still going to stay with Anna for a bit but needed to go back to the apartment anyway to pick up some of your own clothes. She kept telling you she didn’t mind you staying and loved having the company. You did too and were very grateful she was so understanding about this whole situation. 

The apartment was only five minutes away so it would be relatively quick to pack some stuff and tell Daniel you’re done. Anna lets you borrow her car to get there and you tell her you’ll be back soon and head out the door. 

You quickly park the car and get the extra key under your potted hydrangea. Opening the door, it’s quiet as usual, and don’t get greeted by him. He’s not in his usual chair in the living room and you don’t look for him right away. You’d rather pack a bag and get some of your things together first. 

Reaching in your drawer, you grab a handful of socks and a handful of underwear then go to your closet to grab some jeans and shirts. 

Going to the bathroom next, you grab some toiletries and hear footsteps coming. You look and see Daniel’s tired eyes look into the bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” He asks. 

“I’m staying with Anna,” you say coldly. 

He scoffs at your tone, “why?”

You stop what you’re doing to look at him for the first time in the eye since the party. 

“You know exactly why! It was only a matter of time before I would have found out!” You yell. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asks. 

“I saw you at the party! I saw what you were doing with her,” you reprimand. 

He furrows his brow and looks at you confused. 

“What party? I don’t understand what you’re accusing me of!” He says annoyed. 

“Elvis’ party! I saw you the other night kissing some chick! Don’t deny it!” You bellow. 

He stares at you with his eyes wide and he cocks his head looking at you. 

“I’ve never been to one of Elvis’ parties. I’ve been working the last three days I have no idea what you’re talking about! Even after work I was coming straight home,” he explains. 

“You were yelling and making a scene! How the fuck don’t you remember?” 

“Were you at Elvis’ party? Why were you ever around that asshole?! You shouldn’t be-,”

You cut him off, so pissed off that he dares to criticize what you do when you clearly saw him in the act.

“Shut the hell up! I’m done! I know what I saw,” You yell at him.

None of this makes sense. You saw him. You had to drag him to that party, he definitely was there! You’re not making this up. You saw him with that girl!

You need to go home. She's not here. She's out with Anna. Do not go looking for her and go straight home..

Elvis’ words rang in your ear as you remembered what he said to Daniel that night. You know what you saw and you heard. You weren’t crazy. Either way, you needed to get out of here and go to Elvis for answers.  

“I need to leave, Don’t try and follow me,” you say bluntly, pushing past him in the doorway and quickly rushing out the door. You shove the key into the ignition and drive in the direction of The International.

Your car comes to a screeching halt in the parking garage and quickly shift the gear into park. 

He’s lying to you.

In some shape or form, Elvis was lying to you. What did he do to Daniel? Why didn’t he remember the party?!

Did he drug him? Or did his men?

As much as you didn’t want to ever defend him, he didn’t need to drug him.

This was the whole reason you decided to confront him; you saw him kissing another woman and that’s what finally pushed you to get up and leave!

You swiftly walk through the doors leading to the locker room and put your key into the elevator. So many emotions floated in your head as you didn’t know where to start the conversation with Elvis. As much as you wanted to tell him the good news, the shocking revelation ate at you and needed to be settled first, then he could have some happiness.

The ding of the elevator tells you you made it to the penthouse floor. You march out and get panicked looks from his men standing watch in the hallway. You quickly rush by them and the man closest to the door holds out his hand, blocking the handle from you.

“Mr. Presley is to not be disturbed,” he barks at you.

“Elvis said I can go in anytime I want now. You can’t tell me what to do,” you spat.

The man doesn’t move his hand and you stare at him in disbelief. You push his arm to the side, quickly pushing the door open and locking it behind you.

You huff when you safely get in the suite and it’s in pretty clean condition after a couple of parties. There isn’t much to clean in general and that gives you a sigh of relief, you need to really focus on what you want to tell Elvis. You walk through the suite and as usual, it's starkly quiet.

Peeking into every room, he’s nowhere to be found. The only other room you haven’t checked is his bedroom. You walk over to the other side of the suite where his bedroom is and notice the door cracked open. The closer you get, the louder the sound of moans become. Your eyebrows shoot up, intrigued with what you might find in there. Last time, it was quite a surprise and this time, you were hoping he would let you help him. 

Jesus no, focus, talk to him first then do whatever you want to do to him. 

“Mhmm, good girl,” he praises, his voice filling your ears. You could recognize that deep baritone voice in your sleep now. His voice already has your core throbbing, you wanted to be the one receiving such praise.

Finally, at the door frame, you push the cracked door open a bit more, just to see his reflection in the mirror and witness what he was doing.

You peep in and your stomach drops when your eyes register what is happening.

There in the reflection, you see Elvis standing at the side of the bed, pushing up against some beautiful brunette with her back to the door. He’s standing in between her legs with his shirt off. She’s wearing dark blue lingerie and you watch as his hands trace the delicate fabric that is barely covering her nipples. She moans and tries to reach for his cock but he doesn’t let her, he moves her hands to her sides she obeys him. He keeps teasing her, cupping her breasts then sliding one of his hands up her throat.

“Please, Elvis,” she moans weakly.

He grumbles and sighs deeply, “I promise hun, I’ll give it to you. Just let me keep touchin’ ya,” he says almost drunkenly. His hand darts lower and his thumb winds her clit in a focused fashion. She moans more and you feel that familiar rage of jealousy boil up inside you. His fingers trace the side of her neck again and he groans. You can hear his breathing accelerate from the door and your own heart races at what you're witnessing. 

“Okay honey, imma give it to you are you ready for me?” He asks in a hushed whisper.

She nods enthusiastically and looks up at him and tries to kiss him. He grabs a fistful of her hair, turns her head to the side, and nibbles at her neck and up to her cheek. He repeats this motion and your eyes can’t bear to watch any more of this. Your blood boiled at this point, ready to walk out, not needing to see much more evidence of how you can’t keep a man faithful to you. 

“You’re gonna make me feel so good,” Elvis moans in her ear, kissing her neck and she claws at his arm.

He holds her tight, one arm wrapped around her torso, one hand holding her head to the side. 

A low growl comes out of him and he places his lips harder into her neck. He groans loudly while she makes an ear-splitting scream. Her shrill cry rings throughout your ears and you freeze in horror.

Elvis lifts his head up briefly and all you see is an animal instead. You see his long fangs extended down past his normal canines and blood covering his lips and chin. The girl is gasping for air as he goes back for more. You swing open the door, in utter disbelief of what you’re seeing. You hear him suck on her neck loudly, gulping her blood down like its favorite drink on a hot day. 

You feel your stomach hurl and your mouth feels completely dry watching Elvis… or whoever you think this thing is, suck the blood out of this girl. You realize you’ve been holding your breath as your been watching this horror unfold before you. Taking a sharp breath of air in, Elvis hears you. He takes his mouth off her neck and makes direct eye contact with you.

The things you see make your heart want to pop out of your chest and his face only looked more terrifying. His eyes were bright red, black veins protruding on his face, especially near the eyes. He looked like a rabid dog, his face covered in blood and dripping down his face and onto his neck. His fangs were long and extra sharp. His pupil was so dilated, it was like he was on drugs but you knew this was way worse.

You hear him let out a frustrated grunt and drops the girl’s body onto the bed. You are mortified as you watch her weak body flop onto the bed and lay there groaning in agony. It feels like a blink, but from the time you look at the girl, then back to Elvis, he’s inches from your face, practically foaming at the mouth.

“You never listen do you,” he growls, his voice an octave deeper than it normally is. You jump out of your skin looking at him this close as he is yelling at you.

Your knees feel like they could give out any second and you try to stagger backward, bile rising in your throat.

“W-w-what… what the fuck are you?! Oh my ggod what the fuck?!” You scream at him. He lurches toward you and in a swift motion, his hand is on your neck, pushing you against the door frame.

“You weren’t supposed to find out! Ever! You were supposed to see past the monster. But you’re so goddamn nosey and can’t follow a simple direction can you?!” He yells.

You have to turn your head away, you cannot look at his lifeless face and those crimson-red eyes trying to burn their way into your flesh. You scratch at his hand that is wrapped around your neck in hopes of trying to get free. You whimper and whine as you try your best to get away from him but are completely failing.

“Answer me!” He barks, blood splattering on your face as he gets even closer the more upset he gets.

You audibly cry, tears starting to fill your eyes out of fear.

“Elvis!? W-what are you! Let go of me now!” You yell.

He listens and lets go of your neck. You collapse on your knees onto the floor, gasping for air. You rub your sore throat and look up at him in horror. He’s heaving sporadically and pacing the room like a caged animal. 

You have to shut your eyes as you feel the room spinning. Your stomach continued to turn and felt like you were going to puke. You try to get up but fall back onto your knees. There’s no use in running but you have to try. Crawling away, you make it into the living room, but in the blink of an eye, Elvis is standing in front of you. You scream and try to keep a distance away from him. You feel his cold hands grab you underneath your underarms and pick you up. You scream and flail in his grasp but he’s much stronger than you and it doesn’t help you any. 

He forcefully sits you on the sofa and points his finger at you, “don’t move. There’s no point in running away,” he scowls. You stare petrified being so close to the long fangs. They look like they could tear you into pieces in an instant if you weren’t careful. You quickly nod at him and watch as he goes back into the bedroom. 

Not too long after, he’s carrying the girl in his arms and heading for the door. She’s whimpering and holding onto his neck. Before he opens it, he pauses and makes her look at him. 

“You’re going to go home. You were out with some girlfriends and got drunk and met some guy. You were never here,” he instructs smoothly. She whimpers in agreement and nods her head, barely keeping her eyes open. He licks her neck clean, getting rid of the blood dripping from the bite mark. You stare in awe as you see the mark become more faint before he opens the door to let her out. He hands her to one of the men waiting outside and tells him to take of this. 

Slamming the door loudly, you watch in horror of what he might do. His shoulders rise and fall quickly and his hand grips onto the doorknob tightly. The crushing of metal makes your skin crawl and the thud of the knob falls to the floor. You audibly gasp, seeing how you are now stuck here with this thing. There’s no way out.

He turns around and stares intensely at you, his eyes slowly fading from that crimson red to a black-blue color. His fangs are still visible and the blood covering his face makes him still look terrifying. 

Elvis starts to pace the room and frustratedly runs his hands through his jet-black hair. 

“I should have when I had the chance… fuck! Why can’t you fucking forget! This would be so much easier if you could just forget what you’ve seen!” He yells at you. 

“How the fuck do you expect me to just forget about all of that!? Are you insane?!” You accuse. 

In a blink, he’s in your face and you feel a gush of wind to follow. You’re stuck face to face with his fangs dangerously close to your face, his large frame looming over you and try to squirm away. He holds you still, his cold hands like frozen vises around your arms. His eyes pierce into yours and he he traces your bottom lip with his finger. You can’t help but recoil from him in horror, unsure of what he might do to you anymore. 

“I repulse you, don’t I?” He growls. 

You feel like you could pass out any second and scratch at him and try to push away his chest. He doesn’t even budge and a low growl forms from deep within his chest. 

“Elvis, please,” you beg. 

“Yes or no, tell me! Do I repulse you?” He seethed.

You gasp and more tears fall across your face, “y-y-yes! Please get away don’t hurt me!” You beg.

His hand hovers over the left side of your chest and carefully places it over your heart. He sucks in a sharp breath in through his teeth and exhales. 

“God, your heart. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. How can something so beautiful be attracted to something so hideous,” he sneers. 

He can hear your heart?…

You feel your heart gallop quicker and he smiles because of this. 

His hand then trails up to your neck and pauses there, rubbing slow circles there at the bruise. He looks at you hungrily, like he didn’t get enough from that girl and you’re next on the menu. 

From the look in your eyes, he sees the horror washed over you and he groans in frustration. He quickly walks away towards the bathroom to wipe his face clean. After some time, he comes back out and slowly walks toward you, his fangs no longer present but his eyes are still a dark blue.  

You’re paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move even if you tried. He calmly sits across from you in the red chair he sat in the other night and doesn’t make a sound. 

“This can’t be happening,” you whimper, “monsters aren’t real…” you say getting lost in thought. You look back at him and there’s so much hurt in those eyes it kills you. 

“You’re a… you’re a vampire. How the fuck is that possible?” You ask frazzled. 

He nervously plays with his rings and looks down. 

“There’s a lot in this world you don’t understand,” he mutters. You hug your knees to your chest and try to figure out what you want to say next. 

“That poor girl! You could have killed her. What stops her from going to the police?!” You chastise. 

“She won’t. She won’t even remember a thing,” he grumbles. 

Like any of this could get any more confusing, you stare at his slumped demeanor. 

“What?! Of course she’ll remember! You bit her!” You scream. 

He looks up at you harshly and that look shuts you up. 

“I have abilities… abilities to compel people to do anything I want. So if I want them to forget, they will.” He explains. 

You sit there in shock, expecting the worst from this new admission. 

“Oh my… Jesus. Have you… compelled me?! Throughout any of our time together, have you?!” You yell. 

He chuckles to himself and pushes his hair off his forehead. 

“No, believe me I’ve tried, but I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” You ask confused. He continues to laugh, amused by your incessant questions. 

“Do you really want to be compelled by me? That’s a really silly thing to ask. Having to do every last thing I desire? But no. You’ve done all those things willingly with me under no compelling,” he boasts with a sly grin on his face. 

You look away and still feel the room spinning. The bile that formed in your throat lingers and you try to push it down. There were too many questions forming in your head at once and tried to figure out what you wanted to get from him next. 

Your mind races to the beginning, from the first day you met him, and try to remember what other signs you missed. 

Oh god. 

The champagne bottle. 

The look he had when you were standing in front of him, blood dripping down your arm and spreading across his fingers when he held your wrist that first day on the job.

“The bottle I broke… what did you do with it,” you ask scared. “Did you… drink my blood?”

He looks up at you slyly and grins. 

“Okay fine, let’s start from the beginning.”

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Quick Strategy

After hiding in a side corridor and giving the spider the slip, I'm able to properly assess everyone's emotions. I'm more or less calm, Asmo's freaking out, Lucifer's over it, and MC...

For once, I can't read them.

"We need to figure out a way to soothe this beast," Lucifer remarks quietly. "Otherwise, we're not getting out of here alive."

"And how are we supposed to do that?!" Asmo exclaims, causing MC to hush him for being too loud. "We don't have anything at our disposal!"

"That's not entirely true," MC replies.

"What do you even mean, Zephyr? Of course it's true!"

"Your charm. It's tied to your demonic power."

"But I've never charmed an animal! At least, not on purpose! Besides, I've not dealt with something this huge before. I don't think I'm powerful enough to stop a giant spider in its tracks."

"Maybe not on your own, but if your power is combined with someone else's, then you'll be able to calm this spider down, and we can go home." Is MC doing what I think they're doing?

"How do we go about doing that?" Lucifer sighs.

"Unfortunately, the quickest and most painless way would be for you to make a pact with Solomon," he answers. "From what I've heard, he's powerful enough to draw out and enhance your demonic power." I never thought I'd see the day. Lucifer actually agreeing with me about pacts?

Granted, he's not the one getting one from me, but still. He's made it clear many times before that he doesn't want my magic anywhere near him or his brothers.

"But don't feel like you have to if you don't want to," MC quickly adds. "It's very difficult to undo a pact with someone, so you need to be completely sure that you want it before getting one."

Okay, now I'm confused. Surely MC remembers the situation with the snake, right? That's why they brought up his charm in the first place, isn't it?

"In this particular situation, however, it is the most viable option. You'd still be able to keep some autonomy this way, and that won't be possible if you choose me or Zephyr."

"Quit forcing the issue, Lucifer."

Oh. I get it. MC's still pissed that Asmo got manipulated into making a pact with me.

But I'm not the one pulling strings this time, which makes their objection that much more baffling. They seem to be bumping heads with Lucifer a lot more frequently in this timeline, and I have no idea why. Is it related to a power struggle that I don't know about, or is it something else entirely?

"Zephyr, believe me, I'm not a big fan of the idea. I don't trust Solomon as far as I can throw him, and I have no doubt in my mind that he's going to abuse this pact with my brother." Wow, Lucifer. I'm standing right here. "However, desperate times call for desperate measures, and I don't know about you, but I'd really like to not become that spider's lunch."

"What's this about keeping my autonomy?" Asmo asks. MC diverts their attention away from Lucifer and answers,

"A pact between a human and a demon works both ways. He has the ability to control you, but you can also do the same to him if the mood strikes you."

"How interesting..." Asmo's deep in thought. Now's my chance.

"If we make this pact, I promise I will do anything you ask me to," I quietly tell him, causing his eyes to light up.

"Anything?" I nod. "You'll actually allow me to charm you into submission whenever I please?"

"Yes." I know MC probably thinks I'm lying, but the truth is, I've already agreed to this arrangement with him. Initially, it was proposed as payback for me taking advantage of him while he was drunk.

But as time's passed, I've actually come to like having Asmo controlling me occasionally. It's a nice way to shut my brain up for a bit and allows me to genuinely relax. No thoughts; just Asmodeus.

The Avatar of Lust smiles as I hear something scuttling across the floor.

"Then let's make it official. I'll make a pact with you, Solomon."

"Better make it quick, because I think our spider friend's returned," MC warns us.

Thankfully, I know how to do exactly that.

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everybody plays the fool

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

request: not requested, just based on personal experience & struggles rn lol

warnings: fluff, angst, loving someone else who is in a relationship, hurt, unrequited love? kinda?

note: recently experienced this with someone very important to me so super slay! some of these quotes are exactly what he said, which is kinda funny to use them in a fic. anyway, enjoy your early christmas present since i havent posted in 9 months!!!

remus lupin was not a bad person by any means, no, but at the present moment, you wish he was so you had some kind of 'backup' for your hurt.

you and remus had been close for a number of years, your relationship flourishing once you joined the order. he was very protective and observant of you, ready to jump into action if you needed his help - but he was not overwhelming. he respected you, that much was clear, and if you needed him to care for you, he'd be there in a heartbeat.

his standing with romantic relationships was something that you were not always 100% clear on, and you never pushed him to clarify or share that part of his life with you. but members of the order had told you of past partners, and to your knowledge, he was single - and life was good. you felt comfortable being a bit more flirty with him and hanging around him more often than usual. remus never seemed to mind and was glad to have you around, and your heart fluttered like a golden snitch.

well, up until you found out he had a girlfriend.

when word had spread, you backed off immediately. flirting with him, making suggestive comments, and of the sorts was no longer your place, and while it stung, you respected it. ruining a relationship was not on your bucket list. but really, you shouldn't have worried too much about yourself.

remus had been showing you around grimmauld place, as sirius typically had old photos of their younger selves, and when you had discovered a bunch of old polaroids of the marauders, remus was quick to delve into his past at hogwarts. you ran your thumb over the photos, fondly looking at the group of boys.

you glanced up at remus, "i have to say, rem, this photo looks nothing like you," a soft laugh escaping your lips.

remus chuckled, "that was when i was young, y/n, full of hopes and dreams, handsome. you missed my prime."

you laughed along with him, but you sensed part of words held a bit of truth behind them, "i feel robbed of not being around during your prime, with the way you describe it."

remus shrugged, a sigh escaping him, "yes, well, that was when i used to be somewhat attractive and before all of this madness."

the words slipped before you could stop, "in a non-weird, platonic way, you're still attractive so don't let time control your happiness and contentment with your life, remus."

he blushed from your words, smiling lightly, "in a non-weird, platonic way, i kind of like that you said that."

you looked at one another, your lips mindlessly swiping over your lips. remus cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that-"

you shook your head, "no, i overstepped - i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable..."

it was now remus's turn to shake his head, a soft smile on his face, "we both apologized, so i think we're even, darling. I'll see you at dinner."

after that first encounter, you decided to put some distance between you and lupin; you had figured it was the best option in avoiding any kind of awkward tension. and, for the most part, it worked. there were a few instances where you had to interact, but it was for the order and while things weren't necessarily awkward, it settled your mind.

soon enough, christmas had rolled around and yourself, along with the rest of the order and the kids, had decided to spend the holidays at grimmauld place. the house was bustling with such positive, happy energy and it was exactly what you needed.

remus and yourself were currently outside on the steps, sitting down as you people-watched. it was quite calming, had you not been a bit anxious considering it was your first time being alone with him in a while.

"so," remus started, "how have you been? i feel like we have not seen each other in a while."

you turned to him, smiling lightly, "good! currently doing a lot of raids for the ministry and sometimes that includes sleeping outside and just waiting. not ideal, but it's...life."

remus raised his eyebrows, "that's hell! you deserve better than that - do you have anywhere to sleep, like a tent?"

you shrugged, "sometimes we can conjure one, other times we decide to wait it out."

playing with his fingers, remus blew out a breath, "i'd say i would join you, but considering we spend enough time together here as it is, I'm not sure that it would be as fun."

you shook your head, "you said it yourself, we haven't seen each other in a while - it would be a blast having you there, if it weren't for the ministry." remus smiled at your reply.

soon enough, remus and you fell into a routine whenever you both were at grimmauld place: talking a stroll outside, sharing stories about your childhoods and memories that held importance, before heading back inside for the night.

you were incredibly thankful for grimmauld place. it had become a home, somewhere to rely on if you just needed some bustling of life, socialization, or love. tonight, an important quidditch playoff was on, and soon enough, the adults were becoming tipsy due to muggle alcohol.

you wouldn't have taken any action if remus's girlfriend was around, but she wasn't, so you took this opportunity to help the lycanthrope upstairs and into bed.

"remus lupin, you party animal," you chuckled, helping him discard of his shoes and vest. his face was a bit flushed as he laughed, "y/n, i-i don't want to-to be, but if i must."

with a snort, you shook off remus's vest, "even when drunk, you're still able to form coherent, intelligent sentences. here," you paused, placing some muggle ibuprofen and water on his bedside table, "take care of yourself for tomorrow morning."

remus gave a slightly-drunken smile, "thanks for taking care of me."

you folded up his vest, placing it on a chair in his bedroom, "of course, anything for the best guy around."

he groaned, "you don't have-have to say that, it's not true."

in your head, you sighed, 'oh merlin, please do not a self-pity drunk, remus.'

you sat down next to him on the bed, "rem, I'm not sure where that thought came from, but you are an amazing guy - you're the best. none of this negative self-talk, okay?"

remus laid back, eyes glossing over, "i'm sorry if i don't live up to that all the time, if i changed your perception of me."

you leaned over, grasping his hand, "remus, life isn't about keeping score or living up to expectations. it's about loving the way that you are living and as long as you are happy, that is the most important thing. be kinder to yourself, rem."

remus sighed, holding onto your hand a bit tighter, "ah, I'm just rambling...but y/n, i appreciate you, genuinely. i love you."

pang.

you gave a saddened smile, but hid it well enough that he didn't ask questions, "i love you too, remus."

remus then began giggling to himself, hiding his face between his hands. you laughed as well, unsure as to why, but he had brightened your gloomy feelings immediately. with a squeeze of his hand, you questioned remus, "what's got you so giggly, lupin?"

he laughed softly once more, "just-just thinking about the time i slept at the top of the astronomy tower."

your eyebrows raised high with surprise, "excuse me? when was this, and can we do it at some point?"

remus nodded his head excitedly, "of course, darling. it-it was a few years ago, yes, but quite fun! but, i should warn you - it gets veryyyy chilly up there." his eyes went wide, as though remembering the cold, and shivered. you tightened the blanket around him.

with a smile, you continued, "no worries, we'll bring our fair share of pillows and blankets, don't worry, rem."

remus looked over at you, his drunkenness slowly leaving his body, "can we share, y/n?"

as if you'd say no.

"of course, remus, whatever you'd like."

"hmm, no pillow wall."

you raised an eyebrow, "pillow wall? for what, rem?"

he hummed, "to separate us, but we don't need one...i like it when you call me that, rem."

your face flushed red, but hope he didn't notice as he continued, "i tend to get hot in the middle of the night."

'don't agitate the conversation, don't encourage it.'

"well, rem, unfortunately i'm the exact opposite and i get cold in the middle of the night."

remus softly chuckled, playing with your fingers, "oh, so you may need help to warm up? you know, you could always get warmer...there are certainly some ways."

shit.

you sighed, a sad smile on your face as you brushed remus's hair back, "get some sleep before you say something you might regret. goodnight, rem." and with that, you left the room in a hurry.

you cried that night, upset and angry at yourself for playing into his drunken flirting and suggestive tones. he clearly didn't know what he was saying, but you did, and took advantage of that. ugh, you hated how that made you feel. he had a girlfriend who he loved (you assume), and what you said and suggested...oh god, how were you two going to be friends?

remus awoke the next morning, aware of what he had said. if he was being honest, he knew what he said to you as he wasn't really that drunk. and he knew once you were aware of that fact, you'd be even more upset at him. getting out of bed, remus was met with the smell of tea, which wafted through the house until he saw you outside on the steps, knee bouncing nervously.

the lycanthrope met you outside and without looking behind you, you knew who it was. remus sat down beside you, tonks on his mind as he tried to formulate what he was going to say. nymphadora was his priority, his girlfriend, his love. but why did he do this to her, to you?

"how're you feeling this morning? any hangover symptoms?" you questioned, just trying to move past the awkwardness.

remus shrugged, "i feel fine, believe it or not. how are you?"

you bit your lip, "okay. didn't get much sleep, wasn't able to shut my brain off." or your tears.

remus glanced at you; you looked exhausted and with the fresh-looking bags under your eyes, he knew you cried. and with that knowledge, his heart panged.

you took in a shaky breath before whispering, "are we okay after last night? i-i couldn't sleep because of it."

remus sighed, nodding his head, "i couldn't either, darling."

you cringed, and he noticed.

remus continued, "it's not on you, y/n, it's on me, and i'm sorry. it was a shitty thing of me to do."

you looked down, your fingernails becoming the most interesting thing in the world, "I'm sorry, too. i shouldn't have continued the conversation. it's not all on you, rem."

remus looked towards you but your head remained down, "y/n...i-i think we both went with it but it got real at some point but i did that." he paused before continuing, "let me take responsibility."

you furrowed your eyebrows, meeting his eyes once you looked up, "remus, you were drunk, i fed into your drunken conversation-"

he interrupted you, "if we're being honest, i wasn't that drunk. let me be better, y/n, please."

your heart ached as it shattered into pieces, trying to mend itself back together. he wasn't that drunk when he said those things to you last night? you became increasingly confused, upset, angry, heartbroken. this man had worked his way into your heart, becoming not only a true friend, but someone you loved. and when a flirty conversation began taking a turn, he knew exactly what he was doing, saying.

but you couldn't have him, and the way this conversation is headed, you would never.

"i just want us to be okay," you whispered the half-truth, wishing you could say what you truly wanted from him. that you wanted him.

remus grasped your hand before letting go as he felt you tense, "you are not in the wrong at all, y/n. we are more than okay."

with a nod, you bit your lip once more, "just-just let me know if i overstep, okay?"

the lycanthrope looked over your face before turning towards the street, "i wanted you to overstep last night, y/n, so take that worry and throw it away. i truly wasn't that drunk, and what i said - what i did - was unfair and selfish, and i won't do it again."

you wanted to sob. he wanted you to overstep, to break his resolve concerning you and his current relationship. remus lupin may not have been entirely sober but he was aware of what he wanted, and he doesn't deny it. this was his way of moving on, of validating your feelings and hoping it wouldn't affect anything. he'd get past it, he had to. he loved nymphadora.

but you loved him. remus lupin gave you thousands of butterflies in your stomach to the point where it made you nauseous. you showed up to grimmauld place more often than you liked just for the off-chance of seeing remus. your autonomic body functions shut down and your palms became increasingly sweaty at the thought of him. you were enamored with remus lupin, but he was enamored with someone else who he didn't see as often as you.

you were the fool in the game of love. you were there as a convenience.

you wanted to tell him that you loved him, that thinking of him made you nauseous - but in a romantic way. you want to know what it is like to kiss him, to wake up next to him, to say "i love you" in a romantic sense.

before you realized it, tears began running down your cheeks. remus turned you towards him, wiping your tears. you felt as though you were going to be sick.

"i'm sorry i made you cry," he whispered, remorse and guilt heavy in his tone. he knew what you were feeling.

you shook your head, making remus move his hands as you wipied your tears, "ugh, no, emotions are just dumb."

remus sighed with a nod, "that they are, and they get us into trouble."

your mind was racing.

he continued, "but having and expressing them is the most important thing any of us can do. whether we are overstepping or not." more tears began to flow as remus finished, "that's why everyone loves you so much; emotions are your superpower. i love working alongside you, and knowing you, y/n. truly."

with a tear-ridden face, you turned to remus and gave him a sad smile, "thank you, remus." with a pause, wondering if you should say anything else, you continued, "I'll see you inside."

before he could say anything else, you went inside and up to your bedroom, the covers becoming your comfort and safe place for your tears.

you were utterly in love with remus lupin, but he was utterly in love with nymphadora tonks. and while you guessed that remus knew your feelings towards him, he had an obligation to her, history with her, and you'd never compare. you wanted to overstep, but doing so would be wrong. you knew that time would pass, that you'd get over remus lupin eventually, but at the moment, he owned your heart while he loved someone else.

you assumed, that everybody plays the fool at some point in the game of love.

[dmc-brainrot]

The Devil in my Eyes (part 3)

Dante (DMC5) x reader

warnings: young! reader (late 20s), slow burn (there's nsfw in this one though), virgin! reader, human! reader,  gender neutral! reader (no pronouns are used), size difference, smut (minors DNI), fingering, unprotected sex, cumming on body

summary: Dante comforts you after your emotional outburst in a way you didn't expect to enjoy so much

word count: 2.5k

chapter 1 | chapter 2

>> AO3 version

a.n: I'm very very embarrassed to share this, I never wrote sex scenes before and I'm also sick, so if you see the tenses changing from past to present please forgive me I have a fever and couldn't sleep so I finished writing this.

(requests open)

You didn’t know what exactly came over you but both your lips were touching. Something stupid Dante said, a silly laugh shared between the two of you, and then... a kiss. You and Dante kissed for a good while, it wasn’t rough or strange, it was... sweet and gentle and it made you feel different. Once you pulled away from one another, you simply stared at him with what could be interpreted as a surprised expression.  Dante looked back with a smile.

“I-“ You began, but your tongue seemed to be stuck in the back of your throat. You didn’t know who kissed first, if it was you, or him, or maybe both at the same time. You didn’t know what to say, if you should apologize, or play along, or just stay quiet... regardless, you ended up staying quiet like an idiot.

“I think we both know what we want right now” Dante spoke before you had the chance to. “Don’t think too hard about it, okay?”

"Dante-" You tried to object, but it was fruitless. He was kissing you again and you couldn't resist his lips against yours. You were so nervous. What was going to happen? Were you two seriously doing this?

Dante kissed you a bit more passionately this time, his hands finding their way around your waist and slowly but surely pressing you down against the couch you two were in. You could feel the weight of his body against yours and you struggled to figure out what to do with your hands. You eventually settled into holding the back of his head, as he maintained your kiss for a while longer.

Once he pulled away again, your cheeks were flushed red and you stared at him with an indescribable expression. A mixture of desire, fear, insecurity, anxiety, you couldn't tell. Once more, he seemed to take note of it, and smiled.

"If you want to stop, you can tell me" He spoke.

"I-" Words failed you. Did you? Part of you wanted this to happen, while another was afraid of what'd happen afterwards. Would things be different? "....I want this." You finally said, albeit soft and weakly.

That was enough for him. He leaned back and took off his shirt, tossing it aside and exposing his figure. Your mind couldn't help but go back to the vision you had of him the night before, when he was laying on his bed in full display. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought.

"I'll take off yours now, okay?" Dante asked, and you nodded slowly, before feeling his large hands reach down and remove your shirt, tossing it aside as well. You could feel his gaze on you and on your body and there was nothing but pure amusement in his face as he took in your figure. You couldn't help but feel shy.

Next thing you know, he's leaned down on top of you, feeling your skin and using his hands to grope you gently, going to your sides and rubbing them softly, making you gasp. You squirmed a little under his touch, not because you wanted him to stop, but because the sensations were almost overwhelming to you.

Dante let soft kisses against your skin, your chest, your stomach, until he reached the rim of your pants, making you shudder in reflex. Once he got there however, he leaned away and sat up, holding you by the hips now and spreading your legs a little, fitting you underneath him.

"Do you want to move somewhere more comfortable?" Dante asked in a quiet tone, you could feel the hair on your body stand up by the way he sounded.

"Please...?" You asked softly, and again, it was as if everything you said was an order Dante was more than happy to fulfill.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his room, opening the door with his foot and entering.

His room wasn't anything impressive, it looked just like yours except with a TV and some trash around tucked away in the corners. He placed you on the bed gently and didn't waste time getting on top of you and kissing your neck. A small sound escaped your throat as he kept going, his scruffy beard rubbing against your skin as his lips marked your skin.

You weren't this kind of person. You never did this with anyone, and even your ex of 2 years got fed up with your attitude. So why him? Why were you willing to do this with a man you've only met a few days ago?

Despite the attention you were receiving on your body, your mind wandered and made you feel guilty. Did this make you a slut? Nobody would know about it...but deep down you kind of felt like one.

Dante pulled away, using one of his hands to turn your face towards him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, making you look back.

"N-Nothing's wrong." You respond shakily.

"You're tensing up... " Dante spoke, one of his hands caressing the side of your leg up and down. "Nervous?"

"....Yeah..."

"I'll take it easy, okay?" Dante reassured, kissing your forehead, but before he leaned back, you wrapped your arms around his neck a little.

"....Do you think I'm a slut?" Your voice came out like a whisper, but made Dante stay in place.

"...Why would I think that?" He looked back at you with his icy blue gaze, hands now resting beside you on the pillow.

"...Because we've known each other for only a couple of days and... we're already doing this" You sheepishly responded, looking to the side before meeting his gaze again.

"...Ah... I see." Dante pulled away, sitting up so he could look at you better. "Do you feel bad for your first time being like this? Is that it?"

"N-No! I mean... well, I never pictured it'd go like this before, but... I don't know"

"...It's fine, do you wanna stop?"

It was almost humiliating how open minded and relaxed Dante seemed about everything that ever happened. You practically living there, your tantrum, the fact you suck at absolutely everything, your lack of experience, and even this... Did he not get bothered?

You looked back at him and bit your lip. You were always like this... so insecure, so unsure of things, unable to take the initiative and simply letting things happen, letting people get to you and not the other way around. You were sick of it.

You weren't a child anymore, you were a free person, no strings attached, and Dante was right here to make you forget about everything at least for one night.

"No." Escaped your lips. "I want you, Dante."

Dante smiled, showing his teeth, and you could see his sharp canines poking out from his lips. He leaned down again and with a swift movement removed your pants, tossing them aside along with your shoes and your socks, leaving you just in your underwear.

There was a visible size difference between you two. He was massive, not only in size but in muscle as well. You felt small underneath him, but it felt thrilling as well.

He kept on loving your body, groping and rubbing some sensitive spots throughout you with his hands, while using his lips to plant kisses across your skin. Every time his lips and warm breath reached the rim of your underwear you felt a shiver going down your spine, making your back arch softly.

You could feel your body warming up at the sensation he was spreading throughout your skin, and soon, his lips met yours again. You felt his weight against you and how firmly his hands held you by the hips, and you wrapped your arms around him again to pull him closer.

Your kisses were more passionate now, despite you being a little sloppy he didn't seem to mind. He opened his mouth and waited for your permission to go further, which you allowed to happen, your tongues swirling together as small sounds escaped you.

You were getting really hot and bothered with all of this attention, and you could feel Dante was getting rather excited as well. He bucked his hips and grinded against you, and you could feel his cock rub against you through the fabric of his pants. The feeling was exhilarating, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought.

After some sloppy tongue kisses, he pulled away to breathe, and your gaze wandered automatically to the bulge that had formed in his pants. You felt absolutely dirty doing this, and the sight only made it worse. But you couldn't tell if you were regretting agreeing to this, or if you were excited to do something you've never done before.

He unzipped his pants and removed them with some difficulty. He seemed almost impatient to get them off of him. You giggled a little as you watched him struggle, and you could swear you could see him blushing a little, a smile coming to his face.

"Don't laugh, hold on" Dante smiled, finally able to remove his pants and also his underwear, exposing his form fully to you now.

Your cheeks were also dusted red upon the sight. You wondered thousands of things, but you were too shy to share your concerns out loud.

"Alright, now for the fun part~" He smirked, leaning down and removing your underwear at a slow and teasing pace, sliding it down your legs before tossing it aside as well. He could see you were already pretty excited.

He took out some lube from the nightstand beside you and put a little bit on his fingers, rubbing them against your entrance before pushing one finger in.

The sensation made you arch your back almost instantly, and your breath got stuck in your throat. You felt his finger move and your eyes could barely stay open. You don't even notice when he sticks another finger in and begins to move.

He notices your expression and can't help but stroke himself as well with his free hand, continuing to work his fingers in you for a few moments longer before removing them. 

You try to recompose yourself but before you could even breathe, the tip of his cock was already rubbing against you. You closed your eyes tight, expecting something that never came. You opened one of your eyes and look up at him.

"Dante...?"

"You look so scared... can I really do this?" Dante smiled, holding you by the legs and lifting them up until they reached your shoulders.

"Ah...Y-Yes....sorry"

"Don't apologise. If you wanna tap out at any time, just tell me to stop"

You nod... just by the position you're now in you feel like quitting. This was so embarrassing, he could probably see all of you from where he was sitting. God. You cover your face with both hands but feel Dante kiss against them.

"I want to see your face" he whispered in a raspy tone against your hands, making you shudder and slowly uncover it. He's right in front of you and you can feel him rub against you.

"D-Dante-" You whimper, and see him smile, before thrusting himself inside.

Your vision whitened almost instantly, once more your breath feels stuck in your throat and your whole body tenses up. There's a burning and stinging sensation spreading throughout your body originating from your lower region.

He didn't move, watching the range of expressions and whimpers you were showcasing to him as you adapted to the current situation.

You could feel Dante slowly pull out, inserting himself inside you once more, this time a bit gentler, making the pain  be slightly subdued by the friction. You could also hear him whisper against your ear 'relax, it's okay' over and over and kissing away any tears that developed in your eyes.

"Let me know when I can move" Dante whispered, gently rubbing your thighs as he still held you up.

"O-Okay...." You whimper, small tears still filling your eyes.

You try to control your breathing and relax... it takes a while but you eventually give Dante a nod for him to move.

The feeling that comes afterwards is ultimately euphoric. He leans himself closer to you, your legs resting against his shoulders. He holds your hands and intertwines your fingers together, pressing them both against the pillows, and with this action you feel him slipping further inside your body.

You moan, as if completely forgetting this had been painful a second ago. He holds you down the bed firmly, as if you could slip away at any second, and thrusts inside you. His hips move and with every thrust a new sound escapes your lips, which seems to only excite him more.

The only sounds in the room are both of your moans and the sound of him thrusting himself into you, but you're so overwhelmed by the pleasure you don't hear anything really. Your eyes are barely open and you notice his expression... He seemed to be trying to keep himself together. You wonder why, but you also didn't care that much. He's biting his lower lip and you can see red tinting his lip where he's biting it. There are deep groans that escape his throat that make him sound like an animal, trying to keep himself tamed.

You didn't know how to properly process this but there was something building up inside your lower stomach that made the situation even more euphoric.

Dante could feel your body tensing up occasionally based on his thrusts, your insides squeezing him and it was getting harder and harder to keep things at an easy pace for you. You noticed this as he began to quicken up the pace and tried to reach deeper inside you. You tried telling him to slow down but you were overtaken by the feeling of him inside you.

His groans got more animalistic with time, and he could feel himself growing closer to his end. You could feel it too, and you couldn't even make any more sounds at this point as he reached a spot that felt way too nice. His thrusts get slower and deeper as he is reaching his climax, and you're a whimpering mess underneath him as you reach yours.

With some final thrusts, you feel him pull out and a whimper escaping you as he does, not used to the sensation. You opened your eyes afterwards to see him stroking himself, and soon enough climaxing over your lower stomach.

You were breathing deeply as he lowered you from him and laid next to you, catching his breath as well. You have no words, you can only try to gather your thoughts as you feel lightheaded and a bit nauseous.

"Dante..." You managed to whisper, looking back at him with a weak and tired gaze.

"Just relax...I'll clean you up in a bit" He reassured you, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead.

For someone who said previously he only did casual hookups he was being awfully caring... You wondered if there was something more to him that he wasn't telling you...

Before you could ask anything however, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and you succumbed to sleep.

[bastetwastaken]

Character intro: Aviditas/ Avi

"The desires of the heart are powerful, they can lead to both ecstasy and ruin. Lucky for you, I’m an expert in both."

His head rolled to the side as he was overcome with fatigue, but instead of finding an empty room, his eyes fell on a figure sat perched on the back of his sofa. He couldn't work out what it was exactly… some sort of bird…human…goat thing. Maybe he was hallucinating in his final moments. He frowned, trying to focus on the creature he thought he could see but his vision was blurry. "Aw, not gone yet, hm?" The strange figure spoke as it crossed its arms, dark feathered wings fluttering behind it. "That's okay, I can wait." That captivating voice certainly sounded human, but he couldn't understand why whoever was here had so many extra non-human parts. He squinted at it, lifting his head slowly for a better look. The things wings spread out behind it, framing a beautiful human looking figure perfectly. Wait, was this an angel? Had it come to take him to whatever came next? His lips parted and he tried to speak but it hurt his throat and all that came out was a harsh whisper. "What are you?" A smooth chuckle reached his ears and he found himself fixated on the creature before him. It tilted its head and said nothing as for a moment, it simply…watched him. "A Demon, of course." The other said with a smile, unsettlingly sharp teeth on full display. "I was here to finish you off, but it looks like you've done my job for me, I owe you one." A wink. "Come find me in Hell when you get settled in, hm? I'll show you a good time as a thank you~"

The need to know basics:

Age: Around 4786

Pronouns: Any pronouns, demons have no gender so Avi will simply conform to human perceptions of gender subject to his needs.

Sexuality: Yes. Personality: - Talkative - Flirty - Outgoing - Charismatic - Excitable Occupation: - Incubus/succubus. - Entertainer at an adult club on earth

Habits/Mannerisms: - Very lose morals (if he even knows what morals are) - Carries a small notebook with them which contains strange symbols and he writes in it periodically, especially when he hears something interesting. - Often blunt, but not in a harsh way just in the way that he sees things in a simplified way mostly. - Can get very excitable over new interesting things. - Draws people to him. - Able to talk his way out of almost anything.

Background: - Aviditas is a Latin name which means longing, desire, lust. It was given to him just after his creation. - Avi was never human, instead he is a hell born Incubus. He’s never been alive, or known an existence before that he has now. - Life in hell for them isn’t exactly easy. They are expected to do whatever their master says, without question, and he has done this for a long time. - Before a human changes the way he see's the world, he's never had many aspirations and always accepted the way things are as how they should be, but once his mind is opened, he's not sure he can ever go back to blind obediance...

Avi’s demonology comes from the representation of demons in both Christianity and Hebrew text.

Demons are essentially angels who failed to follow gods instructions, they’re not always inherently evil, more independent actors that aren’t so different from a human in terms of actual morality. However, some demons have their own agenda and can be tempted by primal desires, whilst others are directly influenced by the demons in charge in Hell and actively serve those demons' agendas.

There are demons who worship god, demons who are genuinely good-they’re just very quiet about it.

Avi speaks, reads and writes Enochian, (an occult constructed language which is spoken by angels and demons and other celestial entities, thought to be the first language of christ.) but since his job relies on communication he can also speak any human language as if it’s his own. It’s kind of like the Allspeak of the gods in Norse mythology. He does struggle to read though, often relying on text to speech to use modern technology, and he cannot write any human language. He’s never needed to learn how. Anyone not of angelic/demonic origin won’t be able to understand Enochian, it’s just not able to be perceived by the human mind. It will be possible to see the symbols though if Avi writes them out.

So he’s a demon, but what can Avi actually do?

Only certain kinds of demons can possess people. Avi cannot possess a person or an animal, but he can take their form and mimic them perfectly if he knows enough about them.

For Avi's power to fully work, he has to create a moment of weakness in the target. This is often easy for him to do through temptation. Once the person accepts him, invites him in, or falls for his charm then he is able to use his power on them.

Avis power will make even the lightest of touches feel intense to someone, everything with him will feel so much better than it ever has done with any other person. This is so he can create a stronger desire in someone and therefore have more Lust to feed on.

He can hypnotise his prey to make sure they don’t fully realise what he is. At any point he can blur the lines a little and make the person think he’s just a regular human who’s very good at what he’s doing. This is why he isn’t worried about showing his demonic features even in human form although generally if he’s out in public or doing his human job, he will keep his horns and wings hidden but he likes those things about himself so is reluctant to do so.

Avi can create obsession in a person, it’s a kind of defence mechanism and survival trait. He can make someone willing to protect him, fight for him, keep him safe from other threats to the point where they will willingly die for him. He can make them act impulsively, take risks they might not have done before and even change their personality entirely.

He can create obsession by visiting a person frequently, being intimate with them often and imprinting on them so they feel unable to live without him. He makes them feel like they desperately need him around, and this suits him fine when he needs to secure longer term food or has to hide from something. It will not be clear to the person under his spell what’s going on, but his spell can be broken by his own choice or by force if the right methods are used. (Avi will not be able to do this to a person who’s heart already belongs to another). Obsession can also occur accidentally if Avi is not careful to detach himself from a person.

Avi can sometimes become attached to a human. He tries not to do this, but if it does happen then Avi will become the irrational one. He’ll swear to protect the person, risk his own life to do so and may also stop feeding off others in favour of spending time with the person. - It’s more like an addiction for Avi though than actual feelings, he just follows his instinct which tells him he needs that person and can’t let them go.

Demons have mates, but Avi has not yet found one. He doubts he ever will find one, but this also means that he can accidentally imprint on humans he feeds on and bond with them, although the bonding part has to be consensual. It would be possible for a human to become Avi’s mate, but that would probably have its own issues due to the fact Avi is immortal and if a demon loses their mate, they cease to exist.

Avi can heal himself easily and can even heal others of simple things if he likes them enough. He can also take pain away with his touch and closeness. He has a very high pain tolerance too, it takes a lot to really hurt him.

His saliva acts as an aphrodisiac.

He can sense the true nature of a soul if he chooses to (although he'll likely only do this when it suits his purpose cause it takes effort)

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Avi is one of the main characters of my fantasy romance between a demon and the human they accidentally saved from death.

The above image was created with Picrew’s “♡ doshi's oc avatar maker ♡“ Link is in the image

[ladydemise7]

Okay so it is 1 am and I'm bored as fuck so I wrote a lil story that's not like complete at all I js wanted to know if it's a good idea. Its a story where Jecka and Nicole don't become friends right off the bat like they do in the game

"Karen, listen I don't know if I can-" Jecka said over the phone. "Jecka you promised! You promised you'll go with me since it's my first party!" "I know, I know but my mom just got mad at me because apparently I'm not preparing for college enough and she's gonna start giving me disciplinary tattoos if she finds out I'm going. You really don't have anyone else you can go with? Like... Ari?" Karen frowned. "You know I don't talk to her.. it's fine I guess. I just won't go."

She felt bad. Karen was telling her about this party that Kelly's throwing in her house the whole week. She really seemed excited too. "Fuck, Karen you're lucky I like you. Fine ill- just.. figure out something." Immediately she could hear squealing. "Thank you Jecka!! Thank you so much" "yea no problem, Karen. I gotta go now tho okay? See you on the party." And she hung up.

She sighed and threw herself on her comfy bed. Since the start of this school year she hasn't been talking to her old friends that much. They all have different lunch periods and she's been stuck forcing herself to try and understand any of the shit Karen and Jeffrey always talk about. She likes Karen but there's not much they have in common. Kelly is a major whore so she doesn't give a fuck about her but other than that she doesn't talk to anyone that much. It's not like she's a loser who's lonely with no friends, far from that, she's a perfect ten, but she doesn't have anyone that understands her like some of her old friends did.

She sighed again and opened her flip phone. On the screen it said 2:34 am. How has it been already an hour since she talked to Karen?? She should go to sleep. So as she does, she takes her earphones and plays whatever is on her shuffle right now and slowly falls asleep.

The day of the party. Everyone from school was invited (except Jeffrey). Jecka was already on her way in her 'Jeckamobile' as Jeffrey called it, to pick Karen up. Karen really needs to stop hanging out with Jeffrey.

For tonight's party she dressed preppy as usual. A white tank top and short jeans shorts. When she pulled up to Karen's house she already saw her waiting at the front. She gets into her car and Jecka turns around to look at her. She was actually not looking that nerdy anymore. The glasses are gone and she has a green dress on.

"Hey K. You're really pretty without glasses" Karen smiled. "You're skeeting on me??" Jecka was instantly horrified. "What the fuck?" "What?" Karen asked innocently. "You gave me a compliment so you're skeeting on me! Right?" "Uh, no-? The fuck, who told you that?" "Oh, the new girl that came to our school this year!" "Who? Nevermind that, never say that again. Skeeting does not mean complimenting people." "What does it mean then?" Jecka struggled. "Uh- I..  wooww look at the time! We should.. like go." She starts to drive and puts on the radio LOUD so she can pretend she doesn't hear Karen's questions in the back.

After a few minutes Jecka turns off the car and steps out. "Okay, Karen? At the party there's gonna be a lot of men who will want to molest you so if that happens, just try to find me, mkay? I'll tell them to fuck off or something." "You're not gonna be with me the whole time?" Jecka looked at the house. A lot of people were already there. "I'm probably going to get fucked up so Uh yeah. I'll try to be around you if you want."

They walk in into the house. Loud music immediately hits their ears. Flashing lights their eyes. Jecka knows exactly how this goes. Kelly's parties are the same boring ones for virgins to get laid. She sees Ari and Emily across the room so she walks to them.

"Hey" she looks at them. On a second thought they look awfully touchy. Like  touchy. And they also smell like alcohol. "Heyy Jecka!! I didn't notice youu, when did you get here??" Ari said, while clinging onto Emily. "Just now, with Karen." Shit. Karen. Where is she? "NO way Bella Swan is here right now. Did she came with a twilight shirt on?" Emily laughed. Ari slowly clinged more onto her. "That's not nicee, Em.... I reaaally want to make out with you"

and so they did and Jecka left as quickly as she could. She took a cup of some alcohol that was on the table, hoping it wasn't mixed with some shit and took a sip. Wait. Fuck, Karen. She really needs to go find her.

She started looking everywhere for her. Crispin bumbed almost 6 times while she was running around the house and said "oohh my bad.. Wanna go out?" every single fucking time. She eventually gave up and texted her 'hey u alr?' And went to sit on a chair.

Suddenly she could her yelling. "Get your fucking hands off me, you dipshit!" Jecka looked over and saw a girl and Kylar. Of course it's Kylar trying to fuck some girl. Except this time she was surprisingly conscious. She barely recognised the girl. It was the new kid who just moved.

She didn't know anything about her, they never talked to each other. She was wearing a blue tanktop, black jeans and her hair in a ponytail. Her hair was actually really pretty. Everyone just got kind of quiet except the music and the girl yelling. "Oh come onn-" SLAM!! as soon as Kylar opened his mouth the girl hit him HARD on his face. Some people started clapping some were just shocked. Jecka just stared at the girl who now stood up and looked straight at Jecka.

She didn't break the contact until suddenly Jecka got a text message. "Hi, yeah I'm okay. I went home because I guess parties aren't my thing. Hope you have fun tho!" From Karen. When she went to look back at the girl she was gone. What the fuck.

The party came to an end and everyone went home. Jecka was still thinking about her. The way she hit him and then looked at her.. the way her eyes were incredibly blue even though the lights. Who the fuck was she?

"Who the fuck was she??" Jecka sat with Kelly at lunch. "What? Who?" "Bitch, are you even listening to me I just told you! Did Emily had fucking sales this morning in the bathroom or what the fuck?" Jecka looked annoyed at her. "She did. She even gave me a discount." "You're such- oh my god. Since when do you even do drugs?" "Helps me not think about my cousin." She said like it's a normal thing

"Ew- ew ew okay- just answer my question. Who was the girl that hit Kylar yesterday" suddenly Ari surprisingly sat next to Jecka. "I've got a question!" They looked at her. "Does anyone have Nicole's phone number??" What. "Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with her?" Kelly was too high for this. "Ari, who's Nicole?" "You don't know? Did you see the girl who hit Kylar yesterday? That was Nicole"

Okay..  but why the fuck does she want her number "why the fuck do you want her number?" Jecka looked over at Kelly who was out of it. "No... reason?" Ari tried. "Bitch, you were just making out with Emily and *now* you're on that Nicole suddenly?" "Okay so you don't? Bye" completely ignored the question and left. As the bell rang Jecka slowly stood up too and just left Kelly there. She'll be fine.

She needs to find Nicole. Only because she seemed like the coolest bitch in this whole school. She was at her spot infront of school. Smoking and waiting for the counselour to magically appear as he did everyday. "Jecka, again with the smoking?" And so he did. "Uh.. yeah." She replied awkwardly. "I feel like this is something that I should help you with.. and talk about. We can discuss it in my office today." "Uh I think I'm..  fine. I've.. got uh a family dinner tonight too- so sorry." the only thing she had with her family tonight was arguing and arguing.

After she managed to run from the counselour she went on with her day at school. The same boring shit. She always kept looking for Nicole but she never saw her. After school she went to the mall cos she wanted to buy a new msi CD. She went into the shop with CDs and music stuff, smiled at the cashier incase she gets it for free, because that's just how men work and went to find the one she wanted.

As she finally found it, she saw Emily at the entrance. Then she saw you wouldn't believe who. Nicole. Like her in flesh almost infront of Jecka. This was her chance to talk to her. So she went up to them. "Hey Emily, what're you doing here?" "I just went to say hi to my boyfriend" and pointed at the cashier. Now she's definitely getting the CD for free. She looked at Nicole who was just kind of looking at the CD Jecka was holding. She noticed so she kind of put her hands behind her.

"You listen to msi?" Nicole actually spoke to her. "Oh, yeah. I know I don't look like I do but that's just cause my mom is crazy and she dresses me up." "Cool, my mom's a bitch too." Jecka didn't even notice Emily already left. "What's your name? I'm Nicole." "I'm Jecka" Nicole's face was full of confusion "Your parents named you Jecka?" "Short for Jessica. But that name just screams married at 20" "marriage. Never doing it" "yeah me neither"

Talking to Nicole was actually so easy. "You're the one who hit Kylar at the party right?" She knew she was the one. The eyes, the hair. It matched. "Oh my god, everyone keeps talking about it like it's a big deal. So what? A hot bitch hit a pedophile jock." Jecka chuckled. "I'm so happy someone finally did that.

He was so annoying" Nicole nodded.

"What are you doing with Emily?" "I guess she's cool? So we're friends." Oh right. Jecka's phone made a sound. It was her mom asking where she was. "Oh my fucking godd it's my mom. I gotta go now.. see you in school?" "If I don't skip" and they separated.

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Let's talk about the Familial Bonds AU

So I'm currently at home and looking over all the pages of writing and AU's I've made so far, literally don't know how not to be nervous posting about my own AU's but I think part of it was that I wrote this down a while ago. But! Let's do this anyway.

I started writing this post a full year ago. My grasp on long stretches of time is... slippery at best but goddamn. Evidently I wasn't as close to shaking off my anxiety back then as I thought. Which to be fair is still true now. But I've been sick and miserable this past week as well as incredibly bored and I've been thinking about this AU a lot again lately and I've been trying to find a way to ease myself out of my post college graduation burnout and finally posting this seems like a good way to get the ball rolling. So enough about me, let's finally talk about this AU.

So, going from my notes that I wrote a while ago; You're Family Because I Found You, I Found You Because You're Family (I really had a penchant for long and dramatic titles when I first started writing for Rise). Short name: Familial Bonds AU

AU Summary: Stories in this series fall under the head canon that Casey Jones is Cassandra and Leonardo's biological son. So far there are two(?) stories planned for this series.

Something Unspoken: Despite their close relationship and some obvious signs that Casey was in fact Master Leonardo's son, it was never something they acknowledged. Casey spent his first seven years with his mom, moving around constantly to various resistance bases. In those years Casey only ever saw Leo in passing and hadn't yet made the connection himself-- in spite of having some turtle-y features of his own. Casey came under Leonardo's wing at eight years old after his mom died fighting the krang. Living and learning from Leo allows Casey to figure out their connection pretty quickly, but the fact that Leo himself never seems to bring it up* stops Casey from wanting to bring it up himself. Casey is a bit too young to understand or figure out why Leo never seems to want to talk about it so as the years go on they seem to develop this unspoken understanding that it's just something they don't talk about (even though Leo acts as Casey's father in all but name).

Now that Casey is living in the past with a sixteen-year-old version of his dad he has some very complicated feelings about this whole mess and decides he's just gonna ignore the problem and hope it goes away. (Hint hint, it does not.) But of course, it's not exactly super easy to hide all of his more mutant turtle features so he treads very very carefully to make sure none of them realize he's more closely related to the Hamato's than they initially thought. However this becomes harder and harder as a new branch of the Foot clan** starts creeping into New York's criminal underground, and it becomes clear that they also have a vested interest in the key, which the Hamato's are still struggling to figure out a way to destroy.

From here on my notes actually get pretty spoilery so I'll just keep all that to myself for now and go over some other little details.

*A big thing that I actually ended up getting stuck on (and probably one of the reasons I delayed this for so long) was Leonardo's motivation for not talking to Casey about how they're related. For a while I wondered if it was out of character or unnecessarily cruel for Leo to treat him only as a student and eventually I came upon the conclusion that if nothing else, Leo is his father's son and being emotionally stunted is practically genetic in this family. So his reasons I think are more misguided than anything and still come from a place of caring, if still ultimately rooted in fear. I think being in that place of war and loss and seeing the pain that Casey went through at losing his mother I think Leo might have thought to himself "I can't put this kid through that again." In the bad timeline who lived and who died was never guaranteed, and Leo knew he wasn't excluded from that, so I can see his logic as something along the lines of not wanting to give Casey false hope only to then break his heart again. I don't think he necessarily anticipated living to see the end of the war, or that he and Casey would grow closer anyway. And ultimately Leo is wrong anyway, and he can't spare Casey from the pain, and losing Master Leonardo hurts just as much.

**I like to imagine that the Foot Clan has had a few splinter groups form over the years. I mean, they're a few centuries old it's hard to imagine that some people didn't split off. I like to imagine that the group that eventually made it's way to New York that we see in the show is probably the oldest existing sect, hence why they're still deeply into the world of the mystic as well as savvy enough to build a shell company to finance their endeavors. This new group that's coming in is one that I think dropped out of the mystic world a while ago, and didn't really believe in it. They're more strictly focused on just committing actual crime. But with the New York Foot Clan basically wiped out, and with the invasion changing people's worldview a bit, they seize upon the opportunity they see presented to them. Their interest in the key and in post-invasion New York comes from an interest in the krang technology and weaponry. They're not particularly interested in the krang themselves and they're honestly a little smarter than their predecessors so they don't exactly want to open the floodgates again, but they do still want to study the properties of the key and krang tech for nefarious purposes so it unfortunately falls on the weary Hamato's to stop them (poor kids can't catch a break).

There are a couple of other subplots that unfold in this fic (I've thought about this a lot) but again, in the interest of not getting too too spoilery for now, I think I'll hold those details back for a bit. Let's get into the second story I have planned for this.

The More Things Change: Buckle up gang this is the "Leo loses his arm" fic. After getting ambushed by the new Foot Clan Leo is critically injured and the gang has no choice but to bundle him off to an actual hospital in the Hidden City. As they're all sat in the waiting room Casey starts to wonder if certain things are just inevitable as he thinks back to when Master Leonardo lost his arm. Present Leo is understandably pretty distressed about this new development considering he just got out of recovery for his injuries from the invasion and is of course now wondering how he'll move forward from this and if they'll still be able to execute their plan for getting rid of the Key. Perhaps a little unsurprisingly I don't have a lot of notes for this fic yet because it is a sequel to a fic that hasn't been written yet, but the details will get fleshed out as time goes on and I do have a lot of thoughts about it.

My notes for this AU overall are a bit incomplete, which I'm kinda fine with since I wrote them a long long time ago now and revisiting them now actually gives me a chance to really think about filling in a lot of blanks that didn't come up in my initial ideation process. Like you might notice that for an AU about Casey Jones being both Leo and Cassandra's son that for some reason Cassandra seems to be oddly missing from a lot of the plot?? I'm not sure why I initially forgot to include her for about 90% of this but now I can think of a way to actually put her in and do justice to her character rather than just being Dead Mom(tm) because she's so much cooler than that. And I've also been working on fleshing out everyone else's roles in this story because since I've initially thought of it I've come up with a lot more layers and subplots that fit into this universe that I really want to explore.

That's it for now, thanks for reading <3

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 54

Barry, Rafe, and Jessie pulled up back to Taneyhill right before they lost all daylight. Rafe had his gun securely against Barry's head in the backseat while his wife drove. No words were said the whole way there, yet Rafe and Jessie understood the assignment. Oddly enough, high tension situations were always where they thrived, both somehow always coming together. They got out of the truck and Jessie was suddenly grateful she had her leather jacket on, as she felt a sudden chill across her face from the night air.

Jessie walked closely behind the two men, making sure to kick the 'For Sale' sign right out of the ground. Once they made it to the front door, Jessie unlocked it. She didn't dare to turn on any lights, she knew Barry didn't need any crystal clear views of the house in case he tried to escape.

"You not even gonna give me a tour?" Barry sassed with a slight laugh. He flinched at how quickly Jessie turned her back around to face him, now uncomfortably close to his face. He could see her features illuminated by the moonlight, being sure to drink in her angry eyes and gritted teeth.

"The only reason you're not knocked out cold is because we don't want to carry you. But if you say one more word I won't hesitate to lay your ass out. Got it?"

Barry didn't have a response, at least not one with words. But his smirk was clearly visible. Jessie was disgusted. She rolled her eyes and scoffed as she continued walking to what would be the basement. The dark room was exactly how one would expect. It was the room Ward would occasionally use to "negotiate" with difficult clients. Rafe was only fourteen when he got a first look at what that basement was really used for. And now suddenly he was more than happy to "negotiate".

Just like out of a movie, Barry was put into a single metal chair in the middle of the concrete room, but not without some struggle of course. Regardless, Barry's attempts were no match for Rafe. Furthermore, Jessie would've put a hole in his head if he ever wiggled out of her husband's firm grasp. Rafe put his ex drug dealer firmly in the chair.

"Jessie, hold him."

With that, Jessie took over once Rafe planted Barry's wrists firmly in the restraints on the chair. If Jessie didn't know any better she'd say it was custom made just for "negotiations." Although, she wasn't too phased by it considering some nights in Manhattan were spent just like this, with Tom and Maci by her side. The adrenaline rush she was currently feeling was hard to forget, for her it was like riding a bike. She stared into Barry's soul as she caught her husband grabbing the chains above his head and bringing them down to click in place on the metal restraints. The look of pure fear and regret in Barry's eyes got Jessie's heart racing. She hated to admit it, but she loved the feeling of power. It was all too familiar.

Once Rafe was done they both stepped back and admired the man in front of them, sweating either from nerves or from the single bright light shining on him. He breathed quick, shallow breaths. Jessie was very well versed in reading the signs of people in stressful situations just like these. Maci and Tom took her already natural ability to read people and turned it into a skill that would take her far in the Manhattan Mayhem. She had a unique talent for being able to tell when people were about to crack or when they were bluffing... or when they were about to pass out or even die. Rafe had seen his fair share of negotiations as well, but he was more so the braun of this operation whereas Jessie was the brains. Rafe never missed an opportunity to think with his fists, and Jessie never missed an opportunity to play games with the mind.

"Can I please..." Barry begged through labored breaths and restless limbs. "... have... a cigarette." Barry finally choked out as he swallowed hard. Jessie figured it was to keep himself from throwing up. She had seen a good deal of people puke from the stress, and she could tell he was nearly there. That was the only reason she was about to grant his request.

Rafe and Jessie looked at each other with hard glances and then back at Barry with balled fists. Jessie inhaled deeply and reached in Barry's right pocket of his khaki cargo shorts.

"Considering you look like you're about to puke..." Jessie said in a low, intimidating tone as she slid a Marlboro out of the package and ran it through her fingers slyly. "I'll allow it."

Jessie stuck the cigarette in between Barry's lips. She dug around her leather jacket pockets and eventually found the zippo she never seemed to get rid of. Rafe watched intently as she stuck the flame out just enough for Barry to lean forward and light the Marlboro between his teeth. One hit was enough to calm Barry down just enough to get cocky all over again, albeit not by much.

"So when am I gonna get my money." He asked with narrows eyes and an annoyed expression.

Jessie just laughed and looked up at her husband, who also now shared the same amused expression.

"You really haven't figured it out by now?" Rafe asked. Barry just looked confused. Jessie had so much to say about Barry's clear lack of intelligence and inability to read the room. However, she decided to keep it to herself in the name of tactical intimidation. She just clicked her tongue and laughed.

"You're not getting any money." Jessie simply stated with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders. By now she made her hands comfortable in her jacket pockets, as if she didn't have a care in the world. Barry's eyes went wide as he realized the jig was up. He knew he shouldn't have trusted them.

"You bastards, this is horseshit!" Barry yelled as he leaned in closer. It was obviously ineffective considering his wrists were still secure to the chair.

"Look, if you're gonna yell we're gonna leave." Jessie replied calmly, still not feeling the need to remove her hands from her jacket.

"You bitch, I knew I-"

Barry was cut off by a swift hand to his cheek, but surprisingly, it wasn't Rafe's. Jessie beat him to the punch, literally. She slapped Barry square across his left cheek, undoubtedly catching him off guard. He didn't manage to finish the sentence, instead he just looked at his former customers as if to say "really?"

"Let's go, Rafe."

Jessie slowly turned around, making sure to bore her eyes into Barry once more before turning for the door and walking away, making sure every click of her boots were heard on blood stained concrete. Rafe did the same as he followed behind her.

"Walk him like a dog, sis." Barry joked, just having to have the final word as the steel door shut, leaving Barry with nothing but an echo.

Jessie and Rafe both stopped right outside the door, leaning against it after it closed. They both knew Barry couldn't hear them, so they didn't mind.

"What the hell are we gonna do?" Rafe asked, clearly annoyed.

"Whatever we do, we can't lose our heads. Look, I know you and I would much rather be on that plane with Charley but we've gotta take care of things here, alright?" Jessie tried to comfort Rafe, as she could see in his eyes that his mind was elsewhere. He was torn to say the least. He wanted nothing more than to hop on the next plane to be with his daughter, yet he couldn't bear the thought of leaving this unfinished, or even worse, leaving his wife to deal with it. He knew she was more than capable, but they needed to do this together.

"Rafe." Jessie snapped her husband out of his racing thoughts. He physically shook his head and brought his eyes back into focus on her face.

"Huh, oh yeah, right."

Jessie wasn't so convinced that Rafe was as dialed in as she needed him to be. He seemed frazzled, much like he used to look years ago. She didn't like the look. She just studied his features a little more, looking for any sign of an attitude adjustment. She didn't find one.

"Let's go upstairs." Jessie suggested with a tone of hesitancy.

"Jessie, no... we can't... somebody's gotta watch him." Rafe retaliated. Jessie couldn't believe he actually thought tactically for a moment considering how out of touch he seemed just moments ago.

"Rafe, you know that room better than I do... has anyone ever escaped?"

Rafe didn't have a response to that. Despite Jessie never having seen that room before, she knew there was no way Barry was getting out of the thick chains and the bolted steel door. Furthermore, Rafe had never known anyone to make it out of that room... alive. Jessie took his silence as understanding and simply kept walking, expecting Rafe to follow. They both walked up the concrete stairs, eventually making their way to the long corridor on the main floor of the mansion. The two of them stopped in the hallway awkwardly, each of them deciding to throw themselves along the wall and kick their heads back, breathing a deep sigh to attempt to relieve some tension. They faced opposite of each other, and Jessie was the first to open her eyes. She noticed Rafe's eyes were closed and his head could've sunk into the wall with how heavily he was relying on it to hold him up. He looked like he wanted to collapse from the stress. He swallowed the lump in his throat, still not managing to open his eyes. Jessie couldn't help but notice the veins popping out of Rafe's arms and hands just a little more as he fiddled with his fingers.

"You're hot when you're stressed." Jessie admitted with a goofy grin. Rafe finally opened his eyes at those words, looking across the small hall at his wife, who didn't seem to have a care in the world. He simply shook his head with the small laugh he could muster.

"You're something else." Rafe admitted in a low tone, whether it was because he was still thinking deeply or he was turned on, Jessie couldn't pinpoint just yet. She kicked herself off of the wall and flung herself onto her husband. Despite not being in the mood, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, immediately finding the back pockets of her jeans and sticking his hands in them. Jessie played with the collar of his shirt, finding it buttoned up too much for her liking. She didn't exchange any words, instead, she looked him up and down and undid one button. She patted his chest once she was satisfied and brought her hands up to his face, rubbing over his cheeks gently with her thumbs. Rafe melted into the touch as best he could, but Jessie could tell he wasn't completely relaxed. Knowing he needed more, she leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss that was sure to distract him. That it did, but only for a moment. Rafe was just about to fall further when he was pulled back into his racing thoughts. Jessie was so good at reading Rafe she could feel the difference without him even murmuring against her lips or moving his body a certain way. She huffed and leaned away, clearly annoyed.

"You need to calm down." She insisted, not in a rough way, just in a way that showed genuine concern. Rafe sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his other hand finding his own front pocket.

"I know, Jess... I just... can't."

Jessie knew what she needed to do.

"Come with me."

With that, Rafe took Jessie's soft hand as she guided him through the dark hallway and into one of the rooms, a room that Rafe knew too well. Jessie turned the knob on the light switch to reveal a dimly lit office... Ward's office, which was adorned with books the man probably never read and pristine paintings he probably never appreciated.

Jessie sat her husband down behind the cherry oak desk situated on the far side of the hollow room. Despite the leather chair being one of the most luxurious pieces of furniture in the house, Rafe couldn't help but feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. He was so anxious he couldn't stand himself... and his wife was growing tired of him too. She gave him a look of reassurance as she slowly backed away and slunk over to the glass cabinet that housed the most expensive liquor she'd ever seen. Despite the extensive collection of bourbons and tequilas and everything in between, she opted for the number 7 whiskey at the very back of the cabinet. Ward was ashamed to like such "cheap" liquor, but he couldn't help that it was one of his favorites. Jessie remembered that from one of their many nights spent smoking on Rafe's balcony. She knew Rafe had the same taste for cheap whiskey.

Jessie grabbed two glasses from the same cabinet and began to pour the whiskey achingly slow. Rafe took in every detail, to the half smile on his wife's face as she poured to the grip she had on the bottle.

"You remember when we snuck in here and drank from your dad's cabinet?" Jessie asked, not even bothering to look up.

"How could I not? I didn't think I would ever be high enough to cross that line but of course you made it happen." Rafe replied with a content smile on his face. He licked his lips in thought as he became more relaxed in the chair thinking of the memory.

"I always get what I want." Jessie only half joked as she closed the bottle and set it on the desk. She looked at Rafe who now had a knowing smile on his face as he swiveled slightly in the chair with his arms draped lazily on the sides.

"Yes you do." Rafe responded. Jessie took the glasses in each hand and made herself comfortable on Rafe's lap. She handed him a glass as she took a drink for herself. He swished the copper colored drink around and looked up at Jessie with a curious look.

"What're we doing?" He said barely above a whisper, almost afraid of the answer.

"We're getting you lose." Jessie simply stated as she took another drink. It always amazed Rafe how she never grimaced at hard liquor. It always kinda concerned him too.

"For what?"

"For you to either admit to me what's on your mind or for you to forget it enough to go back downstairs and do what we gotta do."

Rafe just sighed and looked back down at the drink. He finally decided to cave in as he downed the glass and set it back down on the desk. Not what Jessie expected, but she didn't complain.

"Last time we did this... you and I both messed up..."

"What do you mean?" Jessie asked, now looking directly into Rafe's eyes, genuinely curious as to what he meant. Rafe just looked annoyed. He looked around the room and rubbed his face.

"Jessie you..." He sighed, not completely sure how to word his sentence. "When I killed Ward, I lost my mind... and when you killed Limbrey and Rose... you lose yours too."

"Oh come on Rafe I did not-"

"Yes, you did Jessie. You and I may have lost them in completely different ways but... you were different after that... and so was I."

"And?"

Rafe didn't know what to say to that. Did she really not know that they had changed? She knew... she just didn't care.

"So what if we're different, Rafe? Maybe we're just now two people who are willing to do whatever the hell we have to do to keep our daughter safe? Did you even consider that? What we're doing isn't weakness... it's strength! So what if we need to drink a little or smoke a little to get through some real heavy shit? God, what happened to you? Just months ago I heard you were the toughest guy around, not giving a shit what you did or who you hurt and now..."

Jessie stopped to contemplate if she wanted to finish that sentence. She knew first hand that words could never be undone. But who was she kidding? Of course she wanted to say what was on her mind.

"... you're weak."

"I'm not weak, Jessie. I'm just trying to find a balance in who I once was and who I need to be..." Rafe replied with hurt, confusion, and anger all rolled into one.

"Fair enough, Rafe. But you and I both know we don't have time to hesitate. Hesitation gets you killed. You and I against the world, remember?"

Rafe breathed deeply as he searched Jessie's eyes. He had no clue what he was looking for. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pursed his lips, now looking more determined.

"Right." He simply replied. "So what're we gonna do?"

Jessie's rage turned into a smirk as she cupped his face.

"You said it yourself... that bastard made your daughter cry."

The memory burned in Rafe's head as if it was playing on the big screen. He couldn't get his precious Charley's cry out of his head as he was forced to not look back. Jessie could see the thought was making him tense up. She took the opportunity and ran with it as she traced her fingers along his jaw and whispered in his ear.

"Make him pay."

[elfwitchtrickster]

Maverick x reader Oneshot

Phoenix tells you about her crush on Rooster leading you to confess your soft spot for a certain captain

Part 2

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Y/N and Phoenix were lying on their towels watching the others play dogfight football. Y/N took a sip from her drink before Phoenix let out a laugh. "Can I tell you something" she said, staring at the boys. Y/N followed her gaze to try and figure out exactly which one she was staring at but she got distracted by a certain brunette in the centre of their makeshift field.

Y/N was baffled that he had still managed to keep his aviators on, despite him being tackled to the sand at least twice. But he was fast, and often managed to escape Hangman's attack. "Y/N?" Phoenix called waving a hand in front of her face. "Yeah sorry, tell me what?" She asked, tearing her eyes away from Maverick. Phoenix hesitated, "Please don't make fun of me, and don't you dare tell anyone" she said, Y/N was intrigued now. "It's me, of course I won't tell anyone" she assured Phoenix. The pilot took a deep breath before speaking.

"I umm... I like someo-" Y/N interrupted her with a little squeal. "Tell me, tell me, tell me" she said grabbing Natasha's hands and shaking them around. "I was trying to" Phoenix said with a laugh. "It's..." she trailed off and her eyes went back to the boys game. Y/N let out a loud gasp "Is it one of them?" She asked, eyes wide and Phoenix nodded slowly. Y/N straightened up, surveying the pilots to see which one Phoenix might like. "Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Bob!" She said very fast and Phoenix slapped a hand over her mouth before she could continue.

"Be quiet" she said, struggling to hold in her own giggle. The two girls laughed again. "Give me a clue" Y/N said and Phoenix smirked. "Well a little birdie-" "It's Rooster!!" Y/N exclaimed jumping up from her towel. "Shut up!" Phoenix whisper-yelled pulling her back down. "And maybe" she said, avoiding Y/N's eyes but her smile told her all she needed to know. "I mean I bet you're hoping that birdie ain't too little" Phoenix hit her stomach and they erupted into a fit of giggles again.

“You have to ask him out" Y/N said grasping Natasha's hands tighter. "I don't know" she said unsurely but Y/N wouldn't accept it. "At least consider it" she said looking at the brunette girl. Phoenix was quiet for a second before she agreed. Y/N squealed again, practically bouncing.

"What about you?" Phoenix asked as she stood up, walking onto the sand. Y/N followed her, looking out at the ocean. "I've never seen you go this long without a crush" Phoenix added and Y/N tried to hide her smile. "Well I mean I found someone but..." Phoenix waited anxiously for her to continue. "But what?" She asked exasperated. "He's a bit older than me, I don't think he'd even consider liking me cause of the age difference" she said sadly, kicking the sand with her foot.

“Oh c'mon, lots of guys like a younger girl, plus you're adorable, I'm sure you could weasel your way into any man's heart" she said and Y/N pushed her away with a chuckle. "I don't think so" she said quietly as she walked forward. Phoenix was determined to not let her think that way. "Tell me about him, and I'll tell you if I think you've got a chance" she said. Y/N turned back to her, raising her eyebrow. "Promise you won't make fun of me or tell anyone" she said, mimicking Phoenix's words from earlier. "Promise" she said, stepping forward to join the other girl.

"He's a little reckless, he acts younger than he is" Phoenix nodded as she spoke. "He's nice and funny and a little cheeky" she said with a small laugh. "Tell me what he wears, you can learn a lot about a guy from the way he dresses" she said brushing her hair back. "Well" Y/N knew if Phoenix hadn't figured it out from her last description, she'd definitely know from this. "Whenever I've seen him, besides his work clothes he wears jeans, these tight white t shirts" Natasha's eyebrow quirked and Y/N shoved her to the side muttering "shut up"

"Continue" she said, with a wide grin. "He always wears this brown bomber jacket covered in patches and I've never seen him without his aviators" Phoenix gasped and pointed toward the rowdy group. "Maverick?" She asked and when Y/N nodded she covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god" she said, voice muffled by her hand.

“I know" Y/N said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. "It's not my fault" she whined. "What, it's his?" Phoenix said, her tone dripping in sarcasm. "Yeah" Y/N mumbled weakly. "I mean look at him" she said gesturing to the boys. Y/N took a second to admire Maverick's shirtless form, his tanned chest as he stepped through the sand.

She watched him push his sunglasses further up his nose before she realised Phoenix was smirking at her. She felt her face go hot and it was most definitely red. Phoenix burst out laughing throwing an arm around the other girls shoulders. "Well I gotta I was not expecting that" she said with a chuckle. "But at least you've got a shot with Mav" Phoenix walked off in the direction of the boys game.

Y/N ran to catch up with her "What do you mean?" Phoenix stopped abruptly nearly making Y/N fall over. "I could totally see Mav going for a younger girl, he likes the confidence, he doesn't seem like he wants to settle down too soon and clearly he can keep up with the younger generation" she said nodding at their captain who was still full of energy despite having played for about an hour already. "Maverick's like one of those puppies, cocky and needs to run around for a while but he always comes back at the end of the day" Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“I know he seems super put together but I'm sure he's just a little teddy bear" Natasha assured her, rubbing her shoulder as the other girl stared at Maverick unsurely. "If you're wrong about this, I'll kill you" Y/N muttered. Phoenix laughed again. "You know you love me" the brunette girl said nudging Y/N in the ribs. "Course I do" she said nudging Natasha back.

“Hey what's going on here" Roosters voice floated from behind them. "Nothing!" Both girls said, very quickly. They giggled at Bradley's confused face. "Just girl stuff" Y/N said as the two ran to join the football game.