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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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Boyfriend’s Best Friend - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader (ft. Kirishima)

Warnings: CRACK, Fluff, Cursing, Frisky moments

Summary: This was not how Bakugou wanted to spend his weekend. Trapped inside his best friend’s body?! Hell no. What makes it worse is that before he can tell you, you’ve already smothered Kirishima (who is in Katsuki’s body) with more than enough attention. Attention that belongs to the angry Pomeranian. And what does Kirishima think about all of this? Fuck nitroglycerin and boners.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This shit is gonna get real confusing so KEEP UP and STAY FOCUSED

“Shit.”

After fighting off that petty thief on their way back to school, the two best friends took a look at each other after feeling a throb in their heads. But something wasn’t right. Bakugou was looking at..Bakugou and Kirishima was looking at...Kirishima???

“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!” The red blonde headed boy asked. Kirishima made a face at his now very deep and gruff voice. He looked down and noticed his tan skin was the slightest bit paler and his clothes had changed. He turned his gaze towards the position where is best friend should be but only saw..well, himself.

“Argh, shut the hell up Shitty Hair. My head is pounding.” Bakugou said while holding onto his now red hair. He looked towards his friend to see a frantic look on his face. “Quit making me look like a bitch, Kirishima.”

“I can’t help it!! Not after what just happened!!” Kirishima said. Bakugou rolled his eyes and huffed before walking over to his friend and dragging him to a reflective window.

“We switched bodies you idiot. That damn thief must’ve hit us while we were distracted.” Bakugou took a look at his new body and cringed. Not that he thought Kirishima was ugly or anything, but he wanted to be in his own body. It just felt wrong having someone else’s dick.

“Well then we should get back to the dorms and find Mr. Aizawa. Maybe he can help.” Bakugou agreed and the boys started their journey back to the dormitory. As they walked, they took notice of a few things.

“Ugh. All these damn extras are staring at my hair.”

“My palms feel so sweaty.”

“Fuck! I keep biting my inner cheek. Stupid shark teeth.”

“Why the hell am I getting a random ass print?!”

“Nitroglycerin works like viagra Shitty Hair! Just fucking get used to it and learn how to control it!”

“I have your hair man! Does that mean you have shitty hair?”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!!”

“.....Is that..*sniff sniff*...caramel?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

—

“You’ll be back to normal in 2 weeks.” Aizawa bluntly said.

“2 WEEKS?!?” The boys screamed.

“Wha- HOW DO YOU KNOW?!” Bakugou screamed, trying to jump onto Aizawa with Kirishima holding him back. To anyone else, it would look like Bakugou holding Kirishima back. Oh how the tables have kinda turned.

“I know because officers have been trying to catch this thief for some time now. Even I’ve run into him on some occasions. His quirk is is called ‘Swapped.’ He takes your soul and spirit and places it in a different form...obviously. It doesn’t do much harm but it lasts for some time. Don’t worry though, you’ll be back to normal eventually.” Their teacher explained. “‘Till then, just tough it out for the next 2 weeks. Dismissed.”

The boys groaned and walked back to the common room floor. They walked in to find a few other classmates who thankfully didn’t seem too suspicious of anything. The boys went their separate ways, going to their own dorms to soothe their still aching heads.

—

Kirishima was the first to come out of his room. After contemplating whether he should take a shower or not, he chose the latter. He could survive the rest of the day without one, he’ll just worry about bathing later. Besides, he doesn’t mind smelling like a sweet treat for the next few hours and you know…not having to see and wash his best friend’s body and dick.

He walked down into the kitchen to find it empty. He was glad he wouldn’t have to explain his situation to anyone. If anyone saw Bakugou acting like the sweet bean that Kirishima is then I’m pretty sure a lot of people would have questions.

Looking around, he saw a batch of brownies left on a tray. He couldn’t help himself and went in to grab one. Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware of how chewy they were and after taking a few chomps, he realized the treat was as tough as glue. He couldn’t even open his mouth! And just to his luck, Bakugou’s girlfriend had walked in, seemingly back from her training session.

“Hi baby.” Y/N said. She went up to who she thought was her boyfriend and gave him a hug along with a peck on his cheek. “How was your day?”

Kirishima grew nervous. He didn’t know how to handle this situation. He would totally tell Y/N that it was actually him in her boyfriend’s body but the brownie sealed his mouth shut! He resorted to going with the flow and just nodding with a nervous smile. A very Bakugou smile.

“Tiring?” Y/N asked. Kirishima nodded his head. “Umm..okay. Well, same for me, but I still have enough energy for movie night, so I’ll see you in the common room. ‘Kay?”

Again, the now blonde nodded his head again. You smiled at him and went in to give him another hug. To your shock, you felt something poking you when you gave your boyfriend a hug. You looked down and noticed a pretty impressive print through his sweats and smirked. You looked up to your “boyfriend” and gave him a sly look. “You sure you’re tired Suki? Cuz your friend down here says you’re down for something else.”

Kirishima began to shake due to his nervousness now. He couldn’t help the damn boner! One, nitroglycerin is apparently 12x stronger than viagra, and two! He can’t relieve himself! Looking at and touching his best friend’s dick was wrong! And weird! Even if it was attached to him now!

What Kirishima wasn’t prepared for was you being so willing to help relieve his stiffy. On the bright side, he’d relive his hard on. On the not so bright side, he’d be fucking his best bro’s girl. Big no no. He definitely wasn’t prepared for your hand to travel down his torso and grab onto his Bakugou’s dick. “You still tired Suki?”

Kirishima couldn’t help himself. It felt too good to stop. He threw his head back and enjoyed the stimulation, even though he knew it was wrong. All he knew was that if he let this whole thing play through, he wouldn’t have to worry about walking around with a huge ass boner. A blush grew on his face as he moaned. He felt you peck at his neck a bit before stopping all your motions. The now blonde looked towards you in confusion and saw your laughter.

“Hehe, sorry Suki. Save it for later tonight, okay? I’ve gotta freshen up but I’ll see you later, Love.” You said before giving him a sweet peck and walking away. Once you were out of sight, Kirishima fanned his face to try and get rid of his blush. He then quickly ran to the fridge and chugged a few gulps of milk down to wash away the brownie.

“Fuck.” Was all that he said. Did that really just happen? Shit. Should he have let that happen? At this point he didn’t know. The man in him said HELL NO, but the nitroglycerin said otherwise. All Kirishima knew was that apparently he had a movie date to get to.

—

So now here we are, Y/N and Kirishima (in Bakugou’s body) all cuddled up on one of the common room couches during the late hours of the night, watching a movie. Kirishima thought Y/N looked really tempting in her booty shorts and tube top. The way her plush chest pressed up against his own as she watched the screen with a smile wasn’t aiding Kirishima’s mission to relieve his hard on.

Throughout the whole movie, Kirishima watched from time to time how Y/N would rub her legs together. It seemed she was growing some urges as well. Kirishima couldn’t shake his nerves..like...AT ALL.

Finally. It was almost the end of the movie. Kirishima had almost made it. All he had to do was finish the last 10 minutes and he could go..well honestly he didn’t know yet but he’ll figure it out later! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans. Kirishima watched as Y/N sat up to grab the remote and turn off the T.V. She placed the object down on the table and faced who she assumed to be her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and went to straddle his groin.

“Uh-..Y/N?” Kirishima asked with a shaky voice as he gulped down a nerve. You smirked at him and leaned down to leave kisses all over his neck. Kirishima shook a bit and let out a shudder at your soft lips.

“Relax Suki. We won’t get caught. ‘Sides, when have you ever been afraid to fuck in public?” You said. You then went up to start off your session with a hot kiss to “Katsuki’s” lips. Kirishima had wide eyes as you took in his lips, but eventually, your sweet taste and bouncy lips made him succumb to your wishes.

He placed his hands on your waist as he kissed you back. When he opened his mouth you slid your tongue in as your hands entangled themselves in his hair. The kiss was fiery and passionate and eventually you and “Katsuki” both began to moan into the kiss. His hands traveled to your ass and gave in a firm grip which made you release a loud moan. Things were definitely heating up now.

—

When Katsuki came back to the dorms, he had already been exhausted by the entire situation. The only thing on his mind was getting some rest to ware off the headache, hours had passed and he eventually woke up in the middle of the night.

“Shit, how long have I been out?” He stretched and yawned a bit before he got up. The mirror hanging on his wall reminded him of his new body. “Oh, right. I’m in Shitty Hair’s body......gross.”

Bakugou felt his mouth become dry and so he planned to get a glass of water from the kitchen. As he walked down the halls, he couldn’t help but think about you. His precious girl. The love of his life who’s been with him since childhood and who he’s been dating since their second year in junior high. You were with him through it all and he couldn’t help but feel a little bad that he had to miss movie night.

‘Fuck, did I even tell Y/N I wouldn’t make it to movie night? Crap,’ he thought. Oh well, he’d just have to make up for it later. As he walked near the common rooms, his ears picked up a sound. And not just any sound, it was a moan. And he knew exactly who’s moan it was, for he had been the cause of those exact sounds and he’s heard them time and time again.

Bakugou ran to the common rooms to find his girlfriend and his body making out and slowly grinding on each other on the couch. He watched “his” hands travel to grope Y/N’s ass and bit his lip when he heard his girlfriend’s pleasured moans. He wasn’t gonna lie, the scene before him had turned him on, but what became a huge turnoff was the fact that Bakugou knew it wasn’t him in there and he knew exactly who was in his damn body!

“THE HELL?!” Bakugou screamed in Kirishima’s voice. He watched the two of you jump away from each other in shock and saw a look of fear flow through Kirishima’s his own eyes.

“Jeez, Kirishima. You scared us.” You said to your actual boyfriend without knowing it. Bakugou fumed at the fact that you were just making out and were probably about to fuck his best friend but he couldn’t blame you. You called him Kirishima so you must’ve not known about the switch.

“Can I talk to Bakugou real quick, L/N?” Bleh. Calling someone else by his name was weird and calling you by your family name was very uncomfortable.

“Umm..we’re kinda in the middle of something so maybe if you could jus-“

“Thanks.” He said and dragged “Bakugou” away behind a hallway corner. He pinned his body up against the wall and got in Kirishima’s face as he held the man by his collar. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KISSING MY GIRLFRIEND?!”

“IM SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN TO! SHE CAME ONTO ME!” Kirishima explained while being held against the wall.

“NO SHIT SHE CAME ONTO YOU! YOU’RE IN MY BODY! YOU’RE ME! I’M HER BOYFRIEND! SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE ME SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou screamed. Kirishima just laughed nervously as Bakugou continued to fume. After venting, Bakugou finally dropped Kirishima back on his feet and pressed the bridge of his nose with 2 fingers. “Okay. Why THE FUCK did you not tell her about the quirk?”

“Because man! .....Your quirk has built in viagra!” Kirishima said in defeat as he threw his hands in the air due to the pent up frustration. “I’ve had a fucking stiffy ever since I got put in your body! So I thought-“

“You thought you could relieve yourself with my girl?!” Bakugou asked with big, angry eyes.

“.....Yes?”

“KIRISHIMA!”

“ALRIGHT!” Kirishima sighed. “Well what now?”

“We go out there and explain to her what happened so you don’t end up fucking her!” Bakugou explained as he tried to walk back to you but Kirishima pulled him back.

“Okay but what about my fucking boner?” The pent up boy asked.

“Just rub it out!” Bakugou exclaimed.

“No way! I’m not touching your dick!” Kirishima rebelled.

“Why not? I’m clean. And big! Just saying, I got a pretty dick dude.” Bakugou said with both hands up in defense.

“BAKUGOU!”

“Yeah, fair.” The ex blonde said. The boys thought about it for a bit before something hit Kirishima like a train.

“Wait..if you’re so okay with me seeing your dick..does that mean..you took a look at mine?!” He asked while shaking Bakugou’s his shoulders.

“What?! Gross! No! I was napping all day Shitty Hair so relax! And get your damn hands offa’ me!” Bakugou said while squirming out of Kirishima’s hold.

“Alright, fine whatever! Let’s just go out and explain to L/N.” Kirishima said.

“Good!”

“Goooooodd!” Bakugou said more dramatically. The two boys finally made it back to you and instead of your boyfriend’s body taking a seat next to you, it remained standing. Meanwhile, “Kirishima” took the seat “Katsuki” previously had. You looked towards the red head and then to your boyfriend in a confused tilt.

“Suki? Are you gonna sit?” You asked to “Bakugou.”

“I am.” “Kirishima” replied. You looked towards the muscular boy sitting next to you with a raised brow.

“What?” You questioned.

“Listen, L/N, we got something to tell you.” The actual Kirishima said. You looked to your “boyfriend” with almost a hurt look on your face as to why he was calling you by your family name. The real Bakugou took notice of your sad voice and softened his eyes at your now upset demeanor. “I’m actually Kirishima...”

Your face grew in surprise and then silence hit the room. The boys gazed your looks for a reaction but got nothing other than pure shock. You couldn’t even say anything other than “Eh?!”

“Yeaahhhh..I’m your actual boyfriend.” The red head said. You looked to Kirishima and inspected him closer.

“Uh..Suki?” You said while zooming in of his face.

“Tch. It’s me Teddy Bear, relax,” Bakugou said while looked away with a blushed face as he pushed your face away. You grumbled at his push and took his hand off.

“Yup. That’s you.” You said, relaxing. “So...you’re Katsuki..and you’re Kirishima?”

You watched the boys nod their heads and you were settling down until another thought came to mind. “Wait..so I was-..on the couch-...I thought-...”

“Yeah, you were making out with Shitty Hair but in my body..” Bakugou said with a hand behind his neck. Your face jumped in shock once more until it was replaced with anger. You watched as Kirishima’s new face became nervous and gave a shaky chuckle.

“Kirishima...” you seethed with slanted eyes before you attempted to jump onto the new blonde. Mid-jump, Bakugou grabbed onto your waist and pulled you back onto his lap. You fought against Katsuki’s hold on you but alas he was too strong.

“Nope! No, settle, settle.” Bakugou said with an iron grip on your waist. You finally calmed down until you took notice you were sitting in BASICALLY Kirishima’s lap. Feeling uncomfortable you scooted off your boyfriend and sat next to him. Bakugou looked at you with a confused expression that demanded an explanation.

“Heh..sorry um, Suki. But I’m not sitting on you or doing...anything else that’s lovey dovey until you’re back to your own body.” You explained.

“Wha- that’s not fair! You were all over here grinding on him just a few minutes ago!” Bakugou whined and pointed at his body.

“Because I didn’t know it wasn’t you!” Bakugou just grumbled and groaned at you. Your reasoning was fair but he just wanted his girlfriend.

“Okay, whatever. Be pouty. Just- When is this quirk gonna wear off?” You asked. Bakugou continued to pout with crossed arms but luckily Kirishima answered.

“2 weeks.” He said.

“Alright then!” You said while clapping your hands and standing up, gathering Katsuki’s attention. “For the next 2 weeks or until you go back to normal, Suki, no touching, no kisses, no overly-friendly hugs, no cuddles, no lap-sitting....”

Bakugou listened to you list all the things he couldn’t do. As you went on, his jaw dropped as he realized he wouldn’t be able to do all the things he usually does to you for the next 2 weeks. The list went on and on until you finished it with one final detail. “...and finally. No sex.”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou said while standing up now. “WHY?!”

“Katsuki. I’m not fucking my boyfriend’s best friend’s body. No offense Kiri,” you said to the other boy.

“None taken!” He said with his winning smile. Just less shark-toothy. Bakugou just mumbled about until you cut him off.

“Anyways! I’m going to bed. After this long and frankly awkward day, I think we all should.” You said and the boys agreed. You all walked to your respected dorms but when Bakugou tried following you into your dorm while he was still in Kirishima’s body, you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Uh, sorry Suki. You’ll be sleeping in your own dorm for the next 2 weeks. No sleeping together either.” You watched as Bakugou became much more agitated as he huffed. He grumbled as he reluctantly walked all the way to his own dorm room. You giggled as you watched the now red head walk away and shut your door. You couldn’t help but laugh as you laid down on your bed but 10 minutes passed and before you could fall asleep, a knock was at your door.

“Suki, I said we can’t sleep on my bed together.” You said once you opened the door, finding Kirishima’s body holding a pillow and blanket.

“I know it’s just- *sigh* look, if I can’t cuddle with you can I at least sleep on the ground and hold your hand?” He said, looking away with an embarrassed blush. “I know you said hand-holding isn’t allowed but you won’t be seeing me since I’ll be out of your sight and on the ground.”

You smiled at how clingy he was being. It was adorable and you just had to give in. “Fine, come in.”

Katsuki perked up with a small smile and happily followed you into the room. You got comfy on the bed while he set up his little pillow and blanket. You finally dropped your hand down so he could hold onto it and his warm hand held a strong grip on your own.

So now here you were, late at night, “cuddling” with your boyfriend. In a way. You smiled as you held onto his hand and couldn’t help but giggle when you felt his lips place a sweet kiss to your knuckles. Oh well, I guess there was nothing wrong with holding hands with your boyfriend’s best friend. As long as it’s your boyfriend who’s in his best friend’s body.

You couldn’t believe this was gonna be your life for the next 2 weeks.

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lilliagradiewrites · 4 years ago

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surprise? (jj maybank)

Summary: You’re John B’s sister, and you’ve been dating JJ in secret for months. What happens when John B sees a hickey on your neck, and realizes his best friend has been making on his little sister?

WC: 2.7k

WARNINGS: Hickey/ mentions of sexy time, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: Another JJ one shot! This one has been sitting half-finished in my collection for a while now, so tonight I decided to complete it! I’m such a sucker for a brother’s best friend moment, so I knew I had to write a JJ x Routledge! reader fic. i hope you all like it!

PS: Thank you so much for all the love on evermore, my last fic!! It was so well received, and has gotten more recognition than anything else I've ever uploaded. I’m so thankful!!

I love you all so so much, and I hope you enjoy!!

LET’S DO IT!

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Neither you nor JJ could pinpoint the exact moment it began.

Being John B’s younger sister, you had known the blonde boy for basically your entire life. In seventh grade, you had developed a slight crush on JJ. He was the older, popular boy that cracked funny jokes; how could you not like him? You had always thought he was cute, but you started seeing him in a different light around the age of twelve.

The crush quickly faded away, and you found yourself with many boyfriends and flings over the years. Looking back on it now, you don’t think your feelings JJ ever truly went away… you had just forced yourself to forget them.

For JJ, the feelings developed around his sophomore year, when you were a freshman. For the vast majority of his life, he’d seen you every day when he inevitably made his way to the chateau. He’d cared about you, of course, but no more than a ‘I care about her because she’s my best friends little sister’ kind of way.

He has a vivid memory of you, the morning after he’d had a sleepover with your brother. He was sitting on the couch with John B, having a conversation about some stupid guy thing he couldn’t even recall now. He remembers seeing you walk out of your room, having just woken up, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you didn’t have on any makeup.

He couldn’t explain why, but you looked so damn beautiful to him that day. You never noticed him staring at you, but John B did. JJ remembers his friend’s brows furrowing.

“What the hell are you staring at?” After following JJ’s gaze, his eyes widened. “Are you looking at my sister, man? Cut that shit out.”

“No, of course I wasn’t. I was looking out the window. Chill, bro.” JJ had quickly denied the claims of his friend, who didn’t entirely believe him but chose not to say anything else on the topic. After that day, JJ tried his best to avoid staring at you, but it was always hard for him.

Within a month after that incident, you began hanging out with the Pogues more and more. They quickly became your best friends, and you loved them all more than anything. They all helped you and John B through the disappearance of your father, and you were eternally grateful.

Naturally, you found yourself growing the closest with Kie. Being the only two girls, it made the most sense for the two of you to be very close. Kiara was like a sister and a best friend all in one, and you loved her very much.

Pope was always great. He kept you and the rest of the pogues in check, making sure you remained safe and made smart decisions. John B, of course, was your older brother, and you were very close with him. You had your frustrations with the brunette, however. One thing that always pissed you off about John B was how insanely protective he was. He would threaten any guy whose eyes lingered too long on you at a party, and it took years of convincing to allow him to let you go on a date. You loved him, of course, and knew he was always trying to keep you safe, but you couldn’t help but be frustrated with him sometimes.

And then there was JJ. You didn’t even know what to think when it comes to the blonde boy. You had always noticed something special about him, and felt slightly different towards JJ then all the other boys. For some reason, the both of you kept your distance from each other. Maybe, you both knew in the back of your mind that if you got too close, there’d be no pulling you apart.

One night at a party, you had gotten absolutely wasted. Kiara had gone home with some girl, Pope’s dad didn’t let him come, and John B was nowhere in sight, meaning it was up to JJ to take care of you. He brought you home, cleaned you up, and put you into bed. In your intoxicated state, you let your walls fall down. You told Jj how you felt about him, too drunk to worry about the consequences.

Fortunately for you, the feelings were reciprocated. JJ said that he felt the same way, and he’d been keeping his distance from you because of strict commands from John B. “Anytime I’d get close to you, or even be ‘too friendly’ towards you, I’d get the whole ‘my sister is off limits’ lecture, I was tired of hearing it, and I didn’t think you felt the same anyways.”

That night was the beginning of a long journey. He kissed you, and you were happier than you’d ever been. He ask you to be his girlfriend, and you happily said yes. There was only one issue with the whole situation.

Your stupid, overdramatic, overprotective brother.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell him for a while?” Jj suggested after much contemplation on both of your parts. “See where this goes. If it gets super serious, we’ll obviously tell him, but it’s probably best to keep it on the down low for now.”

Though hesitant, you eventually agreed, deciding it was the best decision for now. You hated lying to your brother, but it’s not like you had any other choice.

Six months passed after that night. You and JJ’s relationship grew stronger and more serious with each passing day, but neither of you had the guts to tell your brother. So, you kept dating in secret, the relationship only between the two of you.

Oh, right. And Kie.

JJ had gotten into a habit of sneaking into your bedroom window late at night. He rarely got any time with just the two of you, and even when you hung out with your friends, he wasn’t able to be as affectionate as he wished he could be. One morning, Kiara arrived at the chateau earlier than usual, bursting into your room to find you asleep, wrapped in your boyfriend's arms.

The brunette woke the two of you up with a loud exclamation of “What the fuck?”

JJ kissed you goodbye and scrambled out the window before John B heard anything, and you sat Kie down and explained the whole situation, making her promise not to tell anyone.

Especially not John B.

Kiara, being the amazing person she is, swore secrecy and squealed about how happy she was for the two of you.

Kie’s knowledge of the relationship is part of the reason she insists on waking you up one morning at the chateau. She and Pope had stayed the night, as well as JJ. JJ was nowhere to be found, but the group just assumed that he had run home to grab spare clothes or something.

Well, the boys assumed that.

Kie knew better.

Her suspicions were completely confirmed when she entered your room to find you and JJ cuddled together, just like all those months ago when she had first found out.

“Wake up, guys! JB and Pope are awake. JJ, hop out the window and pretend you went to get clothes from your house. You don’t have a lot of time.”

Immediately, you and your boyfriend were launching up out of the bed. He followed his usual routine of kissing you goodbye and then jumping out of the window. You thanked Kie before beginning to search for your swimsuit.

“You’re welcome, babes. And by the way, I’d make sure to cover up that fatass hickey on your neck before walking out of this room.”

Kie gives you a wink before walking out of the room and closing the door, leaving you there with red cheeks and wide eyes.

You moved immediately to your mirror, and examined the left side of your neck. Sure enough, there it was: a large bruise that JJ had taken his sweet time on the night before. You huffed, recalling when he was giving it to you.

“JJ, don’t.” You breathed, lightly pushing him off you. “You can’t leave marks, everyone will see.”

“Let them see.” He lifted his lips off your neck to look you in the eyes. “I’m tired of hiding that you’re mine. I want everyone to know that you’re taken, by me. Let them see, babe, I don’t care.”

For a moment, he had you agreeing with him. Who cares if everyone finds out? They’d just find out eventually anyways. What’s the difference if they find out sooner rather than later?

But, you eventually cam to your senses. “I’m tired of hiding too, J. We’ll tell them soon, but I don’t want my brother to find out I’m with his best friend by seeing the hickey his best friend gave me.”

JJ paused his movements for the second time, breathing and thinking for a moment. “Yeah, I guess you're right.” He bites your earlobe, then leans in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll make it small. I still want my mark on you.”

Clearly, JJ had lied. The bruise on your neck was absolutely massive, and you’d have your work cut out for you when it came to covering it up. Sighing, you reached for your makeup bag, pulling out some color corrector and concealer.

A good thirty minutes later, the bruise was covered enough to go unnoticed, and you were outside on the dock, dressed in a pink swimsuit and a pair of shorts. John B and Pope were on the boat, preparing it for you day on the water. Kie was inside shoving snacks, water bottles, and beer into a small cooler. JJ, who had just finished rolling a few blunts, came walking out of the house. You heard him approaching behind you, and whipped around to face him.

“I have a bone to pick with you, Maybank.” You glared, crossing your arms over your chest. Your boyfriend looked nervous, his smiling face immediately shifting to a concerned one.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He said quietly, making sure that the other pogues were out of earshot before using the nickname. JJ knew you well, and any term of endearment made you melt for him. He always used them, but was particularly heavy on the nicknames when you were upset with him.

“Last night, I told you not to leave marks. But you insisted, and you told me you’d leave a small one.”

“Yes, that happened. So why are you upset with me?”

“Because the hickey I woke up to this morning was anything but small. It took me twenty minutes and half my concealer to cover that shit up! Are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to get us caught?”

JJ moved towards you, probably to take you in his arms, but caught himself just before he did it, glancing up at the boys on the boat.

“I’m sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself. You look so fucking hot with my marks on your neck. It’s too hard to resist. Believe me, I tried.”

“Then try fucking harder, Maybank! Do I need to remind you that your ass is on the line here, way more than mine? Birdie’s not gonna beat my ass if he finds a hickey on my neck, he’s gonna beat yours! And then I get to have a screaming match with my brother after patching you up in the bathroom. I don’t know about you, but that is not the way I want anybody to find out about our relationship.”

JJ opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again with a sigh. He knew you were right.

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry. I need to gain better self control. It won’t happen again, I’ll listen to you next time. I’m sorry angel, really. Forgive me?”

He was giving you those puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn’t resist. After a moment of staring into them, you finally gave in. “yes, bebs, I forgive you. But don’t do that shit again, or so help me God…”

Your boyfriend broke out in an ear to ear grin. You could tell that he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and take you in his arms, but he obviously couldn’t. “Thank you! I love you, angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, allowing a smile to creep onto your face. “You’re lucky I love you, too. Now come on, I think they have the boat ready to go.”

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A few hours later, everyone is lounging on the boat. You’d been out on the marsh for a good four hours, and the whole group was beginning to grow tired. The late afternoon sun bared down relentlessly on you, warming your skin and causing your body to overheat, despite the fact that you’d been swimming in the cool water for the past hour.

“God, it’s so damn hot out here. Can the sun chill the hell out for a second?” You complained, taking a swig of your beer.

The rest of the group murmured their agreement from various places on the boat. Absentmindedly, you gather your wet hair in your hand, holding it up on the back of your head to try and relieve the heat on your neck.

Big, big mistake.

Unknowingly, you’d exposed the massive hickey on the side of your neck for the entire boat to see.

The makeup you’d piled on that morning had apparently faded while you swam. Your hair covering it was the only thing keeping you from exposing yourself, and now it was revealed.

“What the HELL is that, Y/N?” Your brother was speaking, pointing at your now exposed hickey.

You looked immediately at JJ, whose eyes had gone wide and cheeks were pink.

“Um, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Birdie.” You replied quickly, not knowing what else to do.

“Is that a fucking hickey?” John B was walking towards you now, and your eyes were wide. You backed away from him, but you could only go so far on the small boat. He reached you eventually, pushing the hair from the side of your neck to reveal the bruise once again.

For a moment, your brother was silent. Strangely, this made you even more nervous then if he was screaming and shouting. You knew your brother well enough to know he was composing himself.

So that he wouldn’t strangle somebody.

“Who did it?” he said quietly. His voice was shaking with anger.

“Did what?” Your voice was shaking as well, but with fear for your boyfriend’s life instead.

“Who gave you the fucking hickey, Y/N! Stop playing dumb! Who did that to your neck.”

Panicking, you glanced over at JJ.

Yet another big, big mistake.

This glance was enough for John B to realize what the answer to his question was. You watched the pieces slowly connect in his mind, and then he was speaking again.

“It was YOU?” He rounded on the blonde boy near the edge of the boat. “You’re messing with my baby sister? Are you fucking kidding me, JJ?”

“Calm down, bird! It’s not what you think.” You were immediately at your brother’s side, trying to calm him down before your boyfriend’s body ended up at the bottom of marsh.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Y/N! I think this is exactly what it looks like! It looks like this dickhead has a screwing around with my sister when I specifically told him not to!”

“We’re not just screwing around, John B!” JJ said in defense.

“Really? What the fuck else are you doing that would end with my baby sister having a hickey on her neck?”

“We’re dating!” You burst out. “We’ve been dating. For six months now.”

John B turned towards you immediately after your statement. He looked completely dumbfounded, as if he couldn’t possibly process the information he had just been given.

“Six months?” he echoed, and you nodded.

John B turned back to JJ.

“Surprise?” The blonde boy, hoping to lighten the mood.

Obviously, he was unsuccessful.

“You’ve been messing with my sister for SIX MONTHS, and I’m JUST NOW finding out? What the hell is wrong with you? I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Before anyone could do anything to stop him, John B was lunging at JJ.

As if he’d been preparing to do so, JJ jumped off the side of the boat, landing cleanly in the water.

John B stood over the side of the boat screaming at him.

You mad eye contact with Kie,who was giggling slightly at the whole situation. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

This was going to be a long night.

~~~~~ A/N: Anddddd there’s the end! I really hope you guys liked this!

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2ynjns · 4 years ago

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when their fem!friend turns into a 5-year-old || tomorrow x together

scenario: you turned 18 years old a few months after huening kai did and one day you woke up into your five year old self. having to live alone away from your family, you didn’t know what to do so you decided to call your best friends and told them to come to your place as soon as possible.

yeonjun

as soon as he arrives at your place, he is shocked

but lord knows how this man loves kids

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE GOT EXCITED SEEING WILL AND BEN FROM TROS?!

Anyway

“y/N?! who’s kid is this?! WHERE ARE YOU?! whY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HER?! IS SHE YOUR HIDDEN LOVE CHILD?!”

“no mf! it’s me! y/n! in my 5 year old self”

he would NOT question how why what where and when

he’s just be like “AWWEEEE Y/NNNNN SO CUTE” and hugs you

would take care of you

he’s going to *try* to help you go back to your normal form

but he’s lowkey praying inside that you’d stay as your 5 year old form

you’d be like >:(( HELP ME PLEASE

and he’d just be like cooing at you

“aweee little baby” “don’t be upset! you’re cuter this way.”

and you’d be like (- _ -)

eventually you would give up asking for his help

so you’d just sit on the couch alone pouting with crossed arms

he’d giggle at the sight and take a picture of you and would send it to the other boys

but he’d cook food for you so you won’t be upset anymore

“do you want some ramen?” and you would be nodding furiously

you’re one hungry babie

then after he cooks you would try sitting on the dining chair but it’s too high

so he’d giggle EVEN MORE and help you up

he would carry you everywhere with any way possible

he’d carry you like a sack, or like a newborn, or like a toddler

he’d most likely follow you around to watch you, like a kid, well technically you are

he would also hold your hands everywhere you go

“jjun, it’s still me, just even smaller.”

“well i still need to follow you around, what if you need help? what if you hurt yourself? look at you and your tiny self.” and he’s gonna shake his head

you took a nap with him on the couch, your tiny form laying on top of him like a baby

then you woke up and you realize you’re at your big form again

BUUUT yeonjun, instead, is in his 5 year old form

“OMG YEONJUN?!?!

soobin

mans is whipped as hell

without question, he’d know that small child inside your house alone is you

he wouldn’t even question if you were another kid or what, he just knows it’s you

WOULD IMMEDIATELY CALL THE OTHER BOYS

not to help you, but to tell you how adorable you looked

he would dress you up and do your hair

he’d treat you like a literal kid

he would dare to help you because he’s enjoying taking care of you

chile- you’d look like his kid no cap

he’d quickly go to the store to buy a cute dress and cute hair accessories

then he’d dress you up and put clips on your hair

“do you also want toys? i’ll get you some.”

you were like “well if you help me get back to my old form, i’d very much appreciate it.”

“uuhmmm… no.”

he would be forgetting your actual form and you’re mentally 18 years old

so when he makes you shit on his lap and play with you like a kid, you’d be like “bro i’m 18”

he’d stop working and stare at you

error 101

“oh yeah huh.”

he loves playing with your hair

treats you like his daughter

just like with yeonjun, you would give up and just let him do whatever he wants to do with you

he would brush your hair and tie it into two pigtails and put two big bows

soobin your hidden infantilization kink is showing LMAO

anyway, you’d need cuddles

so he’s be sitting on your couch and you’d be sitting on his lap, facing him and your face against his chest

rubbing your back and tapping your buttocks like a kid

you’d fall asleep, snoring lightly

few hours later you’d be waking up on the floor, in your normal self

you got up happy

and once you saw a small body laying on your couch, you’re like

(O . O)

“SOOBIN YOU’RE 5!!”

beomgyu

this mf

as soon as you explain to him that you transformed into your younger self….

would make fun of you

and laugh at you

“HAHSJIHSADHHEK Y/N IS A KID HHHHH”

you’d cry, you really didn’t want to make fun off most especially you’re way smaller now and you can’t hit him

so he’d stop and say sorry

he wouldn’t help you either

not because he doesn’t want to, he just don’t know how to

so instead, he’d take you out on an amusement park

and he’d make you have fun in your little self

“do you wanna ride the carousel?”

you’d look at him weirdly while you waddle away from him

“sure i guess.”

you got in the ride and chose the light blue horse

but guess what, because you’re tiny you can’t get on the horse

so he’ll carry you up

and poke fun of you again

“aigoo wittle y/n is even wittle”

then he’d crack a laugh

you’d get upset and pout, then you’d look away

throughout the whole ride you would be looking away from him

not paying attention on what he’s babbling

once you leave the ride he’s kneel in front of you

“did i make you upset? awe i’m sorry” :(

then he’d pat your head

and hug you

you’ll be hugging him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

then, he’d just carry you, legit

and next stop is the ice cream stall

still carrying you

“why did you carry me?” “you walk slow,” you’d roll your eyes

the worker would coo at you and beomgyu

“awee your sister is so cute! here you can have this strawberry ice cream for free!”

then eat it in one bite, “beomgyu, i want more”

the worker is like o.O how??

anyway you got your second ice cream

at the end of the day, beomgyu slept with you in your bedroom. he’s cuddling you as if he’s protecting you from the monsters.

the next morning you felt small hands wrapped around your waist

so you opened your eyes and looked down

“omo. gyu wake up! i’m big now and you’re the small one!”

taehyun

taehyun taehyun tsk tsk

he’s the most rational one

at first he wouldn’t be convinced that it’s you, that you’re the kid

so he’d search for big y/n inside your place

to find out there’s no big y/n around and realizes that the small y/n is the big y/n in the small y/n form

if that makes sense

WELL ANYWAY

he’d sit on the couch, then he’d also sit you on the couch

examine you from head to toe

then he’d just smile widely and lift your small feet

“hehehe so smol”

You: >:(((

he’d pull your hair playfully to annoy you because this man is secretly whipped for you

he just keep on denying it

he’d also take a lot of pictures and videos of you

mostly to keep it and blackmail you with it

he’s the only person who’s gonna try to help you go back to your normal form

although he doesn’t want to, he’d still help you

“how did you turn like... this small?”

you blinked and sipped the chocolate milk that he gave you

“i woke up like this.”

(-_-) “y/n you’re not beyonce”

>>:((( “i’m not lying! i literally woke up and i’m 5 instead of 18!” you fought

you crossed your arms which made you spill the chocolate milk on your shorts

*shakes head*

he’d try to look for clothes in your closet that would fit your small body

but no clothes meh meh

he’d quickly run to the nearest store and get you the cuTEST jumper set and headband

he just found it cute, d w he doesn’t have a bad dollification/infantilization kink unlike soob

he’d also grab some tteokbokki on the way

lowkey worried if you were doing okay alone at your place

but like even though you’re mentally 18, you’re still physically 5 so for some reason he thinks you’re lowkey incapable not in a bad way tho

my god you would devour the tteokbokki

“jeez, don’t eat like a kid.” and wiped your mouth

you sitting in the chair with stacks of pillow to boost you up, also waddling your feet since it doesn’t reach the ground

“technically, i AM a kid.” *munches on tteokbokki*

while you’re bored on the floor, laying on your stomach, taehyun is just on his phone

you had no idea but he’s quietly searching about your situation

you suddenly fell asleep

he heard your snores

he cooed and guess what

more videos!

he also fell asleep on the floor, both of you laying on your stomach and facing each other

around midnight you felt a sudden urge to drink water

so you opened your eyes

and yoU SCREAMED

“TAE YOU’RE A CHILD!!!!!”

huening kai

this loud mf will scream once he steps inside your place to see a child sitting on the floor holding your phone

“Y/N WHO IS THIS KID?!”

“shut up! i’m y/n! get your butt over here and help me!”

he was lowkey scared to be near you

but he’s be sniffing you, lifting your arms and legs

then he’d giggle

“heh you’re cute.”

he’d take you to his dorm actually

although all the boys are there cooing at you and babying you, you’re just in kai’s room mostly

he’d give you all his plushies

compare your size with his plushies’ sizes

then he’d giggling some more

once you felt a little tired you laid in his bed with arms open looking up in the ceiling

“being a kid is boring.”

next think you know he’s rubbing your belly

WILL RUB YOUR BELLY NON STOP

okay but you know how kid’s bellies are usually rounded and not flat?

exactly

that’s why kai loves to rub your belly

he’d give you piggy back rides

don’t really know how to baby you because he’s a baby himself

but he understand your baby nature

babies unite!!!

he’d let you braid his hair or tie it

you’d be sitting in the couch and him on the floor while you put random clips on his hair

then the other boys would videotape it

“look at both of our babies… aigooooo!” -txt

would make cupcakes together

your little self would just be passing the ingredients to him while he does all the work

but hey it’s still teamwork yk

after both of you would be high of sugar

very very energetic

also is obsessed with your laughs

the pitch is higher and cuter

so he’d purposely make you laugh

and he’d be clapping bc of how adorable you are

would ask the older boys to order you food just for you too

“c’mon hyung, little y/n is hungry”

“just tell us that YOU are hungry”

still ends up ordering a lot of food

you’re slurping the jjajangmyeon and he’s be hella ready to wipe your mouth for you

would also clip your hair back

but he’d accidentally pinch your scalp instead

“kai, that hurts!”

“eeehhh sorry :””(��

after eating all the food

you’d be knock out on his bed

then him next to you

both of yall cuddling a plushie each

he wakes up first tho

“y/n wake up! you’re normal!”

you opened your eyes to see a 5 year old kai

“am i dreaming or you’re 5?”

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whitexwingedxdoves · 3 years ago

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Ghosts ( Chapter 2)

Chapter 2.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Time Frame: Pre Apocalypse Warnings: strong language, crime, Summary: Merle convinces you to run away with them and you get closer to Daryl on your travels. A/N: you have no idea how long it took for me to write this. I got a block like half way in. Also this is definitely a filler chapter sorry! I promise the next one will be much more entertaining. Read Chapter 1 Here

As you awoke the next morning, the southern sun leaked in through the blinds of your room and you felt the warmth on patches of your face. Your eyes adjusted to the light and scanned the room as you stretched out your back. You noticed Daryl, propped in the same position he was in last night, fast asleep and just like that the dread of yesterday settled back in. You sat up in bed for a while as you tried to piece your memories of last night, though most of it was a blur. You noticed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the bedside table next to Daryl. Throwing the covers off you, you tiptoed around the room retrieving a cig and the lighter before heading outside. Your lungs pulling the fresh air in, you leaned against the banister looking out at the car park before lighting the cig, replacing the fresh air in your lungs with chemicals. The breeze of the morning combined with the scolding sun distracted you from reality for a moment, a small moment of ignorant bliss, that was until you heard a door open. It was Merle, he clumsily fell from the door frame as he adjusted his unbuttoned shirt over his discoloured vest. His eyes met yours for a moment, his features became soft, almost like a child’s as he noticed you standing there. Clearing his throat, attempting to hide the obvious guilt on his face, he too pulled out a smoke and stood beside you.

“Daryl in there?” he questioned, pointing to your room. You nodded, awkwardly avoiding any more eye contact with this man. “kay, well I’ll wake him up and we can get goin’” he announced heading towards the door but he stopped when he heard you speak.

“We?” your features showing a mixture of anger and confusion. “What makes you think I’m going anywhere with you?” you spat at him, he allowed a small laugh pass, shaking his head.

“Sweetheart, you don’t think you can go back now do ya?” when you didn’t respond he only laughed more “Na… you’re in this with us na. You can’t go back there! There’s a burnt down stolen trailer with a body inside. Your sisters… you don’t think they’ll bring you in for questioning?” biting down on his lips, your face growing even more confused the more he spoke. “What happens when they realise you were there when it happened… that makes you an accessory to murder baby girl. You ran with us last night, that aint doin’ you any favours.” You could feel the anger taking over your body as you listened to this man, this pathetic excuse for a man, you couldn’t stand the way he was talking about your sister as if she was just a prop, you couldn’t stand how he managed to make you a suspect in all of this while you were at your most venerable but most of all you couldn’t stand how he was right. Though that didn’t stop your hand connecting with his face.

“You’re a prick” you leaned into him pushing past him and back into your room. The noise of you opening the door woke Daryl up, he noticed how tight you held your jaw as you threw his lighter back in his direction. “We need to go” you spoke bluntly, staring at the younger brother. He just nodded, not questioning the motives of your decision.

“We’re we goin?” he asked simply, pushing his belongings back into his pockets and standing up. He allowed a moment to stretch himself out, his arms way above his head, his vest pulling up his body showing his navel. You admired how smooth his skin looked but only briefly, that’s when Merle popped his head around the door.

“Just get in the car!” he demanded, holding his face where your hand connected to it and just like that you all made your way to your car. You took the back seat and so did Daryl while Merle took charge in the driver's seat.

You had been on the road for a few hours, barely saying a word to anyone. You just watched as the world became blurry, seemingly flying past you. There was nothing any of you could say but Daryl wanted to, he wanted to distract you but he just couldn’t find the right words. His eyes never left you, he admired the structure of your face as you looked out the window, the whole time chewing on the corner of his mouth. Merle caught a glimpse of how Daryl was looking at you and a devious smirk crept onto his lips. He turned the corner and pulled into a small gas station.

“Okay, time to stock up.” He announced, far too cheerfully. He and Daryl looked at each other almost as if they could read each other's mind, you watched them confused as they both nodded at each other and left the car. Merle pumping gas and Daryl heading straight into the building for food and other supplies. You slowly opened the door and got out, stretching your body taking in the surroundings. “Don’t go too far, we aint staying long!” Merle announced, the same evil smile plastered on his face.

“Not going anywhere!” you threw a sarcastic smile his way before leaning against the car door. You looked over at the gas metre watching the numbers get higher and higher. “How we gonna pay for all of this” you didn’t get a response instead he just hopped into the car and told you to get in quickly, you looked over your shoulder as Daryl came bolting out of the store with his arms full of goods. Fuck. You jumped back in the car leaving the door open for Daryl as he slid right in. Merle didn’t wait long and immediately started taking off, you watched as Daryl scrambled to free his arms of all the things he had just stolen, his door still wide open. You took it upon yourself to lean over him and pull it shut. Daryl couldn’t help but feel flush as you leaned over him, his eyes scanning you. He took particular interest in the crook of your neck and how soft it looked. He tried to take a breath but all he could inhale was the soft, flowery smell of whatever you used for shampoo the night before. Once the door was closed and you were on the road, Merle let out a hearty laugh. You and Daryl stayed quiet.

“You get anything good baby bro!” he asked, peering into the mirror. You sat back, running your hands through your hair as you watched the younger brother go through everything he had stolen.

“What the fuck was that!” you finally interjected. “Are you insane?!” you screamed at Merle, his eyes narrowed now, glancing back at you through the mirror.

“What the fuck do you want us to do? We gotta survive, right?” you couldn’t argue with him, you just propped your elbows on your knees and leaned your face into your palms. Once you popped your head back up, you looked at the pile laying in between you and Daryl. You noticed 3 packs of Camels buried under liquor and chips, you grabbed a pack and pulled at the packaging until you could slide out a cigarette. Lighting it up with the lighter Daryl passed you, you rolled the window down and slumped back into your seat, defeated. “Atta girl!” Merle teased peering at you through the mirror.

You had always tried to escape this life, you watched countless others fall into the same trap. A life of crime and drugs. You always swore to yourself you would never turn out like the people in your town. You wanted to get away from it all, be the change you needed to see when you were a child but in pure twisted irony, here you are in the back of your car, attempting to escape the law with a drug addict and his thieving brother.

The night soon drew in, yet again you found the car pulling into a motel, this one looked nicer on the outside, it had a communal area with chairs and tables and pool… the pool was questionable. You watched Merle run to the reception to get some rooms. You helped pick up the stolen goods with Daryl while you waited. Closing the car door, you both stood awkwardly, waiting.

“M’ sorry” Daryl whispered in your direction, it caught you off guard. You turned to him and saw the pity drip from his face.

“S’ not your fault.” You responded with a small genuine smile passing your lips, he noticed that it was the first time you had smiled since leaving the trailer. Merle was back at this point, shaking one key at you both.

“They only had one room, two beds though” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to sleep in the same room as that man but followed him as he led the way. Once in the room, you and Daryl placed the various snacks, alcohol and cigarette cartons on the dresser. The room was similar to the one you had last night, just… bigger. You looked around the room and on an accent table off to the side sat 4 small glasses, you pulled 2 away and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that Daryl brought in.

“Gonna go have a drink, outside. You wanna come?” you questioned, looking up at Daryl. Merle is now listening in. The younger brother just nodded and took the glasses from your hand.

“Woah, is this a date or am I just not invited?” Merle teased reaching for one of the glasses from the table. You clenched your jaw heading for the door. Not saying a word as the brothers followed you down to the communal area. You chose a circle table and sat down. The two boys followed shortly after, sitting in the free chairs beside you. You wasted no time pouring yourself a drink and downing it instantly. Both boys just watched you, Merle seemed impressed but Daryl couldn’t shake the worried look from his face. You poured another drink but you took your time with this one. You passed the bottle on and leaned back into your chair. Your eyes landed on Daryl as you watched him tip back his drink.

“Well, considering we're going to be spending a lot of time together, we should probably get to know each other” you suggested, Daryl gave Merle a confused look and the look was replicated. Merle cleared his throat and popped his drink down on the table.

“Whatcha wanna know?” his tone became cocky as he watched the alcohol swirl in the glass. You just shrugged, biting on your bottom lip trying to think of a question. “I know, let's play I aint never” your face dropped at Merle’s suggestion, dumbfounded he would even suggest such a game.

“Ain’t that like a teenage girl’s game.” You spat sarcastically back at the man, who seemed amused by your discomfort of the idea. He just shook his head and laughed.

“Oh sweetie, you wanna get to know us, right? We might as well make it intrestin’ “ his smirk growing on his face as you tipped your glass back, gaining another mouth full of the burning liquid.

“Fine, you go first”

“I ain’t never sucked no dick before” Daryl looked at his brother with pure disgust for even letting the perverted words leave his mouth, his eyes wandered to you as you drank the last of your drink and poured another.

“My turn…. I ain’t never paid for a fuck” you sinisterly spat at Merle watching him drink back the remainder of his glass. You turned to Daryl, amused by your choice of question and nodded in his direction. “Your turn.”

“This is fuckin’ stupid!” He growled, shaking his head.

“Oh baby bro, you’re just pissed cause you ain't never done anythin’” Merle mocked, laughing at his younger brother. You snapped your head towards Merle and shot him a deadly look.

“Oh what and you think paying for a fuck makes you a big man? Some sort of cool guy?” you spat at him. “God you’re such a fucking pig. At least Daryl has fucking respect for himself” Merle just stared at you both before grabbing his glass and lifting himself up from the table, muttering and cussing to himself as he left.

It was awkward for a moment as you watched Merle leave, heading towards the motel. Shifting your weight so you were facing Daryl now, you couldn’t help but notice how embarrassed he looked. You didn’t believe what Merle said about him but still, you wondered… Daryl never looked at you in a creepy way like most men back home did, nor did he try to force himself on you or make passive pervy comments like them. “Your turn” you spoke softly, holding your glass in your hand, attempting to break the awkward tension. He just sighed and hung his head slightly in defeat.

“I aint never fucked no one in public” You laughed slightly at his words.

“Can’t say I have… wanted to, just never did!” you teased, crossing your legs and allowing one to bounce slightly. “Okay, I aint never been caught in the act” you watched as Daryl tossed back his head downing his drink. “Oh you dirty dog!” you teased more, filling his glass up for him. He laughed a little and you couldn’t ignore the butterflies that swarmed your stomach at the sound of his laughter. You pressed the glass against your lips as you studied him for a moment, the way you did when you first met him but you allowed your eyes to venture more, you took in the way the outdoor lights contoured the muscles in his arms and the veins that popped out under the skin on his hands, you snapped your eyes back up to his as he spoke.

“I aint never played this stupid game before” he sniggered as you tipped your glass back. You held the liquid in your mouth for a moment, placing the glass back onto the table. You had to know something about him, just to make sure that you weren’t falling into the same trap of falling for the wrong guy again like you did time and time again. Not that you were falling for him, at least you didn’t think so. Swallowing the liquid you sat up in your chair slightly.

“I aint never done fuckin’ heroine before” Your words seemed harsh and your eyes never left Daryl, praying and hoping he wouldn’t lift the glass. A look of guilt swept over his face as he looked down at the glass before he looked up at you.

“Nah, I ain’t stupid” he spoke proudly, a look of hurt in his eyes but you couldn’t help but smile at him. The rest of the night went as well as it could, you spent most the night talking with Daryl forgetting about the alcohol and the adolescent game you were playing and just talked. Not about anything important but it was nice, it took you both away from reality for a moment.

The next morning, you all gathered into the communal area to figure out where to go from here. Daryl and Merle were arguing over where to go next but you blocked it out, you were watching a man walking in and out of his motel room. You knew instantly this guy was sketchy, the way he dressed and how he was always looking over his shoulder. It wasn’t long until the man got into a car and disappeared up the road. You interrupted the boys who were arguing over how to get money, Daryl stating that they couldn’t just keep stealing from gas stations, pushing away from the table the brothers looked up at you. “I just need to go grab something, I’ll be back in a second. '' Keeping it brief and not allowing them to respond you made your way up to the room that you saw the man walking in and out of. Trying your best to keep a low profile you looked through his window to see if you could pick out anything of value. The room was a mess but you noticed the way the mattress was unusually raised. You took a second to think things over and looked for a way in. Just then, as if luck was in your favour, a woman turned the corner with a basket of cleaning supplies hanging from her arm. “Oh excuse, I’m really sorry about this but my boyfriend just went to the store and he took the room key with him, do you mind…” you turned to the door and signalled for her to open it, an innocent smile plastered over your features. The woman sighed and fumbled in the front pocket of her apron before pulling out a room key and unlocked the door. You thanked her, what felt like a million times as you slowly backed into the room.

Once inside the room, you frantically looked around before spotting a duffel bag lazily thrown into the corner. You grabbed it and knelt down in front of the mattress where you noticed the lump. Pushing your hair behind your ears you took a deep breath before digging your hand under. You could feel the large amounts of cash brush across your fingertips which only made you smile. You pulled out wads of cash, not bothering to count it until you felt like you had taken enough. Putting the money into the duffel bag, you zipped it up quickly and left the room making your way back to Daryl and Merle who were predictably still arguing. You kept looking over your shoulder as you approached them. “Hey, I think I’m gonna take the car into the town we passed, see if there’s anything useful” Daryl looked up at the bag with a puzzled look on his face but you were just grateful Merle hadn’t noticed. “Will you come with me?” directing your question at Daryl he noticed how you seemed to be in a rush so he just nodded and pulled himself up from the table.

“Fine, go! I’ll just nap off this hangover” Merle waved us off and just like that you rushed to your car.

First you threw the bag in before you got into the driver's seat. Finally you were able to breathe a little better and your attention turned to Daryl, who despite not saying anything was waiting for an explanation. You just passed him the bag and focused on hot wiring the car. You heard the bag unzip and used that as your cue to explain your plan “I broke into some seedy guy's room, I didn’t take all his money but enough. I was thinking we could grab some tents and camping stuff, fill the car up and leave whatever’s left for food.” You spoke quickly, you finally heard the engine roar and looked at Daryl biting your lip, hoping he would agree to your plan.

“Shit” he chewed the corner of his lip as he looked at the money, like he did whenever he was deep in thought. “Yeah, yeah camping shit, that’s a good plan” zipping up the bag again and throwing it onto the back seat, he felt your hand on his arm.

“Don’t tell Merle about the money” He didn’t even need to think about why he just nodded in agreement and sat back into his seat as you started to drive off.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl imagines #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #daryl dixon x you #ghostschapter #daryl dixon x y/n

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storysofmyown · 4 years ago

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Um, if you want to, could you maybe do some headcanons with the demon bros on an mc that plays around with their pen when they're super focused on something? Like spinning their pen, chewing it, clicking it, or tapping their notebook with it?

Ohh this is a cool concept! Im always clicking on my pens whenever I get distracted XD

By the way, I chose to do.this with Lucifer, Beel, and Belphie, hope you don't mind that I didn't do all of the boys :(

Lucifer:

Lucifer was tutoring Mc in the library, they had expressed that they needed help with some subjects so he took it upon himself to help them

It was silent and peaceful while Mc did some excersices he had written down for them to do. That was...until the tapping began.

Lucifer looked at Mc to see them tapping their own agaisnt their notebook rapidly, a focused expression before the tapping stopped and they wrote something down.

Lucifer only let out a small chuckle before focusing on his own papers, until the tapping began again. He didn't think too much of it until the fourth time the tapping came back.

Lucifer let out a sigh, a small smile in his lips as he looked at Mc, this time they did notice his eyes on them.

"...oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you" MC looked at him, a hint of embarrassment in their face before Lucifer only smirked.

"Don't worry about it, it doesn't brother me, plus I ki d of find it endearing" Lucifer watches the humans reaction, making him chuckle before looking back at his work, not long after, the tapping started again.

Beel

Beel was with Mc in their room, they were sitting in MCs as he munched on some chips and Mc wrote something down on their notebook.

He didn't know if it was for class or something like that, but it didn't matter, he just enjoyef MCs company.

After finishing his snack, Beel looked up to Mc, seeing them chew on their pen, making the demon look at them, curiosity feelings his gaze.

Why was Mc chewing on their pen? Did it tasted good? Maybe it was some sort of candy that looked like a pen!

Well, it didn't matter what it was, because Beel had moved and taken one of MCs pens that were laying on the bed, proceeding to bring it to his mouth and bite in it before Mc was even able to look at him.

"Puack!" Beel complained as he took the pen out, ink dripping in his clothes as he looked sadly. "It didn't taste good..."

"Beel! What are you doing?!" Mc scolds him, taking the pen from him before it starts getting into the bed.

"sorry, you were trying to eat yours and I thought they must taste good...you humans have stra get tastes" Beel looks down, causing Mc to smile softly at the big demon.

"You idiot" The say, but there is a smile on their face as they look at him. "I wasn't trying to eat it, I was just chewing on it! Its just something I do, but I'm not trying to eat the pen!" Mc ruffles the bug demons hair as he makes an oh sound, cheeks turning red a bit as he looks down on his shirt.

"Well, at least now I know what ink taste like" Beel smiles brightly at Mc, making the human smile at back at the avatar of gluttony.

Belphie

Belphegor was napping besides Mc. He had fallen asleep as Mc awaited for the documentary form their class to finish as they took notes.

It wasn't long before he got bored so he let himself fall asleep. Tho, it wasn't long before a clicking sound started, making him wake up.

At first, he tried to ignore it, but as the lack of sound from the TV became known to him and the clicking kept going, Belphegor found himself getting curious of what the sound was.

So, he got up from MCs lap, turning to see to see them clicking their pen repeatedly as the looked at their notes. Yet, his curiosity had not been satisfied.

"Why are you making that sound?" Belphegor asked, softly, putting his head back on MCs lap.

Mc would jump s little, not having taken notice when he got up, turning to look at him and smiling nervously. "Did I woke you up?"

"kind of, yeah" Belphie responds, his eyes already closed.

"Sorry about that...and I don't know, habit I guess" they explain simply, making Belphegor humm at their response. A couple of seconds had passed and the clicking stopped altogether, now the silence was kind of making him uneasy.

"It doesn't bother me, I was just curious" he stated simply, snuggling further into them. He can hear a breathy chuckle from Mc before they start the clicking again,sometimes it would switch to a tapping one but for some reason Belphegor found them relaxing.

I really hope this was enjoyable, and I'm sorry that I didn't do the other boys. But thank you so much for sending me this <3

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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ayellowcurtain · 5 years ago

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could you maybe write a liiiittle angst about sander being upset he can never seem to get a hold of robbe (he’s just upset bc he misses him so much) and then obviously they make up in the end?

can you continue the childhood fic please?

Can you write a story were Robbe has a meltdown about is mom and Sander finds him on the floor and comforts him?

Part 4

All of a sudden, things can change, drastically. For a dumb reason, they had a fight and now they’re not talking and that’s not normal. Sander doesn’t know how it is to not talk to Robbe and it feels like a part of him was ripped out of his body and disappeared forever.

He might be overreacting, but that’s how he really feels. Like Robbe is a big part of him that’s missing now.

Sander didn’t consider his escape from home as him breaking the quarantine all those weeks ago. When they got the news, he could only think about being with Robbe so he rushed to his place and spent most of the quarantine with him and his mom, having slow and quiet sex before going to bed almost every night and cuddling for hours when they woke up. He could live in that type of quarantine for the rest of his life. Stuck inside with Robbe sounded like the best life.

But then the quarantine was extended for a few more weeks and Sander felt like he was overstaying. He felt like Robbe’s mom was starting to be affected by his presence. They’re family, but she was still mourning her marriage and she didn’t feel comfortable crying or hiding inside her own bedroom when Sander was there. So he went back home to give them some space.

He and Robbe still called every night to talk and they were texting constantly, but sometimes Robbe was busy with his friends, not replying for hours. It’s okay, Sander had other things to do too, friends to video call, family to talk to...

On a bad day, he decides to call Robbe a little earlier than usual, he misses Robbe way too much and being away from him is starting to get the best of Sander.

It takes a while, but Robbe picks up and Sander can instantly tell he’s drunk.

“Hi!” Robbe smiles like he always does and that eases Sander’s bad mood a little.

“Hey, cutie... I was calling you...” He tries not to sound too invasive and maybe Robbe’s drunk brain doesn’t even notice if he was.

Robbe closes his eyes for a second to think, forming a little crease between his eyebrows. His hair is pointing to every direction, he’s wearing one of Sander’s hoodies, his cheeks are bright red. He looks so beautiful, but Sander is a little too jealous to focus on that. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Hm, I’m talking to the boys, can we talk later?”

“Robbe...” Sander sighs, resting against the wall behind his bed.

“I’m sorry...I’m sorry! But we’ll talk later, I promise.” Sander doesn’t answer, but Robbe doesn’t wait either. He says that he loves Sander and hangs up before Sander can even say it back.

Only when he puts his phone down that Sander realizes how he was clenching his jaw, squeezing his phone in between his fingers. He tries to calm down, to count to ten slowly and then to keep himself busy while he waits for Robbe to call back, but he waits almost the entire night and there’s no phone calls, no texts, nothing.

Sander falls asleep waiting for it and when he wakes up, he jumps to sit on his bed, opening his phone, afraid that Robbe called and he missed, but there’s still no news.

He opens instagram and all the boys, except for Robbe, posted a bunch of stories so he clicks on the first icon, knowing he’ll have to watch what he’s looking for.

Nothing too worrying during Jens’ stories or Moyo’s, but at the second one he already sees a hint and then it changes to Aaron’s stories and Sander pauses to look at it carefully.

Jens, Moyo, Aaron, Jana, Luca, Britt, Amber, Robbe and Noor during a video call. He knows it’s not really a choice, but the fact that Robbe and Noor are side by side makes Sander want to scream at everyone. Robbe is drunkely sliming, his hair even messier than when he talked to Sander. He can do whatever he wants, but the fact that he chose to videocall his friends and Noor instead of Sander makes him angry.

He drops his phone back on his bed and gets up, needing some air to calm down. As he goes to the kitchen, he runs into his mom and dad, drinking wine and watching tv. They look at him and his mom explains with an easy smile.

“The quarantine is over, love.”

Sander feels a little better when he sees Senne for the first time in a long time. He only raises his eyebrows as a way to say hi, letting his door open as he goes back in. Sander gets in, taking his shoes off and locking the door behind him before going to the kitchen, washing his hands as he looks at his friend.

Senne’s hair is a lot longer and a little greasy, with a slight stubble framing his face, covering his jaw, Sander has never seen Senne with a beard before.

“Rough quarantine, huh?” Senne grunts in response as he serves both of them something strong. Sander can smell the alcohol from across the room, but he doesn’t say anything about being the morning still. He needs something to drink today anyway.

There’s something bothering Senne, but it takes time for him to open up, even for his friend, but when they’re about to walk to living room to talk, Sander’s phone keeps buzzing inside his jacket. He thinks about ignoring it. It can only be Robbe and he doesn’t feel like talking to him right now.

Senne looks at his pocket, raising his eyebrows.

“Ignore it.” Senne nods his head and starts walking again to the living room, throwing himself on his couch, but Sander’s phone is still ringing with every new message he gets.

“Just fucking read it already, bro.” Sander sighs, putting his cup on the coffee table, getting his phone and seeing what Robbe wants.

Sander

Please

Sander please

can you come?

I need you

He shoves his phone in his pocket and rushes out of Senne’s apartment, ignoring him screaming his name. Sander stumbles while getting on his bike, getting to Robbe’s place in less than five minutes, still panting while he runs upstairs, knocking on the door as he tries to turn the handle and the door opens right away and Sander doesn’t think why, he just gets in, more careful now, looking around him as he walks to Robbe’s bedroom, easily opening the door again.

At first he doesn’t see Robbe, he’s freaking out too much to pay atenttion, but then Robbe raises his head, sitting on the floor, on the other side of his bed and Sander sighs in relief, locking the door and rushing to his side.

Robbe climbs on him instantly, fitting so perfectly against him, his heels hooking in the small of Sander’s back, his arms tightly around his neck, pulling Sander even closer. This is all Sander ever wanted, but it’s still new to see Robbe letting himself feel and do what he wants. Months ago, Robbe would barely touch him, afraid that things could happen as result. Now there’s this intimacy and Sander wishes he could live in it, but in a different scenario, one where Robbe wouldn’t be shaking, silently crying against his shoulder.

“You’re okay, Robbe. You’re gonna be okay.” Sander relaxes his body, letting Robbe use him however he needs him to, for as long as he wants. He gently puts his hands on Robbe’s back, rubbing carefully over his green sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry.” Robbe says when he stops crying, Sander’s hoodie is all wet, glued to his shoulder, but he doesn’t care. Robbe lifts his head and Sander can’t see his eyes behind it, his glasses are foggy so Sander takes them off carefully, putting on the bed behind him, drying Robbe’s cheeks with his hands.

“Do you want to talk? Or do nothing? We can do whatever you want...” He tries to sound calmer than what he feels inside. Seeing Robbe on the floor, crying his eyes out was scary and Sander hated it. He doesn’t know exactly what happened, but he can imagine. Robbe is constantly struggling with how to deal with his mom. Their relationship is a little reversed these days and Robbe pretends like he can take it until he can’t, but Sander never saw him break down like this.

Robbe shakes his head, his hands slipped down to Sander’s chest at some point, holding his hoodie tightly.

“Don’t wanna talk about it. Fuck, Sander...” he exhales loudly, putting his forehead against Sander’s, with his eyes closed, his eyelashes still wet. “I’m sorry for being an asshole all the fucking time.”

Sander sighs, quietly putting his hands under Robbe’s sweatswirt, still trying to calm him, trying to make him a little warmer, Robbe is always a little cold. “Robbe...stop.” He doesn’t know if he can or if he should, but he kisses Robbe on the mouth very gently, whispering, “You’re never an asshole.”

“I just...I miss you too much, all the time.” Robbe finally meets his eyes, slowly letting go of his hoodie, putting his hands on his own thighs, trying to calm his breathing. “I’m still getting used to this, everything. I’m sorry.”

Sander straightens his posture, resting against the bed when he notices Robbe is talking about them, whatever is going on when they can kiss for hours now, sleep on the same bed. Robbe was a virgin and Sander is the only person he ever had sex with. Sander knows everything between them changed drasticly overnight, but to him, it always felt so right, like they were finally where they wanted to be. “Stop apologizing, Robbe. It’s okay. We don’t need to know everything.” Sander bites his own lip, thinking he should just ask, but afraid of what he might hear “Is it good for you?”

Robbe huffs like Sander would do and he can’t help but smile. Without even noticing, they’re taking each other maneirisms and making it their own.

“Yes, it’s good, Sander, but I just...I know I can’t be calling you any time I need some comfort or someone...You have your life and-”

“Stop. Stop, Robbe. You know I would run to you any day, every single time you need me.” Robbe raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, still a little embarrased, but Sander is happy and a little proud Robbe is not avoiding his touch, still sitting in his lap.

“I know.”

“And I think...we should make it official.” Sander says what he’s been thinking about for weeks. They’re dating already so he doesn’t see the problem in just telling everyone about it. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Robbe’s eyes meet his right away, laughing quietly, sitting a little closer, if that’s possible.

“Yeah...? But...I also like this, where is just the two of us.”

“Yeah, it’s good. We don’t have to make an announcement...”

“Okay.”

“Yes, okay.”

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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sixdaysofswordsandshields · 4 years ago

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TW - This story contains murder, swearing, and lots of blood. Please read at your own risk.

This is a somewhat short (~2.7K words), angsty fanfiction about Felix after the war losing his grip, and taking out his frustration in the form of, well, murder. I also would like to say that this is in no way me trying to hate on Dimitri. He is one of my favorite characters, and that is a piece of fiction. I do not agree with everything Felix thinks here, it is fiction. Enjoy!

Felix woke up in a cold sweat. He jolts awake, gasping for air. Glenn... He buries his face in his hands. It's been 10 years, so get out of my head!

Felix hasn't gone a single day without questioning why he alone had to be the sole survivor of his family. Peace was attained, the war was won, Felix was married to the love of his life. Everything was supposed to be good.

He was supposed to be happy.

And part of him was. Truly was happy. Being the new duke of the kingdom had its downsides, but he could finally live freely.

But another part of him was dying, eating away at his very existence. They left you, Felix. They all left you for him. Felix clenches his fist in the silk sheets of his bed, his knuckles turning white. All for that stupid, blond bastard.

Why him?! Why did they have to die for him?! All because of him, Felix had lost everything. With every single day that passed by, that small voice in the back of Felix's head grew louder. It's all his fault, Felix. It's his fault that they're gone.

Felix sighs and gets out of his bed, extra careful to not wake up his lover. He makes his way down to the back door of the Fraldarius Estate, the wood stairs softly creaking with every step. He remembers his childhood. "Felix, little bro!" Glenn would harshly whisper. "Yes, I know. It's the third, ninth, and sixteenth ones that creak." Felix would nod, making his way down as fast as he could. Felix smiles at the thought. They would always sneak out together at night to play...

Felix told his retainers that he simply wanted to be left alone for the time being. He doesn't bother grabbing a jacket. He steps outside into the snow and sighs, his breath foggy in the frigid temperatures of Faerghus.

"Felix... Do you think there will ever be a day where we can rest peacefully?" A voice that sounds too much like Glenn whispers in his ear. Felix gasps, turning around. "Glenn?! Who's there?" He says, stepping backwards in shock and falling back into the snow.

But there was nobody.

Felix takes a deep breath. I'm sure I'm just imagining things. What nonsense, how pathetic. Felix pushes himself up from the snow, his body beginning to shake from the cold. "I should go train." He mutters, turning to the direction of the door.

He hears a deep sigh coming from behind him. "Felix, my son, we've talked about this several times. It's rude to ignore people, especially your own brother."

Felix turns around to be met with his father, who was still looking the exact same as he did the night of his death. He burned with hatred. "Huh. That's damn funny coming from you. You were always the one ignoring me for that idiotic blond mop! Dimitri this, Dimitri that... I'm your son. But you never acknowledged that. Leave me alone, you old bastard."

"Felix, bro, calm down. Why fret over it? The dead are dead, right? We're gone. Forever. You have no right to criticize dad for what he's done because he's dead. The dead are dead, and the living are living." Says Glenn, stepping towards his father. He had seemed to age from when Felix had last seem him. Still towering over him, of course. Felix looks up into his blue eyes, the same shade as his father's, "I know that. Unlike some people around here, I know how to practice what I preach. But... But... I... Nevermind. I'll be going now. Goodbye." He begins to make a beeline towards the door.

"But what, little brother? Spit it out, I know you want to. How did you expect us to rest peacefully when he's still out there?" Asks Glenn, reaching up to tighten his ponytail. Glenn hadn't changed at all. Still obsessed with his hair, still clearly following that 5 step skin routine he was so insistent on, still had that one stupid strand of hair that was more wavy than the others and refused to sit flat upon his head, still Glenn. He was still Glenn. Felix feels a pang in his heart. His brother... He felt like home.

"He took us from you, Felix." Says Rodrigue, nodding along.

"Shut up. You're wrong. Both of you gave up your lives for him. How foolish." Felix says through clenched teeth. The cold of the air was beginning to bite at him, but he didn't care. "Both of you left me for him! For him! You gave up your lives like fools for one man. That's what you chose to do. Why? Why couldn't you have just lived? Why is he so important?!" Felix screams.

"Felix, sweetheart, we didn't want to die for him. He only did it because we had to. This is all his fault, Felix. Blame Dimitri, not us. Right, father?" Says Glenn, the a small smirk on his face.

"Of course, my son. He did this to us, and you're the only person who can avenge us." Nods Rodrigue, a gentle smile on his face. It's been so long since Felix had seen that smile...

Felix clutches his throbbing head in his hands, "Get out of my head! Y-You're wrong! There is no avenging the dead! Go away!" Felix shouts into the cold air.

Glenn chuckles.

"Maybe you'll finally get it when you stop lying to yourself. You hate him, Felix. You always have." He purrs, leaning in.

"No! The war is over. He's saved us so many times and he's... he's... my friend!"

A sigh from Glenn. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I forgot about that phase where you couldn't do crap without your pretty little prince by your side. You were a damn cute kid, but damn were you annoying."

Rodrigue softly chuckles, "Glenn, my boy, that sharp tongue of yours truly is relentless."

Felix clenches his fist and tries to throw a punch at Glenn. His hand just goes through him and he falls back into the snow. So cold...

"So quick to resort to violence... You really just a kid, Felix. Just a lost, scared kid who's neck-deep in denial. He's a horrible man. Just open your eyes to the truth." Says Glenn, looking deeply, too deeply, into Felix's eyes. His glare was intense. Felix topped a step back..

"Indeed. How long is it going to take for you to avenge us, Felix?! How long is it going to take for you for bring us his head, like how you've wanted to for so many years?" Sighs Rodrigue, gently rubbing his temples from stress.

"Yeah, Felix. We've been waiting for too long. You're disappointing. We lost everything because of that boy..." Whispers Glenn, staring up at the pale sky.

Felix blinks and they're gone. He buries his face in his hands, tears burning at the edges of them. He shivers in the snow, sniffing from the cold.

One of his retainers comes running outside with a thick, wool blanket. "Lord Felix, please, I insist that you come inside. You're going to catch a cold." She says, offering him a hand.

Felix ignores it and stands up on his own. He stares hole into the ground. "Fine. But, um, I have a question." Felix says, hesitating. "Nevermind, forget I said anything." He needed time to think. Is this truly the right decision...? Felix sighs. Maybe it is. Glenn and Father can finally rest peacefully...

"Of course, my lord." His retainer nods, wrapping him in the blanket. "Would you like for me to brew you some tea? Margrave Gautier gave us a new blend from Almyra. He said that he's been saving it for you and that it's extremely spicy."

"Hmph, fine." He mutters, walking through the door and back into the warmth of his home. He sits down on the large couch in front of the fireplace, watching his retainer prepare the teapot. Father... Glenn... They're hurting. It's all his fault. I was stupid to think that they truly and willingly gave up their lives for him...

"My lord, if I may speak freely, why were you out there? You looked like you were in very much distress. Are you... okay?" The old woman asks, preparing the hot water.

"... Glenn. Father... I must avenge them." He whispers, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."

Felix stands up abruptly, tossing aside the blanket and slamming his hand down onto the table. "FATHER AND GLENN NEED ME! THEY'RE IN PAIN AND I'M SITTING AROUND AND BLUBBERING FOR NO REASON!" He scowls, "Make arrangements for me to travel to Fhirdiad as soon as possible. It's for important work."

"M-My lord, are you alright? You're not yourself..."

"You heard what I said. Make the arrangements. Now." He says, storming up the stairs to his study, abandoning his tea.

Felix sits down in the chair of his study, pulling at his own hair. Father, Glenn... No. This is what they would want.

He reaches over to a small, but effective, hunting dagger he kept on his desk. He gently runs his fingers over the textured, wooden handle of the blade. I've skinned so many animals with this... One more won't hurt.

The professor gave this dagger to him on his birthday. He remembers the day vividly. What would the professor say? Would they be disappointed in him? Or would they encourage him to walk his own path?

It doesn't matter, Felix. This is what you want, and it's all for us. For your family. This is the only way we can rest peacefully.

Felix takes a deep breath.

"I'm doing this for you. Both of you."

~~~~~~

It had been weeks since the day he first saw his father and brother begging him to allow them to rest peacefully. Every single day, their voices only grew louder. Felix felt like he was going insane. They were everywhere. Do something, Felix... Bring us his head...

And now, he was at the Palace in Fhirdiad.

Dimitri's advisor couldn't do anything but sigh upon seeing the Duke.

"Good morning, Duke Fraldarius. You requested a meeting with the king?"

Felix nods, "I did."

"For what? And please make it quick, he has an extremely busy schedule full of things much more important than you."

"Hmph," Grunts Felix, "I doubt it. I just... need to play him a visit. Just want to see how an old friend's doing, nothing more."

"Ugh," The young adviser sighs, "He should be taking a break from his papers soon, you can go on ahead to his room."

"Got it. Thank you." Felix mutters, already making his way to the king's office. Felix was dressed in his formal Duke robes. Truth be told, he hated them. It was hard to move quickly and the fashion choice is just... Felix shivers at the thought. He always knew his father had horrible taste, but when did it get this bad?! He made a mental note to commission a new outfit, perhaps something more similar to his war uniform. Practical and stylish, two things the Fraldarius family were always sure to balance. With the exception of his father, of course. What even was that mustache?! At least Glenn knew what he was doing. He cared about his outfits almost as much as he did his knighthood.

Felix can feel the knife inside his sleeve. It was lightweight and small, but it seemed to be dragging him down.

He feels a pair of eyes on him.

Felix turns around in a flash, hand instinctively reaching for the sword he always kept by his side regardless of what he was wearing.

There was nobody there.

Felix sighs and lowers his hand from his blade. "I'm sure I was just imagining things." He whispers to himself, continuing to walk through the carpeted halls of the palace. "Sir, are you alright?" Questions one of the knights who was assigned to his side for safety.

"Yes, my apologizes. Don't worry about me."

Felix continued to walk until the reached the large door on the highest floor of the palace. He remembers following his father here when he met up with Lambert.

Felix takes a deep breath. Glenn, Father... I am doing this for you. He knocks on the door firmly.

"You may come in." Responds a voice behind the door.

Felix opens the door and steps inside. "Hello, Dimitri."

Dimitri looks up from his paperwork, almost like an excited puppy. "Felix! Hello! What brings you here?" He smiles, pushing all his papers aside, "Pardon the mess, things have been rather hectic as of late!" He chuckles, standing up from his chair. Felix takes a good look at him. He looked... happy. His long, blond hair was tied up in a small ponytail in the back of his head, and the scar on his eye was healing nicely. He was dressed in a thin, white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Around the desk was several broken quills. Felix would smile, but he couldn't. Not after what he was about to do.

"I just... wanted to visit, that's all. Can we... chat? We need to talk." Felix says, and he could've sworn that he heard a chuckle that sounded a bit too much like Glenn come from behind him. But he payed it no mind. Felix's imagination had been running rampant as of late.

"Of course!" The young king smiles and reverts his attention to the knights behind Felix, "May you please leave us alone for a bit?" They all left.

Felix's heart starts pounding faster in his chest.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about, Felix?" Dimitri asks, stepping close to Felix. Was this really the right choice..?

"You." Says Felix, grabbing the knife from his sleeve. He roughly shoves Dimitri against the wall, the bookshelves shaking from the force.

"Me?! Felix... What are you doing?" Dimitri asks in a panic.

"What father and Glenn couldn't!" He screams, plunging the knife into Dimitri's stomach. Dimitri gasps, "Stop this! Knigh-"

Dimitri tries to call for help, but he couldn't. Not when Felix was tackling him to the ground. Felix hovers over him.

"You took everything that I loved!" He screams, his face red with fury. Almost as red as the blood staining his hands. He takes the knife out and plunges it back into Dimitri's shoulder.

"They all died for you, you bastard!" Felix sniffs, tears stinging at his eyes.

"Felix... No... They died for what they... believed in." Dimitri says weakly, rolling them over so that he was on top. He stands up as fast as he can, shirt soaked with crimson. He attempts to stop the bleeding with his hands, but there was too much.

"You took them away from me. All my life, it was always Dimitri this, Dimitri that. Have you any idea how painful it was?! When Father came to me in tears, telling me that Glenn was gone because of you?! Of course you don't, you useless bastard!" Felix shouts, kicking at Dimitri's chest, knocking him down to the floor.

"Felix, stop this nonsense. It... hurts..." Dimitri whispers, his blood soaking into the wooden floor. But even so, he kept fighting. He tried to push himself back up.

"It hurts, huh?! Good!" Felix says, hot tears streaming down his face as he tackles Dimitri back down to the ground.

Felix grabs the knife again, holding it up to Dimitri's neck, applying just enough pressure to make him bleed.

"Glenn was hurting too." Felix whispers in the king's ear.

Felix removes the knife from his neck, and stabs him again. Again and again. "That one's," the plunges the knife into him once again, "for father!"

"YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM YOU! YOU TOOK THEM BOTH AWAY FROM YOU! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! YOU'LL PAY!"

"Felix.... why...?" Was all Dimitri could get out before collapsing, becoming as limp as a ragdoll.

Felix sobs, he can't stop sobbing. He holds the body close to him.

He looks down at his hands.

Red.

He looks at his clothes.

Red.

He only sobs harder.

"I-I'm sorry. Father... Glenn... You can rest easy now..."

The Knights come rushing in upon hearing the ruckus.

"Your Highness!" They scream.

There was so much blood, and Felix felt sick.

He clutches the body close to him, and he keeps sobbing. He couldn't stop sobbing, damnit.

The knight looks at him in horror, "You traitor! You bastard!"

Another one lifts him up by the neck. "I would kill you here and now, but where's the fun in that? Take him away."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"It's too late for apologies. He's gone! To hell with you!" He ties Felix's hands together, "I'm looking forward to watching you suffer.

#tw murder #tw blood #so um yeah that was a fun one #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem 16 #fe3h #fe16 #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri fire emblem #felix hugo fraldarius #felix fire emblem #fanfiction #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem fanfic #fire emblem angst #glenn fraldarius #rodrigue achille fraldarius #my writing

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forever-more-never-again · 5 years ago

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Scales and Scars (Part Seven)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

First Quirk: Shadow Manipulation

Uses: Shadow manipulation allows the user to travel almost like teleportation from shadow to shadow by ‘sensing’ the shadows around the user. User is able to control the shadows and form objects. User can change the density of shadows. user also has excellent night vision.

Drawbacks: User experiences flashes of coldness from the presence of shadows, and if holds onto a shadow for too long will begin to develop frost bite.

Second Quirk: Dragon Shift

Uses: User can shift into a dragon, varying in size, and breath fire when in Dragon Form. It is a full shift, and user can not half-shift. Impressive strength in Dragon Form. Excellent vision and sense of smell. Large talons and teeth can break through almost any material.

Drawbacks: User cannot form coherent/rational thoughts while in dragon form and reverts to an animilistic and bloodthirsty mindset.

a/n:Get Ready... Italics are flashbacks

Word Count: 1909

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: Yelling, Swearing, Panic Attacks, Flash backs, Mentions of death

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

Masterlist

Your own battle trial was short lived. Having Ashido on your team, against Aoyoma and Toru was ridiculously easy. You had captured the bomb in the first three minutes.

That evening, back at home, you collapsed on the living room floor and cuddled with Inu and Hund.

“What’s wrong Lil’ Listener!?” Your Pa’s voice was loud even without his quirk, making your groan.

“I hate Teenagers.” You grumbled into the carpet. Inu punctuating your statement with a meow.

Hizashi laughed, “You sound just like Shou!”

Lifting your head to give your Pa a deadbeat stare you missed your dad rounding the couch just to steal Hund from where he was sitting on your back.

Whirling up so that you were sitting, you gaped at your Dad, “Hey!”

Shouta shrugged, sitting on the couch petting Hund who was purring up a storm, “Your loss Problem Child.”

You pouted, “You called Midoriya Problem Child to.”

Shouta groaned, “Don’t remind me. That kid is going to be trouble.”

“Why didn’t you expel him then? I know you would’ve if you thought he didn’t have potential.”

You cradled Inu in your arms, staying on the floor as Hizashi collapsed onto the couch beside his husband.

“Hmph.”

And you knew you wouldn’t get an answer.

Sighing deeply, you stood up, “I’m going to my room. Call me when Dinner’s ready?”

Your Pa waved lazily at you as Inu went to his lap.

Shaking your head fondly at your cat’s tactics and your dad’s, you shut your bedroom door and grabbed your phone.

Somehow Ashido had managed to grab everyone’s number and made a class Group Chat. Which was already hell in a handbasket.

Before opening that one, you sent a message to Shinsou.

Kitten: My Cats have betrayed me.

Zombie: ???

Kitten: They chose my father’s over me

Zombie: So...same thing as everyday?

Kitten: WHA!@HKDSJSJGKSH??? NO!

Zombie: Whatever you say Kitten

You felt heat rush to your cheeks at his last message. Even though you had changed your screen name to Kitten, it felt… different, when other people call you that.

Switching over to the group chat, you scrolled up a bit to see what was happening before joining in.

Alien: And then they just popped out and screamed ‘Hot and ready!’

Engines: Ashido, I beg you. Please stop telling us these stories.

Ghost: I don’t know Iida-kun, I find it quite funny

Alien: Aww thks babe

MOMo: I find I agree with Iida, we’ve barely met each other.

Pikachu: That’s why this chat is a good idea! We get to know each other outside of the classroom

Shark: Yeah! It’s super manly!

Kitten: You all are going to give me a headache, I can feel it

Alien: OMG Yamada is that you!?

Ghost: That screen name is adorbs!

Kitten: … Thank

Bomb: WHO THE HELL IS BLOWING UP MY PHO-

Shark: They got jeana!

Tape: What the hell happened to bakugou?

Bomb: Shut up you extras!

Kitten: You cant call pple extras asshole!

Zombie: Kitten has claws

Engines: As entertaining as this is, I suggest we get ready for sleep for tomorrow.

Turning your phone onto silent, you got ready for dinner.

After eating and petting your cats, you crawled into bed. That night, your dreams were a kaleidoscope of Burning Rubies, Yellow sunsets, Black Feathers, and hazy purple smoke.

The next day, you skipped into the classroom, surprised to see a lot of your classmates already there. It had been hard to get into the school due to all the reporters outside hounding the students about All Might.

“Hey Yamada!” Ashido flung herself onto you, clinging like a koala, “Join us!”

And you found yourself being dragged over to Kirishima’s desk where Tape arms, Pikachu and Bakugou were standing.

Ashido finally let go of you, but stayed close to your side. Smiling widely, she announced, “Guys! I brought [Y/n]!”

Tape Arms smiled and held out his hand, “Sero Hanta.”

You shook his hand, smiling back, “Yamada [Y/n] but I tell everyone to call me [Y/n].”

You looked over to see Bakugou and Kirishima both looking slightly flustered. Before you could wonder more about that, you found your arm being yanked yet again as you were dragged to your desk.

“Hi ‘Toshi!” You smiled brightly up at the purpleinette.

He grunted, the shadows under his eyes telling a story of a restless night.

“Morning Class.” The silence was sudden and slightly unsettling as everyone flung themselves into their seats and sat at attention as soon as the door opened to reveal Aizawa.

You stifled a giggle. Your father sounded like he would rather be anywhere but here.

“Today you have an important task.” He paused dramatically, and you could practically see the waves of tension and fear on your classmates.

With a deadpan stare Aizawa stated, “You need to pick a class representative.”

And the floodgates opened.

“Me! Pick me!”

“I want to do it!”

“I’m better than all you extras!”

“I wouldn’t mind it.”

You sat back in your chair, you had no desire to be class Representative. No desire to deal with responsibilities and Duties.

Aizawa butted into the yelling contest, stopping everyone for a moment, “I don’t care how you choose, you have until the end of homeroom to pick a Representative and a Vice.”

And without, he pulled out his yellow sleeping bag from behind the podium and rolled over to nap.

Iida stood up and began taking control, “We should put it to a vote!”

Kaminara pointed out a flaw, “Wouldn’t everyone vote for themselves?”

Asui piped in with a croak, “We don’t really know each other well enough.”

That just fueled Iida, “That’s why whoever has the most votes would be best suited as it shows their classmates trust and faith in them!”

Uraraka giggled, “You just want the position for yourself don’t you Iida-kun?”

Iida deflated slightly, “I won’t pretend that I do not desire the position, but I still stand that we should vote!”

And with that, everyone got out a piece of paper and the sound of pencils scratching on paper filled the air.

You stared down at your piece of paper and then glanced around the room.

You could think of a few people who you thought would do a good job.

Yaomomo was steady and would follow the rules by guiding people to them. Iida would be a stickler for the rules and enforce them.

Your gaze swung to the desks before you. There was Bakugou who was brash and harsh, but you knew he cared underneath his hard exterior due to what happened at the battle trial.

There was also Midoriya. You saw how everyone rallied when he put his all into his battle trail. Pushing everyone to try their hardest.

Flickering your eyes to your friends, you thought of Shinsou being the relaxed voice of reason. And Tokoyami being a relief from the seriousness of the Course.

In the end, you decided to go with Bakugo. Knowing he would make sure people followed the rules, by pushing them to be better.

Writing his name down, you handed it to Iida when he passed.

Aizawa woke up and took the ballots and counted them, and wrote the names and tallies on the board.

Silence.

And then.

“Who the Hell voted for Bakugo!?”

“I lost. It was my plan but still...no votes.”

“Woah! Deku! You Won!”

You stared at the board.

Midoriya: 4 votes

Yaoyorozu: 3 votes

Bakugou: 2 votes

Aizawa called out dryly, “It looks like Midoriya will be Class Representative with Yaoyorozu as your Vice Representative.

Poor Midoriya looked like a leaf shaking in the wind as he stood before the class.

With Yaomomo looking stoic.

After that, the rest of the day went by fairly fast and before you knew it, it was time for lunch.

As you walked past the table where Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou where, you heard Bakugou muttering, “Alright! Which one of you idiots voted for me!?”

Kirishima laughed good naturally, “Bro, I thought you wanted the position?”

Bakugo snarled, “I did, but now I just want to know who was the other person who wanted me to have it.”

You couldn’t help yourself. Balancing your tray of food in one hand, you leaned over Bakugou's shoulder to whisper teasingly into his ear, “Was I wrong to vote for you?”

Dancing back, you laughed at Bakugou's shout of surprise and the small pops of his quirk from his palms.

Still laughing slightly, you walked to your usual table where Shinsou and Tokoyami already sat.

“Hey [Y/n], what did you say to blasty to make him glare at you like that.” Shinsou asked.

Looking back to the other table, you saw that he was right. Bakugou was glaring at you, his red eyes holding a heat that made you squirm a little in your seat.

Turning back around abruptly, you shrugged and dug into your rice. “ I just told him that I was the other vote for him.”

Tokoyami choked on his water. You patted his back as you waited for him to catch his breath. And then you were met with two disbelieving gazes.

“What?” You tilted your head, confused with their responses.

Shinsou spoke first, “You voted for Blasty?”

Again, you were confused. Squinting your eyes slightly, your answer came out like a question, “Yes?”

Before either boy could open their mouth to ask you more about your choice, a shrill alarm began shrieking through the cafeteria.

“What’s going on!?”

A third year ran past your table, “It’s a level four Alarm! It means someone broke through the barricade!”

Everyone began running, panicked. Everyone, except for you.

As soon as you heard the shrieking of the alarm, it was like you had been thrown back and were once again five years old. Hearing the shrill scream from the room beside your cell.

Your eyes grew hazy as you fell into the memory.

“Useless! The Quirk is not compatible with its body.”

“Throw them in the incinerator. We can’t have any mistakes or loose ends.”

“Understood.”

“No! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Please! Mommy! MOOOMMYYY! AGHHHHH!”

Your breathing became erratic and without realizing it, you slipped into a shadow and flew across the school until you popped out in the hallway before the teacher’s lounge door.

Falling to your knees, you dry heaved and choked on a sob. Your mind still replaying the sound of the child screaming before the fire cut all sounds from him.

Drawing in a deep breath, you shakily stood on your feet and staggered to the door. You need Aizawa. You needed your dad. You could feel the shift under your skin, Screaming to be released in the presence of danger and your panic.

As your hand reached for the handle, something made you pause. Holding your breath, you felt a rush of cold air tingle over you.

Familiar.

Panic once again surged forward, but you held it back as you struggled to make out the sounds behind the door.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You knew those footsteps. You had spent nearly five years hearing these footsteps on the floorboards above your head. The incessant scratch of skin. The quiet mutters.

They were back. They had found you.

Panicking and struggling against your quirk, you did the only thing you could think of doing. You Screamed.

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Musically Inclined (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: Red isn't supposed to wake up with his Judge missing from his bed, thanks. Guess he should do something about that.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

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It was too fucking early in the am to be awake.

Even Edge was still asleep, and he always got up about half-past the asscrack of dawn to go for a run. The space in the bed between them that Rus usually occupied was empty and had been for long enough that they’d drifted closer, practically cuddling together. Red didn’t have a problem with that, exactly, hell, his bro was toasty at night, their own personal bedwarmer. Except that Rus was supposed to be there. Not off getting into shit on his own.

Little brat was slippery as an eel when he wanted to be and he’d slithered off fuck knew when, damn him. Red was always reluctantly impressed whenever he made one of his escapes, but damn it, one of these days he was going to turn their lanky little brat over his fucking knee. The point of them being around was to keep his bony ass safe, not because he and Edge felt like crawling up it.

Well. Not all the time.

Luckily, Red knew a trick or two of his own. He managed to escape from Sir Clings-A-Lot over there and wasn’t Edge gonna be pissed when he woke up alone? That was a problem for Future Red to deal with, Right Now Red had a brat to find.

It was kinda a relief and a disappointment that he didn’t have to go far.

Their living quarters were expansive, as they fucking well should be for the Judge and his Chosen. Large, airy rooms with plenty of wide sofas and squashy chairs, perfect for napping and cuddling, and scotch-guarded within an inch of their lives for any time they needed to handle their Official Duties. A television with all the best tech hooked up, movies and games, everything anyone needed for electronic entertainment. There was a well-equipped kitchen that Edge usually put to good use. Not only because his high HP made checking the ingredient for any tampering a cinch, but if Red and Rus were stuck cooking, they’d be living on frozen waffles and pop tarts. A bathroom with a hot tub big enough for a double orgy if Red wasn’t more inclined to ripping body parts off anyone who even gave Rus a nudge, much less tried to get a peek at what he was hiding under those flowy robes.

The only thing it didn’t have were many windows. No skylights, no big ol’ panes of glass to let in all the golden sunshine. There were plenty of overhead lamps to make up for it, it wasn’t a lack of light that was the problem for their honey. Their suite only had one picture window, complete with a window seat and that was where Rus was sitting, a burning cigarette held between two fingers.

He looked alright, considering he’d given a Judgement yesterday. No lingering shadows beneath his sockets, his magic glowing softly, healthily, in his joints. Rus was only wearing a tank top and a pair of pajama pants that prolly belonged to Edge from the way they were sagging off him, willowy thing that he was. Bare, bony feet sticking out of the too-short legs and from the way his toes were starting to curl, they were cold. No wonder, the curtains were drawn back and one of the windowpanes was cracked open, wide enough for Rus to tap the ash outside.

Rus didn't smoke often these days. Said all the Monsters out there looking up to him didn't like the idea of an avatar of the Angel carrying around a pack of Marlboro's. Far as Red was concerned, they didn't know what they were missing, and he was just fine with that. Rus smoked like there was only one thing he knew what to do with his mouth and the way his tongue curled behind his teeth, mouth pursing as he blew out a cloud of pale smoke was its own form of divinity.

Red climbed up to sit across from him, stretching out his much shorter legs alongside Rus's so that his foot was pressed lightly to the inside of one femur. He held out his hand and Rus handed over the pack wordlessly, offering the lighter when Red shook one out.

He made a show of lighting it first, inhaling a drag of hot smoke and breathing it out with, "ain't supposed to be over here alone, sweets."

Rus shrugged, but his mouth thinned, teeth tightening around the filter. "i'm fine."

Wasn't even close to the point and Rus knew it. Red let it drop, this time. The glass was bulletproof and if a sniper could manage to bend a bullet enough to hit Rus in the brain pan through the narrow, opened pane, then having an entire fleet of guards around wouldn't make much difference.

They smoked together in silence, watching as the paling darkness slowly brightened, the sun climbing back over the horizon. Red could still remember seeing his first sunrise, standing cliffside along with the other lower guard, his brother at his side as he watched all those unknown colors as they streaked across the sky. Didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching ‘em.

He wondered where Rus was in those days. Rus didn’t talk much about before he was a Judge other than saying flatly that he was nobody. Couldn’t be that simple, though. The Queen knew him back then, had to be some kind of story there.

But then, Red had his own reasons for not thinking much about the old days, a fact that came out and bit him on the coccyx when Rus chose to speak again.

"do you remember when we were kids?" Rus said, softly. His face was turned towards the window, pale eye lights watching the bright disk of the sun as it crested. "before we came to the surface?” He shook his head with a soft laugh. “remember all the trouble we used to get into with grillby in those days, we’re lucky we got out alive."

Red took a steadying drag off his cigarette, ignored the painful lurch in his soul as he breathed it out. "yeah, i remember. wasn't you, though, honey."

He didn’t know how to decipher the little smile that curved Rus’s mouth, secretive as Mona Lisa’s twin brother.

Usually, Red could get a pretty good read on people, but eh, most people weren’t a Judge, now were they. Those pale eye lights didn’t gutter out, his voice was only his own, only Rus as he said, "it was, a little. a part of me, anyway. do you ever wish you’d had a chance for him to choose you instead of me?"

Yeah, that was a land mine question wasn’t it, and Red had a foot firmly on top.

Red loved Rus and didn't have a problem telling him. He'd whisper it against the side of his skull, breathe it into his mouth, spell it with his tongue against his cunt, shout it at a fucking press conference if that was what needed to be done. It was the truth and he wasn't gonna deny Rus for anything. But some things weren't up for discussion and some answers shouldn’t ever hit air.

"don't," Red said gently. His ciggie was burned almost to the filter and he took another drag anyway, tasted bitter, burning cellulose. “don't do any good to think about the past, anyway."

"heh, i spend half my life living in the past." But Rus sat up straighter, tamped out the butt into the ashtray and that unpleasantly unreadable look turned to one that Red knew all too well, playfully mischievous. "now is pretty good time to be in, though. you want me to suck you off?"

His cock surged to form before Rus even finished the last word and Red was already kicking off his shorts. "you ever need to ask?"

There was something about seeing Rus on his knees. He lived in symbiosis with the Judge, he was an avatar for the Angel herself. And yet here he was, kneeling before Red as if he was something to revere, not some thug who managed to wrangle a place in the guard, tricked and tripped his way up the ladder until it came time for a Choosing.

Both Rus’s hands were on Red’s femurs, holding them apart as his thumbs stroking the insides absently, but that wasn’t the real show. His face, now, that was where it was. Sockets closed, his expression one of the purest bliss while he sucked luxuriously, worshiping Red with his mouth, fuck. Like an obscene sheath around his cock, soft and plush, lined with velvety golden magic and his formed tongue curled around the shaft, the tip teasing at the head.

Rus hadn’t always been so good at this; once he’d been a flustered virgin, not knowing how to ask for what he needed and more than a little desperate not to take anything they weren’t willing to offer. He and Edge spent a good amount of time diligently training that out of him. Gone were the days of accidental teeth scrapes and awkward choking, one time even a genuine bite from a nervous beginner. Nowadays Rus went down like an expert and Red could only bite back a groan and let the student take over as the master, watching greedily.

Gorgeous bastard. There wasn’t a thing in the entire fucking world Red wouldn’t give Rus, no dust he wouldn’t grind into his hands for the chance to watch this, the slow glide of his dick in and out of Rus’s mouth, crimson ectoflesh glistening wetly between thrusts and a thin rill of that golden saliva trailing down Rus’s chin.

Fucking gorgeous was what he was and Red wiped away that thread of wetness with his thumb, raised it up to lick it clean, filling his mouth with the taste of Rus’s sweetness.

Barely, Rus’s sockets slit open, pale eye lights flicking up to watch Red’s face and he wondered vaguely at what Rus saw there. Whatever it was, he liked it, humming appreciatively, and the vibration made Red gasp, knees jackknifing against Rus’s grip, trying to clutch against his skull as Red hunched over him.

“you little shit,” Red groaned out and fuck, he could feel that chuckle, didn’t do him no favors when it came to stamina, neither. Didn’t have much as it was and none at all against this brat’s teasing.

He heard the footsteps before Rus did, but that was his job, even when he was balls-deep into his Judge’s throat. His brother came around the corner, fucking finally some back up. Still in his own pajamas, black silk of course, pretentious fucker, but he froze at the sight of them, his eye lights flaring.

Maybe it was Edge’s indrawn breath Rus heard, maybe the clatter of his phalanges as they clenched into fists. Whatever it was, he paused, sockets widening as he started to pull off, and nope, that wasn’t on the agenda. Red set a hand on the back of his skull and pushed hard, forced him back down until he was swallowing desperately against the pressure of a cockhead against the back of his throat.

That little move got him a scowl from Edge that Red met with a smirk. He wasn’t hurting Rus none and if his bro wanted to stop him, all he needed to do was come on over and join the fun.

From the way his hands were jerking at the ties of his pants, that was pretty much the idea.

Red let Rus strain a minute longer, his breaths coming in frantic little puffs through his nasal cavity, fingers clenched tight in the window seat cushion. Then he let up and Rus drew back enough to glare up a Red, those pretty, pale eye lights tinging towards gold that was as bright as the sunlight filtering through the window. Heh, didn’t escape his notice that Rus didn’t pull off completely and the curling flex of his tongue made for one hell of a distraction. Red stroked a hand across Rus’s skull apologetically, taking care with his sharpened fingertips as he murmured, "don’t move, sweetheart.”

He didn’t, kneeling obediently still and his sockets went wide as Edge’s hands settled on his pelvis, gently drawing him up until it was nicely positioned with Rus’s hands braced on the floor for balance. His loose pajama pants were tugged easily down to his knees and Red couldn’t get a good angle to see what his bro was doing, but when Rus made a high, startled sound, the fresh vibration around his cock made Red groan, trying not to come right then.

He could hear the slick sound of his brother's fingers moving. No surprise there, Rus was probably already soaking wet, the inside of his femurs painted with it and his clit swollen and sensitive to even the lightest touch. Kid had to get fucked, that was simply part of who he was. What made it even better was that he fucking loved it, wasn’t any virgin left to their sweet little Judge these days, but a hot, lovely blush still flooded his cheekbones as Edge fingered him, whispering encouragingly, “That’s it, love, you’re so wet, so perfect. Relax now, let me in.”

Rus’s hips were shifting, flexing, trying to ride whatever rhythm those fingers were following, senseless little sounds gurgling in his cock-filled throat turning to whimpers of dismay when they withdrew.

“hang on, honey,” Red told him breathlessly, fucking hell, he was getting too close, they needed to hurry it up or this spitroast was gonna turn into a duet. “hang on, let him get his cock in you.” The shush of Rus’s knees was loud against the rug as he spread his femurs as wide as he could with those loose pajama pants of his still tangled around his legs.

"Shift up, love," Edge murmured. His cock was out now, Edge stroking himself generously until deep crimson pre-cum gleamed at the tip. All ready to fill their honey up and it was worth watched Edge's face as he lined up and sank into him, fuck yeah. Made for a hell of a show the way his expression tightened, mouth falling open, sockets squeezing shut and revealing more than his bro probably realized. It was good to see, some resentful little part of Red glad that he wasn’t the only one utterly absorbed by this brat.

Rus’s rhythm got lost somewhere in the middle, his mouth going slack around Red’s shaft. That was okay, couldn’t blame him for being a lil’ distracted with his bro filling him to the brim with dick. The angle wasn’t a good one for Red to get a peek, but it was a sight he’d seen before, his bro was packing a formidable piece and he went in deep, their pelvises clacking together on the first hard thrust.

Rus wasn’t even sucking anymore, tears and drool running down his face in thin, golden streaks but Red didn’t mind taking over. He gripped Rus’s jaw in both hands to hold his head steady on his wobbly neck as Red fucked that pretty face, rode the soft, plush tongue that wound around his shaft.

So fucking worth it, Rus struggling to take him, trying to follow along, but he and Edge were running the show now. Fucking was like making a song, the slick sound of Edge’s cock moving in that tight pussy matched to the messy slurps of Rus struggling to swallow Red down, with a chorus of Rus whimpering and pleading in gurgling cries. All those harsh, obscene noises building up into a shatteringly vulgar crescendo.

There was a choice to be made, face or swallow, and Red grunted out a curse as he pushed in deep, holding Rus’s head down as he came down his formed throat with a hot spill of burning seed. Some part of Rus must’ve liked that, the taste of cum or the rough handling, ‘cause he shuddered and came too, his groans sweet and muffled, as guttural thick in his throat as the cum he was swallowing down.

Distantly, Red could hear Edge groaning, too, probably decorating their pretty honey’s cunt and thighs with his own shade of crimson, but right then, it was all white-hot sensation and losing himself, losing little pieces of himself to Rus the way he always did.

S’alright. Rus already had a pretty firm hold on his soul. May as well let him keep the rest.

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derireo · 5 years ago

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Wilting Lotus / CH.2

Flashback Two: Kind Fingers to a Threatening Hand

She wakes up to a man sitting by her hospital bed, and he's looking for the answer to a simple question.

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An irritating itch going up and down her arm woke Izumi up from her deep slumber, causing a soft grumble to leave her split lips and have her wincing in pain. Her weak fingers clenched as the itch persisted and moved to scratch it away, only to have herself groan when she nearly ripped off a needle that was sticking out of her skin.

She grimaced in annoyance at the hindrance and left it alone, her eyes staring up at the creamy white ceiling above her, eyes still heavy from just waking up.

The pale yellow walls created a comforting atmosphere that had Izumi gazing into space and her mouth fell slightly ajar while her eyelashes fluttered sleepily. She felt like she was going to go back to sleep soon.

But her small trance was broken when someone in the room cleared their throat, causing her to swiftly turn her head towards the sound in surprise; not expecting that there would be a visitor waiting for her to wake up.

She didn't know anyone else in Yunliong other than those two so it didn't make any sense for someone to be here.

An unfamiliar man sat by her bed.

His posture was casual and lazy while he sat back with his legs spread apart, arms crossed low on his chest with an alluring gaze filled along with mirth as he stared back at her.

The stranger's hair was unkempt and his clothes were a bit dishevelled when Izumi took a glance, but she looked back at the ceiling so that she wouldn't be more mistaken for staring.

The man chuckled at this, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a sly smile. "You can look more if you want, I won't stop you."

The guard (who Izumi just noticed) by the door cringed, while the second one kept watching the scene in front of him with a hint of laughter behind his gaze.

There was a certain lilt to this man's voice when he goaded Izumi with a teasing hum, but the girl refused to look at him out of childish spite, puffing her cheek out.

For some reason unknown, this strange man was talking to her as if they were acquaintances or even friendly strangers, and she knew that this man was not here to keep her company. She was sure he knew she picked up on it, too.

He hummed again, but more in thought rather than to poke a nerve of hers, and tapped his phone against his thigh a few times, slowly going in tandem with the iv drip that was connected to her arm.

"You're just as stubborn as you were last night." He mused softly and placed his phone back in his pocket. "You just didn't want to die, no matter the odds against you."

The playful tone in the man's voice left Izumi unsettled in her hospital bed, leaving her to seek help from the two guards that stood by the door, and to no avail. They silently ignored her pressing gaze on them until she gave up, and turned her head towards the strange man once more.

"Was I going to die?" She asked, voice quiet. As much as she wanted to show a little more attitude to this man who seemed to stare deep into her soul, she felt it was a bad idea, and finished her thought. "Because it certainly felt like it."

A brief smile made its way onto the stranger's face as he kept his eyes on the sitting girl in front of him, his cheek in his palm. He slouched in his seat while keeping quiet to let the girl wonder what the answer was for a few more seconds, and hid his amusement by covering half his face with his hand.

Her eyes flashed with worry and she put her hand on her chest to soothe the erratic beating of her heart that thumped against her rib cage, face adorably distressed when he chose not to say anything else.

His own eyes were half lidded with mirth, and he waited one more second before opening his mouth: "Probably. You were certainly supposed to die, but I guess the dumb asses who jumped you didn't hurt ya enough." He curiously mocked.

"You were drugged and got stabbed pretty bad in some places. They hid the pretty cuts well, considering I didn't see any when I checked before. I thought you were bleeding internally with how much blood you were coughing up."

Izumi shifted uneasily beneath the sheets that lay atop her and looked away from the blond with a frown etched on her face. She couldn't really feel where she got stabbed since she wasn't feeling sore, but it's possible they put her on some painkillers.

Probably.

She picked at the fabric that rested beneath her fingers, getting a little tired of the topic to this one-sided conversation.

The lights in the room were dim, making Izumi feel dreary as she returned her gaze to the man that still sat comfortably in his seat; looking like he was about to fall asleep with how little she could see of his irises.

"So what's your name?" She asked. The lighting softened the glow of her eyes, and the gentle look on her face made an unfamiliar feeling creep into the man's chest, causing him to sit up in his seat with a very visible frown tugging at his lips.

The soft features of his face hardened along with the cut of his jaw, and the change of expression left the girl worrying over what was so wrong with such an innocent question.

"Not important." He said curtly and dragged a rough hand through his already messy hair, a sigh escaping his teeth bitten lips as his eyes squinted at the small figure that continued to sit in front of him. "I still have a very important question to ask you, Darling."

His figure closing in on her had Izumi cowering into her bed with how dark his eyes had glazed over, and the gentle brush of his fingertips trailing down her jawline made her breath stutter.

His lazy smile came back, and the unhinged sanity behind this glassy gaze caused a nauseous feeling of butterflies to erupt in her stomach.

"Do you have any names of those who could have done this to you?" He questioned her with a kind, low voice and delicately brushed his thumb along the swell of her cheek to ease the tension in her body, his gaze nothing short of deceitful as he tipped her chin to make the girl look at him properly.

(Only a little) Annoyed at this point, Izumi slightly bared her teeth at the man who was now grinning down at her, and pulled herself away from his warm touch.

He let her put a few centimetres between them before he swiftly reached out again, catching her face in his firm grip with a chuckle. His fingers dug into her cheek while his thumb pressed into the other, forcing her mouth to fall open as her chin rested in the spot that connected his index to his thumb.

Izumi's nose twitched then, as it stung from fear and she could barely let out a noise as that gaze pierced into her skin. Her clear doe eyes were slightly inward as she was forced to look at him, and that caused a satisfied, hedonistic emotion to bloom throughout his chest down to his fingertips.

"You don't have to be so shy, Little Bunny, it's not like I'm going to hurt you." He cooed, a sweet sound, but the tongue that poked out from his mouth was dangerously salacious as he wet his lips, and Izumi trembled underneath his gaze that left her frozen.

"Though, I'm tempted to have a little fun," he drawled, "I need you to cooperate with me. Can you do that?"

The dulcet, coaxing tone he used was as indolent as it was attractive, and the way this unknown man whispered to her left Izumi feeling dizzy. She couldn't help but nod in obedience.

He smiled once more, gentler than before as he uncharacteristically brushed his nose against hers, eyes, again half lidded, looking at her as if she were to be his next meal.

"Good girl. Now give me names." His fingers trailed under her chin next once he released her face from his tight grip, and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip, patiently waiting for an answer.

The soothing motion of his thumb caused Izumi to stumble over her words, the digit occasionally preventing her from speaking as her teeth would bite down on it by accident. Her cheeks were lit aflame at this point, much to the man's amusement, but she still tried to bravely look him in the eyes as she answered, the tip of her tongue just barely brushing over his skin.

He tasted like ash.

"Guo Dian and Li Xiahouji." She whispered under her breath, gently biting her tongue as his thumb stopped moving.

The man blinked down at her, his face still inches away from hers as he registered the names into his head. Suddenly, something akin to recognition flashed in his eyes before it went away and he hummed to divert Izumi's attention.

"Itaru Chigasaki." He whispered right back, teasing her. Her confused expression made him grin, and slowly, he tipped his chin up to press a feather light kiss to the tip of the girl's nose; startling her even more. "That's my name, Little Bunny."

And with that, he released Izumi once more to lean back in his chair, smiling all the while. His smug expression slightly irked her, but she was suddenly caught off guard by the relaxed, unbothered action of Itaru dragging the tip of his tongue over the small spot that she had licked earlier by accident; the corner of his mouth lifting higher into a smirk.

Before she could react, the door to the room swung open, and in walked another blond man with a much neater presentation than Itaru. The two guards by the door who were minding their own business earlier bowed respectively to him, and he waved his hand lazily, continuing to stride towards where Itaru sat in his chair, still smiling with his thumb pressed to his lips.

"Meeting." The sophisticated blond rumbled lowly and tucked a few fingers into the neck of Itaru's t-shirt, threatening to pull at his modern kimono. The latter bit the tip of his tongue while the smile still stuck to his face, and Izumi looked between him and the new face with a frown, again, her stomach feeling unsettled.

"At least greet her before we go, Big Bro." He suggested.

The man's purple eyes slowly trailed from Itaru to Izumi who was still frozen in her bed, and as he pulled Itaru to his feet opened his mouth: "Hello."

Her shoulders raised in brief surprise, but she quickly nodded in greeting, having already forgotten about the thing that happened between her and Itaru earlier. "Hello." She greeted.

With a rough pat to his shoulder and a dark murmur from the man in glasses, Itaru could only send her a slight smile, his body still being jolted forward by the hand of the man in the cashmere coat. "Just wait for us. We'll explain everything else after this meeting." He called out behind his back to which Izumi nodded despite knowing they weren't looking at her anymore.

As the two blonds neared the exit, the new face pushed Itaru into the hallway with a strong shove, causing him to stumble while the stranger turned halfway to look back at Izumi.

His eyes were half-lidded just like Itaru's, but held no trace of emotion.

"Get some rest, Izumi." He murmured, disappearing after Itaru and leaving the woman to wonder about how he knew her name.

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 5 years ago

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Caught In Between: 02. New Wolf, Same Problems

IMPORTANT!!! This is content from my original blog @hyperion-moonbabe . It’s being reposted here as this is now my main blog.

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

Post Date: 03.27.20

Word count: 4.1k

Based off: 02x07 “Masquerade”

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The next morning I wake up next to a half-naked Damon Salvatore clutching my body as I lay my head on his chest. I look up at him, realizing that he wasn’t really asleep, “How long have you been awake?” I ask.

��I just woke up” He responds.

“Mmmhmm… How long have you been just lying here, letting me sleep?” I say.

“Maybe an hour or two.” He replies with a sheepish smile.

I get up, but he pulls me back down, pressing his lips to mine. I pull away and look at him, “ You know you are so darn cute with bed head” I say slightly sarcastic and get up from the bed.

“Why thank you,” Damon says from behind me as I make my way to my bag of clothes.

Damon vamp speeds behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. “If you bite, I bite,” I tell him.

“I won’t, promise. I just kinda missed this.” Damon says softly. I turn around.

“Look. I…I missed this too. But you’re the one that left and I don’t really think I could continue with this…Us. It’s been two years, I moved on. It was honestly a mistake to stay the night here.” I say as I put on some clothes and start to walk to the door before I feel Damon’s hand grab my arm.

“I’m sorry that I put you through that. But just think about it, please. I miss you.” He responds. I sigh before I continue to walk out of the room.

I head down the stairs and grab an apple from the kitchen before I hear a knock at the door. I open the door, to find Caroline standing in the doorway, looking like she saw a ghost.

“Oh. Hi, umm… Are Damon and Stefan here?” She asks.

“Yeh, I’ll go get them. You can just… wait in here.” I say gesturing to the great room as she steps into the house.

I head back upstairs and into Damon’s bedroom. “Hey, Caroline is here. It seems like she wants to talk to you and Stefan.” I say only popping my head in.

“I’ll be down in a sec. You good?” He says with concern in his voice. Which is very unlike him.

“I’m fine,” I say confused and walk out to go down the hall to get Stefan.

I knock on Stefan’s door, “Hey, Caroline is here. I think she needs to talk to you guys.”

“Alright, I’ll be down in a few.” He responds.

I head back down and sit next to Caroline on the couch. We sit in awkward silence until Damon comes in with a glass full of red liquid, blood I assume. He hands it to Caroline and she takes a sip. “I’m still shaking,” She says.

I look over to the sound of Stefan walking into the room, “ What happened?” He asks.

“Go ahead, tell him. You’re gonna love this.” I could hear the annoyance in his voice, probably from the conversation we had or what Caroline is about to say, “I saw Katherine today.”

“Where?” Stefan asks in response.

“At the grill. I just stopped by to gawk and… quasi-stalk Matt” She replies

“Sorry to interrupt, but who is this Katherine girl?” I ask confused and raise my hand like I’m asking a question in class.

“Long story short. She’s the doppelganger of Elena. And an old lover of baby bro and I’s” Damon says with even more annoyance. I just roll my eyes at him. Caroline then goes on to explain what happened at The Grill and that Katherine wants the moonstone tonight at the masquerade ball or she’ll go on a murder spree.

“She wants to do it in public huh?” I say.

“Killing Mason threw her off guard,” Stefan says following my comment.

“She’s running scared. What she did to Jenna was desperate. She’s out of tricks.” Damon says.

“We can’t underestimate her. We have to play this smarter than her.” Stefan replies.

“Can we just give her the moonstone so she’ll leave?” Caroline questions.

“No, Katherine’s not getting dick. I’ve had it. I’m gonna go to the masquerade ball and I’m gonna kill her, tonight.” Damon says annoyed at Caroline’s question.

“You’re not gonna kill her,” Stefan says sternly

“Don’t give me that goody-goody crap.” I just roll my eyes at Damon.

“You’re not gonna kill her.”

“Really?”

“Because I am, ” Stefan says and Damon smiles at his decision. We all just stand there surprised at Stefan’s response, I know I barely know him but he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to kill in cold blood.

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a bit? Away from prying eyes. And ears.” Damon says pulling me away from the group into the hall.

“About what? Plus, there are more pressing matters right now, Damon,” I say and walk back towards the group, leaving him alone. He soon followed after me.

“What was that about?” Stefan says curiously after I start to shuffle through a book.

“Nothing, just your brother being his typical asshole self,” I say trying to brush off the question. I continue to look at the book trying to find answers about the moonstone and the curse.

“It didn’t seem like nothing, I can tell he cares about you but…” Stefan starts to say before we’re interrupted by the front door opening. It was the witch, Bonnie.

Stefan walked towards the front of the house, “Hey, you brought the grimoire, thank you,” He says to her. She looks around and takes in the activity going on.

“What’s going on?” She asks, confused.

“We’re gonna kill Katherine,” Jeremy replies coming from the hall. I follow Jeremy to the table where Damon and Alaric were.

Alaric starts to explain how the weapons he had laid out works. He first describes the crossbows and then looks between Caroline and me explaining the smaller weapon that fits on the wrist. Alaric pulls the trigger and fake jabs like he’s taking a shot at a vampire, Damon just looks at him with a slightly concerned look.

“You wanted me to show you how to kill a vampire,” Alaric responds to the looks.

“Can we talk now?” Damon whispers into my ear. I see Stefan looking me out of the corner of my eye, knowing that he heard Damon. I walk into the hall and upstairs, to make sure we’re away from all ears. I walk into Damon’s room, he follows soon after.

“Athena, let me just start…”

“No, Damon. Look, I care for you. I really do. But I can’t just forget about the fact that you just left me,” I start.

“I mean I could,” Damon says under his breath, knowing that he was hinting at compulsion, even though I can’t because I’m a werewolf. I just give him a stern look.

“Last night was nice, but I’ve had my heart broken enough and I’m not letting you again, I moved on a long time ago. I can see the way you look whenever you see or hear Elena’s name. She looks exactly like Katherine, I’m sure that brings up a lot of memories and feelings. And I just don’t want to get caught in that. But I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’ll still always be here for you” I finish, pick up my bag and start to walk out. Until Damon catches my arm and turns me to him, putting us face to face, close enough for our lips to touch.

“Athena, I understand. But just know I’ll always care for you and I’ll always be here for you too.” Damon says. I stand there facing him for a bit and then turn away.

I walk back down to the great room. Once everyone is gathered together, we finalize our plan. “Are you sure you guys don’t want me there tonight?” Alaric asks Stefan and Damon.

“No, I need you to stay with Elena. I don’t want her to know about this.” Stefan explains.

“Ok. Well, I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave my sight.” Alaric says.

“Alright, if anybody wants to back out, I’ll understand.” Stefan states.

“Yeh. Cold feet speak now. I don’t want this going wrong if someone chicken’s out. Caroline.” Damon says back to being his dickish self.

“I won’t. Look, she killed me. Fair’s fair. As long as there’s no werewolf running around. I mean besides you Athena, of course.” Caroline responds.

“Oh, I took care of Mason,” Damon says sheepishly.

“As long as Tyler doesn’t kill anyone, he won’t turn,” I restate about triggering the curse.

“Bonnie? Are you with us?” Stefan asks looking at her.

“But no one gets hurt.” She says after a few moments of silence.

“Except Katherine. Tonight Katherine gets a stake through her heart.” Damon says coldly.

I walk back upstairs into one of the many other rooms that I picked to stay in. When I walk in, I see a rack of dresses in the middle of the room and a display of masks on the bed.

“Assumed you didn’t have anything for the ball. So I took the liberty to find some dresses and masks for you, with Caroline’s help.” Damon says from the doorway of the room.

“Thank you,” I say and then he walks away to go to his own room to get ready.

I look at the many dresses lined up, feeling overwhelmed at the choices. After looking at each and every one of them, I chose a tight red dress and a lace black mask.

I walk back down to the great room waiting for Damon and Stefan to leave. Once we were all ready, we headed over to the Lockwood Mansion. We walk into the mansion, Damon and Stefan walk towards the backyard, but I notice Matt so I go up to him. Leaving the two Salvatore brothers to do what they need to do.

“Hey, Matt,” I said tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey, you look great,” He says turning to me.

“Thanks, you do too.”

“I’m heading to get Tyler and some other friends. Care to join?”

“Didn’t think I was good enough friends with you to be invited”

“Well, you’ve made an impression,” He says. I chuckle and look down.

I follow him to Tyler and two other girls. We go into another room, what I assume is like an office. We talk a bit while the other girls dance with each other as Matt pours some shots.

“We’re really not supposed to be in here,” Tyler says to us.

“Yeah, I know but we really need to turn this party up. Another shot?” Matt says handing Tyler and I shots.

“Hey, I want a shot,” The girl named Aimee says.

“Me too and then we have to dance,” The other girl, Sarah, says.

“You know, usually it’s me corrupting you. I like this.” Tyler says looking at Matt as we drink our shots. We leave the room to go back to the party. The two girls wander off somewhere, as well as Matt, Leaving just Tyler and me.

“So what’s your deal? You just kinda showed up out of nowhere,” Tyler says turning to me.

“You really want to know a damaged girl’s story?” I respond questioningly.

“Humor me”

“Ok, well, long story short. I moved from here when I was about 4 years old, my parents died at 5, Became emancipated at 15, traveled a bit and now I’m here.” I explain briefly.

“Wow. You’ve had an eventful life.” He responds.

“Yeh, you don’t understand,” I say. I notice Jeremy and Bonnie walking back down, “Excuse me,” I say and walk towards them, they find a table outside to wait. I walk around a bit to see if there’s anything else to be taken care of before I make it over to the table.

“Everything in place?” I say and sit across from them.

“Yeh. Just waiting for the signal.” Jeremy replies back.

We sit in silence for a bit until Jeremy receives a text. He gets up to go approach Katherine, I follow behind him at a distance to keep him from any trouble. Even though I know he’d want to go alone. He approaches Katherine and delivers his message, they chat for a bit until I notice Katherine look at me, so I walk up to them.

“So is this your little bodyguard, Gilbert? Because she doesn’t look like much” She says giving me a devilish look.

Jeremy starts to speak before I interrupt him, “ Athena Dumont, and you must be Katherine Pierce. I may not look like much but I could tear you from the inside out,” I say, flashing my amber wolf eyes. She only chuckles and walks away.

“You don’t have to be like my sister and hover over me, you know that, right?” Jeremy says and turns to me.

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to hover. I just wanted to meet who we’re killing tonight.” I say but Jeremy only looks at me with disbelief before walking away.

He just seems to abandon me so I decided to wander around some more while I wait for them to finish killing Katherine. I hear screams coming from behind a bush near where Bonnie and Jeremy were. I rush over only to find Elena leaning over in pain with blood all over her shirt but no rips.

“She has to be linked to Katherine, guys,” I say looking between them.

“We have to stop them, Jeremy get them to stop! Now!” Bonnie says frustratingly. I chase after Jeremy after he starts running towards the house.

We get to the room where they have her, “Stop! You’re hurting Elena! Everything you’re doing is hurting Elena!” Jeremy says out of breath.

“They’re linked,” I contribute out of breath.

“You think you two are the only ones with a witch on your side? Wrong and something tells me that my witch is better than your witch.” Katherine says menacingly as we all exchange looks.

“Jeremy, go check on Elena. Make sure she’s okay. Go!” Stefan says as Jeremy leaves the hall.

“Let’s all make sure poor Elena is okay. And your little wolf friend, here, is nothing against me, I’ve got 500 years on her. Just a little bit more pressure.” Katherine says cutting her hand with the stake. Stefan quickly hits it away from her.

“I’m right here you know,” I say waving my fingers, as Katherine gives me a fake smile and vamp speeds to pick up the stake, “This is really gonna hurt.” She starts to plunge the stake towards her stomach.

“Wait!” Damon yells and Katherine sits on the couch playing with the stake. “We’ve got this, Athena, just go check on everyone,” Damon says looking concerningly at me, but I don’t budge. Stefan just gives me a nod, telling me it’s fine, and I start to walk away.

“Okay. So, how about that moonstone?” I hear Katherine’s voice slowly get quieter as I continue downstairs.

I bump into Matt, who looks like he’s on a mission, “Sorry,” I quickly reply.

“You good?” He asks me slightly slurring his words.

“Yeh could use a drink, to be honest. Too many people talking to me and asking about my family.” I lie to him.

“Lucky for you I’m on my way to drink some more, wanna join?” He asks giving me a charming smile.

“Why not,” I reply and follow him as he leads me back to the office we were in earlier. I come in to see the girl Sarah and Tyler waiting.

“I hope you guys don’t mind Athena joining us,” Matt says picking up a glass and the bottle of alcohol and pouring me some.

“The more the merrier. So, what happened to Aimee, anyways?” Sarah asks after getting her glass poured.

“She’s probably drunk somewhere” Tyler responds.

“Like me,” Matt says and starts to pour the alcohol on the floor.

“Woah, don’t do that,” Tyler says with a slight tinge of irritation.

“What man? It’s a party.” Matt says and picks up the photo of Tyler and his family from the desk, “Right dad? You know, looks like your dad wants a drink” He says and pours the alcohol on top of the photo.

“Hey, that’s not cool. What’s wrong with you?” Tyler asks more hostile than before. I can sense that Tyler’s dad seems to be out of the picture and that this is just gonna get worse.

“Come on, the guy was a dick,” Matt says smiling and not having a care in the world.

“Come on, you’re being mean. His dad’s dead,” Sarah says quietly from the couch.

“Give me the picture!” Tyler says. He tries to snatch it out of Matts’s hand but he quickly pulls away, spraying alcohol from the movement.

“Matt, that’s enough. Just put the photo down and let it go,” I say from behind him and seeing where this could head. Tyler activating his curse. But Matt doesn’t wavier from my words.

“Remember how your dad used to slap you around?” Matt says and brings his hand up to slap Tyler on the left side of his face.

“Matt!” I say louder from the other side of the desk, but neither of them acknowledges me.

“Are you kidding?” Tyler says getting even more annoyed.

“Just having fun” He responds with an even bigger smile.

“Put the picture down, man,” Tyler says trying to keep his cool. I try to slip my hand near the photo to grab it, but Matt slams it onto the desk sending shards of glass flying in all directions.

I run over to Tyler’s side and put myself between them, “Okay, you need to calm down right now!” I say to his face before he pushes me into the side of the desk and then pushed Tyler who is right behind me.

“I’m not gonna fight you,” Tyler says attempting to keep his cool.

I help Sarah up and gesture for her to move away from them. Matt wrestles Tyler to the floor, Tyler tries to push Matt off but gives an opening to allow Matt to punch him in the face a few times. I try to intervene by pulling Matt off but he just elbows me in my face, leading to me knocking my head on the corner of the desk, and passing out.

I wake up to see Caroline standing in between them, with a confused look on her face, “I have to finish!” Matt says and it clicks, he’s compelled to make Tyler trigger his curse. I scoot out from under them and punch Matt in the face, knocking him out. Caroline walks over to Matt to check to see if he’s okay. Tyler looks over to me confused and I just sigh as I catch my breath.

“How did you…?” Tyler says looking at Caroline and me before being cut off.

“Matt failed. If Matt fails, I can’t” We hear Sarah say from behind us.

“Tyler, look out!” I say trying to push him out of the way. But Sarah was able to stab the knife into his shoulder, which led him to push Sarah and hit her head on the corner of the desk. I rush over to check on her and Tyler does as well.

“No, no, no! Come on, wake up! Sarah, open your eyes, wake up! This can’t happen, oh no, this can’t happen. This can’t be happening! Sarah! Sarah, get up! Sarah! Open your eyes! This can’t be happening! Not like this!” Tyler says frustratingly.

Caroline comes over and I check Sarah’s pulse, but I don’t find one. I look up to see Tyler gripping his head and grunting in pain. I slowly get up and so does Caroline, “Get away!” Tyler struggles to get out.

“What’s happening?!” Caroline questions. I just keep her back because I don’t want to see either of them hurt. Tyler looks up at us and his eyes turn amber.

After the pain from the activation was over I rushed over to Tyler, “Are you ok?” I ask crouching at his level and start to help him up.

“So what are we gonna do? I mean we have to tell someone, we can’t just leave her here.” Caroline sputters.

“Is there anyone we can tell? Are you guys good at telling lies?” I ask looking between them.

“We could just say that she was drunk dancing and tripped and then just wasn’t like alive anymore,” Tyler suggests questingly.

“That’ll work, I’ll go get Mayor Lockwood,” Caroline says and walks out of the room.

Caroline and Carol Lockwood enter back into the office. She explains what happened as I walk out to Tyler who’s waiting for the sheriff in the entryway.

“Here, are you good?” He asks handing me a towel. I’m guessing for my forehead.

“Thanks, I’m fine. It’ll heal.” I respond.

“Mom, the sheriffs here,” Tyler says as we walk back into the office.

“I’ll go prepare her, just don’t leave. Just stay here okay? She’s going to want to hear the story from you.” Carol says looking right at Caroline before she walks out to talk to the sheriff, who I learned is Caroline’s mom.

Tyler walks over to look at Sarah’s body once again, “Matt’s in the car, sleeping it off. I’ll deal with him. I don’t want him involved in any of this.” Caroline says with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“What are you doing?” Tyler asks walking right up to Caroline’s face.

“Why? I did this. I killed her.” Tyler states.

“You didn’t mean to Tyl–” I start walking up to them.

“But she’s dead. You guys don’t know what that means.” Tyler scoffs.

“Actually, Tyler, I think we do,” Caroline says quieter.

“No, you guys don’t,” Tyler says thinking that we don’t know about the curse.

“Has your wound healed?” I ask gesturing to his shoulder. Tyler unbuttons his shirt and feels where the knife was stabbed into him and makes a questioningly look at us.

“How did you guys…?” He questions. I pull my hair back a bit to reveal where my head was hit, showing him that my wound is gone. The sheriff and Mayor Lockwood walk back in and Caroline explains the fake story again.

Everyone had left the party except a few of us and they took care of Sarah’s body. “ Do you have a ride home?” Mayor Lockwood asks walking up to me.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to stay over at Elena’s, Mrs. Lockwood,” I respond knowing that Damon and Stefan had abandoned me here as I saw them walk out before I could catch them.

“Please call me Carol. Ok, be safe.” She says.

“Thank you, Mrs.–, Carol,” I say and give her a small smile.

“You’re welcome,” She says and walks away.

Tyler walks up to me to waits until Elena is ready to go. “So, are you uh, werewolf?” Tyler asks me.

“Yeah,” I respond as he opens the door.

“How long?” He asks.

“About two years now,” I tell him. He gives me a slight nod before Elena walks up.

Elena and I head to her house, get ready to go to bed and are about to fall asleep, but I get interrupted by a phone call. “Damon Salvatore” lights up on the screen, but I ignore it. He calls two more times, I decide to pick up the third call.

“Ugh, I think I have to take this,” I say looking over at Elena and getting up to go into the bathroom.

“Yes” I answer annoyed.

“I’m sorry I left you. We had to deal with Katherine. I can come to get you now, wherever you are.” He said and actually sounded like he felt bad.

“I’m fine, I’m staying at Elena’s tonight. No need to worry. Now I’m going to sleep” I say annoyed and hang up.

“What was that about?” Elena asks as I emerge from the bathroom.

“Just Damon trying to be my protective, not boyfriend,” I say and roll my eyes.

“So you guys were a thing?” She asks me.

“If you count being his personal blood bag two years, that he seems to really care about, a thing. Then yes.” I chuckle.

“I am going to have to hear more about this, but we’ll save it. It’s been a long night. Good night.” She says.

“Night,” I say and pass out faster than I have in a long time.

A/N: Here is the second chapter of the story, based on 02x07 “Masquerade”. Sorry that it took a month for this part! I got engulfed in school and then with everything going on. My classes ended up being moved online so, I came back home, and I’m also in the process of moving houses. Please let me know what you guys think, any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hoped you enjoyed and Thank you for reading! Stay safe and healthy everyone!

#the vampire diaries #the originals #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #jeremy gilbert #caroline forbes #matt donovan #tyler lockwood #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #TVDCIB

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And they were roommates// Jim Mason x Fem!Reader

This started as a request from my lovely @wroteclassicaly, but it kinda turned into its own beast LOL. (Also, the title just makes me laugh. I had to keep it. Forgive me)

This is a little college AU type situation, the characters might be OOC because of it. This is also my first length fic for jimmy :’)

@ladynuwanda and ella, I’m just pointing out that I saw this gif...and I had to use it. Legally I couldn’t use a different one.

Description - Jim is the boyfriend of your college dorm roommate and you hate each other, but do you really?

Word count- 4800+

Warnings- swearing, a little blood. Brief description of violence. Maybe slightly submissive Jim if you squint? I don’t know. Smut. Near-Death experience?

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You wanted to throw something.

Your lovely roommate Leah begged you to let her boyfriend Jim, stay over for a few ‘hours’. You usually didn’t let her, but she wouldn’t shut up about it. You decided you’d study in the student lounge while you waited for her to text you that you could come back.

The text never arrived. You ended up falling asleep at one of the uncomfortable couches. Your back ached and you forgot to set an alarm, so you only woke up with 15 minutes left to get to class.

“You look dead,” You looked up to see Medina Mason taking a seat next to you in the courtyard, dropping her books on the picnic table.

“Your brother kept me awake all night.” You said bitterly, stabbing a bite of your salad.

“He did what?” She raised her brows at you.

You coughed, realizing what it sounded like. “No- God…” you wiped your mouth, “He was with Leah. All night.”

“In your room?”

“Yes, and I had an exam!”

“I’m sorry, I can try to talk to him if you want, knock some sense into him.”

You smiled at her and nodded, “That would be great. I have English next week and I can’t afford to fail this one…”

You liked Medina. She was Jim’s twin sister, but the complete opposite of him. You honestly didn’t know how they shared the same DNA.

You had known them since they started college in the same year as you, but you never got along with Jim. It was like he had some kind of vendetta against you or something, like his goal every semester was to find a way to piss you off more. This year he had really spread the icing on the hate cake by dating your roommate.

Medina tried to convince you that he was just doing it because he probably likes you, which was bullshit. Jim Mason did not like you.

He hated you. Just like you hated him.

It didn’t help that he was panty-dropping gorgeous. Not that you would ever admit it, though.

“There’s a party tonight. You coming?” Medina asked you sighed.

“I shouldn’t… I need to study.”

“Oh come on. It’s Friday night, you have the whole weekend to study. Come have a few drinks with our friends, and you can forget all about my brother.”

“Forget what about me?”

You groaned internally at the familiar voice. Looking over to see the devil himself, with his arm wrapped around Leah's waist.

“That I couldn’t go back to my dorm all night because you and Leah wouldn’t keep your hands to yourselves.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m SO sorry I forgot to text you! We just fell asleep.” Leah tried to explain, but you rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve joined us if you liked.” Jim winked as he spoke and you scoffed.

“Fuck you, Mason.” You turned your back to him and continued eating. You didn’t miss him saying, “only in your dreams,” under his breath but you chose to ignore it.

“Are you going to the party, Jim?” Medina asked, you heard him reply in agreement.

You definitely weren’t going now.

___

“Black or red.. or purple… or Yellow?”

“Why don’t you just wear a rainbow?” You leaned back on Medina’s bed as she picked out something to wear to the party.

That she was forcing you to go to.

“You know I’m not good with style… I want to look decent.” She pouted at you, holding up two dresses for you to see.

“Blue. Blue is your best color.”

“Blue wasn’t an option… but you’re right. It’s a Mason thing.” She started shuffling through her closet again, looking for something in blue.

“What are you wearing?” She asked as she finally picked out something.

“What do you mean? I’m already dressed.” You gestured to the clothes you were wearing already. A white T-shirt and a pair of light wash denim capris.

“You are not.” She rolled her eyes, “We’re supposed to be having fun… Don’t you want to meet someone? Get laid? You can’t dress like that.”

“I’ll dress whatever way I want to, Dina.”

“Fine. At least put on makeup.”

You compromised with Medina and let her put a little makeup on you. Not much, but a little mascara and concealer can make a difference.

___

You recognized Led Zeppelin playing when you and Medina got to the party. The music was so loud you could barely hear her talking to you as you went to find drinks. If you were going to have any fun tonight, you needed something to drink.

Dina ditched you about an hour in, something about going to smoke with a guy she had met. Not that you minded, you were buzzed enough to not care anymore. You danced with a few of your girlfriends, enjoying the music and swaying with the crowd of scantily dressed college kids.

You spotted Leah, dressed in a bright red mini skirt that was pushed up so high you could see the giant dream catcher she had tattooed on her thigh. Her brown hair sat loosely on her shoulders and her red lipstick was smeared on her lips. She was sitting on Jim’s lap, her arm around his shoulders.

She waved at you with a smile, making him look in your direction. You tried not to notice how good he looked in his old worn jean jacket, you really did try. In your inebriated state, however, your efforts were fruitless. You tried to pretend like you weren’t checking him out, just looking back at Leah, you waved back and gave her an awkward smile.

Jim tapped her legs so she would move, getting up and making his way toward you. You tried to walk away, but before you could make it through the crowd, he had made it to you first.

“You really wore that?” He looked you up and down.

“So what, not all of us have to dress like sluts to go to a party, Mason.”

“You didn’t even change what you wore earlier,”

“Why do you pay so much attention?” You asked,

“I’m not.”

“Mhm. Just like you’re not over here bothering me instead of your girlfriend over there on the couch.” You emptied your cup and turned to leave, but Jim reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“You shouldn’t drink anymore if you’re here alone.”

“Who are you to talk? I’m not alone, Dina is with me.” You shrugged off his hand, ignoring the warmth his hand had left on your skin.

“I just saw her leave with some dude, you are alone. We both know you can’t hold your liquor well either.”

“Who says I can’t hold my liquor?”

“The last party you went to you fell off the deck into the pool.”

“That was on purpose.”

“Sure it was. What about that time you threw up in the bushes and Medina and Leah had to carry you home?”

“Why do you care so much? You don’t seem to care about me any other time.” You turned to face him, swallowing when you realized how close he was standing to you. He practically had you backed up against the counter now.

“I don’t.”

“Then leave me alone.” You pushed him away from you and he stumbled back, watching as you poured yourself another drink and downing it in one gulp, making an exaggerated “ahhh” to annoy him.

“You’re a fucking pain, you know that (Y/N)?”

“Only in your ass, Mason.” You winked at him, grabbing another drink before you could disappear back into the crowd, leaving Jim alone in the kitchen.

___

The rest of the night was basically a blur.

Somehow you ended up in the upstairs hallway, some strangers lips attached to your neck, making obscene noises as he tried to grope your breasts through your bra. Your shirt had a drink spilled on it, which was making you feel wet and uncomfortable.

You weren’t really enjoying yourself to any degree, and you tried to push him off of you but he wasn’t budging.

“Dude, get off me…” You said, He ignored you trying to unhook your bra, but you pushed on him again.

“There you are… Hey-” You heard a voice that didn’t belong to the stranger call out, and suddenly he was ripped from you, making you stumble against the wall.

“She said to get off her.” You recognized it as Jim, holding the other guy by the collar of his shirt, a murderous look in his eyes.

“She wanted me, bro. Lay off.” He tried to get free of Jim’s grip, but he wasn’t letting up.

“Jim… let him go.” You said, but he ignored you.

Jim punched the guy square in his face, you could hear a crack that had to be his nose. The guy stumbled back, cursing at him.

Luckily instead of fighting back the guy ran off holding his bloody nose.

“Jesus fuck, Jim. You didn’t have to do that.” You grabbed his hand, his knuckles were bruised and bloody too.

“What happened to your shirt?” He asked, eyeing your chest. It was showing your bra through the wet fabric. You would’ve felt grossed out (you liked to tell yourself) if you hadn’t been so drunk, but at this moment having Jim Mason staring at your chest left you tingling in all the right places.

“Some asshole spilled their drink on me.”

“Come on, I'm taking you back to the dorm.” Jim shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you, telling you to button it up before he grabbed your hand and walked you outside with him.

You were too tired to argue, too hot under the skin to shake his hand away, enjoying his attention on you way too much.

Plus you felt so warm inside his jacket, unconsciously pulling it tighter around you.

Jim drove you all the way back to your dorm, where you found Leah passed out on her bed still fully dressed and everything.

“Did you bring her back too?”

“Earlier. She was tired.”

“You came back for me?” You asked, Jim looked at you and sighed.

“Go to bed.” He gently pushed you toward your bed, You flopped onto it and fell asleep seconds later.

_____

Sunlight and a pounding in your head woke you up the next morning.

You groaned, covering your face with your pillow, but the dryness of your throat and your bladder stopped you from sleeping in any longer. You stood up, realizing you were still wearing Jim’s jacket, but you had managed to take off your jeans while you slept.

Most of your memories were hazy, but the ones involving Jim were crystal clear in your mind.

He was actually nice to you. Really nice.

Any warm thought your brain was conjuring disappeared when you looked over and saw him in bed with Leah, her back pressed against him, a smile on her lips as they slept.

“He’s her boyfriend… and he’s Jim.” you shake your head, trying to remove any weird lingering feelings as you walked to the bathroom.

After taking care of yourself, washing your face and brushing your teeth among other things you walked out to find Jim and Leah awake, Jim was sitting up in bed, his hair ruffled from sleep and looking stupidly beautiful for first thing in the morning. Leah was standing at her closet in her underwear.

You forgot that you hadn’t put on pants when you walked to the bathroom, and Jim noticed right away.

His eyes trailed down your legs, and back up again, a certain look in his eye as he stared at you wearing his favorite jacket and not much else.

You felt uncomfortable, feeling your face heat up as he blatantly kept his eyes on you and not his underwear-clad girlfriend just a few feet away.

“Is that Jim’s?” Leah asked, bringing your attention back to her.

“She spilled a drink at the party,” Jim responded before you could, and you nodded.

“You really shouldn’t drink so much…” She said and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. I need to get dressed.” You stood in place and unbuttoned the jacket, Jim’s eyes glued to your half-naked state. You wondered if Leah didn’t care or if she was really that dumb that she didn’t notice the look Jim was giving you. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice the look he was giving you, either. You threw the jacket in his direction, and it seemed to snap him out of his daze.

You grabbed clean clothes from your closet and retreated back into the bathroom. You felt your cheeks hot as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. “What the hell is wrong with me today?” You muttered to yourself as you started to get dressed.

Jim usually didn’t affect you this much. For some reason this morning, you couldn’t get him out of your head.

“Jim and I are going to breakfast!” Leah called out a few minutes later, you muttered a reply before flopping back onto your bed.

Your head was still pounding and you didn’t think you could be around them for any longer, so you downed a couple Advil and went back to sleep.

____

“This is exactly what I needed. Exams are a bitch, aren’t they?” Medina said as she zipped up her wetsuit. You and a few friends decided to go surfing since it was a Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You couldn’t surf very well, but Medina was teaching you.

“Is Jim here?” You asked as you grabbed your board. Medina shrugged.

“Maybe. Why?”

“No reason… He was acting really weird to me at the party last night. I was drunk so I might be remembering it wrong, but I think he was actually worried about me.”

“I told you, (Y/N). He doesn’t hate you. I know my brother. He doesn’t hate anyone.”

You wanted to argue, but the memories of last night irritated you. He rescued you from some total creep, gave you his jacket and brought you back to the dorm. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf?

“It’s weird and I don’t like it.”

“Maybe Leah is changing him?”

You wanted to laugh. “I doubt he’s getting any kind of influence from her. She can barely keep her class schedule straight let alone control anything Jim does. Too busy preaching about how much she loves her “aesthetic”. You mimicked the annoying way she acted and Medina laughed.

Leah may have been your roommate and you were civil to each other, but you were far from friends. She had a tendency to be a little overbearing and being her friend was exhausting, so you just stopped trying. Your annoyance living with her only grew when you found out she had started dating Jim.

“I don’t know why he’s with her. She’s not his type at all.”

“Jim has a type?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“I thought he would just fuck anything that moved.”

“He’s not like that (Y/N). He wasn’t in high school at least. He didn’t sleep around until he got here. He doesn’t when he’s dating someone either.”

“I really don’t know what he sees in her.” You said as you noticed the couple appear on the beach. Leah was practically skipping in the sand, wearing a bikini that you were sure was two sizes too small. It was pink and gaudy, a bright contrast to Jim’s dark wetsuit.

Great, he was here to surf too.

“She’s hot and he’s shallow?” you finished, Medina shrugged. “Maybe”.

You got into the water which effectively ended the conversation as you tried to focus on surfing.

You caught a few good waves, but you weren’t nearly as good as Medina. You kept getting distracted by Leah yelling at Jim every 10 minutes, asking how he was doing and begging for him to come back to the beach.

You tried your best to ignore him, but it wasn’t working.

Jim didn’t surf as much as Dina did, but he was still a pretty good surfer. You found yourself watching him, sitting on your board almost forgetting completely that you were there to surf too.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Medina shout, and you looked over at her, she was waving and pointing, and you realized she was pointing at the very large wave that was coming right towards you.

You tried to act fast, but you didn’t act fast enough. The wave crashed into you and knocked you off your board, you felt the ankle strap on the board rip off as you went under the water. You struggled against the surge, swimming up, but as soon as you did another wave crashed and sent you in the water again.

You could feel your vision starting to blackout from lack of oxygen, and your lungs burned as you involuntarily sucked in water.

“This is it, I'm about to die.” You thought as your vision finally went dark.

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You gasped for hair and opened your eyes, sputtering water and looking up directly into the eyes of an angel.

Had you died? Wait. No. It wasn’t an angel. It was just Jim.

“Thank god,” You heard medina yell, you realized she was sitting by your side, as Jim hovered over your body in the sand, his hands on your shoulders still.

“I almost drowned…” You coughed, “Did you save me?” You looked up into Jim’s eyes, his face was only a few inches from yours. He nodded.

You fell silent. Jim had saved you from literally dying, and he was sitting close to you now you almost wanted to kiss him.

“Oh my god! Are you ALRIGHT?!”

Leah’s shrill voice rang in your ears as she ran over kicking sand on you, making Jim pull away but he didn’t take his hands off of you.

“I’m ok I think…”

“You should get checked out,” Dina said, you shook your head. “No, I’m fine. I just need to get back to the dorm.”

“I can take you.” Jim piped up, and Leah gave him a dirty look.

“She’s fine. We just got here.”

Medina gave her a nasty look. “She almost just drowned.”

“She’s fine. Let’s go Jim.” She pulled his arm and he pushed her off.

“Jim,” You stopped him. “Just go with her. Dina can take me home…”

Jim helped you up, earning another dirty look from Leah. “We need to talk.” He whispered in your ear, leaving you confused a little light-headed.

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The rest of your exams came and went, and you felt fine after a few days. Normal even.

Except, it wasn’t normal.

You hadn’t seen Jim all week, not since he left the beach. Normally you’d find him in your dorm, hanging off Leah, or bothering you and Dina while you studied, but you didn’t see him once the entire week.

You tried not to let it bother you, but the less you saw him the more you couldn’t get him off your mind. It was driving you mad.

Your brain was constantly invaded by him. His stupid blue eyes and wavy hair. His stupid freckles and his stupid smile.

He’s the one who said he wanted to talk, Right? So why was he avoiding you?

“Fuck…” You groaned.

You needed to end this. Whatever it was.

You made your way to his dorm, knowing where it was because you had been there a few times with Medina. Standing at his door you felt stupid, You didn’t even know if he was there, and what were you going to say, “Why are you ignoring me after you said we needed to talk? It’s stupid. Please stop ignoring me so we can go back to hating each other like normal.”

You scoffed at yourself.

You started to walk away, but the door to this dorm swung open.

Jim gave you a confused look, and you stood still.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“What took you so long?”

“I- what do you mean? You wanted to talk to me. Why did I have to come to you first?”

“I had some things to deal with, I figured you’d show up here after you heard.”

“Heard what?”

“You don’t know?”

“I don't know! I don’t know what’s going on. I never know with you, Mason.” You were starting to get angry.

He crossed his arms as he sat down on the couch, you followed him in.

“Nevermind.” You huffed, and he stood up. “Wait, don’t.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here, you’re right. I don’t know why I care so much about you… stupid ass…”

Jim walked up to you, grabbing your wrist to keep you from walking away.

“Do you really hate me?”

You swallowed.

You wanted to say yes, you really thought you did, but you couldn’t think straight.

“Medina said you thought I hated you. I know you think I do, but do you really hate me?”

The way he looked at you made your heart stop. No. I don’t hate you. You wanted to say it, but you were frozen.

Fuck it.

You turned and grabbed his face, pressing your lips hard to his.

Jim stood in shock as you kissed him, but quickly caught on and kissed you back. Wrapping his arms around you as he deepened it, walking you back until you were pressed against the door.

His lips were as soft as silk, and he tasted like mint. Your hands tangled in his brunette waves as you kissed him feverishly.

You broke the kiss first.

Breathing heavily as you stared at him, looking at you with a surprised expression.

“Should we do that again?” He asked you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest.

“Leah, what about Leah? You’re dating her… She’s my roommate-”

Jim’s lips cut you off.

“I broke up with her, After the beach.”

“What? Really?”

“I only dated her to get closer to you. The way she acted after what happened. I couldn’t stand it. That’s what I meant, I figured you had heard from her.”

“To get closer to me?...” You scrunch your brows together.

“You’re really that oblivious?” He had his arms wrapped around you, but you didn’t make any effort to push him away further.

“I like you. I have, for years. I never hated you… I just didn’t know how to tell you. I dated Leah cause I was hoping you’d be jealous. It was stupid.”

“It was stupid. I thought you hated me so much that I thought I hated you.”

“You don’t hate me, do you?” He asked again, but this time he knew the answer.

All the secret feelings you had bottled up the last two years came bubbling to the surface as he confessed to you. Every little stupid thing you had thought he had done to piss you off in the past, every sweet thing you pretended wasn’t sweet came to the forefront of your mind.

“I'm an idiot and I think I’m in love with you.” The words fell out of your mouth as you stared up at him, only a few inches from you. You could feel his heart beating in his chest under your hands.

He pressed his lips back to yours, this time the kiss was less rushed, you could feel the tenderness in how he kissed you. His hands wrapped around you like he never wanted to let you go.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot.” You breathed as you kissed him, his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“For the record, I love you too, and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Now kiss me.”

Jim didn’t need any more convincing after that. He pressed his lips yours again, this time with no intention of stopping.

“Is your,” you continued pressing your lips back to his as you spoke, “roommate coming back anytime soon?”

“Mm no, at his parents for the weekend.” Jim walked you over to his bed, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt and you gave him a nod, letting him know this was ok.

“Good god, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Jim stared at your shirtless form, his hands making quick work of your bra and tossing it aside. His lips immediately found your chest. Gently lapping and biting, one hand caressing while he kissed and sucked lightly on your skin and nipples.

“I think I have an idea…” you sighed at his touch, running your fingers through his hair.

“We’re both idiots, right? We could’ve been doing this way sooner.” Jim laughed as he straightened himself up again, taking off his own shirt as he talked.

You admired the way his arms flexed and for once you could stare at him without feeling guilty.

“Like what you see?”

You shut him up with a kiss.

Your hands worked Jim’s belt as you kissed hungrily when you finally undid it you let him sit on the bed as you slid his pants off him.

His cock was strained against the fabric, pressing its full hard length for you to see how much he really wanted you. It practically made your mouth water.

Jim Mason was blessed in every department it seemed.

You dropped to your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of his bed, running your hands up his thighs.

“You’re such a tease,” he adjusted his hips, his cock still straining for attention.

“I’m not in a rush…” you winked playfully up at him before finally taking his throbbing member in your hand and giving it a few light strokes.

Jim groaned through his teeth, bucking up into your hand.

“Are you going to cum if I put my mouth on you?”

“I- Maybe,” he wanted to say no, but with the way he was feeling Jim knew he wouldn’t last if you wrapped your pretty little lips around his cock.

Another time.

You kept your hand wrapped around him as you pushed him back on the bed so you could straddle him, stopping only for a few seconds to pull the rest of your pants and panties off.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, in the side drawer.”

“I guess your whore tendencies do come in handy sometimes, Mason.” You reached over and found a little foil packet, resuming your straddle position as you sat on top of his thighs.

His cock was dripping precum now, and you couldn’t resist leaning down and cleaning the head of his cock with your tongue.

“Fuck, (Y/N).”

You tore open the condom carefully and rolled in on him, “do you want me to ride you?” You asked him, he stared up at you straddling him, completely naked and practically dripping with need all over him.

“Please.”

You adjusted your hips so you could grind the tip of his cock against your clit for a few seconds, moaning softly as you rocked against him. Jim’s hands found your hips as you directed his cock into you.

“Fuck, I love you.” You found yourself saying again as you felt his cock fully seated inside of you.

You leaned down and pressed another kiss to his lips, and started rocking against him. Agonizingly slow for Jim’s preferences.

He gripped your hips tighter, moving you the way he wanted you to move now. He lifted you up so he could fuck you properly, eventually sitting up and wrapping his arms around you while his cock was still buried inside you.

Your wrapped your arms around his neck in return, enjoying the sensations flowing through you as you simply stayed still, feeling your naked chests pressed against each other and your hearts beating in synch.

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that to me…” Jim pressed his forehead against yours, stealing your lips in another kiss and another after that.

“I love you, Jim Mason.” You whispered against his lips. “I love you,” he smiled in return before deepening the kiss.

As he kissed you, he adjusted your position so he was on top. Driving into you with slow but firm thrusts, his tongue tracing the most sensitive part of your neck sending chills up you as he fucked you.

One of Jim’s hands eventually found your clit, running along it in slow circles as he continued to fuck you, Making you moan his name in his mouth.

You climbed the mountain together, feeling your orgasm build and you could tell by Jim’s sloppy thrusts that he wasn’t far behind,

You moaned loudly as you finally felt your release, so loud, in fact, you imagined everyone on this floor could hear you, not that you cared.

Jim followed suit, spilling into the condom while still inside you. You kept your legs wrapped around his hips as you both rode out the last of your orgasms together.

“How you do you think Medina is going to react?” You whispered as you laid against his chest, Jim laughed.

“I think she’ll be happy. She’s been waiting years for me to tell you how I feel.”

“YEARS?”

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I’ve had this finished for a couple days, but I kinda hated it so I put it off, edited it a little. But I wanna post it before the new season or I never will. Hope you guys liked it anyways lol :)

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creatingnikki · 5 years ago

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Dearest Jo,

I woke up feeling really nice – a relaxing day off, nowhere to go, nothing to do – but then I checked my phone and felt really bitter. Received mails and messages from highly entitled and selfish people who instead of feeling grateful for something I had done for them were expecting more. I couldn’t shake that shitty feeling off no matter how many big bites of a giant chocolate bar I took. Then, I decided to get to work and write your letter – the last one in The Love Project. It took me 5 minutes of reading your answers to smile and let out, ‘So damn sweet!’ and just like that the bitterness had disappeared.

When my family moved to a new city and I started a new school in 8th grade I was known for many things – the girl with the weird accent, the girl from the big city, the girl who has a crazy sticker collection. And I did. I used to carry this giant ass black file to school every day and it didn’t contain assignments or notes – it was my sticker collection. Just flipping through it made me happy and of course adding to it. But what made me the happiest was to write letters to my friends back home and add like a million stickers to those letters! That’s really the time I got into writing letters and I guess I have never quite stopped. I have, however, stopped buying stickers. Shall I start again?

I had this idea for a self-date a while ago – and I love self-dates – to go do some stationery + sticker shopping, go to my favourite local bakery and buy some sandwiches, juice and baked goods and go to a park just a bit before sunset and have myself a mini picnic where I write cute little letters to friends I haven’t spoken to in a while. Summer is close so I think I will do it – I feel good about it.

Your answer about what love means to you – ‘To me, the word love means acceptance and warmth. Anytime I say the word or even if I feel love towards someone, I feel warm and most people compare love to the color red because it matches the heart, or even the color pink, but I always see yellow because yellow is warm and happy, which is what love means to me. Warmth, love, and happiness.’ I mean, wow! Yes! Last night I was talking to a friend about this guy and I couldn’t articulate this exact thing. When I think of him or talk to him all I feel is warmth, acceptance and everything else undeniably positive.

I came across a very powerful quote in this book that I’m currently reading called Daisy Jones and The Six – Acceptance is a powerful drug. And that just hit me because it is, isn’t it? That feeling of knowing that there is someone you could say anything to and they would still love you just the same because they love you not for a list of things you but for something more inherent and central to your being that can’t be boiled down to one thing or articulated. It’s just you. I didn’t understand this back in school when I asked a close friend of mine, let’s call him Astroboy, why he loves his girlfriend?

And he said there’s no reason because if there was, the day that specific ceased to exist that would mean his love would to and it’s just not that kind of love, he said, you know? And no, I did not. I used to confused myself by often thinking about his answer. I mean, like of course there are specific things that strike us about the person we chose to be with or fall in love with. Otherwise what distinguishes them from all the other people out there? But I’m finally coming to understand that while you can list 1000 things you love about someone those don’t have to be the reason why you love them. You love them because they are just.

You know, the way you described how you and your girlfriend spent her birthday weekend it made me feel like it was out of a YA book or a cute movie. I’m so happy that you have that and that despite how she felt initially, her fears never materialised and that you both are still together and still just as much in love. I had that a few times not for anything more than a few months and all that when I was a teenager. At 23 now I can’t remember when was the last time as an adult I felt like I shared a precious day with someone that would make my heart swoon had I read about it in a book. But I never know what’s round the corner, right? Please send some of your love wishes my way, haha.

I like how when asked to answer who you’ve said ‘I love you’ to the most you said – that’s tough. my girlfriend, my best friend, or my parents. To have so many dear people you love so wholly and to be loved by them just as truly – that’s the dream! (Are you hearing me Barney Stinson? That, my bro, is the dream!) I’m sorry to hear about your aunt. I’m sure she was one of those people too.

You said you have a terrible obsession with books – Yay! Me too. Are you on Goodreads? Do you have a reading challenge for 2020? What are you currently reading? I’ve read some interesting books in the last month and am looking for more striking books. I like anything that can do one of the two things:

Make me feel something – something I have not before or in a long time

Validate something I already feel

I get a lot from books. And for a while – in college – I stopped and I’m just getting back to it. It feels nice. The more I depend on books for feeling certain things, the less I have to depend on people. People always disappoint. Sure, sometimes so do books but unlike books you can’t DNF people. I mean, you can but it’s more complicated than that. But my point is books!!! Haha.

May this decade be full of beautiful books, people who don’t disappoint, adventures worth writing about and a lot of love that is yellow.

Love,

Nikki

I wrote this letter for Jo based on some questions they answered. You can read the questions and their answers here.

Guys, this was my last letter in The Love Project - 29 days of love letters. You can read all the love letters here.

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syalmazhafira17 · 4 years ago

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Her Brother

Her grief of losing loving brother

TW: Mentions of death, drug addict, use of alcohol, slight mention towards s*ici*e

Word count: 2.566

A/N: Hii, finally I could post my writing in my Tumblr. I started a challenge for myself for writing 2.000 words at least every week and this is my piece of writing for November Week #2. I use some prompts for this writing, here is the list of the prompts and credits to tumblr blog posts that I took the prompts from, if you see your prompt used and wanted a credit, you can always chat me and I will give you credits. Thank you for reading!

XOXO,

Syalma

Thanksgiving, 2015.

Orange leaves piling up behind the house on the backyard. Falll has finally come, but her heart feels like the leaves, yellow, orange, falling from the tree, although they fall gracefully, but not her. Her heart felt like a haunted house, dusty and old. Her hair was a mess of strings. She can't cry anymore, she had ran out of her tears. She felt hollow on her soul, she just an empty flesh and bones.

His hands were the only safe place in the world for her now. The place where everything seems and feels fine, everything was perfect as she wished it was.

"When will you be home?" her voice trembled and cracked at the end. He coudl clearly tell her emotion, she has been with him for years.

"What's wrong petal?" he asked.

"He's gone, Carl. He has left," she broke down. Tears still not there, but her chest felt burst with emotions.

"Who- petal, I'll be home soon enough, okay? And we'll talk about it if you want to," Carl gulped.

"Thank you," she sniffled and hung up, buried her face on the pillow, that ironically smells like lemon, just like the smell of his other stuff she missed so much, but she couldn't bear the pain again. A knife felt twisted in her heart, and she growls in unphysical pain. Her hand squeezed her pillow harder, please take the pain away, she begs inside. She finally cried, with no tears, just some emotional heavy feelings being lifted off her chest, but it feels better, but not for long.

Her hand finds a way to her chest, squeezing the pendant of her necklace unconsciously.

"Don't lose it," he has said when he first gave it to her. "You have to remember me."

"I won't," she smiled brightly, not paying too much attention to the last sentence.

It was years ago, before only a month ago, she found out he got addicted to drink, and drugs. Not being the person she knew for years. Her head buried deep on her thoughts, the first time he show her what's love, care, and dream.

She was 4, he was 6, he already knew the family at such a young age. She didn't understand everything, but she already felt pain, and hatred. Her cheeck gone red, her face heated up, but she won't break, she was near for losing it, but she knew the consequence. She had enough for the day. She quietly crawls outside, towards the yard, where he waited. He immediately pick her up, wiping beads of tears that started to fall down quietly.

"Shhh...it's alright. It's okay. You are with me now," he whispered, holding his baby sister closer. Her chubby cheek mushed against his chest. She let out a soft whimper to let out the pain in her body. Her milk soft skin bruised here and there, hidden with dresses she wore, but that doesn't mean the pain gone. The only person knew it was him, he will always ice packed it, and kiss her, in susbtitution of parental sweet kiss.

For years it will be like those days. As they grow up together, they started to play along with the games. They would run through the bushes on the backyard and laughed as their parents chase after them, drunk, sober, but still dangerous. Their barrier will always be the wall on the backyard, when they were younger, they will always stop there, but when she hit 11, they started jump over the wall and ran to the street until it's midnight and their parents already head out to the bar.

One time, they almost got caught outside, on the street, they took the wrong turn and met with their drunk parents. He sees them first, immediately stopping her on the track and pull her to hide behind an abandoned building. And they got trapped there for an hour. They wouldn't mind, but she started to be scared. Feeling her body tensed, he crawled to the back of the building

"What are you doing?" she squeaked.

"Shhh, follow me," he instructed. He crawled to the little door towards the back of building. She looked over to where he meant it, before figuring out the thing.

"Is that even possible? It's too small," she shook her head

"Of course, silly. What do you think about your cool big bro?" he chuckled, pushing materials around him to make the hole turned bigger. Her eyes widen. Excitedly helping to push around and a door with the size of adult person opened.

"Where does this goes?" she asked.

"Shh," he shushed her, before speaking in random gibberish.

**"Who are you talking to?"**she asked curiously.

"I said shh," he softly shushed her again.

She stayed quiet, before she got in shock a group of leather jacket-ed boys coming around us.

"Who are they?" she said underneath her breath.

"The night's boys. My new friends," he smirks and talk to them in gibberish she couldn't understand. The boys nodded and smiles, and two of them letting out their hands towards her.

"They are pretty gentleman, take their hands," he warned her. She nodded, taking their hands and follow them walking through a small part of the town she never neither heard or seen before.

They walk pretty quietly, it was until the point that it was very odd for someone who walks that quiet. But she didn't comment anything and just following them. He didn't seem to care either, so that what makes her kept going and following them quietly.

They brought them to a small bunker, it smells odd, like rotten egg. Which wasn't something she would love, but she didn't mention it anyway, in fear that they will harm her. Although he said they aren't necessarily bad, but there's no reassurements that they won't harm her if she did anything.

"What makes you think they're safe?" she whispered under her breath once they reach the bunker and the boys that holds her hand lef them both alone on the lip of the bunker. "And what makes you think this is the best place?" she looked around.

"I have known their leader, and if we didn't let them lend a helping hand-" he turned his whole body around to meet her eyes. "we're doomed."

"But what's the point of bring us here?" she squeaked.

"Because we're playing this another round game of escaping from our drunk abusive parents. And you should be happy we have a place to stay rather sleep through the night ine that old building," he answered in relaxed state. The opposite of her freak out state, he seems so calm and knowing the situation they were in.

They stayed there for a whole ten minutes before a boy came up to them.

"Leader says you can stay here for the night," he simply says before walking away. Just about the time she wanted to ask where they should sleep or at least things like blanker or else, he stopped her on the track. Making her rethink of things, what should she expect them to have for sleeping? They're already in luck they won't eat them for late dinner/early breakfast.

They found a crook of bunker that was cleaner than the rest of the cold tiles. She cuddled herself while he stayed up brightly. Playing with a razor blade in his wrist without her noticing. He wanted nothing than escaping the reality, having drunken abusive parents, wandering the town in order to escape them at night, he just wanted a better life for him and her little sister he used to hate.

When he was a kid, he thought when his little sister was born, his abusive parents will chose her rather than him, and he will suffer alone while his sister took all of the caring loving parents whatsoever he craved so much. But when he first seen her walking with tears in her eyes and blood slid down her cheek, he knows that she will suffered the same, without love and care. So he started to learn to love her, giving her something they both supposed to recieve.

They went school, of course. Being a normal kid, when at night they turned to a complete rebel mode. They don't steal or get drunk underage, they just ran around the town, making friends with rebel, and knowing their lifestyle. They sometimes annoy pedestrians when they got bored, just whistling at them, and escape their parents once more. They played a little game to escape their parents every night, and everytime they didn't get caught, they will celebrate it by giving eachother a simple treat of a bite of cupcake, from the money they recieved for working with random people needed help around the town. But they needed more than that, they need enough money just to escape the town, or country maybe, to live and to be themselves without fear.

The morning quickly approached, without him having any sleep, and she woke up pretty quickly. He turned to her, gesturing to her they have to ran from the bunker as soon as the sun rise up. She nodded and balanced herself on her own two feet and ran outside with him. It was Sunday, so they walked and wandered around the town some more in the bright daylight.

"You know, maybe I should go out of town, look for money some more, and maybe we could live away from this town," he said.

"You mean, you will leave the town? Leaving me alone?" she stopped her track and looking to him deadly in the eyes.

"No-not like that. It's just a quick one, once I got some work and I'll bring you as well," he simply said.

"Where should I go for safe if you leave? What will happen to you?" she asked.

"I know a friend- he was very kind and I'm pretty sure his sister wouldn't mind having someone to share nail polishes," he nodded.

"That wasn't the point. I don't want to be away from you. Why can't you just bring me already?" she said in the edge of patience.

"That wasn't the point either. They were very lovely and kind. And I can't bring you because the money wasn't going to be enough for both of us," he said coldly.

"I don't care about money. You are my only family. No one's my family here except you," she said, tears started falling from her eyes.

"But he could be family, he could be a part of us with his sister," he said.

"But I don't want to," she said.

"Well, you should, if you want to live better than these," he said.

"I don't care about these! I just needed you to be around, not far from me, that's what you did every day in our lives!" she fought.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT TORTURES ME! YOU DON'T KNOW!" he yelled. She was in shock, but he didn't noticed that. "It wasn't easy."

"Oh- you thought I'm just a doll? Yeah, fine, okay. You can leave! Leave this town! Never come back! I will find a way to not starve myself and not being YOUR TORTURER!" she yells back and ran away.

He froze in his place. Realizing what he has done. "Stop! Willa! Stop!" he yanked forward and ran to catch her. But she ran faster than him, and he never found his Willa again. She escapes out of his grip just like that.

The next day, he finalize his choice. If he could get successful, he could have the chance to meet his sister. And maybe he could get his wish out of the town. So he left using the leftover money he had in his pocket, and he left with a train out the town, without saying goodbye to her.

She quietly watched him get to the train with only a dream and wish from behind a wall in the station. She wanted to ran and hug him, saying sorry, gave him a proper goodbye. But she doesn't have the courage to do that. So she just stood there, hidden, with tears streaming down her face. Her knees trembling and she doesn't even sure if she will be strong enough to hold her weight. She slides down and kneeling on the cold floor underneath, while the train that her brother took already drove away. Now she doesn't have someone to seek comfort with.

She walked around the town like a ghost. She knew exactly this 'friend' her brother meant. A house just down the block, not a really big house, they only live together for two, even the house enough for 4 people, because their parents mostly doing their jobs outside the country. With trembling hands and salty tears on her lips, she raised her hand and pressed the bell.

A girl around 20 years old opened the door. She has long dark hair, and she wasn't even shocked seeing the teen in front of her parents' house. The girl opened her arms widely and she just broke there inside her warm and welcoming arms.

"He really left, doesn't he?" the girl asked softly. She nodded.

"I'm sorry," the girl said.

"Nothing's to be sorry about," she croaked. The girl smiled.

"You can live here for the rest of your life," the girl softly said.

And she lives there for years. Living her life together with the girl and her brother, they tried to contact her brother for years, until a bit over a month ago, their hard work paid off.

They got his number. When she already engaged to her brother's friend. They finally connected. On their last phone call, he promised somthing she never got. Something he broke.

"Hello lil' sis," his voice heard at the end of the line.

"Hi," she held back tears of happinness.

"I heard you've been engaged to Carl? See, he will be a part of us eventually," he giggled.

"Yeah, you were right years ago. We never said proper see you later on the train station," she said.

"Yes, I'm sorry. But I'll be home soon, seeing my lil' sis got married with my friend," he sighed.

"I missed you," she croaked.

"I missed you too. Been looking for these kind of day when you just talk to me," he said.

"My wedding will be in a month," she said. "Think you could come a few weeks earlier? Want to bought wedding gown."

"Yeah, anything else?" he giggled.

"Think you could stop working outside the town for me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yeah, you could work around here, or on Carls' even," she shrugged.

"Of course," he laughed. Oh how she missed the laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled before hanging up. But he never came tomorrow, the next day, or else. She never met him again.

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