#but yeah i jumped into the three of them but was using bucket and saw we all had the same shit on so i changed to the octo brush

[adhdvane]

i think i might have joined a cult

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.14

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1330

Warnings: Some violence and vague descriptions of post sexy time

August won best three out of five and he moved into Stephanie's old apartment while she moved into Frank's former unit. Mike had ended up finding her "intimacy aids" while they were packing, holding one of the vibrators in his hand as he looked from it to her, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. It had taken her sternly telling him to focus to halt the porno going on in his head and get him to continue packing. The dragon dildo with the suction cup base had been slapped onto the door of their new place, unbeknownst to her until she heard Sy cackle, coming out from the bedroom where she had been putting boxes and seeing him nearly in tears as he looked at it.

Children. The lot of them.

The new apartment was a two bedroom affair so Mike had somewhere to crash that wasn’t the couch when one of the guys came over. He wasn’t upset about being basically kicked out of his own bed, much to her surprise, and displayed not an ounce of jealousy.

“It’s just how we are, sweetcheeks.” Mike said with a shrug, “We’re wolves and you’re a female Alpha. I get it.” Something to get used to.

August sat at the small dining room table as he drank coffee, scrolling through his phone, when Mike came out of the spare bedroom, going over to Stephanie by the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Good morning.” He said and she leaned back against him.

“Good--” He was suddenly wrenched away, pushed roughly against the cabinets and August pulled his fist back, his teeth bared in a snarl. Mike flinched, closing his eyes tight, and there was the sound of skin meeting skin, but he wasn’t hit. Opening his eyes, he saw Stephanie holding August’s fist, her shoulders tight, and she shoved him, making him stagger back. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She walked towards him slowly, her fingers twitching as claws curled out from under her nails. “You try to hurt my Beta?” He put up a valiant fight, but eventually backed away from the aura she was giving off. He didn’t shrink away, but he did retreat.

“Stephanie, I--” He started, but she kept advancing on him. Mike jumped into the middle after quickly checking his phone, holding her back with a hand against her chest.

“Steph!” He said, “It’s not his fault! The full moon starts tonight!” She looked at him then and blinked rapidly, shaking her head.

“Sorry, I…” She said and his hand dropped.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” He said and looked at August. “You good now?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Stephanie--”

“It’s okay, August.” She said and he moved around Mike, pulling her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He said and she rubbed his back.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” She said and he pulled away to look at her before turning his eyes to Mike.

“Mike, I…”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Mike said with a shrug, “Full moon turns male Alphas super macho, I get it. Speaking of, you two should probably spend it up at the cabin, it being her first and all.”

“Mike, August tried to punch your face in for touching me.” Stephanie said, “What do you think the others will do if someone tries to get frisky?” August let out a low growl at that. “Exactly. August is going to go up to the cabin, I’m staying here.”

“It’s going to be rough, sweetcheeks.” Mike said, “You should be around other Alphas, at least for your first.”

“He’s right.” August said, “We’re big boys and you’ll put us straight.”

“Fine.” Stephanie said with a sigh. “Good thing work puts full moons in as “religious observations” for wolves.”

“So I get the next three days off?” Mike asked.

“Unless it falls on a weekend, then you only have the weekday off, but yeah. It's also paid and doesn’t take from your time off bucket.” She said, “This all would have been in your new hire packet. It has a section specifically for wolves.”

“I didn’t read it.” He said with a shrug. “Well, seeing as I have today off, I’m going back to bed.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek and while August’s hands tightened on her low back, he didn’t otherwise respond. Mike vanished back into the spare bedroom and she sighed, patting August’s chest.

“You okay now?” She asked and he nodded. She went to pull away from him, but he pulled her back, holding her tight against him. “August?” His wolf moved behind his eyes and he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

She gripped the sheets so hard her fingers were sore. He was still buried deep, his hips pressed tight against her as he laid over her, his hot breath on her skin.

"What the fuck was that?" She panted and he gave a weak chuckle, collapsing to the side onto the bed and immediately pulling her against his chest, tangling his legs with hers.

"Full moon." He mumbled, tasting the sweat on her skin, wrapping her in his arms. "Makes everything a bit…" He gave a low sound that she felt more than heard, "Intense."

"Apparently." She said, relaxing against him. "It going to be like that with the others?" Another low sound, his arms tightening around her. "August."

"I know." He sighed, "To answer your question, probably, but this is the first one we've spent with a Mate. All the other times, we just stayed out of each other's way so no one got their limbs ripped off."

"Jordan wasn't like this, so I'm guessing it really only hits Alphas?"

"Yes." He said and cuddled into her further, as if he were trying to crawl into her skin. "Let's get a couple hours rest, and then we'll head up to the cabin. We really should be there before sunset."

Her hair was still slightly damp from their shower as August pulled up in front of the cabin in his SUV. The shower had been her idea, as she figured that showing up to a cabin filled with male Alpha wolves on the cusp of a full moon smelling strongly of another Alpha male wouldn’t be the best way to start the night. Someone was going to swing at someone. The front door opened and Sy stepped out as they were getting out of the truck, grabbing their overnight bags from the backseat.

“Hey, doll.” He said gently, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her in a hug. “You up here for the full moon?”

“Mike’s idea.” She said, pulling away, and he nodded.

“Good idea.” He said and smiled down at her softly before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as he reached up to hold the side of her jaw and his hand slid back into her hair. A low growl went through the air and they pulled away, Stephanie looking over to see that Geralt and Walter had left the cabin as well.

“Yeah, about that.” She said, “August laid it out for me that shit is going to get real tense with me here. More than usual. I'm telling you all right now, keep that shit contained. I don't want to deal with broken bones because someone picked a fight. Understood?"

"Yeah, babe." Sy said, "Understood."

"August?"

"Yes."

"Walter?"

"Yes, love."

"Geralt?" He just grunted in response. "Whatever, I'll take it. To keep things civil, I'm going to be sleeping in Mike's old room. No picking fights, got it?"

"Got it." They echoed, Geralt just giving another sound, and she pulled away from Sy, picking her bag up off the ground where she dropped it and heading into the cabin with them following behind.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Immortal Beloved - Chapter Four.

Oh, look at that. It's surprise update time! I have noticed a few new readers making their way through the previous chapters, a warm welcome to you all :) Thank you to my regulars for your reads, reblogs lovely reviews, you make my heart happy <3 It would make me endlessly happy if I could hear back from a few of you who've remained silent so far, too. Remember, it takes less time to leave a comment and hit reblog than it does to actually read the chapter you just enjoyed :)

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Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

Deluge. Downpour. White blankets swathed the surroundings in every single direction as John carefully negotiated his Austin Twenty over the rapidly freezing roads, shuddering as he did. The temperature had dropped to a bitter minus five, but he wasn’t about to let a little thing like sub-zero temperatures and weather that bordered upon a blizzard stop him from reaching Little Aston. Besides, it had only taken such a severe turn once he was over halfway there.  

At seeing the stone wall bearing the engraving ‘Georgian House’, he sighed with relief. Turning in, he was about to jump out and open up the gate when he saw a figure come trudging down the drive, a well-dressed man opening the high, iron structure and waving him through.  

“Carry on straight up, Mr Shelby. Ma’am is awaiting you.”  

“Bloody hell,” John muttered with a smirk as he continued up the drive, “her butler looks older than she is.” The drive was not long at all, John pulling the car alongside a beautiful, black Rolls Royce outside of what looked to be an old coach house, picking up the bottle of whiskey he’d brought with him. Tommy had advised him there, telling him it wasn’t polite to turn up to the home of a woman who appeared to be in such high standing empty handed.  

“Allow me, sir.”  

Pushing a hand past where he reached to rap the large, brass knocker upon the door, the butler let them into the house, pausing upon the other side of the heavy door. “May I take your coat and cap, sir?”  

“Ta. Oh, mind ya fingers on the peak.” 

The butler looked between the young man and the razorblade adorned cap a little distastefully, raising an eyebrow. “Sir.”  

He aimed for non-judgmental, but it didn’t land at all, John’s smirk widening as he turned at the sound of a door creaking open, the only person within the walls of Georgian House whose opinion he gave a damn about walking towards him.  

Taking her in, he gulped, seeing how incredibly beautiful she looked. Her hair tumbled in a cascade of curls, her peacock printed silk robe flowing with all the elegance she carried herself with. It was belted low, low enough to reveal that she wore no brassiere beneath. His heartbeat amped a few notches. 

“I almost ventured out to see if you had become stuck along the way!” Reaching for him, she pressed a kiss to his lips, humming happily.  

“Er, yeah. Sorry an’ all for being late. Fucking coming down in buckets out there, it is.” 

She waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it truly is no bother. I anticipated as much. Oh, and you brought whiskey, how splendid. Now, cook has prepared dinner for us, but it shall keep. Let’s head to the sitting room and warm you up. You are colder than I am!” 

He let her take his hand, John’s eyes everywhere as they walked to the right across the checkerboard tiled welcome hall of the homestead. Fine art hung upon the baroque embossed, black wallpaper, the ceilings white, a gigantic chandelier twinkling above them. He shuddered to think how many zeros its price carried. 

The sitting room was equally as opulent, the hardwood beneath his boots almost black in colour, rich tones of claret and burgundy decorating the space, pops of brightness offered by the cream settee, mounted in gilt framework. He almost didn’t dare sit down, save making the place look somehow untidy. There was even a polar bear rug upon the floor, complete with head.  

He nodded in the direction of the skinned beast, its teeth bared. “Imagine having to take that down when it was alive. Blimey.”  

“There’s no imagining,” Bryn spoke, taking the whiskey from him and moving to the small bar area, pouring out two measures into cut crystal glasses. “I did take it down. Perhaps one of my finest hunting trophies. I feel there is a sense of pride to hunt for your own furnishings.”  

Moving to sit beside him, she proffered the glass forth, resting her hand to his thigh. The feel of him beside her, his scent, oh. She had missed him. “I must add, though, it was not a merciless slaughter. The beast was stalking some human friends of mine who live on the northern island of Svalbard in Norway. I waited until nightfall for doing a little stalking of my own once it had returned to their cabin, intent on feeding upon them. We vampires are very proficient with the removal of predators who make a pest of themselves.”  

He looked impressed, but his following question had nothing to do with the method to which Bryn had procured herself such a rug. “Was them people doing for you what Alfie’s men do when you’re in London, or like how you want us to do for you here? I’ve got news about that, by the way.” 

“Not exactly,” she began, leaning back against the comfortable assortment of cushions padding out the settee. “My friends in Norway offer a different type of exchange, blood for protection. I do not feed upon Alfie’s men. The Jews consider this an unholy alliance, so my relationship with them is merely that of daylight protection for monetary recompense. Since vampires have existed, there have been families of humans to know about us, secret keepers as they are known.  

“We feed upon them for the exchange of protection. Gypsies commonly do this, of course your blood being so very beautiful in palette to us. You know of that already, though. Your family were not the only ones to give us up to the Rasmussen’s, though. This is another reason why we are becoming so few in number these days. Because out of feeding preference, many of us aligned ourselves to gypsies, since their betrayal of our kind our food source has become scarce.” 

“And that’s affected you too, right?” he asked, Bryn shaking her head. 

“Not for me personally, no. The people who work on my staff are from a long line of secret keepers whom I aligned myself with centuries ago. My butler, Albert is the grandfather of the family, my cook, Bettie is his wife, and my housekeeper, Elsie is one of their granddaughters.  

“Their grandson, Luke, he also works for me, but on the side of my business. He just telephoned to say he has taken lodgings at a hotel within the city centre as the roads are becoming perilous. He is currently assisting me in helping curate a number of new exhibitions at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. This is the reason why I came to Birmingham in the first place.” Sipping her whiskey, it then dawned on her. “Gods above, here I am, prattling away! You said you had news?” 

He shrugged lightly. “No bother. I like hearing all about your life. So, I told our Tommy and me aunt Pol, tried to with Arthur an’ all but he buggered off and wouldn't listen. Tommy says he wants to meet you, I suppose to get an opinion on you before he decides either way. Is that alright?” 

“Absolutely, we shall head back there tomorrow evening, if you intend on spending the night?” Oh, he intended on it, and his face showed it. That cheeky grin. “The smile is telling me yes very clearly.” 

He leaned in close, kissing her cheek. “As it should. Besides, I doubt I’d be able to get the car out again unless that snow stops.” They kissed one another with longing, John resting a hand to her leg, running it up her thigh slowly. No stockings. A little higher as she virtually purred against his tongue, his fingers reaching her hip. No knickers.  

And she wasn’t slapping his cheek and accusing him of being a letch. Or telling him he had to wait. 

Before he could find himself too lost within the hazy mist of eroticism, a small noise of someone clearing their throat sounded over the noises of their kissing. “Ma’am, do forgive me for interrupting you and your gentleman friend, but the dinner shall not keep much longer, lest the lamb chops dry up.”  

While Bryn thanked Bettie and stood up, all John could do was sit there lost in a daze of his own arousal. No brassiere, no stockings, no knickers.  

Did they have to eat dinner? 

Upon taking the first mouthful of the succulent lamb, though, cooked with tomatoes and mint, paired with baby potatoes and green beans, he very much wanted to fill his stomach. “Blimey, this is fancy.” Nodding to her meagre portion, he raised an eyebrow. “Not much of an appetite?” 

“I only eat for the pleasure of the flavours, remember.” Of course. He immediately felt like a clod for forgetting that. A short silence, followed, John wrestling with the correct way to ask her the question he had wondered over.  

“Right, so if you’re dead, then how do ya digest the food?”  

She laughed softly through her nose, reaching for her wine. John Shelby; he just had to know how everything worked. “Truth is, I have absolutely no idea. Something about the magic of what I am, I suppose. My body just absorbs it somehow, like it does with the blood, for I haven’t had the need to use a lavatory since I was human.”  

“Well, that’s good I suppose. You’d hate the one at our house,” he began, shovelling a potato into his mouth. “Outside loo, bloody froze me balls off going for a shit this morning.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced. It perhaps was not the politest of dinner conversation. When Bryn virtually barked out a laugh, he relaxed, though. 

“Oh, John. You know nothing of taking a shit in the cold! Wait until you’ve hovered your bare bottom over a latrine in minus twenty, as I had to in winters as a human.” 

“Minus twenty?” he exclaimed, Bryn widening her eyes. 

“Yes, it is bitter in Norway.” 

“Tell me more about it,” he asked, spearing a piece of tomato with his fork. “I bet it was so different to anything I know, when you lived as a human.” 

As he enjoyed every mouthful of his food, a very generously infused fruit and rum cake to follow, John learned all about the Viking age from Bryn’s perspective. Her life had been a hard toil, farming the land and raiding in the summer months with Bjorn, her then-husband, the man she had loved and sadly lost to battle.  

“Losing him was terrible, but our son, Sigurd, he thrived. He travelled far and wide to trade, made me so very proud as a mother, even though I could only ever watch him live as an adult from the shadows. He was fifteen when I was made vampire, with a wife of his own and a child on the way. It saddens me that I was not able to truly be there to witness it.” 

“Why not?” he asked, thanking her when she topped up his wine. He wasn’t a wine drinker at all, but the red she decanted from the crystal bottle was very palatable, he had to admit. 

Lacing her fingers together, she leaned forward a fraction, a sad sigh falling from her pretty, pink lips. “Baby vampires must go with their creator, they are much too volatile in nature to remain with their human family, mores the pity. It is for their safety, and so we may learn how to be what we are, also. My creator was a vampire named Olaf, an ancient being I had the pleasure of being raised by. He was wonderful, but alas is no longer with us.” 

“Wasn’t the fucking Rasmussen’s, was it?” 

“No,” she said, reaching for her wine. “The decision was his. He was old and tired, nearly two thousand, nine hundred when he decided to kiss his vampire children goodbye and meet the dawn sun. We of course felt sadness, but it was his choice and we respected it.” 

“And your siblings?” 

“Two remain out of fifteen. There is my brother, Siddiq, who I cannot bear. He resides in a small village not far from his birthplace of Morocco, settling there about two hundred years ago after much travelling around and inflicting himself upon others with his narrow-minded views and oafish behaviour. Then there is my sister, Annabelle, and I love her dearly. She resides in New Zealand, where she and her husband run a nightclub in Christchurch, the perfect venture for a couple of vampires. We write one another often. The other ten met their final death through conflict, and the other three chose to meet the sun also.” 

“Have you got any offspring?” 

“Two,” she confirmed, smiling a little sadly as she thought of her children. “Alexander and Joy. I do not allow them to reside within England. Too dangerous, it is, for them to place themselves close to me, especially considering it is Rasmussen turf. I have flitted around from place to place for a long time, in order to remain a step ahead of them. My children do the same. The only thing that brings me here right now is my work.” 

John listened intently but found himself stuck upon one detail. It was greatly surprising to him, how these creatures were blessed with a life eternal, yet chose willingly to leave it behind. He then supposed that living lifetimes longer than anybody should, some would likely tire of it, having to say goodbye to humans they’d become close with, over and over again as the decades and eventually centuries passed them by.  

“You are wondering if I have ever considered such a decision,” she stated, John’s eyebrows rising a fraction. He doubted he’d get used to that, the way she could seemingly read exactly what was on his mind purely by facial expressions alone. 

“It crossed my mind,” he confessed, pulling a cigar from his pocket, raising his eyebrows questioningly. She vanished, returning after a second with an ashtray she placed before him. Lighting up, the intoxicating scent of tobacco filled the air, John continuing, “I can’t even imagine it, being on this earth for so fucking long. How’d you do it, live so many lives and never get tired of it all?” 

“I sometimes wonder at my tenacity, but you must understand that being vampire made me a very different creature for a long, long time. Once we are made what we are, our humanity is mostly gone. We are no longer human. We are predators, shadow walkers, as your kin called us, bound to the darkness we must forever live within.  

“When our bodies die, so do our human values and morals. It takes many hundreds or years to gain a little of it back. As I am now, I am much more human in nature than I was at two, three, four hundred years old. Older vampires, while we possess a power that is virtually limitless, are much gentler than our younger counterparts.  

“This is how we cope with living these many lives you mention. Our driving force much different to that of a human. Feed, fuck, survive, repeat. Then, you see, there is the certainty over all you shall bear witness to, everything you shall see in your extended time.” 

Taking a pull on the cigar in his hand, he leaned forward in his seat. “Tell me, about the things you’ve seen.”  

Oh, where to begin? Bryn’s mind truly was like an encyclopaedia, so many lives, so many sights emblazoned vividly upon a memory that would never forget even the scantest detail of the life and death she had lived. “Oh, gods above, John. I barely know where to begin. I have watched empires rise and fall, been at the side of kings as they have conquered, watched regimes topple and oppressors burn.” His curiosity did not diminish. “You wish for specifics, if I am correct?” 

“You are,” he confirmed, watching as she emptied the contents of the wine decanter into their glasses.  

Clutching her glass, she stood from the table. “Then let us retire to the sitting room, and I shall tell you some of my more memorable stories.” They left the room, crossing the hallway, Bryn pushing the heavy door open and sweeping her hand, all of the candles within the opulent space lighting, the fire suddenly springing into life. “More of my vampiric magic. I seem to harness fire and energy, hence why my predatory energy made all of the streetlights upon Watery Lane shatter when I was hunting your adversaries.” 

He had wondered.  

Sitting with her, he felt as if he needed to shake himself into reality. This woman, this earth bound, but magically created, femme fatale creature of the night was testing the very realms of his imagination, of what he considered reality. How was this happening to him? How was John Shelby from Small Heath sitting on a settee next to a vampire, a woman of boundless life and power, about to tell him of the sights she had seen in her thousand plus years?  

How? 

“As his lover, I sat upon the council of Mehmed the Conqueror during his second reign of the Ottoman empire, advising his proposed attack upon Constantinople. I revealed to you my status as shieldmaiden, but what I did not tell you was that before my turning vampire, I was considered by the standards at the time as a warlord. I led an army of Vikings to conquer upon many a raid after Bjorn’s passing, taking on the position of a Jarl. Mehmed trusted my intuition and experience, as well as my ruthless nature as a four-hundred-year-old vampire.” 

His eyes bulged. He hadn’t heard of the man she referred to, most of her explanation being lost upon him, but it sounded very important. “So, you vampires do reveal yourselves to humans, then? I mean, situations like the one between you and me, the secret keepers and gypsies aside?” 

“If an alliance proves beneficial to us, then yes, we do.” Reaching for his cigar, she took a little puff upon it, savouring the rich flavour of the smoke before placing it in the ashtray, moving herself to sit astride him. “I think I tire of talking for now.”  

Her mouth met his in a slow tease, tongue rolling against his as her hands braced to his chest. He kissed her back with slow heat, fingertips teasing the edge of her robe. “I’m glad you do, cos’ I’ve been wondering how many more tattoos I get to find on this beautiful body.” 

Her lips curled into a wide grin of pleasure. “Allow me to reveal myself, so you may count them.” Sliding from his lap onto her feet, she hooked her fingers beneath the clasp belting the flowing silk around her form, unclipping it and letting the robe fall to the floor. Her nakedness was even more exquisite than he could have ever imagined, those tattoos decorating beneath her breasts, across her hips, the designs snaking over the sides of her thighs. 

“One,” he spoke, placing a kiss to her sternum. “Two.” Another kiss pressed upon the opposing side of her body, his arms encircling her waist, hands stroking the small of her back. “Three.” His lips met her hip, tongue tracing along the long ago etched black lines, those kisses scattering over from one side of her body to the other. “Four.” The aroused scent drifting from her womanhood evoked a crush of teeth upon the soft skin covering her hip, Bryn letting her head tip back as she grasped his shoulders, purring with delight.  

Bracketing her hips, he turned her around, his pupils inking to see the rounded swell of her bum right before him, each orb also decorated with the swirls of two ancient, Nordic dragon tails that ended there, beginning up at her shoulders. Pressing his tongue to the groove of her lower back, he ran a long, slow lick up her spine, his hand sweeping away the curtain of dark curls as he rose to his feet slowly, mouth pressing to her neck while his hands kneaded her breasts, his want spiralling beyond any means of control.  

She let herself get lost in him, leaning against his chest as her hand reached back, nails trailing over the shortly shaven hair at the back of his head, her insides beginning to glimmer. “Take me to bed. Now.”  

While Bryn might have been the one of illimitable strength, she allowed herself to be lifted, John picking her up and carrying her from the room, up the grand staircase, and following her instruction, into her bedroom. There, she found herself thrown onto her bed, a flick of her hand illuminating all the candles as well as the fireplace within the room, set upon thereafter by a man who did nothing to hide his carnal hunger for her.  

Pushing him back to his feet, she had to stop herself from shredding his finely tailored suit with her nails in haste to reveal his nakedness, stripping him of his clothes in a flurry of action, her pupils dilating as she took in the pale splendour of his body.  

He was divinity in human form. Flawless skin only marked by the speckling of freckles, lithe muscles, and, well… 

“Gods above, I think this is the most perfect cock I’ve seen in centuries,” she purred, her hand curling to grasp it, that and the lick she placed upon the crease of his hip evoking a shudder to run right through him. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, lifting her chin, his thumb stroking the bow of her lip. “Just you wait until it’s inside ya.” 

The feel of his warmth against her as she pulled him down between her legs sent a thrill of anticipation through her, fingers coming through his hair as their tongues entwined. Their hands pawed one another, all that pent up sexual longing amping, bliss charging over neurones as they indulged in the delight of one another.  

It was only the very beginning of a night where fever and passions would soar beyond comprehension.  

[nozomi-lapin]

Allow me to regale to you my tale of discovering Minecraft. The rises and the falls, literally.

Log - Day 1

Upon entering the realm, I first took a better look around the place I decided to build my little homestead. Imagine my surprise when I realized I had built right above where a space in the ground was open! Meaning I wouldn't have to start digging a mine from scratch.

I wanted to explore the area below, but I was still quite afraid of the dark. Especially without any food to keep me full and healthy. It took me three hours last time to find sheep to make a bed. I was not prepared to go into the mines.

I explored the area and found several farm animals nearby! Sheep, pigs, and chickens. I only know of one way to lure them in... Use wheat to lead sheep. I gathered seeds and made a space for a garden. As well as building a fenced area. Night fell as I finished...

(Picture in prev. taken after first time mining) Many zombies surrounded my homestead. I was safe inside, but I felt I needed to fight back at last! I faced my foe...from the safety of my front door. I lured them in and hit them right as they got close to me. Exp gained.

hen morning came (I forgot I had a bed and could sleep through the night), I descended down into the area below. In the distance I saw a skeleton! With no shield to block the arrows, I first explored in the opposite direction. I dug into the stone for the first time...

I had discovered lava! I quickly backed away and plugged up the area. To my surprise, I'd later discover that this lava pool could be found on the surface. Not too far from the homestead.

After some digging and finally discovering coal, I found that there was a water source right below. But without any iron to make a bucket, I could not transport it. I know that water can help with the farming process, so I moved some dirt from above ground to below.

Soon after, night fell again, and I wanted to go even further with fighting against the zombies. I jumped and swung my sword at the zombie. Felling my foe! Little did I know that there was one more right behind me... As you can imagine, I died and respawned from my bed inside.

I decided to try and sleep more from here on out. Using my time to SAFELY gather resources. I dug more in the mine and explored the area. Finding iron and copper and even defeating a drowned from an underground pool! In that time, my wheat had grown enough for a few bushels.

I gathered two sheep and gave them wheat. Birthing another sheep that I may use for food later once it has fully grown. My elation was short-lived as not long after this a group of pillagers had found my location! Crossbows trained on me as I fled into the homestead!

Zombies I can handle within reason, a drowned is easy prey while on land, Pillagers are out of the question! I hid in my house, hoping that they would soon lose interest... But I felt antsy. I didn't want to just sit still! The mine is very close...I could run into it!

I went down into the depths and explored the darkness, lighting it up with my newly acquired torches. As I explored about, I found several more entrances to this underground cavern. Along the way I also found a black sheep doing a magic trick.

Of course, I brought it home and bred it with one of my white sheep. Creating a little buddy with grey wool. I looked around the area close to my homestead and after cutting down a few trees I noticed one that was quite tall, and climbable...

Yeah, I fell the first time I climbed it and had to respawn. That's hubris for you. I tried again and was able to get a better view of the surrounding area. My homestead, and a grassy area nearby with yet another entrance into the underground.

I went over to the area, though I was growing tired and missed the comfort of thinking there may be someone I was sharing my experiences with. To make jokes and laugh at all missteps and silly encounters I may have made. But that will have to wait. For now...

With newly acquired resources, I felt like my little homestead was too little. I needed more space to fit in everything which I had and was going to find. As well as expanding the fenced in area to prepare for when I may find another animal I wish to keep. (skeleton horse)

After I finished remodeling my homestead, I decided to call it a day. While not much has been explored, a lot has been learned. I am more stable in my environment and ready to try and expand my reach!

But first, next time... I need to fix that hole in the roof.

Day 1 Log - Over

[thewildwaffle]

Canon Ball

From a prompt on a03

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Marfi was surprised when the humans on his team took him up on his offer of spending the Glowsen holiday break with him and his family. He knew they didn’t celebrate Glowsen, but despite being an alien race from an entirely different solar system, they genuinely seemed interested in learning more about the festivities. That plus all off-world traffic basically stopped during the holiday to help maintain clear dark skies. There were a few vital spaceports that would remain open for emergency freight, but other than that, no ship was set to leave the squifra homeworld until after the fourth sunrise of Glowsen. Many on the crew who were not squifra planned to spend the downtime aboard the ship and simply roam about the metropolitan center they were docked at for entertainment during the day. A few in the crew who were aquatic or semi-aquatic had made plans to explore the nearby glowing marshlands to the north or spend some time basking in the warm, sprawling seas to the east.

Marfi had expected the three humans to be part of the first group. After all, no one looks at a human and immediately thinks, “Oh yeah, they definitely know how to swim.” He’d even seen Human Arnie jump back and shout loudly when Human Reyna accidentally spilled some water from an overly-full bucket she’d been carrying. He quickly left to change out of his partially wet uniform into a dry one. Or during a pick-up on Hemlet 3, Marfi also observed Human Avery using an “umbrella” to avoid getting wet in the rain. Several species aboard the ESS Tennago had varying levels of aversion to water. He just assumed humans did too.

He explained several times to them how squifra communities were commonly set up so that it was near impossible to not get wet several times through the day by just getting there or moving around. Roads were largely waterways. Running water and waterfalls were widely used as borders, doors, or other forms of separation or privacy. Many homes and shops had underwater entrances, although they were typically also accompanied by above-water entrances as well.

Still, the humans seemed unperturbed. Well, Arnie expressed a few reservations at first, but when the other two seemed determined to go, he said “it’d be worth it to be able to learn more about Glowsen with Marfi and his family.” And that’s how he ended up sitting next to three humans in what they referred to as “swimsuits” on the ferry. Ever so often, a new passenger would board and give them a quizzical look, but if the humans took notice, they didn’t seem to mind. They each sat with their overnight packs on their laps and took turns asking questions about the upcoming festivities or about various structures or landmarks they saw as the ferry went along. Marfi had to admit, it was probably the most fun he’d had on a ferry trip.

It didn’t take long before the familiar treeline of his hometown came into view. Many of the buildings used parts of the larger trees in their structure. Others wove between and among the roots and arches. The warm pink and yellow glow of the orrad blossoms that lit the otherwise murky swamp nearly made Marfi tear up. He always forgot how much he missed being home.

As soon as the ferry docked and was tied off, the group stood and stretched. Even though it’d been an interesting trip, it still involved quite a bit of sitting on a fairly cramped ferry. The crowds would make it be a while before they’d be able to disembark. Which of course wasn’t a problem for the squifra passengers who must have been traveling light and didn’t have to go claim baggage. They just jumped off the side and into the water, following a marked swim path into town. Human Reyna took notice. “Hey Marfi, do you ever jump over the edge like that?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, usually. I don’t typically have luggage when I come home to visit, so I just start swimming.” Human Avery looked over the edge of the ferry. “How deep is the water here?” “I’m not sure,” Marfi glanced down at the water. “I’d imagine it be at least four lengths to be able to accommodate the different ships that come in. I’ve never touched the bottom myself, so I imagine it’s plenty deep.” Human Arnie frowned at Avery and Reyna, then down at the water, then at Marfi. “What about if you’re traveling in a group and only some people jump? Is there a good spot to meet up with everyone again?”

“Yeah, people do that pretty often if not everyone has luggage to pick up. The spot to pick up your luggage is right along the water path,” he pointed out the area in question. Sure enough, there were several squifra already meeting up there. Those with luggage they didn’t want to get drenched loaded up in what almost looked like gondolas.

Marfi only caught a quick glance between Reyna and Avery before the former launched herself over the side of the ferry. While still in the air, Reyna tucked her legs in close to her body and shouted, “Canon ball!” before hitting the water with a rather large splash.

That was… not how Marfi expected things to go. The other passengers on the ferry, few of whom had actually been paying attention beforehand, were now looking confusedly around, trying to figure out what had just happened. “Canon ball?” “Someone get help, that alien fell into the water!” “Why would a cannon be in a ball?” “Did you see that human jump off like that?” “Can they even swim?” “Someone call security, someone’s got some sort of canon weapon!” “Oh flarg! Is that why the human jumped? Should we jump too?”

All the passengers seemed to be frozen in place on the ferry, those near the exit had paused to try to look back and see what was going on. Marfi himself was frozen in shock, staring at the rippling water below, trying to decide if he should jump in after to help his crewmate or go get help first.

Before he could decide, a human head popped back out of the water. She didn’t seem to be disturbed or struggling. On the contrary, she seemed to be quite at ease and happy, laughing and looking back up to the startled passengers still aboard the ferry. Marfi sighed and let go of the tension he’d been holding on to. Humans could swim. They’d said they could, but actually seeing it first-hand was a huge relief.

“Arnie, my bag’s not waterproof like hers” Avery nudged their bag towards him. “Do you mind bringing it with you?”

“Or are you going to join us?” Reyna joined in. “The water feels great!”

“No thanks,” Arnie shook his head and picked up Avery’s bag. “I’m fine staying dry up here for a little bit longer.” As Avery stepped up to jump over the edge, all the passengers watched intently, half unsure of what to think about what was going on in front of them.

“Do a flip!” Reyna yelled from below.

And that’s all it took. Avery launched off the ferry and tumbled through the air before landing with another large splash into the water. As soon as everyone saw the human’s head return to the surface again, the hush that had fallen over the ferry broke and everyone began moving toward the exit again. Most knew about the weird things humans did, and those who didn’t have at least heard about the antics the strange aliens got themselves into. It was surprising, sure, but must just be a thing humans did.

Marfi watched as his two crewmates started swimming toward the water path. They weren’t as graceful in the water as a squifra by any stretch of the imagination, but they did seem pretty adept. They weren’t going to drown, in any case. He then turned to look at the human standing next to him.

“You sure you don’t want to jump?”

Arnie’s expression was comically scrunched up as he shook his head. “I’m fine. I don’t do heights and I’ve got stuff in my bag I don’t want to get wet. Plus, I’d hate to make you carry everything yourself.”

“I… I appreciate that.” Marfi’s head fins fanned out in a smile. They slowly made their way to the exit with the rest of the crowd.

“What were you saying before we pulled in about the flower lights?” Arnie prompted as they walked.

Marfi smiled bigger and picked back up on his narration describing the different features of his hometown as they walked to the luggage pick-up area. He felt just a bit more at ease having his crewmates with him, knowing that despite what they looked like, they’d be safe in the waters of his home. This Glowsen was certainly going to be one to remember for a long time.

[ask-marios-apprentice]

Meggy's Story

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For today's post. I would like to talk especially about three things

This is going to be a long post.

There is some more violent and graphic content in this post that is not for the faint of heart. Read at your own feet.

I would like to thank Glitch Production and the writers of the SMG4 series. I will be attempting to retell one of their most important arcs for the blog. I apologize if I mess up or have anything unsavory. I'm trying to mesh The SMG4 existing canon with my interpretation and my additions to the Mario universe.

Enjoy with your own caution and my warning.

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For some reason. Meggy wanted to hang out last night.

They were gonna have some holiday gala thing at the castle. So Meggy needed to get out.

And apparently, her friend Tari is in New York for a Game competition. so she won't be back until next week.

Garth: Is there any reason why you wanted hang out with me. I think the splat arena is open.

Meggy: Yeah. But its mostly younger kids. It's not really a challenge.

Garth: Oh. … So what do you want to do.

Meggy: eh. I don't really care. As long as I can get back after my dad thinks he can do a "Backwards Long Jump" up the stairs.

Garth: Wait what?

Meggy: never mind. Why don't we go to your hometown and not talk about that.

Garth: Uh...Sure.

We used the warp.

We are both feeling kind of hungry so we just had decided to head to Jumpy' Sweets.

I ordered a Funnel cake and Meggy ordered an elephant ear

Meggy: This elephant ear is... The best thing I have ever eaten!!!

Why don't we have this on Panko.

Garth: FDA I think. [Redacted information] has made [More Redacted Information] more sought out after [Even More Redacted Information]

Meggy: If I could eat this. I'm willing to not eat DonMichaels ever again.

Garth: I mean I guess if you do it in moderation. You can still have both.

Meggy: Yeah but if I ever want to when splatfest for... Wait have i ever told you the story?

Garth: What story?

Meggy: The story of how I decided to win splatfest.

[Flashback: Summer 2009]

In an orphanage, Inkopolis

A young inkling was setting up her new bunk.

She had lost her parents to a car crash 3 years ago.

With no close enough relatives, she was put into foster homes and orphanages across the city.

~

Garth: Is that you?

Meggy: What do you think?

Garth: Sorry.

~

Recently there was a string of kidnappings happening

Only inklings and Octolings were being kidnapped.

So it was highly encouraged that they would only be outside with an adult or in heavily populated.

The orphanage was actually on lockdown.

???: Hey dweeb

Meggy: [Sigh] Desti. What do you want?

Desti: Me and some of the other kids were going to sneak out to the range to practice tonight.

Meggy: And?

Desti: We wanted to see if you wanted to come with.

Like a dumb[redacted]. I decided that that would be a good idea.

Desti: {Shoots ink] So what do you want to do when you grow up.

Meggy: I dunno. maybe be a Professional Splatfest player.

Desti: Really. [Snickers] Good luck trying. I'm going to be better than you.

~

I'm going to cut in here and give an abridged version since I can't remember the entire conversation.

It boiled down to light teasing and how they both want to win Splatfest. Meggy was a bit more casual while Desti was competitive. It was a bit nerve-racking yet a bit sweet.

~

Yet. Like a couple of sitting ducks.

Desti and Meggy: WHAT IS THAT!?!?

We were captured.

We did not know who kidnapped us. But it was a terrible thing to happen to us.

They kidnapped us. and transported us for what felt like forever.

When we were finally allowed out of the buckets. We found ourselves in a makeshift jail cell.

Desti: Where are we

Meggy: I'm unsure. but wherever we are. It sure is creepy.

There were lots of other inklings, outflings, and other Inkana citizens. Anyone who could produce ink.

We saw them as a group of people. not particularly threatening It was mostly nerds. But there were a few other people. But the most notable one was a large lizard in a shirt.

They grabbed an inkling by the neck. Forcing him into a cartridge. They used a device. I'm not sure what it was. But it looked like a giant ink pen.

???: Get It ready. I want to have this up and running. The

???: But Francis Are you even sure it will work.

Francis: If it doesn't. Increase the EMP Frequency with that Axolotle. Then demand the proper instructions again.

Whatever was going on. It was not good.

They forced a bunch of inklings and outflings into chains. Allowing them to drag them to who knows where.

They had come for us.

They were going to drain us of our ink. Ourselves.

~

Garth: Wait. Isn't ink getting removed from you all the time? Like sweat or carbon dioxide? I mean, You would realistically lose a lot when in a turf war or any other time when you use ink.

Meggy: Okay. One stop interrupting me, and two, it's okay if an inkling expels a little bit of ink. Even a decent amount if they replenish it quickly. Now let me get back to the story.

~

After they had tested the device.

They had dragged us to these large tubes. All bunched up together

It was not looking good for us. They had decided to drain us like leeches. Using us for ink until we were almost dead.

Francis: Let's drain this batch. My waifu is losing its luster and I need a new one.

They were using our ink.

For Waifus.

Apparently, there were also some people who wanted to use it for cheap work or something.

But it seems like they were using it for Waifus

They were going to use the ink pen thing on us.

Lucky us. They slipped up and broke our chains with the pen's ink. It made a large sword.

Those of us who could get out made a mad dash to get out of there.

Not all of us made it however.

They had this glass wall that closed.

Meggy: Desti!

Desti: Meggy!

The wall closes

Meggy: Don't worry. Ill find help.

Desti: You better. Just promise you'll come back.

Meggy: I promise. Keep fighting.

I ran like Underwhere.

I was being chased through the sewer.

Luckily, there was a manhole cover up ahead

After I jumped out into a place. It was called...Something Aurora. I managed to hide in a nearby bucket of paint.

That was the last thing i remember before falling asleep from being tired.

~

Garth: What happed to the other escapees?

Meggy: i don't know. I think some were caught, others went down the same path as me.

Garth: Have you tried getting in contact with them.

Meggy: I think so. I went to the retirement party of an old woman i escaped with.

But lets get back on topic. And stop interrupting me

~

Mario and Peach had just gotten off of recent political discussion. Citizens from Inkana had been kidnapped. but immigrated citizens had also been attempted to be kidnapped.

To get there minds off of it in order to destress. They decided to do some painting.

Wall Painting for some reason.

They opened up a can of paint to find...

Mario: An Inkling?

Peach: What?

Mario?: I found an inkling in a can of orange paint. She seems unconscious but otherwise okay.

After i had woken up. I was to tired to even talk.

~

Meggy: i had spent Grambi knows how long in a bucket. Its a miracle i did not get brain damage or stunted growth.

Garth: I didn't even say anything that time.

~

They treated me like a kid. I hadn't felt like that in years.

To be honest. It felt nice.

Even if they were calling authorities for missing persons report.

They still made me feel comfortable.

I remember that after the day i had. It was quite possibly the best day i had in years.

They sang me a lullaby before putting me to bed.

But in the morning. I had finally gotten my voice back.

And first thing (totally not after a delicious breakfast) i had explained the entire situation

Mario and Peach: FRANCIS!?!

Meggy: You know him?

Peach: I had to go through a [shudders] dating sim.

Mario: 2003 was a horrible year. But you know where he is?

Meggy: Something Aurora. i went through a sewer. Red bricks.

Mario: You must be talking about Port Aurora The 17 Street and Coconut Avenue Intersection.

Meggy: Maybe that's it. But i'm unsure if that is the location.

Peach: I'm sure of it. We actually had gone on a walking tour of the sewers on our honeymoon.

Mario: and you wanted to go to Isle Delphino.

They got help and headed to the island. They blocked off the sewer and proceeded to storm it.

Mario: Meggy, are you sure that you want to come with. We could manage to find their base.

Meggy: I made a promise to my friend. and I'm going to keep it.

Mario: Okay, you can come with, but be careful.

We stormed the base.

Mario: THIS IS THE SUPER AND AN ASORTED BAND OF HELP AND HEROS! GIVE YOURSELVES UP OR THERE WILL BE DIRE CONSIQUECES!

Meggy [Sitting on Mario's Shoulders: What he said!

Francis: Hark. Is that a band of loud mouthed dorks. Shall i give up....Get the Shonen protagonists and JRPG.

A fight broke out. It was like a world war. It was not pretty.

But we had managed to get to the main draining room.

Desti: MEGGY! you came back. Help me get out of this tank.

Mario: Is that your friend. Lets save her.

We freed the inklings and started breaking up the wei...i mean evil tech stuff.

Francis: [Grabs anime sword] IM NOT LETTING ANYONE MESS WITH MY DREAM. [STARTS SWININGING VIOLENTLY]

Mario: Go break the lock on your friend's cage. I'll take on this anime lover.

I ran to the tank that my friend was in.

[Robotic voice: Ink Still in subject. Do not open until all ink has left.]

As a split second decision. I decided to enter the device.

Desti: [weakly]: Meggy what are you doing.

Meggy: I'll give up some of my ink if it means we can make it out.

I turned on the device . Which would remove enough of my ink in order for both of us to escape.

The last thing i remember was a giant explosion. apperntly the

I don't know what happend next

But when i had awoken. Me and Mario were mostly alright. But Desti was...

She was dying.

Desti: Meggy. Im not going to make it.

Meggy: Don't say that. Well get you help.

Desti: Come close. i can see the light getting the way. And i don't know if its me. But you look diffrent. But what ever happens I want to do something for me.

Meggy: Anything. I'll do it.

Desti: I want you to win Splatfest. For both of us. I want you to win for the both of us.

Meggy: I will Desti.

Dest:

Meggy: Desti! Desti!!! DESTI!!!

~

...

Garth: I'm sorry that you lost some one important to you.

Meggy:...Thanks. Even if she is gone. she still lives on as a part of me.

And im still trying to win splatfest and live life.

Garth: That's good. but what happend next.

Meggy: Well. We held a funeral for Desti. We actually had dedicated the beach we sent her coffin away at.

Mario and Peach agreed to foster me until further notice. Eventually adopting me.

All the Inklings and Octolings were give the choice to go back home or see where they wanted to go.

That Axolotl guy got back his ink pen thing.

Garth: Thats good. But why did Desti say you looked diffrent.

...

Meggy: You can't be serious.

Garth: No. I am serious.

Meggy: You seriously don't know.

Garth: Know what.

...

Meggy removed her beenie.

@buddy-boi-420 drew this piece. They do great art.

Garth: Your Half Starchild!!!

Meggy: I feel like the story already established that. But yeah. I'm half Starchild.

Garth: But. I've seen you without your hat? and you had tentacle hair.

Meggys: No. You've seen artwork without my hat but with tentacle hair. I'm unsure why your friend draws me like that. The artist one I mean.

Garth: Oh.

I think she was talking about my friend @shootysturs / @poyo-shooty-art He draws great art.

Meggy: But you did see me without my hat at the Valentine Masquerade Ball.

Garth: ... That was you?

Meggy: Yeah. You act like you didn't know it was. I know it was you. Even if you were wearing a donkey mask.

Garth: [Blushes]

Meggy: You didn't know didn't you.

Garth:...

Meggy: [gets a notification on 1nk Phone] I got to go Dad broke the stairs.

Garth: What?

Meggy: Dad partied too hard. And he thought he could Jump backwards and through walls. I sent you a screenshot of the video.

Art also drawn by @buddy-boi-420

it's Mario before attempting to backwards long jump. Miyamoto is recording on his phone.

Garth: Dang.

Meggy: You do not want to see the aftermath. I'll tell you about it later though. See ya

...

I think I'm in love with my best friend.

[starjane312]

Kit Tanthalos x OC

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Chapter 12

After a while Boorman's Horse stops walking.

B: Come on. You are Embarrassing me.

I smile at him still sitting on Moon.

K: Keep going.

B: Oh yeah, I’m trying. I just think his enthusiasm has waned.

K: The cuirass.

I look at him.

B: Ah well after Thuul impaled his little Brother on a spike…

K: The Part about my father and Jane's Brother.

He looks at me with the ‘You haven’t told her ?!’ look.

B: Me and her brother were the young handsome heroic ones. He was our, uh, slightly shorter comedic foil. 

K: And where’d you go ? Why did you come back, and they didn’t ?

B: There is no such thing as Fate. Okay, you get lucky, or you get Dead. I got Lucky.

K: So, you actually saw them ?

B: No but I know what I know.

K: How ?

B: Cause if he were Alive. If he’d come back, things would be different. You know the Cuirass isn’t a weapon. It’s a shield.

K: Against what ?

We look up and see the Giant Cloud over a Hill and Exactly in that Direction are we Going.

I look at Boorman.

J: You’re my Brother, aren’t you ? I’ve been thinking about it since you told that story. I’ve heard it before the exact same way.

Boorman looks at me and plays along.

B: Yeah.

Kit looks between us.

B: I found you in a closet after your Village was burned down by Raiders.

I nod. 

J: And the rest of my Family ?

B: They’re dead.

I stare in front of me.

J: Ok. I still don’t  hate you.

He nods.

B: Thanks.

K: That is so weird.

B: You think that is weird ? You got Pregnant because of a witch. 

He looks at me.

B: You still haven’t told me how that Worked.

Kit walks up ahead. 

J: Well, we needed to give her a Blood sacrifice. First time we brought two chickens. We got some weird Tea. The Witch drew a circle of Blood on the floor, and we had to sit in it. She drew some weird rune things with the Blood on our Arms and Back.

B: You were naked ?

J: Yes, now shut it. Uh she slit our hands and we had to press them together. She started Chanting some stuff. Then Pushed our hands away from each other so that our hands are still connected by the Wrist and the Blood pooled around there. She chanted some more, and a Blob of Blood flew in the Air which spinned around a little and then flew to Kits Abdomen and disappeared in the Flesh.

B: You said the First time ?

J: Took three Times. Second one was a Goat. Third a Cow.

He nods. We arrive at a destroyed Village and Bind our horses to a Pole.

K: It’s a Graveyard.

B: Hey what can I say ? I’m as disappointed as you are.

K: What happened to the Slaughtered Lamb ?

B: Must have gone out of Business ?

J: You’re Lying, aren't you ?

B: How dare you ? At least one-third of everything I’ve said has been true.

I groan.

K: We’re such Idiots.

B: No, you’re not you’re just … You’re just very Young.

K: I’m going back. Don’t care what you are doing Jane.

J: Kit wait.

B: Yeah, Wait.

K: Maybe I can still catch up with Jade.

B: Okay, the Guy who owned this place was a close Friend of your father’s. Okay we trusted him and he’s the only Person we told the Secret of the Cuirass to because we knew he’d take that Secret to his Grave.

A thunderclaps and I flinch. We go to an Opening that leads down.

K: You think it’s Down There ?

B: There’s only one way to find out.

Boorman goes down after me. Kit comes down a few seconds later. We get Torches and wander through the Halls. To a Room with a Well.

B: Over here.

He throws a bucket down and sits on the Edge.

J: Yeah, we’re not going down there.

B: Of course not. I need you to stay here and pull me up. Look out for the Wererats.

K: What ?

B: See ya.

He jumps down.

K: What are Wererats ?

B: Exactly what they sound like.

I sit down on the Step and stare at the Wall. Kit walks around. I sigh.

K: What ?

I look at her.

J: I’m not Sorry for going easy on you. 

She scoffs.

J: You know, considering you were Pregnant and you, you know, didn't tell me.

K: I told you before that I’m sorry about that. Ok ?

J: Yes, you did. But that Doesn’t change it. You could’ve gotten Hurt.

K: And now ?

I stand up.

J: I KNOW ! We talked about Stopping. Stop letting you win. But we didn’t. We just went harder. We never thought any of this would Happen. Everything I ever did was Trying to Protect you. But apparently that has no worth.

K: I really hate you right now you know that ?

I grab my Torch and walk to the Exit. Tears in my Eyes.

K: Where are you going ?

J: Outside. I need a breather.

K: Jane …

I keep walking, a Tear running down my Face. When I arrive outside it’s Raining. Then I see Ballentine Merrick and Keene. And the others.

J: What in the fuck knuckles is Going on here ?

And the Fight begins. I quickly get out my Sword and Start fighting. We all fight everyone. The wagon explodes but we can’t concentrate on that. If Kit and Boorman hadn’t come out of a Brick wall and pushed Ballentine away Jade would’ve been Dead. I try to protect Kit as best as I can. I fall on the Floor. Keene Stabs my shoulder with his Dagger. I scream out in Agony. It all ends in bright light. Ballentine Keen and Marrick get pushed away. The magic fading into thin golden air. I hold my Shoulder, the blade still in it. I see Silas on the Ground Willow by his side.

K: Jane !

Kit and Boorman come to me. 

B: I’m gonna pull out the Dagger and you need to put immediate pressure on it.

She nods.

J: No don’t you dare Boorman. I will kill you.

B: I’m sorry Sis. I need to do that. Otherwise, it will get infected.

J: Please don’t.

Tears run down my Face. He pulls out the Dagger. I scream out. Kit pushes her hand on the wound.

J: Fuck you Boorman.

He Rips part of his Cape and Binds my Shoulder. I hear Jade Crying. I get up.

K: Jane.

B: You need to sit down.

I push their Hands away.

J: Let me. 

I slowly walk to Jade, Blood running down my Shoulder. She looks at me. I pull her in my Arms.

J: I’m so sorry.

She shakes her head and gets up. She cleans her Blade. Elora Binds my Shoulder. Boorman Buries Silas.

B: Horses are Gone. They ran off and I think they had the Right Idea. All except for Moon. The Pitiless pass is about to become the Pitiless Lake. I don’t think we can go the Way out we came in.

E: There’s another way.

K: Those steps ?

W: No, we can't go that Way.

K: Why not ?

He doesn’t answer. I go to moon.

B: Okay, well, now you can do Magic, you wanna fly us out of here ?

J: No ? Well then, I’m going up the Big scary steps.

I take Moons lead and start walking. Boorman walks with me and one after another the others follow us. It’s still pouring Rain.

[scentedsoulducknerd-blog]

Tangled | Edwin AU

Winry, a naive and young girl, is locked up by her overly protective mother. Her wish to escape into the world outside finally comes true when she meets the good-hearted thief, Edward.

Basically just Tangled with different characters.

All characters belong to their respective owners. I don't own any of them.

Chapter 1 Masterlist

Chapter 10

The door in front of Fullmetal and the three guards with him was shut. Why?

"What's this? Open up." The guard to in front of him ordered. The flap on the door opened. The old man with the handlebar moustache appeared.

"What's the password?" He asked.

"What?" The guard was confused. The guard behind Fullmetal was yanked into the air.

"Nope."

"Open this door." The guard demanded. The guard to Fullmetal's right was pulled away.

"Not even close." The old man teased.

"You have three seconds. One..." The guard to Fullmetal's left was lifted upwards. "Two..." The guard to Fullmetal's right was pulled away. "Three..." The guard turned around to see just Fullmetal, who just gave him a small wave and and awkward smile. The door behind him opened and the guard got hit over the head with a wrench.

"Wrenches. Who knew, right?" The small man joked. They all began running towards the outside where the one with glasses pushed Fullmetal onto a mounted beam of wood.

"Head down." He instructed.

"Head down." Fullmetal repeated.

"Arms in."

"Arms in."

"Knees apart"

"Knees apart. Knees apart? Why do I need to keep my..." the man was cut off when some of the thugs jumped on the board, catapulting him into the air.

"AHHHHHHHH!" He screamed, but maintained the position. He ended up landing on Mustangs back.

"You brought them here?" Fullmetal asked. Mustang neighed to say yes. "Thank you." Mustang glared at him. "No really, thank you. Uh, I feel maybe this whole time we've just been misunderstanding one another." Mustang gave him the 'really?' face. "And we really just, yeah you're right. We should go." The horse started running towards the edge. "Mustang! WHOAAAAA!" He yelled as Mustang jumped across the rooftop into the city square.

"Okay Mustang, lets see how fast you can run." He and Mustang ride through the city square, the forest and then they arrive at the hidden gorge. Fullmetal hops off of Mustang and walks towards the tower.

"Winry? Winry, let down your hair." He yelled. No response. That's not good. He starts his climb up the wall when her golden hair falls from above. Fullmetal grabs it and begins his climb up the mossy walls. He jumps through the tower window.

"Winry, I thought I'd never see you again." He breathed out in happines, but gasped as he saw her in the floor, tied up and gagged. He lets out a pained gasp, and falls to to the floor in pain. Why was his stomach hurting so much? And why was there blood?

Winry yells Fullmetal's name name through her gag, on the verge of tears. He can't die!

"Now look what you've done, Winry. Oh don't worry dear. Our secret will die with him. And as for us? We are going where no one will ever find you, again." She pulls the rope she tied Winry up with, while the girl was kicking and screaming to get away. "WINRY, REALLY! ENOUGH ALREADY! STOP. FIGHTING ME!" Winry's gag fell down.

"NO! I won't stop. For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you. But, if you let me save him... I will go with you." She pleaded.

"No. No, Winry..." Fullmetal moaned out, unable to do much more because of the pain.

"I'll never run, I'll never try to escape. Just let me heal him. And you and I will be together. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it was. I promise. Just like you want. Just let me heal him." She was crying buckets now. Lust gave in. She she handcuffed Fullmetal to the wall.

"In case you get any ideas about following us." She snarled at the man.

"Edward! Oh, I'm so sorry. Everything is going to okay, though." She reassured, with a sad smile.

"No, Winry!" Fullmetal tried to stop her. He didn't want her to be in captivity for the rest of her life.

"I promise, you have to trust me."

"No...I can't let you do this."

"But I can't let you die."

"But if you do this..."

"Shhh." She pressed a finger to his lips to shut him up.

"Then you...will die." He continued anyway.

"Hey. It's gonna be all right."

"Winry, wait..." Fullmetal stops her again. Even if she did save him, he'd die anyway by being hung. It was better if he bled out. At least when he died here the last he'd see is the woman he loved.

"Edward, what..." Winry whispers. Sacrificing his last ounce of strength, he grabs Winry's hair and slices it with a broken mirror shard. Her hair instantly turned a light brown and Lusts eyes widened because she began ageing rapidly as the girls hair lost its power. Fullmetal smiled weakly. He had set her free.

"NOOO! No...NO! What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Lust screamed in anguish. She turned to look at the broken mirror, only to see her aged reflection. "No, no, no, NOOO!"

As Lust stumbles backwards towards the open window, dying, Al drags Winry's hair. The woman foot got caught in the hair and she fell out of the window, her body decaying into tiny bits of dusts. Winry runs to the window to see the woman's cloak fall to the ground and then rushes back to Fullmetal.

"No, no, no, no, Edward...." she begs. The man's head turns to the side but she grabs it and pulls him to look at her.

"Oh, look at me, look at me, I'm right here. Don't go, stay with me, Edward...."

Flower gleam and glow...

Let your powers shine...

Make the clock reverse...

Bring back what once was mine..." she sobs. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't save him. He would die and it'll be her fault. She would be stuck in this tower with no way out and the lifeless body of the man she loves.

"Winry..." Fullmetal muttered weakly.

"what...?" She asks, crying.

"...you were my new dream..." Winry sniffs.

"...and you were mine." Fullmetal succumbs to his fate and Winry's heart breaks into a million pieces, never to be rebuilt. Al looked on in sadness.

"Heal what has been hurt...

Change the fates' design...

Save what has been lost...

Bring back what once was mine..." she tries again, only for nothing to happen. The pain is to much so she sobs out the last lyric.

"...what once was mine..." her tears drop onto Fullmetal's face, onto his cheeks. Winry's eyes were shut tight as she mourned the loss. So, she didn't see the sun-shaped glow on Fullmetal's cheek where the tears fell.  Gold and white light emerges from the the wound and stretches across the tower. The man's wound heals and the light enters back into his wound. His eye open.

"Winry?" He asked weakly.

"Edward." She gasped.

"Did I ever tell you, I've got a thing for brunettes?" He chuckled.

"Edward!" She beamed. She grabbed him and turned them over, connecting their lips. It was pure bliss. Something the both of them had been waiting for awhile.

In a room in the castle stood two people. A man and a woman. The King and Queen. Comforting each other. A guard rushes in through the door to tell them something and then they all rush towards the balcony. Standing there on the balcony, was Winry. Tears came to their eyes as they saw her. Her mother ran up to the young woman and grabbed her, pulling her towards her in a tight hug, her father joining in. Fullmetal stood to the side, chuckling, with a wide grin on his face. Winry's father grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the hug. Fullmetal turned red.

"Well, you could imagine what happened next. The kingdom rejoiced. The lost Princess had returned. The party lasted an entire week. And, honestly I don't remember much of it. Dreams came true all over the place. Thanks to Mustang, crime in the kingdom disappeared almost over night. As did most of the apples. Al, never changed. At last Winry was home, and she finally had a real family. She was a Princess worth waiting for. But above all, she led her kingdom with all the grace and wisdom that her parents did before her. And as for me, well. I started going by Edward again. Stopped thieving, basically turned it all around. But I know what the big question is; did Winry and I ever get married? Well I'm pleased to tell you. After years, and years of asking, and asking, and asking. I finally said yes." He grinned.

"Edward" Winry moaned.

"All right, I asked her."

"And we're living happily ever after." They both were smiling from ear to ear, hand in hand.

[purpleprey]

Chapter 5: Dead Gun

I woke up to my three companions crowded around me, staring at me with wildly tired eyes.

“What are you doing?” I asked in my smooth, deep, sexy voice (due to popular demand). “Have you been standing there all night?”

“Yeah.” Venus said, deprived of his usual sexiness, just as he was deprived of his sleep.

“What was with your freak out last night?” Elysium queried, sounding both concerned and irritated. But I didn’t really know what she was talking about :/. I quirked my eyebrow in confusion and asked her huskily what she meant.

She blushed momentarily before continuing “You just started screaming to yourself, is your head ok?? I slapped you pretty hard…” she fidgeted nervously with her hands.

“Oh, my head is fine. And I wasn’t screaming to myself. I was screaming at God.” Elysium's face went blank, and so did everyone else's, including Venus though his face was usually blank.

“Y-You were speaking to … God?” Cosmic asked timidly and I glared at him.

“I know right?” I huffed, “He was all like ohhhhh thee cannot brew tea in a cold pot and the taste of cheese ripens with age and Obsidian go through the door, for the love of me and all that is holy, go through that fucking door and something about mushrooms but I’ve heard it all before,” I paraphrased mockingly. “In another life.” Elysium, Cosmic and Venus nodded in understanding.

“I’ll go get him some medicine.” Venus sighed, standing up in a fashion that suggested he assumed I was suffering from a crazed fever dream. I didn’t like being patronised so I jumped to my feet and ran to the medicine before he got the chance to administer it to me. I shoved the medicinal leaves in my gaping maw pompously (and sexily) before Venus could even say “That’s poison ivy.”

My mouth exploded in pain but I handled it. I guess I’m just built different. I clenched my chiseled jaw, looking ver hot, if I do say so myself. I began to froth lightly at the mouth, so I lifted the hem of my shirt to wipe my mouth with it, accidentally flashing my rock hard abs. I glanced sharply at the others and took note of Elly, whose face was flushed a bright red. She must be a bit jealous of my body, ripped with muscles. I gave her a wink of apology and deep platonic understanding and she fell backwards dramatically. It was just a little joke the two of us had together, I think, so I knew she was okay. Cosmic glanced down at her in concern and glanced back up at me. I winked at Cosmic to communicate what was happening but he just stared back blankly. I heard Cosmic’s thoughts race as he had an identity crisis, but I inferred it was unrelated.

With everyone’s attention on me, I decided to sing for my audience.

It went like this:

[insert song here]

I took a deep bow at the conclusion of my song as Elysium and Cosmic showered me in applause and praise. Venus tried to keep up his distracted appearance but I could tell he was impressed by my sensual ballad. The tiredness was gone from their eyes and morale was restored since I had healed them with music and love. I turned sharply and began to march to the red door I saw last night. I walked with such a sense of authority that the others couldn’t help but follow me. By the way, Venus was now holding a wooden bucket of water I presumed Cosmic had conjured with plant-based magic during the night to keep him as moist as mermanly possible.

It took us a while to reach the door and once we did, Cosmic let out a loud gasp.

“Wh-what is it!?” I asked, full of worry that something was terribly wrong, since Cosmic knows an uncomfortable amount about these sorts of places.

“Red is my favourite colour.” he answered. We all nodded in understanding. I reached out to touch the doorknob, which was burning hot, which was strange so I turned to look to the others for guidance while my hand sizzled loudly. They shrugged in unison so I simply turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

I climbed up and out of the door, which on the other side was lying horizontally on the floor of what seemed like some old dusty library. One by one, my companions crawled out of the door as I stood up to explore. It seemed like a pretty big area with lots of ugly old bookshelves and two huge wooden desks that were also icky and dusty. Ugh, I hate libraries, always so icky. I wandered over to a surprisingly clean looking book that was on the floor between the two desks. I picked up the strange, seemingly recently used book, and I was about to examine the front cover, when I remembered Mama Leviathan told me NEVER to judge a book by its cover. I flipped through the book. It was a cookbook. But what was on the menu? I began to feel really uneasy and I looked around noting that there were no kitchen appliances or anything like that, so who could've been reading this book!?

Suddenly, I heard a loud crash come from the next room over, like someone had just knocked over a pan.

I turned to my Gang slowly, fear in my eyes.

“Guys…” I said quietly, as not to cause alarm. “This ain't no library.” I had deduced, this was in fact………. A library themed restaurant. Everyone else immediately came to the same conclusion, I could taste it on their breath. I looked back down to the cookbook and was able to confirm another suspicion of mine: these recipes were for cooking humans!

“Don’t be scared,” Elly said quietly, seeing I was scared. She took out her.. Her gun?!

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT??” I cried. Elly winked at me conspiratorially but I simply cried harder. I was lucky, since all the cooking noises drowned out my weeping for whatever cannibal was lurking. After a few hours, Venus got fed up with my tears and slapped me. I went flying in a very sexy way. The glistening water droplets from Venus’s hand framed me cinematically as I glided through the air like a brick. It took me several hours to recover but once I did, I began to lead my posse towards the door (not the red one, the one that led to the kitchen, the kitchen door).

“Elly, you go first.” I whispered harshly, pushing Elysium (with the gun) in front of me, where I nervously held onto the fabric of the back of her shirt. We ran into the kitchen at full speed, hoping that whoever was cooking would be intimidated by us. They were not. In fact. There was no one there… but something felt suspicious since a pot on the stove was still at full boil….

“Hey,” Venus said, interrupting the tension of the moment “I need more water.” He showed me his near empty bucket and I sighed. I spotted a sink in the far corner of the room and shoved Venus towards it. He stumbled a bit, since I pushed him, but he shuffled dejectedly over to the sink as I turned to Elly to do some recon. We walked over to the pot on the stove, the one that was still at full boil. Elly reached forward and took the lid of the pot. I screamed at what we saw.

Inside the pot was a human head, bobbing in the boiling water, criminally unseasoned. I had never seen such an insult. I like to consider myself a connoisseur of cooking, a regular foodie, if you will. Though a human head wouldn't be my first, or last choice of meal, I don't want to disrespect the culture of whoever’s making this human stock, but the lack of flavour is TOO much. I began to tear up once more as I moved towards the pantry to fix this.

As I took a jar of dried bay leaves off the shelf, I was interrupted by the sound of water pipes squeaking and I turned in horror to where Venus Crypt was standing (still naked, by the way) at the sink. Venus stood, frozen and gorgeous, as a figure rose from the sink. A small figure with pink dyed hair and glasses and a fishnet shirt and short black overalls. Venus stepped backwards to give the stranger room to scramble out of the sink. She landed gracefully on all fours and looked up at us in confusion. Before I could introduce myself as Obsidian Leviathan, Elysium Forging drew her gun and shot the sink stranger. The stranger fell back onto the floor, dead. I thought it was a bit harsh of Elly, but we are dealing with a cannibal.

Presently, the stranger rose from the floor, alive. She hissed at Elly and drew out a gun of her own.

“My name is Cougar Husbandry.” Announced the girl who seemed like she turned 18 on the 23rd of July, 2020. I could tell by the look in her green cat-like sight balls that she held a lot of ancient wisdom within. “And you have evoked my wrath.” This was insane!!

“What a stupid fucking name.” I said, provoking an enraged hiss in response from Cougar Husbandry. “Anyways, my name is Obsidian Leviathan. These are my pals: Elysium Forging, Cosmic Tomorrow and Venus Crypt.”

“I DO NOT CARE!” she yowled, shooting her own gun into the air, making chunks of the plaster ceiling rain down onto us. I didn’t like that.

I ran at Cougar and tackled her to the ground before she had a chance to shoot. I killed her. I stood up shakily, blood on my hands… I... I can't believe it… I didn't mean to.. I- Cougar Husbandry stood up and pounced on me, scratching at me with her painted nails. I ran away from her and hid behind my gang.

“WHY WON'T SHE DIE?” I sobbed and Cosmic gave me a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“She has nine lives, dumbass.” Venus said. I wailed. Venus, being a merman must know about these kinds of things, whatever “these kinds of things” are. Elysium shot at Cougar again, but this time, she dodged the bullet. Cougar then aimed her gun directly at Venus’ face and pulled the trigger.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment and I knew what I had to do. I jumped in front of the bullet sexily. The bullet lodged in the DENSE muscle of my shoulder as I moved through the air in slow motion and I fell to the ground gorgeously at Venus’s feet while simultaneously, Elysium pulled the trigger in retaliation, sending a bullet directly into Cougar Husbandry’s gun, killing it.

Cougar cried out in anguish, dropping her dead gun to the floor. She glared at us with dilated cat eyes, making a motion that told me this wasn’t over. She left, scittering away on all fours. She slipped back into the pipes.

I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes while I lay on the cool, tiled floor, waiting for death to take me. But God spoke once more.

“Thou art a fooleth. Thee has't only hath killed yond wench twice. The lady shall beest thy undoing, knave.” His voice boomed for only me to hear. “Receiveth up! Thou art not dead, tis only thy shouldst'r!”

I groaned and sat up, as per God’s request, only to find everyone crowded around me and Venus holding my limp, alive body tearily. We stared each other in the eyes for twenty-seven minutes before I gracefully scrambled to my feet, exuding sexual appeal.

“Obsidian, you.. you saved my life!” Venus informed me as he inched forward and he… HE brushed MY hair behind MY ear :O. We began to stare into each other’s eyes once again before we were rudely interrupted by Cosmic’s incredibly un-sexy voice.

“Obsidian, you are still bleeding out!” He said with genuine concern, pointing to where the bullet violated me by jabbing his thumb into the raw, bleeding entry wound “We have to fix you up!” I clenched my jaw from the pain but I managed to handle it. I guess I'm just built different. I readied myself to be carried, bridal style, into the library room like I’d seen in movies, but the most action I got was Venus holding the door open while we shuffled out of the kitchen. I went and collapsed on one of the desks and Elly brought out a first aid kit to tend to my wound. She held up a bandage but I halted her with my hand. I could handle this myself. I flexed my bicep, expelling the bullet that was lodged in the muscle. I glanced at Cosmic and Venus, the latter of which was still staring at me. When my eyes met his deep, sensual, upturned brown ones, I looked away nervously and my heart flatlined shyly >/////<.

I woke back up to a shout of “CLEAR!” I recognised the voice to belong to my lifelong best friend, Elysium Forging. As I jolted upright, I grabbed Elly by the collar of her shirt and yanked her down so my mouth was at her ear so we could have some gossip time :).

“Elysium!” I whispered so quietly and at a pitch so high only Elly could hear me (this was something we had practiced) “I.. I just realised something and I.. I don't know how to act! No one’s ever liked… little old ME before.” Before she could say anything I shoved her back up and acted casual. This was very difficult for me, as I realised my shirt was open because of the defibrillating I had just endured >////<. I glanced at Venus who was sitting just past where Elysium had collapsed on the floor (The pretending-to-faint-because-of-me joke was getting KIND of old but, it's part of her charm :) ). While everyone was still emotionally recovering from their ordeal with Cougar Husbandry, I began to formulate a plan. I found that even sitting on this desk I was quite uncomfortable, so I reached under my buttocks and found that I had stashed the jar of bay leaves in my back pocket.

“Hey, you guys >////<.” I said. “Can I interest you in a game of Spin the “Bottle”?”

[oh-its-souichi]

Never Think

Dabi X Reader

It had been a really rough day.

Dabi had gotten a bit more roughed up than he was used to.

It was all timing. The hero was faster.

He got out of there by the skin of his teeth, his staples busted and bleeding when he came to the apartment you two of you shared. Calling it an apartment was giving it a bit too much credit. It was a garage near where the league was stationed now. The two of you weren't really a thing. He hardly ever saw you and you rarely saw him.

Some nights he would come home drunk though and have to hold himself back from wrapping his arms around you, whispering words of affection. It was a small feeling, annoying urges that tickled him whenever you came by.

Today was different though

He lifted up the garage door and you were laying on the air mattress having a nap after your own mission.

"Y/N" He wheezed.

You woke up quickly flipping around. Your eyes widened

Dabi was holding his jaw, blood dripping.

"Fuck" you got up quickly and grabbed a towel from the makeshift counter the two of you made out of old metal tables.

You walked over to him propping yourself under his arm helping him walk to the fold-up table, and sitting him down on a blue lawn chair next to it. "Which one first, burns or cuts?" You said. He leaned into you, his chest tightening. It was hard to breathe. "Cuts" he hissed

You nodded walking back over the counter and grabbing the stapler.

He was in so much pain, that he felt pathetic. Normally when he got hurt he hid it. His voice didn't change, his posture aloof but this time he shook, he cussed, he cried out to you. He was much more tired now though, it had been a wild couple of months

You knelt down in front of him and he moved his hand.

Both sides of his face were falling apart.

There were big open holes in cheeks where the staples once held them together.

"What happened?" You asked dabbing the blood from his cheek before you got to work.

"It doesn't fucking matter" he snapped "just get it done. I need a drink."

You nodded cramming the stapler into his mouth. Pinching the burnt skin with the head of the stapler, before bringing it together.

He flinched grabbing onto the chair handles as soon as he felt the metal go through his skin.

The first three he handled fairly well, everything after that was just to much

The fourth one went through and he snapped.

"FUCK!" He yelled, his voice muffled by the stapler in his mouth. He felt his eyes start to sting. 'what are you going to fucking cry' he taunted himself. You paid no mind to him thankfully just went on about your job of fixing him up again. Your face was beautifully blank.

He wasn't sure how many staples you had shot into him before he passed out.

It was a good release to be unconscious

When he woke up all his wounds were tended to and there was a full bottle of whiskey on the table next to him. He scanned the room for you. You were halfway out the garage door with a backpack on.

"Don't" he grunted and you flipped around. "What's wrong?" You said urgently but he shook his head cracking the lid off the whiskey bottle.

"Nothing. Just stay with me a while. I feel like hell" his voice was fading and he took a giant swig. Grimacing one the alcohol hit the inside of his cheeks. "Fuck!" He screamed throwing the bottle across the room, the glass shattered into thousands of pieces, whiskey splattering everything. You jumped and went to duck out of the garage but he put both of his hands out, urgency in his widened eyes. "No, no I'm sorry, fuck. It just stings."

You nodded closing the garage door, and setting your backpack down.

You walked over to the shattered glass and started to collect the broken pieces. "You want another bottle?" You asked focusing your eyes on the ground.

"We have more?" He said and you nodded

"Yeah"

You dropped what glass you had into a hardware bucket you used as a garbage can and swiped another bottle from inside of the freezer.

Setting it next to him and he nodded watching you walk back to the pile of glass.

Back to the mess he made.

He cracked the lid again and took another swig. This time he just made a face, controlling the urge to break everything around him.

The room was silent as he watched you.

He sighed "let me do it"

"No it's okay"

"You'll cu-"

Before the words could leave his mouth you flinched pulling your hand back. "Shit" you cussed.

"Here," he said shoving himself into the spot you were. "Let me do it, my hands are already scarred," he said.

He felt your eyes linger on him, a sad look on your face.

"T-Thank you," you said

He silently picked up the glass and you watched him, the sound clinking of the glass drop into his hand filling the room.

You cleared your throat after a couple minutes of that "What happened" you asked again and he sighed getting up, cradling the glass in his hand "The hero was fucking fast. He almost had my ass but I got em, best I could anyway." His voice was grave as he spoke.

He dropped the glass into the garbage can and grabbed the towel you used to dry his blood and mopped the whiskey off the cement floor.

"Does it hurt?"

He laughed lightly, smiling. "Yeah it really fucking does"

The liquor was dried and he stood up going back to the chair taking a long painful drink of whiskey.

He hissed when he was done wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You sat in the same place staring wide-eyed at him. He smiled again. "You must think I'm horrifying huh?" Shaking his head and looked off to the right.

He expected you to make a joke like usual your mood was too solum today so maybe it was wishful thinking.

"I think you're beautiful" you blurted out.

You turned his head quickly to you a confused look on his face "what?" He said pausing momentarily.

You started to stutter, fumbling to somehow justify what you said but he clicked his tongue interrupting you. his heart pounding in his chest. No one had ever called him beautiful before.

He turned his head back to the right taking another drink. "You'll learn to hate it," he said almost too softly.

"What?" You said almost too vulnerably. He shook his head dropping his hands into his lap. "Nothing. You're a weird girl ya know"

"I won't"

"Won't what?"

"I won't learn that," you said sliding on hand up your arm and looking back to the place where all the glass was on the floor.

He was shocked by your words, your vulnerability. You were so soft and weak to him, he wanted to hold you, protect you, but also something so much bigger than him. Something that made him want to curl up beneath you like he was small. It was your vulnerability and honesty that made you strong. Strong in a way he never knew anyone else to be.

"Don't be that way" he said "don't do this now" a warm panic-filled up his chest and he did his best to keep cool. He wanted your blooming affection and every sweet word you said was like music to his ears, a dream but hearing them was also like a nightmare. A nightmare of rejection and loss, a momentary crush leading to abandonment, another heartbreak he didn't necessarily want to spend his days healing from.

You stood up leaving him feeling like he was cast in your lovely shadow.

"I care about you Dabi"

He shook his head looking away from you.

"You're something to me"

"Y/N stop"

You inched closer to him and the noose tied tightly around his neck, his breathing became tight and part of his was pleading for the words he knew you would say longing for it but also wanting to burn you to a pile of bones before you could say it.

"I love you Dabi," you said eyes welling up with tears. The brave face you had on before crumbling before him.

"Fuck" he cussed feeling his heart skip, he felt like a child. He wanted to walk up to you, take you, hug you, and do everything to make you feel like he did right now. He wanted to sob "I love you, I love you too" he wanted to shake you violently scream it in your face, and scare you away.

"Don't" he wanted it to come out as a warning but it didn't. It came out as a pitiful whimper.

He didn't even want to look at you so he stared at his fucked up hands.

Mentally he berated himself, why would he be worthy to touch you with hands like his. Such vile, dirty.. unworthy hands. He didn't want to put a damper on your light.

He wouldn't taint your holy radiance.

At this point, he could feel you standing over him, your legs inches from his. He heard you sniffle, he knew you were crying. Something about that pissed him off so he signed and ran his hand quickly through his hair thinking of the most painful thing he could say to you. "Look you were just a-"

"It was stupid I'm sorry I just thought- maybe" you inhaled sharply wiping tears off of your face. "I just wanted you to kn-" he bolted upright cradling your face and bringing it sharply to his, his lips connecting to yours.

It was a burst of fresh air kissing you, everything he thought it would be.

Your face was streaked with tears but the longer he held onto you, then they dried. He liked that.

You quietly put your hands over his and he pulled away. Looking away. "Just don't okay?" He said his voice husky and you nodded.

That day started everything.

His love was unspoken between the two of you but so painfully there it embarrassed him some days.

It had been a few months since then, it was the final battle.

He was about to go against his father and his family. You were standing off the side finishing fighting someone- your tired eyes staring at him "Don't" he heard you say. You knew- he knew that there was a good chance he wasn't making it out alive. Even if you all survived there was no way the two of you would walk out together. There were no holding hands, walking towards the sunset. As a collective group, they had killed heros, and destroyed cities. It was prison time spending the many hours of the life sentence he would undoubtedly serve thinking of you and the time you had together, wishing and yearning. It sounded selfish but he would rather die at his father's feet than have that happen. He would rather you lose him than he lose you.

He gently smiled back at you placing his hand on his chest.

You looked away not returning the gentle gesture as usual. Instead, your face formed into a shaky pout, tears coming out of your eyes.

You did a lot of crying with him, even though he could usually stop them he could never seem to prevent them.

He turned away from you feeling light as a feather, feeling ecstatic. This was the moment he had always been waiting for.

[okaywa]

*Kiss Me Sweetly

Tendou x f!reader 

Angst with a happy ending, excessive fluff, friends to lovers, smut, dry humping 

4.4k words

The demon of Shiratorizawa had crimson hair and eyes to match. He was tall, composed of long limbs and sharp angles. His eyes were perpetually half-lidded and droopy with dark bags. He had a crooked smile made up of pointed teeth and a silver tongue that frequently got him in trouble with the school staff and students alike. 

He wasn’t actually a demon, a nickname branded to him by cruel children in elementary school. He wasn’t a monster either, despite popular belief. Although he had learned to embraced his title as the Guess Monster, even learned to love the respect that came with it from his opponents. In the end, however, Tendou Satori was just tired. Tired of the people at this school, tired of the nicknames that stalked him though the halls, and tired of you.

You, who never stooped to your peers level with half-brained insults and nicknames. You, who had smiled and said hello every time you saw him since elementary. You, who encouraged him to pursue volleyball, the only thing he felt powerful doing. You, who sat through his seemingly endless chatter with an interested smile. You, you, you and your kind smiles, soft words, and gentle curves. 

It wasn’t until high school that you started sitting with him at lunch. Eventually lunch transitioned into getting coffee every Monday after school. Then the coffee hangouts progressed to going to your house and reading the latest manga he was interested in every Friday. 

Each moment with you was a breath held in anticipation for the other shoe to finally drop. When were you just going to get it all over with and stop acting like you cared about him? Enough of the pity, please. No more shared lunches. Stop giving him your notes when he fell asleep in class. He was exhausted for you. 

Sometimes he let himself believe you. That you actually cared for him and enjoyed being around him. He convinced himself that your laughter was genuine when he teased you and made sardonic jokes about the world. He could go months relishing in your friendship before remembering it wasn’t real. 

Being around him certainly didn’t benefit you. He had heard plenty of the rumors and he know you did as well. 

I heard that he’s so controlling she’s too scared to actually leave him. 

We aren’t even together, he thought viciously.

Well, I heard that she only puts up with him because she feels bad. Seriously, who actually wants to hang around that freak . 

He wanted to scream that he knew. He knew you pitied him. He wanted you to leave but you never got the goddamn hint. You stuck by his side all through high school and now it was the last day and you were still here. Sitting next to him, sharing his earbuds. You could’ve walked home ages ago, but you were adamant about waiting at the train station until he got picked up.

“You can stop now,” he said, setting you free. 

“Hm?” You looked up from your phone. “Oh, do you want to play your music?”

“No, you can leave,” he snapped. “No one is looking at you anymore; no one cares. You don’t have to be here with me.”

“Tendu-chan, I don’t understand,” your pretty lips were turned down in a frown. 

“I don’t need you,” he lied. “You don’t have to be here to make me feel better. It’s over, we move on now and we forget about it.” 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was soft, confused. 

“I don’t need your pity,” he said, finally getting the words off his chest after all these years. “I know you only stuck around because you felt bad for me. But I don’t need it anymore, high school is over. I don’t need you to hang out with me because you feel bad.”

His eyes were closed, and he relished in the peace of finally, finally spitting it out. 

“Is that what you think?” 

His eyes snapped open. You were angry? You should be happy. Happy you finally have an excuse to get away. A clear exit.

“Fuck you, Tendou,” you stood up, throwing his headphones at his chest. “That’s what you really think of me? That I just pity you? You think I’m so shallow that I hung around you to make myself feel better? Is that what you think?”

You stopped, sucking in a steadying breath while he stared up at you in shock. Yes, that’s exactly what he had thought. 

“I-” 

“No,” you cut him off swiftly. “You’ve said enough. I’m leaving. You can talk to me when you get your head out of your ass.” 

Tendou watched you walk away until you disappeared around a corner. He had been wrong? But he almost always guessed right… right?

Had he really been so consumed by his self-loathing that he had misread the intentions of the one person who cared the most for him? 

“Oh,” he let his head fall back against the bench and stared at the bright sky until his eyes watered. 

Not many had witnessed it, but the demon of Shiratorizawa was indeed just a person. A person with emotions, as disguised as they may be. He hid behind this personality he’d crafted. The carefree, loud, perpetually cheerful demeanor that protected him from his peers and their wicked words. It had never protected him from you though. You saw through it as if it were glass, just a window to his misery. 

“Oh,” he said again, standing up slowly. “I see now.” 

He boarded the train and rested his forehead against the window, watching dark storm clouds creep over the city with the silence of a cat stalking its prey. 

How fitting, for it to rain, he thought as the first drops splattered against the window. 

—-

After three sharp knocks on your door, Tendou stepped back and held his peace offering close to his chest. He knew you were home because your rust bucket of a Toyota was parked in the driveway. His fingers tapped the plastic bag impatiently and it was nearly impossible to ignore the way his heart jumped when the door cracked open slowly.

“Ah, I see you’ve managed to pull your head free. Was it difficult?” You asked flatly, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed.

“Immensely, took Wakatoshi three bottles of lube,” he said earnestly. 

You cracked a small smile, eyes flitting to the plastic bag in his arms. You raised an eyebrow as a silent question. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. “It’s awfully cold out here, you don’t want me to catch a cold now, eh Y/n-chan?”

“Maybe I do,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. 

“How cruel of you!” Tendou gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in feigned offense. 

He stepped into your entrance way and you were quickly reminded just how tall he was. His lankiness only made him look taller as he loomed over you, eyebrows drawn together in determination. You stared back, suddenly nervous in the presence of your friend.

“I’m sorry for misjudging you,” he said, intense red eyes still locked on yours. “It was wrong and unfair of me to make such harsh assumptions.” 

You weren’t used to him being this serious. He was always intense but the two combined were overwhelming. 

“Let’s sit down and eat whatever you’ve brought,” you said, stepping around him to walk to the kitchen. “Then we can talk, yeah?”

He followed so close he accidentally kicked your heels a few times and you could still feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your neck. He set the bag on the table and unpacked the to-go containers. 

“It’s from that place you really like,” he said. “By the school.”

“Oh, thank you, Tendou.” You accepted the chopsticks he held out. 

Tendou gasped dramatically. “Such formalities, Y/n-chan!”

“Tendu-chan, then,” you corrected yourself.

“Much better,” he said praisingly.

He sat down across from you, eating only a few pieces of chicken before setting his utensils aside. He didn’t say anything, even as you ate your fill. It was clear he was antsy, fingers tapping a staccato beat against the table. 

When you finally slid your plate to the side he scooted forward, resting his face in his palms expectantly. 

“I forgive you,” you said simply. 

Tendou’s signature manic grin took over his entire face and his long fingers tapped a rapid beat on the table in his excitement. Oh, how he had missed you during the two weeks he spent giving you space. He had never realized how much he enjoyed your presence until it abruptly disappeared. Tendou’d also had a few other revelations during the separation.

He said your name softly, so at odds with his typically loud demeanor. He was his most authentic self in your presence, he had come to realize. You looked up from packing up the remaining food and tilted your head. 

“We are still friends, right?” He asked with a tinge of nervousness. 

“Were we ever?” You countered, not angrily. 

“Yes,” Tendou answered quickly, reaching out to grab your hand. “Of course, it was my mistake to ever think otherwise.”

You looked down at his hand on yours and ran a finger over the wrappings he kept on his two fingers. He watched you keenly, fingers twitching at your delicate touch. 

“My, my,” he said with a sly grin. “What is little Y/n thinking about?”

You shot him a bland look, dropping his hand pointedly. “You’re disgusting.”

Just like that any tension between the two of you vanished with his boisterous laugh. He wiggled his wrapped fingers in your face enticingly until you smacked them away.

“I brought the latest chapter Shonen Jump,” he said animatedly, reaching into his bag. “I thought we could read it together.” 

It was a Friday, after all.

“Sure, let me put this food up,” you said. 

Tendou grinned eagerly, bouncing to his feet while you brought the food to the fridge; already talking a mile a minute about a different manga he had just finished. You couldn’t stop the smile that worked its way onto your face, you loved his aimless rambling. Where you more reserved, Tendou was outgoing and could fill any gaps in the conversation you left behind. It worked well for the two of you. 

While watching Tendou chatter away you wondered if you had been too harsh at the train station. Clearly there was an underlying insecurity that convinced him you didn’t care about him. Was it his history of bullying? Before you had really gotten to know Tendou, it was hard to imagine him as anything but carefree and untouchable. You knew he would tell you eventually. Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow. Over the past few years you had found the best way to get Tendou to open up was to say nothing at all, his rambling always ended up on touchy topics anyways.

Tendou held out an earbud for you once you sat down on the couch beside him. You placed it in your ear and smiled when you recognized the playlist the two of you had put together. The only time Tendou could stay quiet longer than five minutes was when he was reading. You settled into the familiar routine, sitting close to him while he angled the pages towards you so you could both read. Tendou was such a fast reader you were forced to learn to speed read as well in order to keep up with him. Now, you were perfectly synchronized.

 Today, however, he couldn’t stop glancing over at you. Ugh, he suddenly so acutely aware of everything you did. Every time you shifted to see a panel or readjusted the earbud he felt his heart pickup and he was too aware of every movement he made. His limbs felt too long and awkward, his face felt too warm, and oh my god did he brush his teeth this morning? 

Tendou swallowed nervously, for once relieved for the chapter to finally end so he could put some space between your bodies. He stood up abruptly, wincing when the earbud was ripped out of his ear. 

“Ow,” you held your ear. “Is something wrong, Tendu-chan?”

“Of course not, dearest Y/N,” he put on his widest grin, bowing down and extending his hand. Fuck, your nickname for him was not helping his nerves. “I was just wondering if you would like to accompany me to the bathroom.”

“Ew, what is wrong with you?” You smacked his hand away. 

“Well, you did ask,” he chirped cheerfully before prancing down the hall. 

You sighed, replacing the earbud while settling into a more comfortable position. After several minutes you realized Tendou had yet to return. Frowning, you stood up and went to the bathroom to find the door still closed. 

“Tendu-chan?” You knocked softly. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, Y/N,” Tendou popped his head out from your bedroom. “I was looking at your photo wall.”

You raised your eyebrows, following him inside. “Yeah? I have quite a few.”

It had been a hobby of yours to have at least three pictures of each of yours friends on your wall since elementary school. Since you started hanging out with Tendou at the beginning of high school, his section had amassed a great deal of photos. 

“I forget you’ve never been in here,” you smiled, watching Tendou closely.

You had never seen such an open expression on his face before. His eyes flicked over the photos of him taped to your wall quickly, as if he couldn’t decide which to focus on. 

“I didn’t realize,” he said softly.

“Hm?”

He tilted his head back, sliding his eyes to look at you. “I didn’t realize I still had a safe place, a paradise.” 

“You’ll always be welcome here, Satori,” you reached out and squeezed his bicep. “I promise.” 

“I feel so blind, Y/N,” he closed his eyes, head still tipped back as he took in a slow, study breath. “I thought I had lost everything when volleyball ended. My friends, my passion…” 

Crimson eyes locked on your own, the intensity of them so startling you sucked in a sharp breath. 

“But I still have you,” Tendou said, slowly turning his body to face yours. “Right?”

“Of course,” you answered.

“Good,” he nodded. “Good.” 

His head turned back towards your wall of photos, fingers reaching out to snag at the bottom of one. You looked closer and saw it was a picture of the two of you at one of his games. You had jumped onto his back to hug him and your friend had barely managed to get the shot. The blurry grins on your faces were bright and excited.

“Can I?” He asked, tugging lightly on the corner. 

“Take it, I can print a new one.” You said. 

He peeled it off carefully and flashed a grin at you. 

“Thank you,” he reached out, placing his hand on the top of your head, ruffling your hair messily. 

You knocked his hand away and brushed your hair back into place with a huff. Tendou laughed loudly, sprawling backwards onto your bed with a thump. He looked at the picture once more before sliding it into his pocket. He folded his hands behind his head and looked up at you with his signature sleepy smirk. 

“Make yourself comfortable, I guess,” you said. 

“Aw, you’re so considerate,” Tendou crooned, stretching his arms out until his shirt road up to reveal his toned stomach. 

You glanced down at the exposed skin and blushed, looking away quickly. Tendou noticed, of course, and couldn’t stop the mischievous smirk on his face as he reached out and grabbed your hand. 

“Tendou-“

“Oh, hush,” he chastised lightly. “I’m just getting you to sit. This is your bed, after all.”

You sat down on the edge, watching as he pulled your hand to his chest. He examined your fingers faintly before weaving his fingers with yours. When your fingers spasmed nervously he gripped them tighter. 

“I had a lot of time to think,” he sighed, eyes still fixated on your joined hands, before elaborating. “While we were apart.”

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue with bated breath. 

“I like you, Y/N,” his eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul. 

“Tendu-chan-“ You started to pull your fingers away.

One second you were sitting at the edge of the bed and the next you were pinned beneath Tendou’s body. His breath tickled your lips and his hands kept your arms above your head by the wrists. 

“Please, let me say this,” he pleaded, eyes switching between yours and your lips. 

“You made high school bearable for me,” he said, pushing up until he was knelt between your legs instead of having you pinned. His hands rested on either side of your ribs. “I didn’t appreciate you enough at the time but-“

His fingers clenched in the sheets. “I do now, I appreciate you so much. Everyone else thought I was a monster, demon, whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore but when it did you were the only one who made it all easier. Does that make sense?”

“What about Ushijima? Your teammates?”

Tendou chuckled, letting his head droop between his shoulders. “Of course them, silly Y/N. They didn’t really have a choice, hm? I was on the team, you don’t really get to pick who’s there. You went out of your way to befriend me, to make sure I was okay before you even knew me.” 

You looked up at him, ignoring his little sniffle and the way he rubbed his nose against his sleeve subtly. You sat up slowly while Tendou watched you closely with his head tilted. 

“You’re my best friend, you know that right?” You asked softly. 

He nodded. 

“You will always be welcome in my home and I promise I will always want you around. You’re right, whatever those people used to say about you doesn’t matter. They were needlessly cruel and I wish I could’ve stopped them from hurting you,” you reached up, cupping his cheek gently. “You’re important, Tendu-chan. You’re caring, funny, and genuine. I love hearing about your favorite anime and your coolest blocks. I really do.” 

“Ohhh, is little Y/N crying for me?” He cooed, using his sleeve to wipe away the tears gathering on your lashes. “Sweet thing.” 

“I’m serious,” you said, letting him wipe your cheeks. 

“I know,” he squinted at you. “Will you let me try something?”

From the way his crimson eyes kept flickering down to your lips, you could easily guess what he wanted to try. You nodded mutely, breath catching excitedly as his face drew closer. 

The first touch of his lips felt like a static shock. Your eyes fluttered close as he pushed a little closer, experimentally moving his lips against yours. He let out a low groan into your mouth, pushing forward until you were laying down again. The hands that had been by your sides now moved to tangle in your hair and cup your face while his hips settled comfortably between your thighs. 

The first brush of his tongue across your bottom lip sent fire licking up your spine which eventually settled as a fluttering warmth in your stomach. Your hands came up to grab his arms, nails leaving shallow crescents on the pale skin of his biceps through his shirt. Parting with a nip to your bottom lip, Tendou licked his lips as he looked down at you. 

The sight of your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips sent a thrill of exhilaration through his chest. 

“Well?” He asked, a cocky grin smeared across his lips. 

It was like you were seeing Tendou in a brand new light. Before he was just your friend. You always knew he was good-looking but now, you were supremely aware of his shapely lips, cut jaw, and broad shoulders. His hips between yours was as intoxicating as the elated look on his face. 

“Stop looking so smug,” you huffed, pulling him down to your lips again. 

Laughing softly, Tendou happily obliged you in another sensuous kiss that left you dizzy and breathless. He swallowed your gasp when he experimentally rolled his hips into yours.

He pulled back, eyes lidded with a dazed smile, and tilted his head. “Is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly, leaning up to capture him in another kiss. With a sly smirk he pulled out of your reach, head tilted expectantly. 

“Yes, Tendou, now please get back to it,” you snapped, secretly appreciative of his need for clear consent. 

“There we go,” he murmured, stooping back down with a thorough roll of his hips. 

A groan was shared between both of your open mouths as his hips fell into a steady rhythm, slowly undulating against you. Sighing out his name, you let your head fall back while Tendou trailed kisses across your jaw and down to your throat. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so perfect,” he murmured breathlessly, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses down the column of your throat. “Feel so good, hah-“

 His clothed erection lined up perfectly with your core, sending searing electricity flickering through your stomach. Your hands went from gripping his arms to tangling in his hair, tugging lightly at the crimson strands. 

“Haah-ah,” you moaned at a particularly accurate thrust that had his entire length dragging along your clit. “Satori, please.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Tendou sighed into your ear, pushing aside your hair so he could hide his face in the warmth of your neck. “You’re so hot, gonna make me cum in my pants. Keep making those pretty noises for me, sweet thing.”

You nodded along eagerly, pulling his head away from your neck so your could attach your lips again. Steady thrusts began to lose their rhythm as both of you got closer to completion. Tendou let out a throaty groan, wrapping his lean arms around you tightly so he could rub his hard-on against your core with more force. 

“Satori, ah!” You cried out at the stimulation. 

He clashed his mouth against yours messily, teeth clicking while he gasped against your lips. 

“M’ close,” he clenched his eyes shut. 

“Me too, me too,” you whined, hips writhing up against his desperately. “Satori!” Tendou practically growled at that, mouth claiming yours assertively. You shouted his name again while your orgasm wracked through your body, leaving you sensitive and tingly as Tendou chased his own release. He came with a low moan into your mouth, hips rolling gently through the aftershocks. 

When he finally slowed to a stop he went completely slack on top you. Tendou mouthed gently at your neck, fingers petting your hair as you both caught your breath. You released his hair and unclenched your stiff fingers a few times before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

Curious hands slowly pushed beneath your shirt, tenderly exploring your body while Tendou continued to leave lazy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. His handsiness didn’t bother you since you were also busy tracing the muscles of his back. 

You whined when he landed another quick kiss before pushing off of you. 

“I gotta clean up,” he said, darting down to kiss you again. 

That reminded you of the uncomfortable dampness in your own pants so you got up as well. You found a pair of sweatpants that he could fit into from your brother and set them by the bathroom door for him. By the time you came back from changing he was already lounging in your bed again, your brother’s sweatpants an inch or two too short  above his ankles. 

Tendou’s expression brightened when you walked in, his eyes wide to match his grin as you climbed in to lay next to him. He was quick to wrap his arms around you again. 

“Well?” He asked. 

“Hmm?” You responded, face pressed against his shoulder. 

“What are we now?” He leaned back so he could see your face. 

You stretched languidly, tossing a leg over his hips and an arm over his chest before responding. 

“What do you want this to be?” 

“I want you to be mine,” he answered honestly. 

“Then I’m yours,” you said simply, kissing the hinge of his jaw. 

“My girlfriend,” he said adoringly, twisting to his side so you were facing each other.

You laughed softly, letting him cup your cheeks so he could pull you into an unhurried kiss. His tongue pressed past your lips to sweep along your teeth and slide hotly against yours. 

“I’m pretty great at apologies, huh?” He boasted. 

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned, pushing him away by his forehead. 

Tendou let you shove his face away with a quiet giggle before brushing your hand away so he could attack your neck with more kisses. 

“You better not be leaving marks,” you threatened halfheartedly, too caught up in the addicting sensation of his lips on your body to be serious. 

Tendou eyed a particularly red spot, pressing a light kiss to it. “Of course not, baby.” 

“That didn’t sound too convincing.”

“Well… it might fade,” Tendou circled the spot with his finger. “I kinda like it.”

“Satori!”

“Whaaat?” He crooned. “It lets everyone know you’re mine.” 

“Ugh, you creep,” you murmured, accepting a soft kiss. 

Tendou giggled cheerfully, squeezing you closer to him affectionately. He left a flurry of kisses across your cheeks and nose, sighing happily. 

“I love this,” his hands roved over your body. “Getting to touch and kiss you as much as I want.” 

“Mm, me too.”

Tendou’s lean body was beautiful, so was his blush when you informed him of this. He groaned and hid his face in the crook your neck. 

“I’m serious!” You insisted, pulling his face from your neck so you could look at him.

“I know you are, thank you,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes. 

“Aww, are you embarrassed?”

Tendou scoffed. “Tch, of course not. I’m a catch, a total babe.”

Laughing, you let him bite playfully at the hinge of your jaw for a moment before shoving him away so he couldn’t leave another mark. Tendou settled down and was happy to let you brush your fingers through his hair until it lost it’s shape and started to fall over his forehead. 

“Mmm, sleepy,” he sighed, practically purring as you massaged his scalp. 

“Go to sleep then.” 

He hummed, twisting his body until he was on his stomach with half of his body draped over yours. You smiled warmly, of course Tendou was a clingy sleeper. 

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Six. Movies and Speedruns

warnings: swearing, many memes word count: 3.8k (not including pictures) (wow okay ash pop off!) 

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A/N: LETS ALL JUST AGREE TO NOT LOOK AT THE DATES ON TWEETS AND STUFF BC SOME CHAPTERS ARE SO SCUFFED WITH DATES!!!! JUST KNOW THIS STORY STARTS MID NOVEMBER!!!!!!!! (in a world where covid doesn’t exist btw)

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Unknowingly and unintentionally, Y/n let out a big sigh as she poured a glass of water.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" Naomi asked gently, coming up behind her and hugging her tightly.

"Peter."

Naomi hummed, a sign that she was waiting for Y/n to lead the conversation so she could follow because if it were up to Naomi, she would immediately start trash-talking Peter and she wasn't sure if that was the vibe right now or not.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief as she jumped up to sit on the counter. "He got so mad when he found out I slept over at Karl's."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I wish you would just cut him off completely."

"I don't know. I know I should but... part of me wonders if he could ever go back to how he was when I met him. I would probably date that guy again but not who he turned out to be."

Naomi looked horrified. "No. You sound like you're considering hearing him out. No, is that a joke? He's a bad person."

"I'm not," Y/n reassured. "I'm just thinking hypothetically. Probably because I miss having someone..."

"Y/n, you have a ton of thirsty people in your mentions. If you really want someone that bad, just scroll through, land on one and I bet they're a million times better than that sack of burned potatoes."

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled lightly. "Most of those are jokes."

"Not all of them," she teased.

"I know you're going to tell me anyway so just say it. Who specifically do you think isn't joking?"

"Dream," Naomi sang.

"Okay, crazy." Y/n reached over, staying seated on the counter as she grabbed a bowl from a cabinet on her left. She then leaned all the way right, reaching as far as she could, but couldn't quite grab a cereal box from the top of the refrigerator.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she helped, handing Y/n the box. She even went the extra step to get Y/n a spoon and the milk because she was that nice. "I'm not joking. Neither is he. Karl and I have talked about it and we both agree."

Y/n paused at her friend's words, her hand hovering over the milk that Naomi held out for her. "You guys gossip about my love life?"

Naomi set the milk next to Y/n, tired of holding it out for her. "Of course? Like we don't do that about Karl? Or you and him about me?"

She couldn't argue there.

"Karl says there's a different vibe from Dream when you join calls and I believe it. I mean, I've seen it during streams myself so I can only imagine how much more obviously in love with you he is during private calls.

"That 'vibe' is Karl's delusional mind creating things. He's too scared to talk to cameragirl so he's projecting onto Dream and I."

"Yeah, okay," Naomi agreed sarcastically.

Y/n huffed. "Besides, he's in Florida. I'm in North Carolina, in case you weren't aware."

"So you're saying if you lived in the same state, you'd date him?"

"I didn't say that." She honestly had never thought of it. Sure she liked hanging out with Dream and her stomach got butterflies when he talked directly to her and he made her smile harder than anyone ever had and he—

And she didn't like him like that. She had only officially met the guy like a week and a half ago and she didn't know what he looked like. There was no way you could catch feelings for someone without seeing them.

Naomi's expression fell again. "Distance doesn't matter, anyway."

"I swear if you say something about George I will slap you," she threatened through a smile and Naomi gave her an innocent grin back.

"If you're lonely, get on Tinder, not Peter. Or get on Dream. I have no qualms with that."

"Peter isn't even an option, Naomi." Y/n sighed, ignoring the comment about Dream.  "Also," she swallowed the last of her cereal and set the bowl down with a clank. "I'm gonna tell Peter I don't want to be friends anymore. Dream and George can be added to the list of Peter haters."

"You talked to them about it?"

She nodded. "You know how I have little gossip sessions with George? Well, Dream was there too this time."

"Well, of course Dream would hate Peter. We've established that he likes you."

"No, no, you and Karl delusionally hypothesized that."

Naomi tapped the counter methodically, a sign Y/n knew to signal that she was thinking hard. "Somehow, one day, I'll prove he does."

"Good luck."

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"Yes," Y/n perked up. "Go pick something, I'll get blankets."

She went to her room, grabbing her favorite cuddling blankets. She started leaving her room when she heard a ding on her open desktop, signaling that she had a call incoming from Discord. Cool timing.

"I'll be just a second, Naomi!" she called across the house before dropping the blankets on her bed and sliding her headset on, answering the call from Dream. "Hi, Dream!" She sat on her chair and tucked her knees to her chest.

"Hi," he greeted sweetly. "How are you doing today?"

"Much better than when we last talked. How are you?"

"Great now that I'm talking to you," he said smoothly. Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "Are you busy?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My roommate and I are about to watch a movie."

"Ooh, what movie?"

"Not sure yet. Any suggestions?"

"Dark Knight. Unless you wanted me to say, like, Tangled or something."

"Yeah, girls' night is exclusively princess movies. Do you know nothing?"

"Apparently," he said with a laugh.

"What's up?"

"Oh, well, I was just gonna see if you wanted to be on call later with me, George, and Sapnap while I stream speedruns, but you're hanging out with your roommate so nevermind."

"Oh," Y/n deflated. "That sounds fun."

"I can push it back if you want to be part of it. If not, that's fine. I just thought it would be cool."

"No, no, no I really do want to, but I don't want you to have to push it back. When were you planning on starting?"

"In about an hour."

"I'll just join later if you're still playing. If that's okay that I come late."

"No. You have to be on time or not at all," he joked. "Of course that's fine," he assured. "And if I'm not playing anymore, you can still join... we usually talk for forever after we play games and it's fun. I would, er, we would love for you to hang out with us."

Y/n couldn't help the large smile on her face from staying even after they hung up and she walked back into the living room with her pile of blankets. She couldn't help it even when Naomi pointed it out and asked why she was so happy.

"Oh, uh, I've been invited to join Dream and them later for a stream."

"That vague answer doesn't warrant the shit-eating grin you have."

Y/n shrugged and cuddled more into her blankets. "What movie did you pick?"

*****

As the end credits rolled across the screen, Y/n yawned and looked over to Naomi in the dark. She was out like a light. Y/n stood up and made sure Naomi was covered in the blanket and she had a pillow. She crept back to her room and slid her headphones on, pulling up Discord where she saw the three boys' names still in a voice call.

She pulled up Twitch on her second monitor and looked for Dream's stream. It was already about an hour in. She clicked on it and her headphones echoed with the sound of George and Sapnap laughing like they said the funniest thing in the world.

"Shut up," Dream muttered. "Guys, what were the coords for the portal? Seriously, come on."

"Nobody tell him," George joked.

"George!"

"Where's Bugsyyyy?" Sapnap whined. "I want her to make fun of you with us."

"Half the stuff we're making fun of him for is about his big fat crush on her so..."

"George!" Dream yelled again. "No, it's not!"

Y/n smiled as she heard that, knowing it was a joke but laughing at the way Dream laughed at the accusation. She knew it wasn't serious or else they wouldn't talk about it on stream. George and Sapnap teased a lot, but certainly, they wouldn't out someone's crush in front of a hundred thousand viewers live.

"Oh!" Sapnap spoke out loud as George laughed loudly, both reading the text at the same time. "Speaking of..."

Dream waited for either of the two boys to elaborate but neither of them offered one. "What happened?"

"Bugsy texted us," George said off-handedly, typing a response to her. "She's coming in a second."

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?" Sapnap laughed.

"You guys have a groupchat?"

"Aw, jealous?" George asked.

Y/n joined at that moment, the first sentence coming from her Discord instead of Twitch being from Sapnap saying, "Would it make you more jealous to know our group name is Bugsy's Boys?"

"No, Sapnap, that's the one with Karl," George corrected. "The one with just you, me, and her is Bugsy's Boyfriends."

"WhAT?"

"I still don't approve of that, by the way," Y/n commented.

"Bugsy!!" Sapnap giggled happily. "You're finally here!"

"BUGSY!" George cheered.

"Hi guys!" Y/n laughed at the enthusiasm she was greeted with. "Hi, Dream!"

There was a few seconds of silence before, "Dream!!" George yelled right before the death screen appeared on the Twitch tab still opened on Y/n's right screen. "You idiot, what are you doing?! Why did you throw that run??"

She covered her mouth with the hoodie collar and laughed. "Off to a great start, bud."

"NO!" Dream yelled, knocking something, or somethings, off his desk. "Noooo! I didn't throw it, George, I FELL! Oh, that was going to be such a good run."

"What happened? How did you miss that huge ravine?" George asked while laughing. "It was literally right in the open. You didn't even try to use your water bucket."

"I-I was... I was distracted."

"By what? The completely open field with nothing blocking your vision?" Sapnap criticized with a laugh as well.

Y/n giggled to herself before letting her eyes trail to his chat, which was filled with the same accusations and guesses.

user5: BUGSY!

user2: DISTRACTED BY BUGSYS VOICE

user4: imagine saying hi so cutely that you make a man fall into a ravine

user1: are they dumb? obviously bugsy saying hi made his brain short-circut

user6: guys stop it wasn't bc she said hi. it was the g i g g l e

user3: DISTRACTED BY BUGSY!!!!

user8: HI BUGSY

user10: how to kill a man: hire bugsy to giggle and say hi directly to him

Y/n immediately blushed and covered her face again. She really had a habit of hiding even when no one could see her.

"Oh my gosh," Dream groaned, leaving the world and starting a new one. "Oh. My. Gosh. That's so annoying. I was doing so good."

"Oh," Sapnap laughed. "I understand now."

"What? What did I miss?" George asked.

"Just read chat," Sapnap explained. "They have the answer. Dream, your chat is so smart. Thanks for solving the mystery, chat!"

"No, they aren't ri— that isn't true!" Dream defended. "Chat, shut up."

"You sure?" Y/n asked teasingly, watching as his character paused when she started talking. Was she really making him this flustered just by talking? Surely not. He was just playing into the joke. He continued playing without saying anything, which made George and Sapnap laugh more.

The subject eventually changed and the atmosphere quickly became more relaxed and chill. Tonight was not a feral night like George had texted in all caps.

"Hey George," Y/n started, biting on her hoodie string with a smile because she knew Naomi would hear this when she watched the VOD the next day. "My roommate says hello."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered, making her laugh. "Let it go."

"Wow, I guess that's one way to treat your fans..."

"Fine," he sighed. "Tell her I say hello."

"Well, not if you don't mean it," Y/n teased.

"Yeah, George, you sound so unenthusiastic?" Sapnap asked.

"He's just flustered," Dream commented. "It's okay George, you can have feelings."

"Dream, you fell into a ravine because Bugsy said hi."

"Oh, come on! That's not—I just— I missed the jump! That's it!"

"I'm not flustered or unenthusiastic, I'm just tired, okay?" George explained, ignoring Dream, a yawn spilling out of him to prove it.

Y/n smiled. "Well, you could always let me give her your number if you really want..."

"No. If she had Discord you could give her that but not my phone number."

"Wait, really?" Y/n gasped. "Seriously?"

George laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"YES! Okay, a huge win for the girls. Well, a huge loss for the fangirls but a huge win for the girls of this apartment."

"Oh my gosh," he muttered and she could practically see him rubbing his face in embarrassment.

"I'll send you her hashtag when she makes one so you know who to add back."

"She's going to make an account just to talk to George?" Sapnap giggled.

"Yes, dude!" Y/n defended. "She at least wants to be his friend, let her shoot her shot!"

Dream ended the steam soon after, not being able to focus enough to beat the end on any of his runs. He had streamed for just under two hours so he seemed to be getting tired as well. George went to bed soon after and after 20 minutes of talking with Sapnap and Dream, Sapnap mysteriously disappeared.

Y/n was about to leave as well, not wanting Dream to feel obligated to stay on the call with her when he spoke up.

"Does Naomi actually like George?"

"Yeah, she does."

"Then I want him to accept her love."

Y/n laughed. "How is he with long-distance relationships?"

"Well, he and I do just fine..." Dream joked. "Oh, not what you meant. I don't know, you guys are the ones that talk about each other's love lives apparently."

"You're still bitter about that?"

"Yes!"

"Suck it up," she laughed. "Naomi would do probably anything to date him so I doubt distance is a problem for her."

"George's sleep schedule is completely messed up, so the time difference wouldn't matter too much. And when he comes to America they can meet in person."

"Wait, he's coming to America?" Y/n gasped happily. "When?"

"There's no set date, but yeah eventually. He'll probably just come to Florida but we've all talked about having a huge meetup with a lot of our friends."

"Oh... cool..."

"Bug? You know you'd be invited to that, right?"

"Oh, really?" she smiled.

"Of course. You're part of the group now."

"Sick," she muttered to herself, but he heard.

"Bug, you're one of my favorite people, do you know that?"

She blushed. "Really?"

"Really."

"You barely know me, Dream."

"Yeah, well, I know enough to know that I'm sorta attached to you."

"Attached to me? In what way?"

He suddenly sounded nervous as if his brain caught up with what his mouth was saying. "I don't know, nevermind."

"No, Dream, what do you mean?" her voice was soft and understanding and it made him feel safe.

"I just... I don't know. I care about you a lot. We met only, what, like a week or two ago, and I already worry about you a lot. Playing games doesn't feel the same anymore unless you're playing with us."

"To be fair, we have been tweeting at each other for much longer than a week or two."

"Yeah, that's true. But it's not the same as actually talking to you."

She smiled shyly. "I care about you a lot too, Clay." His name sounded strange as if it suddenly made everything much more serious. "Sorry, that just kinda slipped. I won't call you Clay if you don't want me to—"

"No, it's okay, it, uh, I like hearing you... say it. But, uh, you can call me whatever you want."

She smiled widely at the nervousness in his voice and the hard pounding of her heart. "I've heard from multiple people that you never stop talking about me."

He laughed timidly. "Maybe. Do you talk about me?"

"Ask Karl," she giggled. "My guess is yes." Her stomach felt tingly and her hands shook lightly. Why did she feel like this all of a sudden? It was late, she reasoned. That, or it was because Naomi had planted the seed of curiosity in her mind. Did Dream like her? No... right?

"I'm sorry if my chat was making you uncomfortable at the beginning when I died..."

"Don't worry, I wasn't uncomfortable."

"It was true, by the way," he paused, "what they were saying. Just... in case you were wondering."

Y/n couldn't wipe the smile off her face, which was growing painful at this point. "What, my voice makes your brain short-circut? That was one comment I saw."

Dream laughed. "More like your entire presence, but... yeah I guess so."

How is someone supposed to respond to something like that? The sweetness in his voice almost made her sick but in a good way.

And just like when he named her Minecraft flower something sweet knowing that no one would see it, why was he still playing up the joke when no one was around?

Not knowing what to say, she decided to let him in on a little secret. "If it matters, you're one of my favorite people too."

"It does."

There was a deathly moment of tense silence as if both of them were screaming to say something but neither did.

"Basically, if we do have a meet-up, I'll sue you if you don't come."

Y/n laughed. "My pockets are empty, sir, so... good luck."

He laughed and it was music to her ears.

"Are you not nervous to show everyone your face? Like, if or when we do all get together."

"Not really. Especially not if it's just to our friends. Are you?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Why?"

She sighed. "I'm sure people have me painted in a specific way in their heads and I've seen fanart of me that is way different and way more attractive than I am. I just don't want to let anyone down by not living up to their expectations."

"Bug," Dream said softly, "you couldn't let anyone down."

"You don't know that."

"You can't disappoint real friends or real fans with the way you look."

"To be clear, Dream," she laughed nervously, afraid she would sound conceited, "I don't think I'm ugly. I like the way I look. I'm happy with me. But that doesn't mean I can't still let people down."

"Different than expected doesn't mean disappointing."

His words smacked her in the gut. He was right. Reality and imagination are very different. Neither has to be better or worse than the other. She could look the complete opposite of how someone expects but that doesn't mean they will be either disappointed OR pleased. And why does it matter anyway? If she likes how she looks, who cares what other people think?

"It's also scary to think of getting recognized in public," she admitted. "Being recognized from the start is one thing because it starts off slowly with only a few people knowing your face but if the first time people see your face is when you have millions of fans, the recognition would be overwhelming."

"That's true. I don't think I would mind that much, though."

"Of course not, you're you."

"What does that mean?"

"You like the spotlight."

"I guess. Not all the time."

"Well, what about you?" she asked. "Are you afraid of people knowing what you look like?"

"No. I want to do a face reveal soon but I don't know how I would do it. I want to do it at some kind of event or something but I don't know."

"I need to schedule around when you do it because you'll break the internet. Give us content creators a warning so we can prepare to not get viewers for a week."

Dream laughed. "Oh come on."

"Twitter would just be full of the same picture of you in every single tweet."

"It won't be that big of a deal."

"Something tells me your millions and millions of subs say otherwise."

"Whatever," he said. "As if you wouldn't break the internet too."

"Maybe for a day or two. But you'd break everything for weeks."

"Sure." There was a long pause before Dream softly said, "Karl's lucky."

"How so?"

He didn't speak for a moment, almost like he wasn't prepared for that question because he didn't mean to be heard. "I wish I could know you the way he does."

"You could. He and I knew each other in person first so it's different. You and I could get there eventually."

"You think so?"

"I know so. I trust you a scary amount for someone I met weeks ago."

"I didn't mean to sound like I'm trying to pressure you into showing me your face or telling me your name. I didn't mean like he gets to know what you look like and I don't. I meant, like, I wish we could hang out in person because I prefer that over talking in Discord."

"I get it, Clay. I feel the same way," Y/n said softly. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke again.

"Oh, gosh, it's already four."

Y/n's head snapped to look at her clock, which read 3:57am. "Already?" she whispered. "Dang."

As if acknowledging the time changed the atmosphere, it suddenly felt like 4am. Her back ached from her shifting in her chair so much over the last few hours, never being able to find a good position. The house was eerily quiet and all she heard was the low hum of the heater. The house felt stale, not used to its occupants being so alert and awake at that hour.

"I should probably go to bed..."

"Yeah, me too," Dream agreed. His voice sounded tired. "Thanks for joining us, it was really fun with you."

"Thanks for inviting me. Sorry I made you die. Hopefully you'll still let me back again."

"You're always invited to barge into my streams. Actually."

Y/n giggled again and mentally slapped herself for sounding like a little kid. "Well, you too. You can interrupt my streams anytime."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Goodnight, Clay."

"Goodnight, Bug."

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Cramps. | N.L. (+ D.T & S.F.)

in which the reader is having a really bad period, so her three best friends come and check up on her.

warnings: pain, periods, bleeding, swearing, we know how it is.

i’m on my period rn, & these three boys are my fav characters so this is mostly to comfort me (and idk if you guys can even relate, but my periods get THIS bad) (edit: this was NOT supposed to be this long but oh well i love these three)

gryffindor reader! (but anyone can read obv)

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somehow, you had managed to make it through the previous school day. but, the whole time your stomach felt like it was completely turning on you, and with every step you took, the bleeding was so heavy. you couldn’t even remember the last time you went through so many pads and tampons in one day.

on top of that, you were an absolute emotional wreck. and, that became apparent to neville when seamus laughed over tripping over your shoe lace, and you looked up at your three best friends with tears in your eyes.

“merlin, y/n! i was only messing with you! what’s wrong?” seamus furrowed his eyebrows at you, only for you to bend down and groan in pain as you attempted to tie your loose shoe laces.

“i can’t do it!” you whined, a tear finally escaping your tired eyes. you stood up, and sniffled, not noticing the genuine concerned looks plastered across the three boys’s faces.

and then, if things couldn’t get any worse, you felt someone tap your shoulder. you turned around to meet a terrified looking ron and harry, staring down at your legs,

“y-y-y/n... blood! t-t-there’s blood running down your legs!”

you looked down, and sure enough, there was a bunch of it. you automatically began to cry, and the sobbing only got worse as you realized that this was happening in front of not one, not two, but five boys.

“nev—neville... p-please give me your jacket...” you choked out, rushing as the blood seeped between your thighs. he did so quickly, tossing it to you, and your tied it around your waist before running into the nearest bathroom.

“why would you point that out?” dean asked ron, eyeing him,

“what?! would it be better for her to stay like that the rest of the day?” the ginger snapped back, still not putting two and two together. ron wasn’t exactly wrong, but his execution was awful.

the boys sighed, deciding that maybe waiting outside the bathroom would do you some good. but, unfortunately, as 15 minutes passed, you never came out.

“m-m-maybe someone should go and get hermione. or lavendar. or one of the parvati twins?” neville suggested, scratching the back of his neck. seamus shrugged, honestly clueless on how to handle the whole situation.

luckily, a saving grace skipped by, grabbing the attention of all of the boys,

“ginny!” ron called out, and she stopped in her tracks, “thank merlin you’re here!”

the look on her face was questionable as harry, ron, neville, dean, and seamus all stared at her.

“w-what?”

dean spoke up first, more than concerned, “y/n went in there. she—she had—blood running down her legs. and, she started crying...”

that’s all it took for ginny to nod her head, “okay. you guys go ahead. i’ll take care of her!”

they did so reluctantly, more so your three best friends. as ron and harry wanted to be away from the whole scenario as soon as possible.

and, that was the last they heard from you yesterday. today, they waited for you to come down from the girl’s dorm, but you never came.

they waited for you in the great hall, but again, you never came.

little did they know, you were curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing from the excruciating pain that filled your whole body. this cycle was hitting you like a truck, and you’d wished that somehow you had been more prepared for it.

hermione had left you reluctantly that morning, never seeing a fellow girl having such a bad period before. you had cried all night, and you and her both had barely gotten any sleep. so that’s why when neville saw hermione drifting off to sleep during a shared class, he was absolutely baffled.

as that same class ended, the three boys caught up with hermione,

“hey, granger! where’s y/n?” seamus asked, and she rubbed her eyes.

“she—um—“ a yawn interrupted her response, “she’s in our dorm. she doesn’t feel well.”

neville’s mouth went agape, and he finally put two and two together.

“i wouldn’t go and see her, though. you guys embarrassed her yesterday. she told me all about ronald, and ginny, and seamus. she’s really upset, and... she’s just in a lot of pain. so, just let her be for a while.”

and with that, she left the three boys. they gave each other weird looks, mentally questioning each other.

you on the other hand at this time, were crying as you changed out your bed sheets for the second time that day. it wasn’t necessarily the most comfortable experience to have to explain to a house elf why you needed a bunch of new clean sheets.

dinner soon came, and even then, the boys expected to see you sitting with them, eating and laughing. but, you still hadn’t left that dorm.

so, neville packed some extra food, and the three made a journey to gryffindor tower, just to see if they could break the rules to make sure you weren’t dying. (of course, all three of them were convinced that you were on your death bed.)

they slipped past the prefect, climbing up the stairs to your dorm.

dean was just about to knock when they all heard your voice,

“stop, hermione! please! i don’t care that i missed my classes! i’ve been puking all day, bled on my bed, almost shit my pants four times, so, i really don’t care about snape and what he said about me! piss off!”

seamus’s lips curled, and the sound he let out could only be described as pure disgust. but, neville nudged him,

“she can’t help it. don’t be like that...” he whispered, still not sure if you were alright with visitors at the moment.

“well, i’m sorry! but, dean, neville, and seamus are all worried about you! they—“

that’s when they heard a blood curdling scream, and it sounded exactly like you. it made them jump,

“I WANT TO KILL MYSELF! FUCK!”

“don’t say that! it’s only for a few days, y/n! i told you i would help you with anything you needed!”

“then you can start by fucking off! go away!”

the boys looked at each other,

“maybe—“

“yeah—“

“later.”

they all mutually agreed, and ran down the stairs before hermione had the chance to see them.

they settled in the common room, deciding to do their homework until they knew it was a safe call to go and see you. they all worried about you tremendously, as they had never heard you talk to a fellow friend like that. you simple weren’t that type of person in their eyes. you had always been patient with people, so it was a wonder to them how you loved them so much.

they spotted ginny, walking up to the girl’s dormitories with a glass of ice cream in hand. they naturally assumed it was for you. and truth be told, when ginny entered with a sweet smile on her face, holding the cold treat, you realized you had never been more happy to see a weasley before.

as pathetic as it sounded, you cried to ginny while eating the chocolate ice cream. you sobbed to her about all the events of that day, and the day before. your crush on neville and how you believed he didn’t feel the same, the way that seamus chewed too loudly, and how hermione was too uptight sometimes. she simply listened, knowing that’s all she could really do.

finally, the three boys saw ginny coming down the the glass now empty, and they ran up to her,

“is she okay?”

“what’s happening?”

“can we go and see her?”

she chuckled and shook her head them, “she’s fine, you guys. calm down. i’m not so sure if she’ll want to see you guys, but you guys can sure try.”

they all three looked at each other, slightly terrified.

but, they sucked it up and made their way up again. of course, seamus couldn’t hold back from making a snide comment,

“i swear, if i get a book thrown at my head and end up in the hospital wing with a concussion, i’m blanking it on neville.”

“why me?!” neville scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“because! you fancy her and are the most worried about her! she’s just on her period! is it really that big of a deal?”

before neville could answer, dean cut in, “yes, seamus. it is a big deal. maybe not to us, but to her it is. try bleeding out of your dick for a week while your inside are ripping apart!”

if you would’ve been present, you definitely wouldn’t hugged dean for that one.

they finally arrived, and they argued for a moment over who would be the once to knock on the door. it felt like they were stepping into a death trap. finally, neville agreed to do it.

he did so gently,

“what?” you asked, “who is it?”

dean and seamus eyed each other, definitely panicking.

“erm—it’s... us...”

you groaned, and looked down at your state. you were only in your bra and underwear, trash bucket in your lap, nausea getting the best of you... again.

but, you figured seeing your three best friends would bring you some comfort. this wasn’t their fault, and you didn’t want to take it out on them anymore.

“um... you can come in, but warning! i’m—“

before you could warn them, the door flew open,

“naked...” you breathed out, looking down at the trash can.

they all went wide eyed, and neville covered dean and seamus’s eyes with his hands, and closed his own.

“close the door, you gits!”

neville did so with his foot, still covering everyone’s eyes. you let out a small chuckle at the fact, and shook your head.

“you guys can look, you know. you act like we haven’t been best friends since first year.”

“b-b-but you’re—naked!” dean responded, through neville still keeping his own hand over the boy’s face.

you pursed your lips as you felt vomit climbing it’s way up your throat, “who—“

that’s when they heard it. the violent sound of puking. neville thanked merlin that his eyes were closed, because he probably would’ve puked too.

“who cares?” you breathed out, wiping the slobber from your chin. that’s when seamus took neville’s hand away from his eyes, and realized how you looked.

you looked unrecognizable almost. you looked exhausted, pale, and like you had just been hit by twenty cars at one time. your eyes were all puffy and red from crying, and your hair was definitely not put together like it usually was. makeup was smeared all down your face, makeup from the day before that you simply didn’t have the motivation to get up and wash off. but, seamus couldn’t help but notice your bra and underwear.

“you—“ he chuckled, “you have teddy bears on your undergarments, y/n?”

you clenched your jaw, and tightened your grasp around the trash can, narrowing your eyes at him. his eyes widened,

“kidding! i was only kidding! they suit you well!”

finally, dean shoved neville’s hand off as well, and neville opened his eyes back up reluctantly. neville and dean took in your state, much less of a laughing matter to them, as they were more of the calm friends.

“merlin, y/n... are you alright?” neville asked, approaching you slowly. you shook your head,

“i’m dying...”

the three boys gasped, and you looked at them funny, “i’m kidding... but i feel like i might...”

that settled their nerves a bit, the theory of you dying slowly fading away. you spit in the trash can, and set it back down on the floor. of course, seamus being the curious cat he is, looked in the trash can.

“don’t look at my vomit, finnigan! don’t you have any manners?”

he jumped back, and nodded his head.

“what are you guys doing here, anyway?” you asked, laying down fully on the bed, stomach and legs exposed.

“well—we know—you—you sorta—“

neville sighed at dean’s awkwardness about the whole situation, “we know you’re on your period. and, we know that you’re in a lot of pain. and, we just wanted to come and check up on you.” he glanced at the other two boys, “right?”

“yeah, definitely!”

“totally!”

you giggled at seamus and dean, “oh, what gentlemen. how could i ever thank you?”

seamus couldn’t hold it in. the comment just slipped from his lips,

“well, seeing you in your bra and underwear is thanks enough in my book!” he joked, nudging dean.

surprisingly, the only one who laughed beside seamus... was you. this surprised the boys, as you were sure that would earn seamus that book to his temple, or at least a smack to the face. but, it didn’t.

“see? i told you guys she’s fine! she’s laughing like she always does!”

neville seemed to look over at you for reassurance, just to make sure that seamus hadn’t crossed a boundary with one of his crude jokes. it was something that seamus had done quite a few times, without even realizing it, but it was simply because he didn’t know how to put a filter on. you knew at the end of the day that seamus wasn’t trying to disrespect you. plus, it was something you had go get used to, being one of his best friends and all.

at one point, the boys had eased into the floor, getting things for you if you needed it. seamus even asked why exactly girls even got periods, and you explained it to him in full detail.

“so... like—the inside of your uterus is actually tearing? i thought dean was joking about that!”

you shook your head, “unfortunately, it’s not a joke, finnigan. it’s very real...”

“well, is it this bad for all girls?”

“no, actually. some girls only bleed for a couple of days, and it’s very light. they can go without cramps, puking... lucky bitches!”

that’s when the boys fell silent, even seamus himself. until he raised an eyebrow,

“is it bad that i’m kinda curious? you know—to see how it feels to... bleed... down—there...”

dean furrowed his eyebrows, but neville nodded his head in agreement.

“well, boys... i can’t make you bleed out your dick for seven days straight... but, i can punch you guys in the stomach with full force and show you how cramps feel!”

collectively, they all disagreed, which caused you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“but—it can’t be that bad, right? i mean, everyone can get a stomach ache...” dean questioned, but unsure of what he had just said.

“let me put it to you like this, thomas. imagine the weasley twins sneaking a muggle laxative into your morning pumpkin juice...” you started, “but that stomach pain for a whole week.”

dean put his head down, finally understanding. no wonder you had talked about almost shitting your pants.

that’s when the door swung open, revealing a surprised hermione,

“y/n! where are your clothes?! boys are in here! and plus, they’re not even supposed to be in here, anyway!” she snapped, immediately storming over to your closet, and pulling out a random shirt, throwing it at you.

“but, it’s too hot! and, any tightness hurts!”

“i don’t care! i couldn’t imagine sitting around with ronald and harry with my—lady parts hanging out!”

you chuckled at her hidden shaming, quite used to it by now. “oh, whatever, granger! it’s the same difference as a bathing suit! lighten up!”

seamus and dean snickered at the look on her face, and the way she stormed out.

“she’s right, y/n. not about—you know, we don’t care... but, just—seamus will be talking about it for the rest of his natural life if you keep your clothes off any longer.” neville stated, standing up and taking his sweater off. he passed it to you, making sure not to touch you in anyway that would make you uncomfortable.

you smiled at the kind gesture. sure, it was a sweater, and you probably should choose the lighter t-shirt that hermione had snagged out for you. but, it was neville’s sweater, so, how could you refuse?

you slipped it on over your head, and pulled your hair through the hole. it was quite comfortable, and you were just the right amount of warm and cool. so, it worked out in the end. “thank you, longbottom. that was sweet.”

his face turned red at the small grin etched upon your face, but he shook it off and sat back down on the floor.

you all began talking again, not even noticing when seamus had gotten bored and ancy, and started snooping in your drawers. but, his eyes went wide at the sight of something in your drawer. he picked it up, and stared at it for a moment.

“uh... y/n...” he started, voice a bit shaky, “what’s this?”

he held it up, and you, dean, and neville all looked over.

“that’s a tampon, finnigan. i use it when i’m on my period so the blood doesn’t leak out.”

he took a beat of silence as he connected the dots, and his eyes seemed to widen even more,

“and... you have to put this where exactly?”

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Yuu can do it!

What if all three Yuus (from the novel, manga, and game) were sent to the same world?

Part 5

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Ito had been gone for five minutes.

One of the sofas had collapsed so they had decided to drag it out into another room to scrap later, and by the time they had come back, Kuroki had apparently decided to adopt the tiny monster that had tried to kill them not even a few hours prior.

Kinda makes them worry about what Enma was doing, it had been a while since they’d last seen him, but they’re not going to think about that right now.

Ito sighed. “Okay, why is Grim here?”

“Cleaning,” said Kuroki. Grim held up his feather duster as if agreeing.

“That is not –.” They shook their head with a deep sigh. “That monster literally tried to kill us. Over clothes.”

“How is this the thing you’re normal about?” complained Kuroki.

“I need at least six days before I forgive people for attempted murder,” Ito deadpanned.

The moment they turned their exhausted gaze on Grim, who had been, wisely, quiet this entire time, the monster’s eyes welled with tears. “Don’t be mean, human! Ain’t you going to ask what I’m doin’ here? That’s what you people do, right? Talk about feelings and stuff? It wouldn’t kill you to listen to me!”

Ito took a step back in surprise. How was the monster making them feel bad about being wary of someone that had attacked them?! How was that fair?! It actually might kill them to listen to him!

Grim must have taken their stunned silence as a cue to go on, because he pressed a hand to the white fur of his chest:

“I was born to be the greatest mage who ever lived! So I’ve been waitin’ and waitin’ for that black carriage to come for me…” The cat-like slant of his eyes lowered in apparent sadness. “For so long… but that Dark Mirror has no eye for talent! Was it really wrong of me to take initiative and come here myself?”

“Oh, Grim, that’s…” said Kuroki, frowning.

“Yeah…” Ito agreed quietly.

Only for them to whip around to glare at Kuroki as a realization hit them: “Hold on, you didn’t know either? Why’d you let him in, then?!”

“I don’t know! He’s cute!” Kuroki tried to defend himself. Emphasis on the word tried.

But Ito just shook their head and allowed it. The monster didn’t seem all that intent on hurting them now that they weren’t in the way of him getting into his coveted school, so they weren’t in danger.

Besides, the flames from his ears made for steady light in a place with light fixtures so dim and muted by grime they may as well have been off.

Speaking of his ears, Grim jumped when a drop of water hit him in the head. “Gah! Can’t either of you magic away these leaks? These flaming ears are my trademark, y’know! Can’t have ‘em getting doused!”

“Forgetting something?” Kuroki said, rolling his eyes.

Grim’s forlorn expression quickly contorted into a smirk. “Ah, that’s right! You can’t use magic! You guys are kinda useless, aren’t you?”

“Well, why don’t you fix them, then?”

“I don’t work for free. Now, if you had a couple of tuna cans, then we could talk.”

Ito doubted that he knew how to do anything but spew fire, but they figured arguing the point wasn’t worth it. The leaky roof wasn’t going to deal with itself and, if Grim wasn’t going to help, then it was up to them.

They set some buckets and spare pots under the leaks in the ceiling. Maybe they could even use the rainwater to mop if they managed to get enough of it, since the chances of the water being okay in a place like this were close to zero. Gotta love efficient thinking.

Except, strangely enough, one of the pots tipped over the moment they turned their back to it, shattering on the floor and spilling shards and water over the floor.

Ito frowned. They hadn’t thought that it had been on an unsteady floorboard.

Kuroki glanced up at the sound and his eyes blew wide at whatever he saw over Ito’s shoulder.

Uh oh. Please don’t be the monster going beserk again.

…

… okay, well, good news! It wasn’t Grim!

That was pretty much the only good thing that was going on right then, though.

Because staring right back at them was a shimmering, silver ghost with pale blue eyes. The top hat atop its head might have made things less scary if said head wasn’t currently tucked under their arm like a football.

An ungodly screeching sound left their lips and it took a hand grabbing them by the back of their shirt to get them moving. Kuroki dragged Ito close. Probably as a shield, to be honest.

“Heehee!” The ghost giggled, two fingers coming to rest over his mouth as if trying to hide its amusement. “Oh dear! It seems I’ve made a mess! What a shame!”

Okay…  so, maybe it was just a Peeves-like figure? Meant to be annoying and nothing more?

“Welcome to our castle! Stay a while!” The pupils in his eyes disappeared. “Stay forever!”

Nopenopenopenope.

Ito grabbed a nearby candlestand and brandished it like a weapon. Hopefully the ghost couldn’t tell they had no idea how to use it.

The ghost giggled again, jamming his head back onto his body until the only hint that it wasn’t attached was a thin line of blue light.

Grim launched themselves at Kuroki for help. He caught the ball of fur on instinct, only to regret it as sharp claws dug into his skin through the fabric of his ceremonial robes. He hissed quietly and backed up in surprise, tumbling towards the ground.

But the two of them were caught, shockingly.

Kuroki opened an eye cautiously when they didn’t hit the ground and found that the person that had caught them wasn’t a person at all.

Another ghost, this one tall and thin, stretched over them and peered into their faces.

And then, to Ito’s surprise, Kuroki twisted in the ghost’s grip and swung on him.

Even stranger, the ghost doubled over as Kuroki’s fist made contact with his stomach, a pained wheeze leaving it as it floated back a few ‘feet’ to get away from his assaulter.

Grim dropped to the ground and curled up in a tight ball, paws over his head. Kuroki took a few stumbling steps back, more than willing to help put some distance between himself and the ghost.

“How rude!” The thin ghost said, voice still a little breathy from the punch. “We were only greetin’ our guests. It’s been so long since we’ve had visitors.”

The ghosts were circling their group, though they were careful to stay just out of reach after the first punch (hopefully it would stay that way). Kuroki and Ito backed into each other and did their best to adapt to the fact that they were definitely being cornered. Kuroki swept a leg out, hooking the toe of his shoe around Grim and sliding him into their ‘protective’ circle.

“Yes, yes! Make yourselves at home!”

“We’re just itchin’ for new friends!” The tall ghost stretched even taller, looming over them. “Why don’t you join us, hm?”

Ito tried to smack him upside the head with their candlestick holder for getting too close, but it phased straight through him. Damn it. 

Grim whimpered a little.

Both humans looked to the tiny ball of fur curled between their feet. Quick as a flash, Ito chucked the candlestick holder at the nearest ghost – it didn’t manage to spear them like they intended, sadly, it just phased right through it again, but it did shock him into backing up a few steps – and then pushed Grim out of the circle.

“Do the fire thing.”

“I’m not your –!”

“Grim, there are ghosts, this isn’t the time to be cross!” Kuroki hissed.

Grim let out a yelp of surprise at the normally quiet person’s outburst, licks of flame spilling from his mouth.

The monster, somehow, despite the close proximity, managed to miss. It was almost impressive. Maybe it would have managed to actually be impressive if flames weren’t currently chasing the trails of dust still on the floor, webbing along in an intricate pattern that made moving their legs risky.

The headless ghost put his hands on his hips, carefully picking its way through the flames to get closer. “Now, now, no need for violence. We just want some new ghost friends to play with!”

“Oh, so when you want to be violent it’s cool but when we want to suddenly it’s wrong,” Kuroki sassed the ghost. A bold move, considering they were still in danger and Grim was apparently not going to be of help, but Ito kind of respected it for its idiocy.

Ito sighed and nudged Grim again. “Master sorcerer! Do something!”

Unfortunately, even stroking his already massive ego did little to help Grim’s aim. The next shot he made breezed past the nearest ghost before continuing on its merry way. Flames lapped at the curtains on a nearby window.

“When they said ‘do something’ I don’t think they meant ‘set the dorm ablaze’!” Kuroki groaned.

Grim puffed up, though it was unclear whether this was in indignation or because he was preparing another fireball. “Quiet! I don’t need lip from you, human!”

Kuroki sighed. “Fine! Fine! Beat them and I’ve got a can of tuna with your name on it!”

The tall ghost reached long, clawed fingers for them.

“Two!” Kuroki corrected himself quickly. “Two cans of tuna!”

“You’re right,” said Grim, who seemed to be steeling himself. “I’m The Great Grim! I’m not afraid of any dumb ghosts!”

He shot another fireball and this one, while still missing pretty badly, came closer than the others had. The ghost backed up in apparent surprise.

But Ito had been watching closely this time, and they quickly realized the problem:

“Are you actually trying to do this with your eyes closed?”

“Shut up! Just… tell me where to shoot and I’ll do it!” Grim yelled.

Ito clenched their fists in irritation but Kuroki was apparently far more adaptable than they were, because he said, “Fine! On your left!”

And, like that, they became Pokemon trainers. Ito couldn’t say that this was how they expected the night to go, but it was still not as weird as having a hand reach through your mirror to drag you to another world, so they were hardly as phased as they should have been.

The ghosts were forced to back away to avoid getting murdered (? Can ghosts die a second time?).

Just when their group of living beings was finally getting the upper hand, another ghost phased through the ceiling, the upper half of their slightly portly body poking through. He smiled at his friends as they tried their hardest to avoid getting burnt to a crisp.

“If you’re done messing with these two, the person up here is way more fun.”

The ghosts didn’t think twice, floating straight up to get away from them.

Kuroki breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders finally relaxing. He looked around at the, frankly, ruined kitchen. “Man, all of these fires are going to be so annoying to put out –.”

Ito barely heard him. They were too busy grabbing Grim by his collar and racing towards the nearest staircase.

“Enma!”

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[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

We Have A Pool?!

Summary: There’s a secret swimming pool at Hogwarts. Y/N discovered it purely on accident in her first year, and it has become her safe place, that is until a particular Weasley find it as well.

Warnings: SMUT! (fingering, vaginal, etc) SMUT WITH PLOT IN A POOL YALL (ok I heard pool sex can be not great for everyone, so maybe don’t try it unless your into that then go off) Swearing, no proof reading, an irrational amount of commas because the public school system failed me. The end

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: OK so IDK if there's canonically a pool at Hogwarts, I just heard it in a starkid play and was like “Hey, I like that” So I made it all up so if there is/isn’t actually a pool pls don’t come for me. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you’re all happy and are making progress to becoming even happier.

Your elbows rested on the desk in front of you, your fingers rubbing circles into your temples as you tried to pay attention to the class in front of you. This past week had been stressful to say the least, you had three different essays, all needing to be at least four pages long, as well as a potions exam and a herbology quiz. To say you were excited for the weekend was an understatement.

And you knew just where you were going to spend it.

As soon as class was dismissed, you started packing your bag as quickly as possible, wanting to get to your room to finish your homework and change before going to your favorite spot for some much needed stress relief.

You practically ran out of the class, heading straight to the Gryffindor common room, but before you could get far, two tall bodies appeared at your left and right sides.

“Someone seems to be in a hurry” Fred said, looking to George who nodded in agreement.

“Indeed, where are we off to Y/N?” George asked.

“Oh, its a wonderful place, I don’t think you would have head of it. It’s called nun ya” You said, causing the boys to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Nun ya?” Fred asked

“Nun ya business” You joked, causing the older red to head to gasp in feign hurt, while George tried to stifle a laugh.

You and the twins had been friends since you were children, being next door neighbors and being the same age meant you spent a lot of time together, especially when your parents went on business trips and left you at the burrow. You had grown to become really close to them. However, over the past few years George and Angelina had started hanging out more, leaving you and Fred to get closer. 

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t have a giant crush on him. 

“Wow, were your best friends in the world and you wont even tell us where you’re going. I’m hurt!” Fred cried, making you laugh a bit. 

“I’m just going back to my room to do some homework. I’ll see you guys at dinner yeah?” You asked, turning to wave at the two boys, who stood in confused silence as they watched you walk away.

“Well, she’s hiding something” George said.

“Definitely” Fred agreed.

A few hours later, you had gotten dinner, finished your homework, and were currently laying in bed, waiting for Angelina and Katie to fall asleep. After a while, their breathing evened out, and you quietly got out of bed, putting your pillow under the covers to make it look like you were still sleeping there just in case one of them woke up.

You tip toed out of the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible before making your way down the steps, and out of the common room. Once you were a bit farther away, you cast lumos to navigate better through the hallway. You took a right, then a left, then another left, before finally finding your way to the empty arythmancy classroom.

You made your way to the bookcase on the far left side of the room, running your finger along the spines before landing on a familiar blue cover labeled The Geometry of Liquids. You pulled the book back until you heard a click, pushing the bookcase forward which easily swung open to reveal a hallway.

You couldn’t help but smile as the smell of salt water filled your nose, quickly stepping behind the book case before closing it behind you. As you walked further down the hallway, you began to see a blue light, finally turning the last corner, you found yourself in an abandoned dungeon, with a large pool in the middle of it. 

You had accidentally stumbled across this room in your fourth year. You were bored, all of your friends either at Hogsmeade or detention Fred and George, and had found the abandoned classroom. You started going through the books, and the rest is history. You had been coming here at least once a week ever since.

You muttered the spell to stop the light coming from your wand, the pool somehow giving off its own soft blue light, before removing your shirt and sleep shorts, exposing the green bikini you had put on earlier. 

Walking closer to the edge, you took a few running steps before plugging your nose and jumping off the pool wall, landing in the water below. 

You sat there for a moment, allowing the cool feeling to sink deeper into your body. You had gotten a lot better at holding your breath over the years, still eventually you had to come back to the surface for air, which you did. You wiped the water off your face, opening your eyes to find a pair of dark brown ones looking back.

“Fred!” You screamed, surprised by his sudden presence. He stood at the edge of the water in a pair of jersey shorts and a t-shirt, his jaw on the floor as he looked at you, then to the rest of the room. 

“What are you... who’d you get here?” You continued, his silence making you a bit nervous.

“We have a pool?” He asked looking back to you, causing you to nod.

“Yeah...” You said, feeling a bit guilty for not telling him before. 

You had planned on telling him, along with the rest of your friends, but you were worried that word would get around and it would become a new party spot, which meant it would only be a matter of time before a teacher found it and blocked it off. 

“How long have you known this was here?” Fred asked.

You sighed, swimming to the side wall and pulling yourself out, ringing out your hair before crossing your arms in front of you.

“A while” You mumbled, feeling a bit ashamed.

“And you didn’t tell us because...” He started, wanting an explanation.

“I didn’t want everyone to find out, because then the teachers would find out-”

“And then nobody would be able to use it” Fred finished, causing you to nod, still refusing to meet his eyes, your own question suddenly popping into your mind.

“Wait, how did you find it?” You asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze, your heart beating a bit faster at the eye contact.

Now it was Fred’s turn to look guilty. “I followed you”

“You fo- why!” You shouted

“I’m sorry! It’s just, you were upset earlier and you seemed really excited about something, and then I saw you walking around and I don’t know I just followed you.” Fred blurted out, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“Ok fine, I’m not mad at you if you’re not mad at me” You tried to reason, wanting a truce.

“Deal” He said smiling, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. Unfortunately this made it so you didn’t see his other hand quickly come around to connect with your shoulder, pushing you back into the pool.

You quickly got your bearings, kicking back to the surface to find Fred keeled over with laughter. 

“You dick!” You shouted, which only made him laugh harder. You began laughing as well, before ducking under the water to move your hair away from your face, popping back up to see Fred walking over to where your clothes and wand were laying.

“What are you doing?” You asked suspiciously, you eyes widening as his hands went to the hem of his shirt.

“Getting in, duh” Fred stated, before pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest, making your face heat up in the process. 

Before you could say anything, Fred was running towards the pool at full speed before jumping into a cannon ball and landing right next to you, sending buckets of water flying into your face.

Your mouth fell open in shock, watching as Fred came back up to the surface, laughing once he saw your expression.

“Oh nuh uh” You grumbled, shooting out your hands to send water flying back at Fred, abruptly cutting off his laughter.

“Oh really?” he asked mockingly, sending a wave of water back at you, only for you to return a wave as well.

Soon enough, water was flying in all directions as you each tried to splash each other as fast as you could, the sound of both of your laughs echoing off the walls. 

You were splashing as fast as you could, looking away to avoid getting hit in the face as you aimed blindly, only stopping when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your middle and spin you around.

“Got cha!” Fred yelled, your arms landing around his neck to stabilize yourself as you shouted in surprise.

Fred stopped spinning, allowing the both of you to calm down and catch your breath, which made your heartbeat pick up at the realization of the position you were in. Your bodies pressed together as his arms remained around your waist, and yours around his neck.

You pulled back a bit to look at him, meeting his gaze before his eyes wandered down to your mouth, yours doing the same before he finally pulled you closer, and connected his lips to yours.

You responded instantly, moving your lips with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His arms moved downwards to hold you by your ass as he walked you over to the side of the pool, pressing you up against the wall.

He tugged at your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss and allow his tongue to explore your mouth. You moved a hand up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the wet, fiery strands, and deepening the kiss even further. His hard length pressed against you, and your hands began traveling down his chest.

He suddenly pulled away making you open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, a soft look in his eyes.

You nodded.

Fred moved his lips to just below your ear, hovering just over the skin. “I need to hear you princess”

“Please, I need you Freddie” You whined, gasping as his lips came in contact with your neck.

He continued his attack on your neck as his hand moved in between you, dipping into your bikini bottoms before sliding his fingers through your folds. Your breath hitched as he slid two fingers into you, slowly pumping them in an out as his thumb drew circled over your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening as he began to speed up.

“Fred, I need you inside of me” You sighed, whining as he removed his fingers. His hands moved to lower his shorts a bit letting his cock spring free, moving your bikini bottoms to the side before gliding through your folds.

"You ready?” He asked, causing you to nod. “With your words princess”

“Please Fred just fuck me” You practically begged, before moaning as he slowly filled you up, his size stretching you out slightly.

He waited a moment, allowing you to adjust before you finally nodded, allowing him to move. He slowly pulled out half way, before thrusting back into you, repeating the action and picking up speed with each thrust.

You bit your lip to try and suppress your moans, but Fred wasn’t having any of it.

“None of that princess” He said, stopping his movements and making you whine “I want to hear you screaming my name when you come, got it?” He asked, still refusing to move.

“Ok fine, please just move-ah!” You gasped loudly as he started thrusting into you, much faster than before.

Water sloshed around you as he pounded into you, your back scratching against to tile with each thrust but you didn’t care. His cock hit that one spot perfectly with each stroke, tightening the coil in your stomach more and more. 

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well” Fred breathed into your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan. “I can’t hear you princess”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, beginning to rub fast circles around your bungle of nerves, causing the coil in your stomach to finally snap, sending you over the edge, while screaming Fred's name over and over again.

Fred continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm, his thrusts eventually becoming sloppy before he stilled inside of you, painting your walls as he came.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath as you came down from your high. Fred pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pulled out, causing you to sigh at the empty feeling before moving both of your bottoms to their original place.

A wave of insecurity suddenly washed over you. Was this a one time thing? Was he still mad that I hid this from him? Does he want to just be friends with benefits? does he-

“Hey, what’s happening” Fred asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, a curious expression on his face.

“Um...” You started, setting yourself up for the possibility of rejection. “Was this a one time thing? Because, if it is I don’t want to-”

Fred cut you off by gently grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours, silencing all the insecure thoughts running through your mind.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you since fourth year, I really hope this isn’t a one time thing” He said, making you smile.

“Since fourth year?” You asked, causing his face to blush a bit.

“Well, yeah” He replied sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve liked you since third year, so I guess I like you more” You joked, causing him to let out a gasp.

“Not possible, I like you way more than you like me” He argued, to which you shook your head.

“Nope, I win, hands down” You responded, folding your arms matter of factely.

“How about, we go shower off, and I show you how much I like you?” Fred asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Challenge accepted” You replied, all the while you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

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A/N: UMMMM ok??? Pool sex. With Fred Weasley??? Am I obsessed with this concept? Yes. Is it healthy, probably not but its not hurting anyone so I’m a keep doing it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it, feel free to leave any suggestions or feedback. I love you all! ALSO IF YOU KNOW OF ANY FRED POOL SMUT PLEASE TAG ME OMG

[wonder-kid-pugh]

This isn't Funny - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Not really up to my usual standard but I thought I would post it anyways? Hope you like it.

April 1st also known as the worst day of the year for Rose Lavelle.

The day was just an absolute pain for the midfielder. It didn't help that being apart of the Uswnt also meant putting up with the multitude of pranks that you risk the chance of stumbling apun. Being teammates with people like Sonnet, Kelley and Pinoe didn't help either.

But they were nothing compared to Y/n

Y/n L/n, Rose's beautiful, lovely girlfriend was the worst prankster on the team. No one was safe from her pranks not even Rose herself. Rose was able to reel her in once they started dating minimizing the amount of pranks she pulled. She was able to keep her in line with the threat of no cuddles or kisses. It did help that Y/n's love language was touch and she would absolutely die if she didn't get her daily cuddles from her girlfriend.

But April Fool's was an entirely different story

April fool's day was the only day she had complete uncontrollable reign over her pranks. Within reason. Rose wasn't that dumb to not to set some ground rules. So when this camp happened to roll around on April 1st it was safe to say that everyone was on high alert for one of Y/n's pranks.

Rose gently cracked open the door to the meal room. She pushed open the door fully before quickly stepping out of the door frame. But she scrunches her face when nothing happens. "It's all clear!" She hears someone inside the room.

Rose pokes her head in to see the majority of the team are down eating breakfast. Rose walks in septical of the lack of pranks, "Nothing?" Becky shrugs, "We already checked the entire room as far as we know it's prank free". Rose frowns before shaking her head, "That's not possible. Y/n loves classic pranks there's no way she didn't at least put a bucket above the door or something!"

"Maybe she slept in too late to set it up" Alyssa suggests sipping her coffee. With a quick scan of the room Rose shakes her head again, "She was already gone when I woke up I thought she would be down here". Carli hums, "Now that you mention it. It does seem too quiet down here". Christen sends the midfielder a reassuring smile, "I'm sure she's fine Rose. I'd say she's just setting up some elaborate prank to pull on the team". Rose hesitantly nods, "Yeah probably".

Waving goodbye to the older players of the team she quickly grabs some food before heading over to her usual table. "Hey Rosie" Mal hums as she sits down across from her. "Hi" she says back while digging into her scrambled eggs. "Where's the devil you call a girlfriend?" Kelley asks.

Kelley, Sonnet, Pinoe and Ash were common targets of Y/n's pranks. Purely because when she first joined the team they saw her as the perfect target for their pranks. So Y/n saw this as payback and as it as justice for all the times they pranked the rest of the team. Rose secretly knew it was because she was staking her claim as best prankster on the team but she wouldn't tell them that and start a prank war because that wouldn't end well for anyone.

Rose bites the inside of her cheek, "I don't know..." Lindsey groans, "She's probably out setting up all her pranks for today". Mal pouts, "I hate April Fool's Day. I somehow always stumble into one of her pranks".

She did. She always somehow finds a way of walking into one of Y/n's pranks meant for someone else by accident. Like the time she borrowed Lindsey's hairdryer only to get a face full of flour.

They started strategizing straight away. It was common knowledge that Y/n loved classic pranks, all the old school ones. She always made sure to pull at least one every year. But then she always upped the antee with a more elaborate prank which would leave the team in stitches on whichever poor soul happened to stumble into it.

But as they started discussing ways of avoiding Y/n's pranks, Rose couldn't help but feel nervous. By the sounds of it no one had seen the forward yet today and that didn't sit well with Rose. Hoping to ease her nerves, she texted her hoping to at least know she was okay wherever she was. But as it was getting closer to the end of breakfast and there was still no sign of her and still no text telling her whereabouts, that's when Rose started to freak out slightly.

"You okay Rose? You seem really fidgety today?" Alex asked as she passed the midfielder who kept glancing at the door. Rose bites her lip, "I'm fine it's just I haven't seen Y/n all day". Alex gives her a small smile, "I'm sure she's fine she's probably setting up some pranks somewhere". Alex balances Charlie on her hip, "I just hope she doesn't have anything planned for me". Rose waves her off, "She doesn't. She said she didn't want to risk Charlie getting caught in the crossfire and thought you earned a break with your pregnancy and all". Alex grins and at the mention of Y/n, Charlie started to gurgle happily while clapping her hands.

Kelley whines, "What? That's no fair!" "Just because Charlie has Y/n wrapped around her finger..." Sonnet grumbles. Rose rolls her eyes at the two but Alex purses her lips. "Now that you mention it, it is weird...Y/n promised to take Charlie today while I organized some business stuff" Alex say to Rose. Now this causes Rose to frown.

One thing that everyone knew was that Y/n adored Charlie. She absolutely loves the child. She was always the first to volunteer to babysit her to give Alex some time off. And Charlie was always happy to see Y/n. It was extremely cute to see the two interact and it was clear that Y/n would do anything for the littlest Morgan.

And Rose wasn't going to lie, seeing Y/n with Charlie gave her major baby fever and found it extremely attractive.

Now this causes Rose to frown, "What? That doesn't make sense. Y/n never misses a chance to play with Charlie..."  Alex shrugs, "All I know is Y/n said she would take Charlie after breakfast". This didn't ease any of Rose's nerves.

Mal sends her friend a reassuring smile, "I'm sure she's fine Rose. Maybe she just forgot. You know how she gets on April Fool's". Rose sighs, "Yes but she would never forget about hanging out with Charlie. And she still hasn't answered any of my texts".

"Okay how about this. We give it an hour and if Y/n still hasn't shown up, we have a look around for her" Sam proposes. Rose bites her lip but nods, "Fine".

But one hour turns into two and Y/n still hadn't showed up. And even after searching the entire hotel, none of the team had found their missing teammate. "Nothing?" Rose asks as Christen, Tobin, Becky and Alyssa, the last group walk in. But they all shake their heads. "Sorry Rose still no sight of her" Tobin sighs.

"There isn't even a sign of a prank anywhere" Pinoe frowns. "That's unheard of for Y/n" Crystal comments. "She still won't answer her phone" Tierna sighs after trying to call the forward again. Everyone was quiet wondering where their lost teammate could be.

"Okay hear me out" Sonnet starts causing everyone to look at her, "could this be some complex prank Y/n planned? To get us all worried about her 'missing'" But Rose was quick to answer.

"No she wouldn't do that. She loves pranks but she wouldn't take it this far" Rose says adamantly. "Has anyone tried her apartment?" Christen asked. They all look between each other.

Christen sighs, "Okay let's go". Rose bolts up and is already out the door before anyone could stop her. Thankfully camp was in Utah this month. And due to Y/n playing for the Royals she had an apartment here for during the season.

Rose had a spare key just in case of emergencies which she decided this was one of them. But even as they walked in, Rose already knew she wasn't there. Y/n had a thing with silence. She grew up in a house with 4 brothers. She never got a bit of peace and quiet. She hated silence. It's a reason Y/n always carried earphones with her. When things get too quiet she starts playing music to fill the void. So when Rose walked into a quiet apartment she knew Y/n wasn't here.

Rose takes this time to try and call her again. But she sighs when the call rings out and goes to voicemail. When the voicemail beeps Rose sighs and rubs her temple, "C'mon Y/n this isn't funny anymore. I'm really worried about you. Please call me back". She ends the call and looks around the apartment for any clues where her girlfriend could be.

Christen and the others just send her sad looks though when they search the entire apartment but find no trace of the girl. Rose felt like tearing her hair out.

But then her phone rang

She didn't even check it before she was fumbling to answer it, "Y/n?!" But instead of the cheerful voice of her girlfriend, she heard a woman speak down the phone, "Is this Rose Lavelle?" Rose squeezes the phone tighter, "Yes this is she". "I'm calling as you are the emergency contact for Y/n L/n. She was brought in earlier today for a head injury".

Rose clasped her hand over her mouth trying to stop the gasp from leaving her mouth. "Is she okay?" "She's okay. A little roughed up but she'll be fine". Rose lets out a small sigh of relief, "What hospital?" After finding out what hospital she was at and telling the team they were quickly off again. Rose was already jumping from the car before Tobin had even come to a complete stop.

Rose rushes up to the reception, "Uh hi I'm the emergency contact for Y/n L/n. I got a call she was here?" The nurse nods and checks the computer before smiling at the midfielder, "If you would follow me".

Rose followed closely behind her. When she walks into the room she sees Y/n smiling dopely at her, "Hi!" Rose stares at her stunned for a second before she takes three quick strides to her girlfriend.

"Ow!"

Y/n pouts as she rubs her arm that Rose just hit, "Why would you hit me? I'm literally in a hospital!" Rose sniffles as she slaps her arm again, "Do you know how worried I was? Why haven't you been answering your phone?" She  frowns as she takes Rose's hand in her, mostly to make sure she didn't hit her again, "My phone is shattered I couldn't answer it the screen was too destroyed".

Rose's eyes drifted up to Y/n's forehead to see stitches above her right eye and a bruise blooming on her jaw. Her hand lifted up to touch her forehead but Y/n flinched away. Rose frowns, "What happened?" Y/n pursued her lips, "I was jumped when I went out this morning to get supplies for April Fool's".

Rose frowns as her hand grazed over her bruising jaw but this time she doesn't flinch away and instead nuzzles into her touch. "I'm sorry for worrying you" Y/n whispers kissing the pad of Rose's thumb affectionately. Rose shakes her head, "I'm just glad your okay".

Y/n grins at her girlfriend, "I know it looks bad but I totally kicked their asses". Rose couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sure you did babe". Y/n raises an eyebrow, "Seriously I totally had them. They got lucky that there was two of them and they caught me off guard. Otherwise it would be them here and not me". Rose giggles and kisses her forehead gently, "Whatever you say tough guy".

"You know we would have enjoyed our prank free day if we weren't so worried about you" Sonnett teases. Everyone laughs while Y/n pouts, "I can't believe I missed April Fool's Day! I had so many good pranks planned!" The older players shook their heads at her while the younger players silently cheered at they wouldn't fall victim to her pranks.

"I know you missed April Fool's Day but I might know something that would cheer you up" Alex says stepping forward. Y/n's smile immediately brightens as she sees who sees the small child in Alex's arms, "Charlie!" The littlest member of the Carrasco Morgan Family gurgled and babbled happily and made grabby hands at the forward.

The team watch as Y/n blows a raspberry against the child's cheek causing her to sequel. They watched happily as their now found teammate plays with the small child. Rose couldn't stop the smile spreads across her face as she watches her girlfriend play with  Charlie. She couldn't help but think how great Y/n was with kids. Even though she scared the shit out of her today.

The one thing Rose did know was Y/n would be a great mother.