#closer to how Nerds in this game dress

[seaseren]

Having trouble making a femhroth a vibe with but got some cc pics of the other options to just. sorta rotate for a while

Ok now that Chiaki is gonna take a break for a while for their mental health, trying to figure out who my next alt should be

1. Continue on Liamaine and try my best to conquer cringe

2. Make me learn how to tank with Alan de Gagnon!

3. Make the Sharlyans deal with Tha'li Rivers, fake Archon

4. Manny the loporitt in disguise! I could also go for the name Ven, from Adventuringway.

5. Make me learn how to tank with Eyrithota, the alt universe Entlona who has a different but no less potent set of emotional problems!

6. Make a femhroth I like and just vibe w em

[artdolliewishes]

Imagine female Yuu having to cross dress to avoid unnecessary trouble at NRC and Idia finds out through Ortho. Because I can see Ortho finding out if Yuu ever got a minor injury and he was around to play nurse, knowing him he’d do a quick full body scan and find a very high amount of estrogen in her system.

And he blabs to Idia because he’s a snitch who doesn’t keep anything from his brother; if you tell a secret to him, you’re basically telling it to them.

Once Idia finds out, his mind INSTANTLY goes to those otome games and fanfics and gacha life videos about a girl in all boys school. He always thought those were just fun fantasies, but upon seeing that exact scenario happening in real life he becomes curious.

Prior to this, Idia probably wouldn’t think much about Yuu. To him, she was just the odd magicless guy his brother would occasionally run into; the most interesting thing about her was her cat, in his eyes. But now that he knows about her secret, he becomes heavily invested in her school life, he wants to see how this is going to turn out.

He doesn’t exactly stalk Yuu, it’s not like he’s putting cameras in Ramshackle or listening devices in her bag, it’s more like he just pays extra close attention to her when he has the chance, such as during joint classes and lunch. And since Ortho and her are on amicable terms, he encourages Ortho to spill any gossip he learns when around her.

To Idia’s surprise and delight, things end up matching up almost perfectly with what he’s come to expect from these kinds of plots. The ones close to Yuu, who seem to be privy to her secret from what he’s gathered, are all either falling in love or have already been in love. They’re extra protective of her, they’re affectionate and soft with her, and they get jealous when she gives too much of her attention to any one of them.

Idia knows about the overblot incidents, so of course he’d see the pattern in who starts getting closer. Every time someone overblots, Yuu will be there to help and both the overblotter and some other select people in their dorm will begin to fall. It’s a classic pattern.

At this point, Idia would simply see himself as an observer peeking in on this story and, therefore, he can’t be affected by Yuu. He’s not a love target in her story, he’s a side character.

It doesn’t matter that he’s occasionally run in with Yuu and each time he has she’s been a true friend to an introvert like him by making his anxious ass feel comfortable. It doesn’t matter because he’s aware of what’s happening and thus he can’t be affected.

But then he also overblots, and just like before she was there to help pick up the pieces. After that they ended up talking and Idia gets to know more about Yuu, more than he could learn by just observing.

Before long, he’s actually looking forward to seeing her again, to nerding out about his favorite anime’s with her in person because she’s always such a good listener. He’s looking at his manga and game collections and thinking about what she would like.

Idia doesn’t even realize his hearts been skipping beats when she’s around until one day when he’s in class and she walks in. Like a dog hearing their owner walk through the front door, his gaze shoots up and instantly that class gets fifty times more bearable with her around.

…And then he looks around and every other “main character” has had the same reaction.

Which means that he’s also a captured love target, just like them…

Oh how the turn tables for a dating sim loving nerd like himself

[b2cute]

nerd!matt x popular!gf

HCS/FICS??

NERD!MATT x POPULAR!GF

warnings: slight smut, cussing

a/n: first time doing head cannoned let’s gooo! lmk if u guys want any more and reminder that requests are open!

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sfw:

• you guys for sure met each other in the school library. you were looking at books for an upcoming project and matt sat alone, during lunch

• you thought he was cute, instantly recognizing him from your class, and asked him for help to which his cheeks grew red, but agreed anyway

•the more you went over to matt’s house, the closer you guys got, eventually meeting his brothers and going on dates

•one time matt forgot his wallet when out at dairy queen and insisted on making up for it by kissing you until you forgave him, you were never upset and loved treating him, but his kisses were so innocent and sweet, so you acted upset

• matt loves teaching you new concepts in any subject, especially all curled up by your side. he loves when your sitting on the beanbag in his bedroom and he’s curled up on your side, glasses slightly tilted down, and a textbook in his hand

•matt’s favorite treat is seeing you do good on a test, it reminds him of how capable you are and feels as if he too got an A

•when around your friends, matt gets nervous that everyone will laugh at him, the way he dresses, and how he stutters, but you always reassure him with a quick “don’t worry, baby, anything happens i’m here to stop it okay?” your reassurance calms him down as his hand creeps up to yours, instantly interlocking them

•matt was completely wrong, your friends absolutely loving him. the guys teaching him how to properly take shots, and even showing how to smoke without coughing, all of them clicking even though they had nothing in common

•the girls loved the shyness and softer side of matt, the way he follows you around, and gets too nervous to make convo with another girl, afraid of upsetting you which you don’t mind. they enjoy having sleepovers with you and seeing the way your smile glows and your screen lights up with matt’s phone across the screen

•you got along with nick and chris as well, both of them teaching you how to tell them apart, and going out with you and matt occasionally. chris loved that you played video games, running the craziest match of whatever game is trending. nick enjoyed sharing a similar music taste, going to concerts together and sleeping over together, matt of course getting upset that your not with him

nsfw:

•begs for a release after studying all day. you guys managed to throw the books aside and have some fun. matt sits on the edge of your desk chair, you on your knees sucking and jerking his cock. “p-please y/n i’ve been good”

•gets shy when wanting to learn how to eat you out did the first time. he doesn’t know how to ask you without making it weird, so he asks as a math equation with the answer being, y= u4dinner.

•matt loves when you sit on his face, especially after seeing you at school, dressed in a revealing top and shorts. his eyes never left your body, leaving his hard in the school bathroom to jerk off to your memory. he will hook his arms around your thighs and sucks on your clot like a starved man. “just like that m-matt, so good to me mmghf”

•matt secretly loves when you let him take control. he craves your begs to cum and having you underneath him. matt’s favorite thing is the sight of your tits bouncing up and down when he’s fucking so hard into you, his glasses on the bridge of his nose and his button up halfway down.

•study session at the library when chris and nick are home quickly escalate when you steal matt’s glasses, but weirdly, it turns him on. you notice a change in his conversation and take him to the back where so one can see you guys, and ride him. “gotta stay quiet matt, c-can’t let anyone hear. you whisper but the only thing coming from matt was a string of groans

•when you’re on top of matt, he sits against the wooden headboard, holding your waist. his eyes turn to the side when he gets close, making your hands grip his chin so you can look at him “eyes on me matt, wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum”

•when a late night study sesh finally ends, matt is left exhausted, so you agree to let him sleep the night. what you didn’t expect is to wake up to his moans and cries to what looked like a wet dream. you laughed to yourself and snuck a hand underneath the waistband of his boxers, slowly pumping up and down matt’s length. his moans became louder and cries became whinier before releasing all over your sheets and hand.

•moments later matt wakes up to see your hand still covered in his release, lying on his bare chest and your leg lazily over his. your boobs were pushed together and your ass was practically out in your shorts, only making him hard again.

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[gojozballs]

Gojo x Reader "Yandere Nerd"

Warnings:[This story contains themes of Yandere behavior, obsession, manipulation, stalking, violence, mentions of suicide, and kidnapping]

Materialist

A brilliant but shy and obsessive nerd, Satoru falls hopelessly for Y/N a bold, popular, and effortlessly cool girl leading him down a dark path of unrelenting devotion and desperation as he fights to keep her, no matter the cost.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who, despite giving off weird, nerdy loner vibes, still inexplicably attracts a group of girls intrigued by his quiet intensity. But the only girl he has eyes for, Y/N, thinks of him as nothing more than a harmless joke.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who reluctantly agrees to tutor Y/N in subjects she struggles with. Yet, every time she laughs with those jocks she hangs out with, Satoru’s mind churns with bitter thoughts, calling her a "stupid, dumb girl" for wasting her time on "muscle-bound idiots."

Yandere Nerd Satoru who leaks precum during their tutoring sessions in the library, his body betraying him as he’s overcome with arousal. He inhales her scent discreetly, aching to touch but unable to do anything more, confined by the knowledge that she sees him as a joke.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who clings desperately to the last shreds of his resistance against his growing obsession until the day Y/N starts flirting with him.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who stutters and sweats when Y/N leans closer and murmurs, “Satoru, you know you look really attractive without your glasses.”

“O-oh, you th-think s-so?” he stammers, letting her slip the glasses off his face and put them on herself. Something inside him snaps awake as he watches her playful smile.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who basks in the sweet, newfound attention Y/N lavishes on him—her legs brushing his under the table, the way she sits closer than necessary, her invitations to eat out together. Each moment feels like a fantasy come to life.

Yandere Nerd Satoru whose heart nearly bursts when Y/N invites him to tutor her at her house for the first time. His breath hitches as, mid-study, she takes his hand and rests it on her thigh. Despite his trembling nerves, his hand instinctively caresses upward until she whispers, “How about we take a break, Satoru?”

It begins with passionate kisses, Y/N straddling his lap, grinding against him. Satoru whimpers, overwhelmed as Y/N threads her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back to kiss and suck on his neck. His glasses lay forgotten on the table as he clutches her tighter, losing himself in the moment.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who, after that night, begins opening up to Y/N, sharing secrets he’s never told anyone about his wealthy but neglectful family, the tragic death of his best friend Suguru, and how it isolated him from the world. Y/N holds him in her bed, stroking his hair as he cries. “Oh, Satoru, you have me now,” she whispers, kissing him softly, pulling him into another night of intimacy.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who glows with pride as Y/N’s boyfriend, indulging her every whim. He spends his hefty weekly allowance on her, buying dresses, jewelry, and even contemplating a car just to see her squeal with delight.

Yandere Nerd Satoru had always let the girls walk all over him, quietly tolerating their attention. But when you walked in and pouted, "I'm jealous, Toru..." everything changed. His eyes darkened, and with a sharp, possessive glare, he made sure every girl around him knew: No one dared speak to him again.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who eagerly does Y/N’s homework and thesis so she can relax and play games with her friends. He doesn’t mind; her smile makes it all worthwhile.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who treasures their playful moments, like when Y/N teases him about their first meeting. “I’m so glad you were so stupid, or we’d never have met,” he jokes, earning a playful punch on the shoulder. “Silly Satoru, you just like me that much,” she laughs, and his world feels perfect.

Until it doesn’t.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who grows worried when Y/N starts distancing herself. He brushes it off, thinking she’s just upset, and showers her with flowers and gifts to win her back.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who cries himself to sleep when they fight, coming to school with puffy eyes after Y/N ignores his desperate apologies.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who sneaks into Y/N’s backyard one night after she dismisses him with an annoyed “You’ll see tomorrow.” He watches her through her window until 3 a.m., yearning for the affection she once gave so freely.

Yandere nerd Satoru whose heart shatters when he arrives at school to find intimate details about him being the talk of the campus. Mocking whispers follow him everywhere. “Poor baby Satoru,” they jeer. “Will you do my homework too? I’ll make out with you!”

Yandere nerd Satoru who refuses to believe Y/N is behind it, clinging to the hope that their connection was real.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who finally spots Y/N at lunch, only to see her making out with one of the jocks. Rage consumes him.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who storms over, the canteen falling silent as he punches the jock square in the face. “Get your filthy hands off her!” he snarls, trembling with fury.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who, despite Y/N openly mocking him and spitting on him, lets it all slide because he believes it’s just a phase. “Soon enough, she’ll come back to me,” he tells himself.

Yandere Nerd Satoru who, for the first time in his life, threatens his parents with suicide unless they kidnap Y/N and bring her to their secluded estate. His parents, terrified of losing their genius heir to their multi-billion-dollar empire, have no choice but to comply.

And so, Y/N wakes up in a lavish mansion, with Satoru smiling down at her. “Now, you’ll never leave me,” he whispers, his glasses glinting as he leans in for a kiss.

[wettvagina]

UNI FUCKBOYS!

description: like we all know geto & gojo are just the infamous duo that everybody and they mama wannna fuck , what happens when you get stuck with the both of them after a stupid dare at a college party?

warnings: threesome , p in v , blowjob ,

You took another sip of tequila as you had lost the second time that night to whatever stupid drinking game your friends were playing at this lame ass party, "Okay, maybe we should stop, I really do not wanna black out." you sighed, crossing your legs as you sat back, "This is so boring, I thought college parties were supposed to be fun." Shoko groaned, "Let's go home." Nanami grunted, his low deep voice barely audiable.

"What? We can't go home now, it's only 10!" you stand up, coming closer to both Shoko and Nanami who were leaning on a nearby counter, "And?" Nanami questioned, "We'll look super lame!" you said, "Well this party is lame anyways." Nanami scoffed, "Listen, this is our first college party, you should be grateful I even scored an invite." you protested, "Let's look around and get the hang of things." you offered.

You and your pair of friends were freshmen in Jujustu College, trying to break out of the boring nerd characters you three had caged yourself in, you presented the idea of a party. The week had just ended, and this whimsical Friday you wore your sexiest dress, and painted on your boldest eyeshadow. Geared up to conquer your first college party.

"Hey! You three down for spin the bottle?" a tall man with piercing blue eyes and white hair asked, "Uhm-" Nanami looked with a face of disgust, "Sure!" you cheered, "Perfect! Follow me." the white haired man's hand found your shoulder as he ushered you to a room.

Upon entering, you noticed that this was someone's bedroom, the music was relatively louder in this room, you assumed it was due to the speaker being in this room. The room was lit by a pair of LED strips parallel to eachother, there were about ten people in this room, two of the ten were gulping down a bottle of beer to use as the bottle in, 'spin the bottle'.

"Shoko?" you whispered, the white haired, pale man barely paying attention to you, walked ahead as you looked back, seeing Shoko and Nanami give you a look. You lightly smiled at them before sitting down, "Alright, finally. Let's start." a blue haired woman begun. "Now, this isn't normal spin the bottle, who ever the bottle lands on has to do a dare, you sure you still up for this?" the white haired man asked, you nodded excessively as you observed the white haired man looking at you up and down.

"Well, I'll let you spin first. And your friend can give you a dare." the white haired man explained, taking a seat next to a larger man with long black hair, and a pair of black circular earrings, you felt yourself blush when the man looked at you, whispering something into the white haired man's ear before giggling.

You wiped your sweaty hand onto your dress before spinning the bottle, sounds of people talking paired with the booming music in the room bombarded your hearing as the bottle spinned, it felt like forever as the neck of the bottle spun in circles, eventually landing between the white haired man and the black haired man.

"Looks like you got both of us." the black haired man snickered, "How lucky, Suguru." the white haired man spoke, three pairs of eyes darted towards Shoko, as she composed a dare in her head. "Uhhh." her brain looked like it had went blank, "Uh, I dunno' go to the bathroom for five minutes.'' she said with a shrug, your eyes widened and your face scrunched, 'oh shit' you cursed to yourself, maybe you really should've just went home when Nanami said to, this is going to be the most awkward five minutes of your life. Thanks so much Shoko!

You bit your lip before standing, "Satoru." you heared the black haired man say as he grabbed something from his pocket and discretely passed it to the white haired man, which you guessed was named Satoru. A puzzled look was displayed on your face, but it was quickly wiped off when the entire room begun talking, you could barely make out the conversation since everyone's voices were layered but by the looks of Shoko's and Nanami's face you knew it wasn't something good.

You watched as Nanami quickly arose, before a door was shut in your face, you didn't even notice that you had already entered the bathroom along with two georgous looking men, the room smelled like vanilla, the room was simple, a toilet there, a sink here and a shower in the corner. You nodded to yourself before facing the two men infront of you.

"Uhm, nice house." you muster up some sort of courage to say, "Oh." the dark haired man said as he looked at Satoru, "This isn't our house." he mentioned, "I'm Geto Suguru." he said with a generous hand out to shake, you quickly took his hand, his warm skin felt somewhat comforting as his eyes raked your body.

"And I'm his way better looking ,best friend, Gojo Satoru." Gojo said with his eblow resting on Geto's shoulder, you giggled as the white haired man introduced himself, "But I suppose you already know who we are." Gojo said with a wide grin, "Uhm, no actually, I'm a freshman here." you inform them, "Ah- makes sense." Gojo mentioned, "If you weren't I would've noticed you way earlier. Your face is just..." Gojo explained, "Eye catching." he continued.

"Oh, thank you." you smiled, blush heating your face. "You're quite the looker as well." you began, "You both are." you say, and now both of them looked at you smiling before looking at one another. "This your first party?" Suguru asks, leaning on the sink, "Yeah, well my first college party." you announce with a soft smile, "Oh, I see." Geto nods to himself while Gojo looks a bit hyper as he leans on the door behind you.

"Say, you wanna try something?" Gojo asks while his hands ghost over your waist, "Huh?" your eyes widen and your heartbeat fastens.

And there you were, getting your pussy pounded from the back, and taking dick down your throat. You decided five minutes ago that this topped every single highschool party and every future party to come.

Gojo stood behind you, hips rutting into you at a brisk pace, as he held onto your waist, Satoru stood infront of you, hand grabbing at your hair as he fucked your throat, your moans clogged with his cock, "Suguru, I want to hear her scream my name." Gojo groans as his cock slides in and out of your welcoming pussy, Geto's cock slides out of your throat, and you watch as he palms himself in front of you.

You pant before you began moaning in pleasure, you batted Geto's hand away from his own cock as you stroked it yourself, groaning and whining as Gojo slapped your ass, "Shit!" Gojo grunted as his hands dug deeper into the flesh of your hips, you felt Geto's hand hover over your head, before grabbing onto it, shoving his cock down your mouth.

Tears began forming in your eyes, you felt like if you were seeing stars by the stomach folding strokes Gojo was thrusting into you, you almost had asked him to take off the condom so you could feel his dick raw. "Feel good?" you hear Gojo say from behind you, you could only murmur onto Geto's cock as it occupied your mouth, Gojo pulled out his cock from your pussy, then re-entered with one hard thrust, causing you to jolt forward, slipping Geto's cock deeper into your throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you heard Geto groan, Gojo continued to ram his cock into your weeping pussy at an astonishing pace, Geto pulled his cock out, leaving the tip resting on your lips, your hand circled Geto's length as you pumped his cock, "Gonna' come all over your fuckin' face." he groaned and you begun stroking his cock faster.

"Oh- fuck! Right there." you whined out when Gojo bullied his cock into your g-spot, hitting all the right places, earning sweet noises from your mouth, to shut yourself up, you took Geto's cock back into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip as you looked up at him.

Gojo pressed down onto your back, causing you to arch as his cock moved in and out your pussy, "Gonna- come! Fuck!" Geto says and you feel his cock tensed as thick, white ropes of his come sprays onto your tongue, you look up at him with his eyebrows scrunched as his mouth made an 'o' shape, he panted heavily as you continued to stroke him while he was coming.

You moaned as you felt Gojo's dick tensed inside of you, Gojo buried his cock deep into your pussy with one final thrust as he came, groaning and grunting and the hold he hand on your hips intensified. "Shit." he panted, drawing his dick out of your pussy, removing the condom and discarding it in a nearby bin.

"You've been a good girl, you'll get to come." Geto coos as he gets on his knees, pinning you against the counter before swiping his tongue on your pussy, licking your puffy clit while his fingers prod at your tired hole. "Oh shit- I'm close." you whine, you hear Geto moan into your pussy as his tongue circles your clit, his lips press onto your sensitive nub and once you feel that you swore you saw stars, coming all over his face as you reached your climax, "Fuck, oh shit!" you cursed as you grabbed onto his hair, "Mhm, good job, princess." he praises as he watches your juices drip down your thigh.

[cxrsed-angel]

Mistress of Darkness (Eddie Munson x. Reader) Smut

Word count: 1k

Summary: you dress up as your dnd character to surprise eddie and he finds it very attractive

Warnings: oral (fem! receiving), fem!dom, uhhh fake blood?, slight choking, unprotected sex (p in v), slight mommy kink, m!sub.

A/n: i wrote this before eddie is a little nerd and would eat up fantasy role playing sex and i feel like it’s not talked about enough on here. also i’m not into fantasy or dnd so it might not be accurate sorry

Eddie had a rough couple of days at work, taking extra shifts at the mechanic since the two of you were trying to move into an apartment, so you decided to plan a little surprise for him. 

“Babe, are you here? Wayne said you before he left?” You hear Eddie come home an

“Yea, in your room!” you call out as you adjust your outfit a final time. You hear him walk towards his room, excited for his reaction. When Eddie walks in, he sees you in a long black dress with a red corset that pushes up your boobs, you did your makeup with a black and red eyeshadow and a long black wing, and you have costume blood dried around your mouth, and on your hands. It doesn't take him long to see you dressed up as your rare DnD character. 

You didn't know how to play and were confused hence why it was rare for your character to show up, but when she did, she was the villain, she was a powerful witch who was killed for her crimes but came back from the dead, and though her powers weren't the same, she was just as terrifying. She was originally gonna have the chance to eat different party members if they failed a checkpoint or chose the wrong move. Still, you said it was too dark for Ercia and the other kids, so Eddie dialed it back, just making you violent and not so blood-hungry. 

Eddie doesn't know what to say, amazed that you went into so much detail even though you didn't understand the game, he felt like his character had come to life, and he can't deny how attractive it was seeing you dressed like this. He walks towards you to touch you, but you smack his hands away. 

“Did I say you can touch me?” you ask, raising your eyebrows, trying to sound as cold and menacingly. Eddie's eyes widened at how you were in character; he couldn't help running him down your waist and staring at your boobs in the corset. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” you laugh at him, a little breaking character, but you quickly snapback. 

You grab his hands, forcing them off you. “Wow, you don't listen, do you?” you step close to him even though he is taller. Your demeanor and how you carried yourself intimidated him but also turned him on. You slowly push his chest, making him walk back to his bed and push him down on it. “I might have to show you who you are in charge of here, hmm?” you take his hands, placing them above the bed as you start taking his shirt off. 

“Woah, wait do you want me to go shower, sweetheart? I’m sure I smell like exhaust fumes and-” “SILENCE!” you raise your voice as you continue taking his shirt off; you lean down, whispering into his ear. “You speak when spoken to?” you sat up, straddling his waist, and continued taking his shirt off. “Or there will be consequences. You know I have a reputation for drinking men's blood when they don't listen.” You pause, leaning in closer to him. “Or when I'm bored, either one.” You touch the fake blood on your mouth, smirking. 

Eddie stares at you. His brown eyes are wide at how turned on he is. You bunch up your dress, showing your fishnets underneath, and he can't help but run his hands along your thighs. “Fuck, sweetheart, you're killing me here.” 

You shake your head, lightly wrapping your hands around the sides of his neck and squeezing it just a little, he feels the blood rush to his hard cock, and he closes his eyes, moaning slightly. 

You remove your hands from his neck and grab his hands off your thighs, pinning them above his head, “Mhm, you're a naughty boy, huh, Might have to punish you so you can listen, hmm?” 

Eddies face flushes red at your dominance since it's usually his role. “F-fuck me, baby; please touch me.” you shake your head, trying hard not to break character. 

“I'm not your baby, and I'll touch you when I think it's time.” You get off his lap, making him whine. You go over to his wall, grabbing his handcuffs. You swing them around your finger, looking hungrily at him, trying your best to remain the intimidating queen of the dead. 

“Strip,” you demand, holding in a chuckle watching as Eddie rushes to remove all his clothes. He lays back on the bed as you handcuff his hands above his head. You run your long red and black press-on nails down his chest, making him shudder until you reach his throbbing cock. “Shit honey, you really went all out on your nails, too” You smile at how cute he is, forgetting that you're trying your best to remain scary and sensual. You compose yourself as you run a nail down his sensitive cock. 

“Fuckk me, oh my god, you gonna make me cum right now” You shake your head, grabbing his full balls in your hands, squeezing them lightly, making him curse under his breath.  “jeeessuuss christ!”

“You’ll cum when I let you.” you give his cock a few strokes .“If I let you.” he squeezes his eyes shut, frustrated at your words.

“No, no, I’ll be good. I'll be a good boy. Please let me cum.” he begs as you lean down, slowly licking the tip of his dick, teasing him, and rubbing his balls in your hands. You feel yourself getting more aroused as his moans fill the room.

“Please, please let me fuck you, baby. You're so hot dressed like this.” He calls out. 

You fake pout, mocking sympathy. You lean in, grabbing his face. “You'll have to prove you're worthy of doing such a thing, or you’ll end up like the others.” you threaten, staying in character. 

You pull your underwear down, taking it off but keeping your dress on. Eddie watches you pull a small red knit from your bra and rip a hole in your tights, exposing your center. He lets out a small moan at your actions. You climb on his lap again, and Eddie sees where you’re getting at. 

“Fuuckk, I’ll prove it- prove it to you I’m worthy, please.” you continue climbing to your place, your soaking cunt over his face, sitting on it. He eagerly puts his lips on your clit, sucking it. You grab his hair tugging on it as pleasure takes over. You start slipping out of character as his tongue flicks across your dripping pussy. 

“Fuck Eddie right there!” You moan and start to grind against his tongue as he eats you out like he was starving, his tongue dipping into your cunt fucking you with it. 

You feel yourself getting closer, your orgasm approaching. “Im close, so close, EDDIE FUCK!” you cum over his face moaning his name loudly. 

You breathe deeply, coming down from your high as you get off Eddie's lips. He smiles at you, confident knowing that’s was one of his best, his face wet with your juices.

You get the handcuff off him, and he pulls you on top of him, kissing you passionately. When he pulls away, his hands can’t stop touching your body, the queen of the dead persona forgotten for a moment. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you look so hot like that. I swear, baby, you need to let me fuck you” You're about to nod until you remember your character. 

“Well, since you have proven you’re self, you’re worthy of fucking me.” he laughs as you fall back into character.

He nods “fuck thank you, Miss. I’ll be good. I'm a good boy.” 

You smile as you hike up dressed and slowly sink down onto his hard cock. You moan as he fills your sensitive pussy. He instantly grabs your hips so you don’t move. 

“Ahh….Wait-wait-fuck, you’re so tight; hold on, I almost came just now,” he says in a breathy moan trying to compose himself as best he can. 

You smile but slowly move around his cock, making him groan.

“That's cute. You think you’re in charge” You take his hands off your hips and start moving his hips faster, starting to move your hips up and down, his moans getting louder. 

“Ah! Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, please.” you continue moving his hips as you feel his hip thrusting into you, getting faster. You move your fingers, putting them into his mouth as he sucks on them. He moans more, and you can tell he's getting close. 

“You close?” he nods, his big eyes looking at you.

“So fucking close, sweetheart, please, please, can I cum?” you move your hip feeling your second orgasm close, and you remain in character, feeling the dominant side of you grow more as you continue riding him. You grab his chin, your long nails lightly scratching him, making him look at you. 

You shake your head. “You can beg better than that. I’m not sure you've been good enough to cum yet. You move your hips faster up and down his shaft and wrap your hands around his neck, lightly choking the sides of his neck once again. 

“Show me how much of a good boy you are.” he thrust one more time, as his hips still not moving, you feel his cum shoot inside you. 

“Mommy-mommy! AHH FUCK!, I’m cumming” he moans as his orgasm hits. You raise your eyebrows, hearing him call you mommy, instantly making you wetter as you watch him ride out his orgasm. 

“Holy shit Im-Im sorry, so sorry, you're just so hot,” he explains as you feel his cum still filling you. 

You nod “It's okay, it's. Okay, you did so good. I got a little carried away.” you laugh. You move the curls sticking to his forehead from sweat before going to lift off of him, but he holds your hips down. 

“Wait, I'm still-aaahhh- okay shit, sorry” You look at him, slightly surprised that he is still cumming. You slowly get off his hips feeling his cum drip down your thigh as you sit next to him, loosening your corset and taking off your costume. 

You look back at Eddie as he lays on his back, his stomach covered with his cum as he breathes deeply. “I think you really did kill me shit, sweetheart I don't think I've cum that hard in a while.” You grab one of his old shirts, putting it on, and lightly stroke his face and hair. 

“That was my first time being dominant; how was it?” he raised his eyebrows at the question. 

“How was it? You gotta make a new character if you plan on playing with us because I won't be able to even hear your character's name with cumming in my jeans, holy shit, that was amazing.” He breathes heavily, still recovering from his orgasm.

You smile, laughing “Well, maybe she’ll be our own private character, hmm?” 

You grab the tissues off his side table by his bed, wiping the cum off of him and yourself before grabbing a pair of shorts you left. 

You lay next to him as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“So, um..have you ever thought about pegging?” Eddie asks shyly, blushing a bit.

[syluscrows]

How about a story where Sylus discovers his just-started-dating s/o cosplays? She's a game nerd and her favorite characters are strong/tough women (showing my bias here but: Kafka from Honkai Star Rail, Arlecchino from Genshin Impact, Bayonetta, 2B from Nier Automata)

Thank you for your submission! I have to admit, I'm clueless about cosplaying, but I will try my best to write this! I wasn't sure if you wanted this to be smutty or not, so I just left it kinda subtly at the end!

So, you like to dress up? [Sylus x cosplayer!reader]

Tags: fluff, humour, subtle smut towards the end.

Of course, Sylus has been to your house many times before, and although he had interrupted you various times, unexpectedly dropping by countless times to the point you had to beg him to start knocking at your door. It was sweet that he often checked up on you, especially now that you two had made things official, but you hadn't figured out how to tell him about your hobbies yet.

Such a sophisticated, stuck up man.. you weren't sure how he would react.

You finally had an evening to yourself. No work to do, no plans with anyone, just you... and your cosplays. You couldn't help but feel a bit giddy, finally getting a moment to yourself to cosplay. You chose out one of your favourite cosplays - 2B from Nier: Automata .

Sitting down at your desk, you start doing your makeup, popping the contacts in before applying your lashes. You then popped the outfit on - The cute, black dress with the slit in the side, alongside her gloves, as you rolled the opaque stockings up your legs. You then put on the wig, adjusting it accordingly, before taking out your phone to take a photo.

A sudden voice fills the silent room, making you jump, almost dropping your phone. "Oh, my, what do we have here?" You turn around, to see Sylus standing in the doorway, that stupid smug expression on his face. "Sylus! I told you, you need to knock!" you said, feeling the overwhelming embarrassment of the situation flood over you. You hadn't even had a chance to explain cosplay to him yet, and here he is, seeing it in first person. What if he hates it! He's probably going to make fun of me!

"Sorry, sweetheart. I found myself in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pay you a visit- I didn't realise you were testing your disguises." He smirks again. You frown slightly at his assumption. You knew you needed to tell him what it really was, but he's so.. different to you. He doesn't seem like the kind to enjoy cosplay like you do... "No, Sylus its.. a costume- it's cosplay." You admit, feeling a slight lump in your chest as you await his reaction. "Cosplay?" He says curiously, inching closer slightly, as he grabs your chin to have a closer look at your face. "A costume of what, exactly?"

"It's a character.. from a game.. I know it's dumb but it's fun!" You say, feeling the awkward expression forming on your face. "And when did I call it dumb, hm?" He says again, still observing your outfit. "I quite like it- tell me more about your hobby in.. dressing up." You have to admit, him calling it 'dressing up' did irritate you a bit, but he wasn't very present online, let alone in fandoms. "Well.. it's fun.. I like cosplaying as tough women from games the most. It's kind of like a way to escape reality for a bit?" You explain, Sylus' amused face never faltering. "Tough women, although you are already tough yourself?" He questions. "Well- I guess I feel confident when I cosplay, I have a few others as well.."

Sylus listened closely - this was clearly new territory for him, you wouldn't expect a man of such high status to know much about this, after all. "Well, you'll have to show me the rest at some point, it is definitely a good look on you, sweetheart." You feel a bit more confident from his words, but you can't help but check, "You really don't think it's weird or anything? I thought you'd be embarrassed.." Sylus shakes his head, "You enjoy dressing up in your spare time, I enjoy reading, or singing. We all have hobbies, so why should I make you feel ashamed by that?". You can't help but smile when he says that - although his reaction is unexpected, you're relieved at how welcoming he is to this whole thing.

"I do however think that you should wear things like this more often, Hun, I like how this looks on you." He says, grabbing your waist, tracing his hands on the material of your dress, his eyes practically glued to the lacey window on your chest. Eventually, this whole ordeal ends up with him assisting you to take the cosplay off, in a less ideal way than you would've hoped for. a few rips which hurt your soul as they happened, but he immediately offered to buy you a better, new cosplay afterwards.

You end up spending the rest of the evening scrolling through your cosplay account, showing him your different cosplays, and although he looks so lost as you nerd out about the characters, the way he looks at you with soft eyes and a gentle gaze of admiration shows you that he absolutely loves this side of you.

(SORRY ITS A BIT SHORTER THAN I WANTED IT TO BE!)

[bloody-wonder]

2024 reading wrap up

january is almost over and yet the ghost of reading year past shall not rest untill i rank all the books👻📚

*the tiers are once again named after different things from the books featured on this list - see explanation below🙃 **the following series i read in full are represented only by one book respectively: doctrine of labyrinths, her instruments, the riverside trilogy, the memoirs of lady trent, the cemeteries of amalo, the stolen heir, the summer hikaru died, evander mills, page & sommers ***usually i don't rank rereads but since this year i had only two - the three musketeers and swordspoint - and they both ended up on the top tier i decided to add them for completeness' sake

so in 2024 i broke all my previous records in regards to the amount of books/pages read. my secret? being unemployed lol. but now that i have started my phd and got a full time job my reading is bound to decrease dramatically which is probably a good thing bc i feel like, while reading so much definitely helps you find more good books and authors faster, the downside is that stories stand out less, regardless of their quality. altho i do love every book i put on the top tier dearly, compared to the previous year's (smaller) selection this one seems quite homogeneous and sff focused. and 3 out of top 5 books/series are straight! who is responsible for this?!🤨

i did well on almost all my nerd ass challenges: finishing and continuing series, starting new ones, not neglecting standalone sff, reading widely in terms of genre and language, not putting off big intimidating books etc etc. i even completed my oldest challenge for the first time by finally managing to read five chunky classics in the span of one year - this won't be happening again any time soon😅 in the future i want to shift my focus to difficult historical novels instead bc i sure don't have enough brain space for both. where i "failed" on the other hand was reading nonfiction: i realized that no matter how much interest i have in the topic the only way i'm able to process factual information is if a trans youtuber dressed as a dominatrix or a cat or some sort of jester is telling it to me in an asmr voice. i'm not very good at encouraging myself to reread the things i want to reread either - hopefully that will change in 2025 so that i can finally reread aftg🪄

last year i tried blogging more about my current reads and it was fun while it lasted - now i sadly don't have time to do that anymore :( so my 2024 reading updates must remain unfinished. in any case, just by looking at this tier list i can come to the same conclusions i would've come to if i had reviewed each and every one of these books: niche sff is where it's at for me, older books are better written, and simply queer is not enough for me anymore - i need intricate mind games and rituals that transcend sexuality lol.

so if you know such books please rec them to me! and tell me about your reading year - by making a tier list, or writing a post or just sharing your fave 2024 reads like @oliviermiraarmstrongs tagged me to do. thank you btw😌💜

@figuringthengsout @fugitoidkry @pinkasrenzo @fandomreferencepending @counterwiddershins @magpiefngrl @sugarbabywenkexing @weirdsociology @theodoradove @doh-rae-me @venndaai @sixappleseeds

p.s. it just came to my knowledge that my year in books is still active. tagging everyone who wants to do this! :D

goodreads │ old yearly wrap ups 2020 2021 2022 2023 │ my book tag

✨explanation of the tier titles under the cut✨

obligation d'âme is a spell a wizard can cast on a person in sarah monette's doctrine of labyrinths that binds them "closer than lovers". it's very bdsm-coded and a tiny bit problematic bc the enchanted then has to do everything the wizard commands and they may or may not be referred to as slave🫢🙈 on the bright side tho it's very hot and gay🤷‍♀️ just like obligation d'âme these books have put me under their problematic spell🪄

peltedverse is the unofficial name of mca hogarth's sci fi universe populated by humans, human-animal hybrids, space elves and aliens, which has been steadily growing on me ever since i discovered the dreamhealers. in 2024 her instruments completely charmed me by its cast of loveable characters, wacky adventures and fairy-tale romance. it's not the best thought-out world but it has this home-cooked quality to it which i prefer to carefully calculated lore that makes 100% of sense all the time. and these books, while not as good as the ones in the upper tier, have still captured my heart😌

racallio ryndoon is an episodic character in george r.r. martin's fire & blood. he's a chaotic crossdressing bisexual pirate captain with purple hair who likes to be spanked by his wives, gives severed heads as a courting gift and will sell the right of safe passage through his waters for a kiss. all in all, a perfect character who is sadly present only for one short episode. i remember him fondly but i wish he had more to give - just like these books☠️🦜⛵

calliagnosia is a procedure ted chiang invented in his short story liking what you see: a documentary which enables people to turn off their perception of physical beauty - leading to less lookism-based discrimination at the cost of finding nobody hot lol (at least in their looks). the story follows the controversy around making calliagnosia obligatory in certain environments and just like the characters who can't seem to decide whether finding people hot or stopping discrimination is more important, i am of two minds on whether these books are actually good or not😅

gong bath is the preferred method of patient treatment of the sex therapist the main character of jen beagin's big swiss is working for. meaning: the patient rests on the couch while the therapist chants and strikes the gong he has in his office. just like gong bath, these books didn't harm me - but they didn't cure me either😐

the philosophers' colloquium is the crusty dusty male centered science academy that kept refusing to admit lady trent despite her outstanding contributions to the natural history of dragons😠 disappointing, overrated, ill-shampooed - just like these books🧐

life-sickness is something the inhabitants of hope mirrlees' lud-in-the-mist didn't realize they suffered from until they tried forbidden fairy fruit. these books were so disappointing, boring, annoying or offensive that they made me brain-sick, depressed and upset about the state of Literature😩

[ultram0th]

The very second Derek walked into the cramped, dimly lit room, he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes landing on the nerdy game board that rested on the tiny table in the center of the cramped room. Around the table stood three skinny guys along with Stiles, all of them dressed up in geeky cosplay— Stiles wore rubber elf ears.

Trying his best not to irk his boyfriend, Derek forced a smile on his face as he headed closer. “You almost done?” he asked Stiles, putting an arm around the human’s small shoulders.

Stiles, pursing his lips, shook his head. “I’m stuck at an obstacle and I don’t quite know how to defeat it,” he muttered, his eyes laser-focused on the tiny plastic figurines on the board.

Derek had never played Dungeons and Dragons before, so he was totally lost and didn’t really have much to offer his boyfriend in the way of advice. “That sucks,” he finally said, growing antsy and wanting to leave.

It was due to a combination of not having any interest whatsoever in Stiles’s fantasy game, and also because of the creepy stare he was garnering from some nerd dressed up in Halloween wizard clothes.

In fact, Derek couldn’t help but notice that the scrawny wizard’s stare was a little too intense for his liking, seeing the corners of his mouth slightly pull up to form a mischievous smirk.

“Stiles the Great,” a nerd who was dressed up in cat ears chimed, adding a fake accent to her voice, “doth thou desire’th to employ the usage of thine trusty steed?” She nodded at Derek, making him grimace.

Stiles, unfortunately, gasped loudly, indicating that he thought the nerd’s idea was a good one.

Derek’s broad shoulders fell and he knew that they’d be stuck in the cramped room for longer than he’d initially wanted.

“I run across my boyfriend, Derek the Hotness, and he uses his skills to defeat the aboleth—”

“Hold it!” the wizard interrupted, narrowing his gaze at Derek. “You can’t just add in another character midway without giving us his backstory!”

The others around the table murmured in agreement, making Stiles blush.

“Um,” he stalled as he tried to think up a backstory for Derek the Hotness, which Derek promised he’d bring up later that night, “Derek has twenty strength and—”

“What is he?” the wizard cut off again, making Derek swell down a growl.

Again, Stiles took a moment as he searched his mind for an answer, his eyes darting all over the board as he looked for an idea.

The wizard’s smirk grew even larger. “Why don’t you roll for it?” he suggested, reaching into his pockets and placing a ruby red die on the board. It shimmered under the faint light of the room, and the numbers on it had a glittery quality to it.

Stiles eagerly snatched the die off the board and shook it in his hand, even blowing on it for luck. “Fine!” he agreed. “With this die, I declare that Derek the Hotness is…” He tossed the die onto the board, letting it clatter around until it landed.

Eight.

The wizard cocked his head to the side, his smirk fully formed now. “It looks like Derek the Hotness is an orc,” he mused, snapping his fingers playfully.

At first, Derek cocked his eyebrow in wonder at the odd actions from the nerd. However, he was soon alerted to the tingling sensation that ran all over his body. His boyfriend gasped again, and Derek then noticed something terrible happening.

Holding his hands up in front of his face, Derek’s eyes widened when he saw his skin steadily darken to a greenish hue. Before he could further react, Derek tensed up as his body underwent further changes.

He couldn’t exactly see it firsthand, but all of Derek’s muscles began to inflate to obscene proportions. His arms packed on pounds of muscle, bulging with power. His chest grew to crazy proportions, tearing his shirt to shreds and further exposing his green muscles. His thighs widened and caused him to reposition his feet, his legs pushing against each other so much that his walk would now resemble something closer to a waddle. All of Derek’s muscles had pumped up, but they appeared more so for strength as opposed to aesthetic, as was evident by their rotundness and the lack of abs. Instead, his stomach had a powerlifter belly that hung over his tattered pants. Speaking of pants, the bulge in the front of them inflated and a large beer can-width snake crept down his pant leg. To top everything off, Derek’s lower jaw widened and dimples, looking large and cartoonish. His brow pushed forward, giving the hunk a brutish appearance. Finally, his lower canine teeth elongated and protruded out of his mouth, effectively giving Derek the appearance of a muscled up, dim-witted orc.

Stiles’s jaw hung low in silent shock as Derek swayed slightly to and fro.

Not understanding exactly what had just occurred, Derek shook his head and rubbed at his temples. “Uh,” he groaned, noting the much, much deeper quality to his voice, “Derek feel funny.” His eyes widened to the size of saucers, having intended to say that he felt weird, unsure as to why he’d sounded all slow and had spoken in the third person. Derek cleared his throat and tried again. “Why Derek talk funny?”

Finally, Stiles stomped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Derek’s green bicep. “Turn him back!” he ordered, narrowing his eyes at the wizard.

Derek shook his head, trying to clear it of the fog that seemed to be creeping up in it. He knew that something had definitely happened to him. However, he couldn’t stop but admire how cute his boyfriend looked and how perky his butt looked in his tight pants.

Without thinking, Derek wrapped both of his large arms around Stiles, grinding his enlarged cock against the tiny human. In his haze, Derek noticed something else. “Stiles…” he grunted in his baritone, “Stiles smaller?”

Stiles bit down on his lower lip, looking completely adorable as he did so, making Derek grind his hard cock into him even more.

The wizard continued to smirk. “Sorry Stiles the Great,” he mock-frowned, “the only way to turn him back is if you defeat the aboleth.” He gestured back down at the die.

“Fine!” Stiles shouted, snatching it back up off the board. “But let me warn you, once he’s back to regular self, I will personally kick your ass!”

[Fifteen Minutes Later]

“Yeah, sorry, I thought that I could win,” Stiles muttered, his head hanging low as he and Derek walked out of the house and towards the Jeep.

Derek lumbered as best as he could, trying hard to get the hang of waddling with his extra large, green muscles. His thighs kept rolling over one another, and his chest was so heavy that he had to arch his back in order to support his huge pecs. His muscle gut jiggled slightly with every step he took. However, his hard footlong cock waved tantalizingly in front of him, oozing precum at the sight of Stiles walking in front of him. Derek’s slowed mind struggled to piece everything together. He knew deep down that something had happened to him, but his brain was full of such lust for his tiny-looking boyfriend that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

“Stiles cute,” he gushed in his deep voice.

“Yeah thanks, but focus, Derek!” Stiles said as soon as they reached the Jeep. “We need to go to Deaton to see if he can fix this!” He hopped into the driver’s seat and looked at his orc boyfriend expectantly.

Derek struggled to get inside the Jeep, trying to get the hang of moving his muscled body. His broadened shoulders kept banging against the sides of the door, preventing him from getting in head on. His lower IQ prevented him from immediately turning to the side until Stiles coaxed him into it. Once he was inside, his massive arms and pecs kept getting the way of him fastening his seat belt, leaving the orc struggling with the tiny strap.

Derek cocked his eyebrow in wonder as he stared down at his inflated, green pecs. “Derek has big muscles!” he gasped, his eyes widening in shock. The surprise disappeared as soon as Derek looked over at Stiles. “Stiles cute.” His hard cock bobbed in front of him in the air, twitching with want.

“Well…” Stiles mused, “maybe we can go to Deaton in the morning.”

[gilbirda]

Friendly neighborhood vigilante. Chapter 22

BatmanxDP crossover. JasonxJazz

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“Forgive the mess,” Jason murmured as he carried Jazz into the room. “They did leave everything just like I left it, huh.”

Jazz lifted her head from its hiding place in the crook of Jason’s neck. She didn’t expect to be carried in his arms, and even if she should find it funny given how she got injured in the first place, she couldn’t deny it made her heart flutter a bit.

Jason’s childhood room was… what you’d expect from a teenager. It wasn’t messy, but clutter was everywhere — books, comics, more books and what she assumed was a handheld gaming device. Her eyes roamed over the Wonder Woman posters and pictures on the wall, spying a signature in a big one placed safely far from the window and sunlight.

Jason had always been a nerd.

She giggled.

“Cute.” She said, rubbing her cheek against his when he blushed.

“‘m not cute.” He contested halfheartedly. He huffed softly and walked closer to the bed, letting her down on the mattress. “Cass left some clothes for you.” he reached for the neatly folded pajamas and handed them to her. “Do you need help, or…?”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “I have a twisted ankle, I’m not unable to dress myself.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, I’ll change in the bathroom.” He walked towards the drawers, opened one and cursed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was fifteen years old when I last stepped into this room,” he pulled something from the drawer to show her, “and I was a small child.”

Jazz tried really hard to contain her laughter, but the tiny rock band t-shirt over his broad chest was just hilarious. She threw back her head and gave a hearty laugh, not worrying about if he saw her fangs for once.

He chuckled with her, turning back to check the rest of the drawers, rummaging around for a bit.

“Nothing?” She asked softly.

“Nope. And I’m not going to go back out and ask for clothes if I don’t really—” He stopped in his tracks, his cheeks blooming a bit of a blush.

Jazz picked up what he didn’t say. “Do you usually sleep naked?”

She watched his shoulders tense and how he consciously relaxed them before answering. “Yeah. Or just with some boxers or shorts on.” He pointedly wasn’t looking at her.

Okay.

Jazz hummed, controlling her thoughts and what to say. Was this one of those situations she had to be careful to navigate? She didn’t want to send the wrong signals and make the situation more uncomfortable than it needed to be — she knew he was not happy with their sleeping arrangements and Bruce’s pushiness was not welcomed.

“I don’t mind if you want to sleep in your underwear.” First step: vocalize. Don’t leave things unsaid, since not-saying things usually lead to misunderstandings, as she had come to learn.

Jason turned with a confused frown, finally looking at her in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Yeah. It’s okay.” Second: appear calm and collected, safe to be around. “It doesn’t bother me.”

She fiddled with the soft fabrics of the provided pajamas, distracting her hands as she waited for his reaction. What was he thinking? Did he consider this as her making some kind of move? They were going to share a bed for the first time, and she was trying very hard not to feel too self conscious about that fact.

“If you say so…” He finally nodded and walked closer to the desk on the other wall, picking up his stuff from his pockets — keys, wallet and phone — and placing it next to a book pile.

Jazz took this as her cue and picked up the pajamas, quickly hopping towards the ensuite bathroom before Jason caught her and told her she shouldn’t walk on her injured foot. When he finally realized she had made a run for it, she had already closed the door.

Jason dramatically sighed, making her giggle.

She made quick work of the clothes and put on Cass' pajamas, admiring how they flowed over her skin. She suspected some kind of silk blend, but didn’t recognize the brand; not that she expected to recognize it, since she always bought clothes on sale and never worried about stuff like if they were in season or their fabric blends.

She splashed her face with cold water, noticing that the soap brand name was French and with fancy letters. She knew the Waynes were filthy rich, but she guessed that it kind of took a second place in her mind the whole evening. She was more focused on making a good first impression.

Jazz finished getting ready for bed and walked back into the room, her folded clothes in one hand, and hopped towards the same desk Jason left his things. On top of the book pile was Mansfield Park.

“Interesting literature for a fifteen year old.” She picked it up, opening it in a random page, admiring the same sticky notes and annotations she had seen in the books he kept at the apartment, confirming he had always been such a nerd.

“Austen is hilarious,” Jazz could hear the shrug in his voice, “what can I say.”

She put the book back down and turned, finding her boyfriend watching her with those intense blue eyes. He was sitting on the bed, but hadn’t gotten under the covers, opting to rest against the headboard to comfortably watch her every move.

Was he trying to make her self conscious on purpose?

“What?” She confronted him.

“Nothing.” He quickly said. Too quickly.

When he didn’t add anything else, she shrugged and hopped towards the free side of the bed. If he didn’t want to comment on it, she wasn’t going to push the topic. If this was about being self conscious about sharing a bed, or about his nakedness, he didn’t have anything to prove or worry about.

Also, she was very sleepy. Whatever it was, it could wait until morning.

Of course, the bed was gigantic and very comfortable, a wild contrast to her shitty single back at the apartment. Maybe she should invest in a good bed, like she did with her couch.

She turned on her side, careful to not upset her injured ankle, and smiled at Jason, the “good night” on the tip of her tongue.

“Do you…”

“Hm?” She encouraged when he stopped.

Jason cleared his throat and tried again: “Do you not… find me attractive?”

Oh.

Hm.

It was time for that conversation? Well, not the time she would have picked, given that they were sharing a bed in his childhood room; but it is true that one does not pick where conversations happened.

Jazz shuffled around so she was sitting against the headboard too, and picked the hand that was closer to her. She played with his fingers for a moment, admiring how rough his palms were — vaguely remembering when she thought he was an athlete — thinking how she was going to approach this.

“Do you know what an asexual person is?” She tested the waters.

She saw him nod in the corner of her eye. “Yeah. Some of the working girls at the Alley once explained to me.” Jazz nodded. This would make it simpler. “Are you that? Ace?”

Jazz hummed, tilting her head. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Never actually cared about labeling things. I just know that there are things others care about that I don’t.”

“So you never…?”

“Being ace and having sex are not mutually exclusive.” She finally looked up at him. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but his intense blue eyes made her blush and look away. “But no. I haven’t slept with anybody before.”

“Not interested?”

His voice was soft. And didn’t let her guess what he thought about it.

Jazz wasn’t going to lie, she had never considered that her lack of experience in sex, or lack of interest whatsoever, could become an issue in their relationship. She wasn’t looking for a relationship in the first place, so she didn’t plan for the scenario that her partner thought her disinterest in sex would be a dealbreaker.

Would it be for Jason?

“I don’t know,” she admitted out loud. “I’ve never— I was always too busy, and investing time in something I don’t actually need always felt like a waste of effort.”

He snorted. “Nerd.”

“But it’s true!” She giggled, letting her shoulders relax. She resumed playing with his hand. “It’s not that I wouldn’t have sex, ever; but more like I don’t… care? Sexual attraction was never in my priority list when looking for a partner.”

He hummed, considering her words.

“But I guess if you are interested I wouldn’t mind it? If it’s with you it’s fine.” She shrugged. She knew there were names and labels for the nuances of how she regarded sexuality, but she didn’t research a lot. Once she understood what she felt was normal and had a term, it was enough for her.

He gently dislodged his hand from her to move his arm around her shoulders, trapping her into a half hug, and squishing her face against his naked chest. She placed a hand on the skin, admiring how warm he was, and vaguely tracing a few of the scars she found there. Mostly healed cuts and barely visible scratches, but she spied a gunshot wound closer to his shoulder.

“That’s enough for me.” He finally said, his voice rumbling in her ear. “And if that changes let me know.”

Warmth bloomed in her chest, making her cheeks burn and her eyes water. Any worry she managed to amass since the conversation started had completely vanished, washed away by those simple words. Fearing rejection over something so simple felt silly after what they have already been through, but the confirmation that he cared hit her like a freight train.

“For the record,” Jazz said, her voice a bit choked from emotion, “I do find you very attractive.”

He squeezed her a little, his soft chuckles vibrating under his skin. “Of course, I’m such a catch.”

“A complete snack.” She smiled up at him.

“A straight up hottie.”

Both giggled, faces close. Jazz was leaning more onto Jason, relishing on his warmth — seriously, this man was a furnace — shuffling a little bit so she could reach his lips.

They kissed softly, not really in a hurry to take things anywhere else.

“I’ve been wanting to do that the whole afternoon.” He said when they parted.

Jazz smiled, readjusting herself so she could kiss him more comfortably, grabbing his hair with her free hand. “Me too.” She said against his lips. “You look so cute when you are annoyed.”

“I’m not cute.” He bit her lower lip. “And you should warn me the next time you go all Dracula on me.”

Jazz groaned and moved away, back to her place under the covers, flustered. “I already said I’m sorry!”

He followed, also getting under the blankets so he could pull her body closer to his chest, successfully trapping her in his arms.

“Just saying, if you need to bite someone I’m game but I need to be mentally prepared.”

He was ready for her fight to get out of his arms, so he trapped her lips when she turned to retaliate. Jazz made angry noises against his lips, but eventually caved and kissed him back, relaxing a little.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

And she really didn’t, she thought, deciding to drop the topic and let herself be distracted by what he could do with his mouth.

***

Saturday morning in Wayne manor was peaceful. Jason was having shapeless dreams he wouldn’t remember when he woke up, comfortable in the warmth provided by the body in his arms.

And then that peace and quiet was completely shattered.

“What the hell?”

Jason opened his eyes, already cursing himself for sleeping so deeply he didn’t detect the presence in the room.

“I haul my ass as fast as I can because of a worrying and cryptic message,” the voice continued, getting angrier and louder as he spoke, “to find you like— Like— ugh!”

“Danny?” Jazz sat up on the bed, rushing to get out of the covers.

“And he’s naked. Great.”

Jason tried to make his brain work, but it felt like it had been replaced with cotton. He reached for the night table, but of course he didn’t have his knife. Because this wasn’t his apartment. Right. They were at the Manor.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn’t find you?” Jason turned to look at the new person, finding Jazz's brother standing there. He was shorter than he expected, and also scrawnier. “I thought— Jazz, do you know where you are exactly?”

“Danny—” She stood up, yelped, and immediately fell back to the bed.

“What happened?” He pointed at her very obviously bandaged foot.

“I fell.”

Danny looked unimpressed. He raised one eyebrow. “And it hasn’t healed?”

“It’s a long story.” Jazz sighed, turned towards Jason. “He is—”

“You know what? I’m not awake enough for this.” The brother interrupted, raising his arms to make a statement. “See you downstairs.”

With that, Danny stomped towards the bedroom door, walked outside and stomped down the hallways without caring about closing the door behind him.

A few tense seconds passed.

“Charming.”

Jazz huffed. “He’s not usually that cranky.” She stretched her arms over her head, sighing. “I guess it’s time to face the music.”

Jason nodded and told her to wait on the bed as he got dressed again.

Weird. Last night he felt like his skin was going to burst when he got undressed, waiting for Jazz to come out of the bathroom. Maybe it was the conversation they had, or maybe it was how easy things became when Jazz was with him; but right then he couldn’t see how sharing a bed with her managed to make him so nervous. It felt silly and childish to care about something like that, especially when he had been intimate with people before.

Jazz felt different. Like he had more to lose. He already had decided he would do and would be whatever she needed and if that meant not ever sleeping together he was ready to accept it.

He knew the conversation wasn’t over regarding the topic, and he had a million more questions, but they could wait for when they weren’t about to walk down for breakfast in his childhood home.

Once he was ready, he picked Jazz up in his arms like the previous night, enjoying her red cheeks and sneaking kisses just because he could.

She mostly stayed put, but right before he made the turn towards the kitchen, she grabbed his head and pulled him down for a deeper kiss, her tongue teasing his lips briefly before she let him go.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “please remember I'm the same person.”

Huh. Ominous.

The kitchen was the same as it always was — Alfred's personal haven, where he only allowed the worthy to enter or even assist with cooking.

Right then, the old man watched, entranced, as Danny made wide gestures and huffed and paced around the enormous kitchen, one of Tim's gigantic coffee cups in hand.

“ — and I told him he could shove it where the sun doesn’t shine!” Danny took a sip of the coffee. He looked stressed and not really aware of his surroundings. He probably just picked a cup and got absorbed into his monologue. “But guess what, there’s no sun in the Realms! So he just looked at me like I was an idiot!”

Alfred hummed, a smile teasing his lips.

“I know right?” Danny grumbled, looking at his cup. “Hey do you have a refill, Mr… oh crap I forgot to ask for your name.”

“Alfred Pennyworth, mister.”

“Alfred.” The young man nodded enthusiastically. “Very british. I’ll remember that.”

Someone snorted, coming in from behind Jazz and Jason frozen at the door. This made Danny turn towards his new audience, grimacing when he saw his sister in Jason’s arms.

“You!” He shouted, pointing a finger at his sister.

“Me.” She answered, letting Jason place her on one of the stools at the big kitchen island.

Danny stomped towards the other side of the island.

“You!” He growled. “Don’t you ever do this to me again!” He slammed the empty coffee cup on the marble surface. Miraculously the porcelain didn’t even crack. “I thought another crazy billionaire had kidnapped you to make you fight me to the death, and I find you canoodling with this— this— this guy!!”

Jason didn’t even take offense. The display was entertaining enough. Also, what was that about “another” crazy billionaire kidnapping Jazz? To fight to the death?

“Hello Danny.” Jazz said calmly. “As I was trying to tell you before, this is Jason,” she made a gesture towards him, but didn’t tear her eyes from her brother, “and he’s my boyfriend.”

The younger man’s face went through the five stages of grief in a matter of seconds. His eyes flashed green for a moment, before he closed them and swallowed. When he opened them again, he was glaring at Jason instead.

“Jazz.”

“Yeah?” She answered, giving her thanks to Alfred when he placed a fresh cup in front of her.

Jason accepted his own cup, vaguely registering Dick taking a seat next to him. Or Bruce choosing to become as invisible as he could and shuffle around the kitchen toward where Alfred observed the showdown from a safe distance.

“Jasmine.”

“Daniel.” She sipped her cup, grimacing a bit. She wasn’t a huge fan of coffee. “Hey, did you bring my medicine?”

Still glaring, he reached inside his chest, casually pulling out a little white box. There was something made of glass inside clinking when he slid it across the island for Jazz to catch. When she opened it, six fresh vials of Lazarus Waters glowed inside.

“Six?” She noticed. “They look really good.”

“Had a good batch this time.” He nodded, his glare losing intensity under the praise. But immediately glared at Jason again as if remembering he was supposed to be mad. “And don’t change the topic.”

“What topic?” Jazz ignored her brother while she picked one of the vials, uncorked it and poured the contents in her cup.

Jason crossed stares with Bruce, speechless as both watched Jazz drink the whole thing in one go. She made a face.

“It’s better with tea.”

“Oh don’t you start.”

“Start what?” She winced. Her eyes started glowing a bright green. She looked in pain for a moment, but as quickly as it came, it was gone.

“Jazz.”

“Danny.” She checked her cup was empty, turning it upside down over her waiting open mouth. A few drops fell on her tongue.

The younger brother slammed his hands on the marble. “Stop ignoring me!” He complained. “And explain yourself. What’s with Mr Muscles over there? What the hell have you been doing?”

Jazz softly placed the cup on the island. She folded her hands, and finally looked at her brother. “I told you. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Jazzy, Jazzy, we talked about this,” Danny grabbed his hair in despair. “You have terrible taste in men.”

“Excuse me?”

“Is this going to be like Johnny? Is that it? A bad boy with a motorcycle and leather jacket makes eyes at you and that’s all it takes?” Danny glanced at Jason. “No offense.”

“None taken.” He wasn’t sure he was supposed to speak, but did anyway. Danny was hilarious.

Dick choked on his coffee.

“He’s not like Johnny.” Jazz defended herself. “Jason is—”

“Or maybe like the other one?” Danny interrupted. “What’s-his-name— David! Yeah. Is this a repeat of that one?”

It was Jazz’s time to slam her hands on the marble. “He is not like him!”

Danny bristled, a soft hissing sound blooming in his throat. “Are you sure? Because that one— what was the report? Dislocated shoulder and a shattered hand?”

“I told you I didn’t need your help!” Jazz bristled as well, exposing her fangs in an angry hiss. “And he is not the same!”

“That’s what you said the last time!!” Somehow Danny became taller. Was he floating? His pitch black hair moved like hit by an invisible breeze, too. “No offense.”

Jason didn’t know if he should laugh or intervene. “None taken.” He assured again, controlling his smile.

“And you the one to talk?!” Jazz’s hands tensed. “Should we talk about your horrible taste in women? Huh?”

“Don’t you—!”

“Paulina!”

“It was in highschool!” Danny growled. “What are you—”

“Valerie!” She growled back. The sound wasn’t animalistic, but still not quite human. Jason had never heard something like that, even less coming from the chest of his sweet girlfriend.

“What about her!”

“She tried to kill you!”

“But she never succeeded!” Danny bared his fangs. “And we are cool now!”

What was even happening?

“Sam!”

“Hey!”

“She killed you!” Jazz’s hair started to float, too, right the moment her eyes glowed green again. “Twice!”

That was apparently going too far. Danny’s growl escalated to a full on roar, his body now floating closer to the ceiling. They could see his tapered ears and sharp fangs on full display.

Jazz glared at him from her seat, her hair rising and falling on beat with her heavy breathing; fangs bared and clawed hands raised, ready to fight her own brother. She opened her arms and exposed her chest, making Jason wonder what was about to happen.

In a blink of an eye, all hostility was gone from Danny as he floated towards his sister faster than the human eye could follow — one moment he was on the other side of the island and close to the tall ceiling, and the next he was hugging his sister like his life depended on it.

“I missed you.” His voice was choked and muffled, but the emotion in it was obvious.

“I know.” Jazz circled her arms around Danny like it was the most natural thing in the world. She pressed him tight against her body, her head on top of his, rubbing her cheek against his hair. “I missed you too.”

Everyone held their breaths, waiting to see what Danny would say, but the young man was out cold. Soft snores resonated in the otherwise silent kitchen.

Jazz cleared her throat. Her smile was radiant and warm, like they usually were, as she turned to look at Jason. “Can I put him in your room? He will probably nap for a few more hours.”

Dazzled, Jason just nodded and watched as she hopped down the stool on her — previously — injured ankle and quickly made her exit from the kitchen while easily carrying her brother.

Bruce cleared his throat when they stopped hearing her soft steps. “So…”

“Yeah.” Jason licked his lips and decided to take a sip of his own cup of coffee. It was lukewarm. “That’s, uh... That’s her brother.”

He looked down to where Jazz slammed her hands, finding a crack on the marble. It wasn’t enough to compromise the structure, but it wasn’t small either.

Choosing not to bring attention to that fact, he just sipped his coffee and ignored the barrage of questions from the others. It wasn’t like he knew the answers anyway.

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Reflections

Written for @hatchetfield-bang!

Pairing(s): Grace / Max

Warnings: some brief descriptions of violence, some brief mentions of sexual content, descriptions of period and menstruation products, religious trauma, religious questioning, slut shaming, purity culture,death, grief

Posting this on mobile so I hope the formatting looks okay!

Summary: Grace reflects on her life and Max's death, and starts to question things.

An hour ago Jason slow danced with her to some song everyone knew except her. For all the time, she spent boycotting coed dances she didn't know what happened at them. The punch was watery. Magenta lighting failed to turn the gym into somewhere else. 

Wouldn't a non-coed dance be a gay dance? I have no problem with that, Ruth told her once in her nasally voice.

Grace didn't mind gym class. She was never the greatest athlete, but volleyball and badminton were fun. The swish of the ball and or the thwack of the racket made her competitive. She aggressively served the ball over the net, but it was in the Lord's name so it was okay. Nothing against her classmates, not at all. Though her pants and sweatshirts bogged her down in comparison to the other girls in their shorts. 

Other than some chapstick, Grace didn't bother with makeup since she didn't know how to use it. No one taught her. Girls still told her she looked pretty, finally seeing her as one of their kind.

A boy in line for the punch bowl looked a bit like Max - similar angular face and strong jaw. But his eyes were too kind, let a girl cut in front of him. Earlier, a boy who looked like Ritchie passed in front of her. The living took on the forms of ghosts.

"Everything okay?" Jason asked in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

"Do you miss Max? Not that I knew him, or that I even liked him. Sheesh. Obviously not. But it's like there's a gaping hole," Grace said. 

Max's doppelganger faded into the crowd. Another sign he wasn't here - Max was the supernova they all orbited around. He'd be homecoming king if he was here, feared by all, though they never denied him anything.

 "Not really. Not that saying he deserved whatever happened to him, no one does - but life is better without him. I actually get time on the field. I miss Ritchie, though. Didn't really get a chance to get to know him until closer to the end. He was our mascot and we glossed over him most of the time. But after Max died, the team was cool with him. I told Ritchie to go to the locker room, and…I can't help blame himself for what happened. I replay that conversation in my head a lot," Jason said.

After Ruth's death, Grace said a brief prayer for her soul. She felt guilty that she didn't cry - she didn't know the girl. Ruth was too open about topics not to be acknowledged. 

Ritchie - a blank state to Grace. Despite being a fellow outcast, she never interacted with the other nerds much. 

"It's nor your fault, so don't blame yourself. I never got to see Max throw a touchdown - heard he was really good at that. Never went to a football game - too rowdy for me," Grace said.

She came up with the prank. The responsibility for Ruth, Ritchie and Max's deaths fell on her shoulders.  Wherever the two fallen nerds were, hopefully they forgave her. 

What was wrong with her that she only shed a tear for Max? 

They took pictures with Pete and Steph, her arm around Grace's waist. Stacy smoothed out a wrinkle in her dress. Grace danced the cupid shuffle, Brenda gently correcting her movements. Jason introduced her to his friends, they didn't call her two bagger once or even by her last name.

The photos printed instantly.

"Ruth should be here," Steph said. "At the end of the day, I think she just wanted to be seen. She begged telemarketers to stay on the phone with her. She said I was her best friend, and I just brushed her off. I guess I was nicer to her than most, but I didn't even tell her she was my friend. I could've offered to hang out with her, but I thought we'd have time after the murder investigation for all that. But…we didn't. In memorium.."

Steph drank from a silver flask. She passed it to Grace, who took a swig. The alcohol burned her throat, nothing like church wine, room temperature and watery.

"You're not so bad Chastity, oh I mean Grace," Brenda said, the next in line with her cheerleader friends. "Did you three want to join us?"

She was a part of the student body. Like in Corthinians, each part mattered, no football more important than a heart.

"I used to pick on you because I thought you were pretty," Jason said, his hand in hers on the walk home. Oak trees hugged the road. 

What the heck? Why couldn't he ask her out like a normal teenager? Not that she would have accepted, since her first love was Jesus Christ, but she liked easter lilies and Smarties, though she never ate the name brand ones only the no name kinds with bible verses on them. He could've tried to get to know her - though perhaps Max scared him off.

"I'd really like to make it up to you. Go out to dinner, or on a walk, whatever you'd like to do," Jason continued.

They kissed, a nice embrace though it didn't set her on fire like her first kiss did. Wait. This wasn't right. No, pleasure, attraction, that was only something for married couples. She didn't get to feel this way. 

Grace pulled the book out of the folds of her dress, maniacal laughter escaping her chest.

But Jason never pressured her, never questioned her former 

He wilted to the ground.. "Grace? Is everything alright? I know I wasn't the nicest to you…but I'm sorry, okay? If I did something…"

She laughed, a bitter sound escaping her. Like a fever, a strange energy filled her.

"I'm not human anymore. You can thank your good old buddy Max for that one!" Grace yelled. 

Jason looked at her like she was the devil.  

The book in her hand, all Grace had to do was read the passage.

The book was in an ancient text but she understood the language now. She read the first few lines and he ran. It didn't matter - she'd catch him, years of sports no match for her dark magic.

Only a few more words and his soul was hers. Only his body could run from her.

You asked him to kiss you.  It was gentle, he didn't ask for anything more. He's walking you home and hasn't asked to come inside. He's not a dirty dude.

Grace stopped a few lines from the bottom. Jason didn't deserve it. He wanted to be a better person, a positive role model on and off the field. Was she no better than Max, who at least targeted people responsible for his death?

Then why did he never come after me? I pretty much led the pack in hiding his body and covering up the crime. Perhaps his soul could have rested if he'd been properly buried, instead of left to rot in an abandoned house.  

Though if Grace hadn't taken charge, they'd all be behind bars.

She curled up among the roots of an oak tree. The moonlight seeped through the canopy.She wrapped her arms around her knees.  She killed three people already - Max directly, the other two indirectly.  She'd call Jason and apologize for her freakout. Another bout of religious fervor, most people thought she was a freak anyway.

Crickets sang a eulogy around her. Grace buried the book under a rock. 

But the magic thrumming her veins didn't subside. 

Grace didn't do the prank for them. She didn't do it because Max was a bully. In fact, he didn't pick on her, unlike everyone. Not that it bothered her much - Nazareth didn't accept Jesus either. To be divine was to be hated. Jason said he stood up for her once. 

Was she a God now? Though she certainly wasn't divine anymore. 

Her parents didn't hold hands until their wedding night. They rarely kissed in front of her. Sex was for procreation, not pleasure. Grace's peers didn't get that - with their coed dances, raunchy plays like Barbeque Monologues, and hallway make outs. 

One day junior year,  she was out on the quad protesting Seussical, the drama club's latest act of debauchery. Despite it being a warm autumn day, no one joined her. Max stopped to talk to her. He smiled, a rare gesture on his angular face,

Quarterback of the football team. She wasn't a sports person, but it wasn't a coed activity so that was nice. Nobody spoke kindly of him, even his teammates, but no one liked her either. They both repulsed people around them - though no one physically ran from her.

They chatted for a bit about why she was protesting.  The conversation drifted to religion. 

"I think this is my heaven. Nothing good is coming after high school. Fucking Clivesdale is going to beat us in the state championship, there goes my chance at going pro." Max said.

The sunlight made the oval leaves shimmer. They were gold, not dead yet, still safe in the tree branches.

Grace was sitting beside him in the grass, her sign crumbled. Should've used cardboard, far more durable. 

She didn't approve of his cussing, but she didn't bring it up. In time, he'd learn.

"Well, there is an actual Heaven after this life with our father. For the holy that is. If original sin hadn't happened, we'd all be there," Grace said.

It was hard to pay for the sin of two people, though Eve was more to blame. But if being holy was easy, it wouldn't be much of an accomplishment. 

"Hopefully he is a better father than mine."

Grace had seen his dad at church, a stern and gray haired man, a sallow woman next to him. 

Their legs were a few inches apart. A hole marked the knee of his knees, the flesh poking through as pale as a corpse. If she was weaker, she would've taken his hand.

Did Grace love her parents because they were good people, or because they were her family? In seventh grade, she thought she was possessed by a demon  due to the amount of blood pooling on her inner thighs.

It was Stephanie who explained to her what a period was and how to use a pad in the salmon girls restroom. They'd never been friends, but Steph was a kind instructor. But Grace didn't like the feeling of being out of the loop, uninformed to basic biology.

She demanded answers from her mom when she got home. 

"Well, Gracie, I figured this was coming. Let's not mention this to your dad. Men don't have this burden. It happens to  all women, as a side effect of Eve's sin. I'm sorry for not telling you, but I just always wanted you to stay my little girl. Is that so bad?"

"I'm still your little girl!"

Her mom ruffled her hair, but didn't answer. Stephanie said her mom talked to her about it ahead of time. Why did her mom leave her in the dark about her own body? Ignorance was a sin, too.

Max went out with Brenda, a popular cheerleader,  a few weeks later. One day, Grace passed his Jeep Rangler and saw him kissing her neck, like a vampire. He was not her disciple, or hers at all.

If she had sex with him, she wouldn't be the forbidden fruit. Her mom said premarital sex made girls crushed flowers, eventually all the petals fell off and no one married them. Like a shredded dollar bill - no value. If she had a brother, would he get the same lecture?

Not that Max could get married now. Though they'd done what married people did.

Before his first death, Grace hesitated and it wasn't only due to her faith. He wouldn't want her when he was done. He passed through girls too often, scattering a trail of broken hearts behind him. She'd be just like them, discarded. The whole school  would create more awful nicknames for her and ridicule her for not practicing what she preached.

He offered to carry her books. A sweet gesture, no physical contact, but she knew what it could lead to.  

But when they actually did the devil's tango, his touch and lips gently caressed her. She was never told that sex could feel good. It wasn't supposed to be about her.

He asked to cuddle afterwards  and she killed him a second time. It was for the good of the school and the universe. Which when you were in highschool, that was the same thing. A part of her wished she could've stayed a few minutes longer before the spell, to bask in his touch.

She didn't feel like a hero, despite Pete calling her that. No one else besides Steph knew.

But before he fell, he enjoyed the prank. It almost seemed like he wanted to befriend Ruth, Pete, and Richie. Perhaps they all could've gone out for coffee or burgers or bowling, whatever it is you do with friends. She'd never had any. Perhaps instead of a literal monster, zombie, star quarterback, or a bully he could've been a regular boy. A modern steel Pinocchio. 

Of course, he could have returned to his old ways once he came back to school the next day, his reputation on the line. He might have become worse, targeted her because she came up with the prank. Protect the remnants of his ego.

No one would ever know. He'd never grow up, never mature, like a beautiful statue.

I thought you all hated me, he said. It was a ludicrous statement - he made all their lives miserable. A part of Grace resented him in that moment; he was supposed to be like her, not needing to be close to anyone else.

Grace wished she could hate him; Steph didn't miss him and they used to be friends. He tormented Pete daily and that was before he was a zombie. Even his minions worshiped him out of fear. 

A few ago, she had left a bouquet of blue and yellow roses on his grave. White flowers were typically given to the dead,  but those were the colors of Clivesdale high. Best to give him his school colors.

I will pray for you when your body is gone.

No one else left flowers. Of course, he tormented most of the high school. But surely his parents would have come to leave a prayer at his grave? He couldn't have been born evil. Grace struggled with that part of original sin - that even babies were sinners.

Max said a passing comment about his dad, perhaps they weren't close.

Max Jägerman,  beloved son and football player, the text read on the simple headstone. He would have wanted something more flashy, dangerous.

If he was afraid of skeletons, how would he feel about a graveyard?

Without their star quarterback, the team won the state championship. She spent the day by his grave while the town was in Clivesdale. It felt like the world was empty.

Her powers didn't give her the power to raise the dead. She read the agreement thoroughly, her dad was a real estate agent and taught her to read contracts. They bonded over that. He read her the legalese at bedtime when she was little. She didn't like the uncertainty in Goodnight Moon (did the narrator wake up? Why was he saying goodnight to objects, was he alone? It felt kind of worshipful towards the moon, which was idolatry) and the three bears promoted stealing. Three Little Pigs led to discussions about shoddy construction from her father and declining property values.

The legalese put her to sleep. She used to ask her parents if her soul was safe. They would pray with her, but then she asked how many prayers would keep her safe. They didn't know the answer. When she was 10, they told her she could pray on her own. She waited a long time for God to speak back. She met demons before she ever met the Holy Father. 

Patience was a virtue for a reason. 

Was she human still? Did God still love her? If she was still mortal, at the end of her days, would she be turned away at the pearly gates?

Did the other kids always hate her? Steph said it was because her beliefs turned people away, but what if the rejection came first?

Jesus had enemies, but the disciples followed him until the end, when Peter denied him three times.  Who adored her? Steph and Pete put up with her because they had to, and her revenge plans were better. Ruth and Ritchie gone too soon to get to know them.

Max was the closest she had to a friend, and she killed him twice. Once by accident, the second on purpose. For a moment, after he fell through the boards, she was happy: her problem was resolved.

No more bats in her stomach (butterflies felt too weak to describe the sensation), no more dilemmas, no more yearning for his touch, no more vivid dreams.

The contract didn't allow for time travel either. 

Taking a detour, Grace passed the Waylon house on the way home. Cracks ruined the impressive Doric columns. Three of the front windows were broken. 

Yellow caution tape snaked around the porch. 

Until the floorboards crumbled, the day had been fun. Setting up the cameras, assigning tasks, giving everyone their cues, she was the director and the others were her subjects. 

The book waited on her bed, a dark square on the periwinkle sheets. Grace burned it with a match - the cover stayed pristine. She cut out the pages - they grew back. Ran it under hot water - the ink didn't bleed. (Do I bleed still?) The unholy book was indestructible. 

Go find Jason, finish the job. He'll turn on you anyway. Won't it be easy? Like spiking a volleyball, the pure release…

I'm not like Max! I don't want to hurt people. I just wanted to  save everyone's immortal souls - that's why I never shut up even though no one is listening. Though clearly no one is looking out for mine.  

Grace took off her homecoming dress - a thrift store find. The back reminded her of angel wings, now the lace sat deflated on the ground.

She researched the book - there was a cult a few hours and a stare away who worshiped a group of demons who sounded a lot like the ones they encountered. Grace could be their messiah, since she didn't belong in the church anymore. She met the demons, these people didn't. Perhaps one of them had - one of the paintings on the site looked similar to Wiggly, the other portraits pure fabrication. Some pictures looked like neon dolls.

All her life she'd followed rules. Perhaps she could make them - a quick demonstration of her powers, and they'd become instant disciples.

We see beyond, the website read. We welcome all with a passionate mind for the unknown and unexplained. 

Remnants of the Lords' powers were in her. Nibbly, whose human form dressed head to toe in pink. An innocent color for a demon who was eternally hungry. Wiggly, who drug Max to hell. Pokey, who had the ability to possess people - could she do that too? Tinky, the trickster Lord, the name of a secular kids toy she never owned. 

Grace flipped the pages, withered with age. She had read the entire Bible.  Her mom never wanted to answer her questions about Song of Solomon, or who all the names were in Chronicles. "Gracie, the Bible is the word of the Lord. But well..not all of it  is meant to be explained. His ways are higher than ours."

Perhaps neither of her parents had read the word of God in its entirety. 

Jason was at the coffee shop across town, the last business to close at night. A sensation in her veins located the hum of his soul. 

Come on, don't you want to see what it feels like? To be powerful, to be the one standing between life and death? No one can ever ignore you again. Not with the book. You can spread a new Gospel - you'll never have to deal with the dirty feelings Max gave you. Any dirty dude who looks at you will die. Wouldn't that be nice?

Those thoughts couldn't be hers. 

In the cloister of her canopy bed, Grace kneeled on the twin mattress.

I don't want to hurt Jason. God, if you're listening can you take the power away from me? Sure a group of demons put it in on me, and I agreed to it, but aren't you stronger tban all of them combined? I have spent my whole life spreading your word, even as the whole town scorned me. I'm sorry for everything I've done wrong - oh boy's that's  quiet the  tome these days! I want this power gone, or curse. I'll never have lustful thoughts about a boy that way again. Never be anything other than your loyal servant. So if you're listening, please help me. Please forgive me for what I might do. Take this burden off me.

And watch over Jason. Make sure he's safe in case…

Amen.

She made the sign of the cross and waited. Once again God didn't answer her. Though the laughter of the Lords in Black echoed from somewhere far away, or within her.

Grace rolled up clothes into her backpack. She packed a small bible in the front section. No need to pack the Unholy Book, it would find her.

She crept into the kitchen to grab some supplies for the trip.

"How was the dance, Gracie? I hope the music and dancing wasn't too provocative, but it's nice to see you doing out and about with friends," her mom said from the couch, not typically awake at this hour. She smiled up at Grace, strands of gray sneaking into her hair.

"Back when I was in kindergarten I used to pray to have friends, to be a part of the group. To get the joke. But then I decided I'm better than them. I have principles and morals. Not like it ever got me much. A night like tonight…it was a dream."

Dreams never lasted. 

"Perhaps your classmates are coming around. Senior year, a better sense of unity. You're practically grown up. It was never as hard for your father and I to fit in, of course the world was a different place, a lot more morals.

"Do you ever feel like God isn't listening to you?" Grace asked, slipping the bag of beef jerky into her pocket. Protein, nonperishable. 

"You can't say things like that Gracie. We'll go to Mass tomorrow. Maybe confession will do you some good, these aren't holy thoughts. Perhaps your peers are too much of an influence. That Steph girl wears ripped jeans, so much skin showing. I wouldn't let you out in something like that. Too many temptations these days, I suppose," Her mom said, turning back to her soap opera, the light from the screen casting over half of her face.

Grace pilfered the box of vanilla wafers. "Where's Dad? I wanted to say good night."

"Already went to bed, you were out later than we expected. Don't make a habit of it."

She wanted her dad to read to her contracts or housing advertisements, like when she was a kid, to feel her family's love one last time. Imagine herself in the world of other people's houses. Because her soul was not safe and never would be again.

On the shelf in the foyer, family pictures faced all visitors - usually her dad's clients or fellow church members. In a small frame, Grace's dad held her up to pick a Red Delicious apple, at the local orchard. 

I'll never let you fall.

Nothing could hurt her in her dad's arms, the whole world a few feet below.

Grace slipped the memento into her backpack.

Grace was leaving town, her hair straightened and an onyx color. She abandoned her pastels for an ambiguous gray hoodie and jeans. Her rosary was tucked behind the layers of clothing. She traced its outline through her pocket; it didn't burn her.

A burner flip phone was in her other  pocket.

"You can't go," Pete said before she boarded the bus. "Richie, Ruth…we only have each other. I can't handle losing someone else."

"You're an obnoxious pain in the ass, Chastity, but you're our holier than thou pain in the ass." Steph said.

Grace used to like her last name, the sound of it and the vow it meant. Now, it didn't fit. If she hadn't had to make a deal with a demon, would she have been happy?

If Steph or  Pete had her curse, how would they handle it? Steph's sacrifice was Pete, and likely vice versa, so they couldn't turn to each other. 

"Jason is going to tell everyone. A little crush wouldn't erase the fact I threatened to kill him. And intent is a big chunk of the law!" Grace said. 

"Look, we can help you. You're not Max, you're better than him," Pete said.

Steph's expression was unreadable, her mascara and eyelinerfaded.

Did she do anything besides for her eternal salvation? Was fear of damnation her only motivator? Too late now - already damned.

"Would you say I'm a nice person? Like someone you'd want to, I don't know, share a milkshake with. Or go ice skating."

"This isn't the fucking 1950s - and ice skating? Seriously? There's no rink here," Steph said.

"Fine, do an instagram dance together or take pictures with a Facebook filter. Whatever someone does with friends."

Grace wasn't allowed to use social media - only Zillow to look at houses to find comps for her father. It sounded like a good way to spread her ideas, but her parents were adamant. Perhaps it was the other way around - they didn't want her exposed to any other worldview but theirs. 

"Of course you're our friend, you're…smart. And persistent," Pete said.

He pressed his glasses up his nose, his nervous tick. 

"No, Pete, I love you but I can't do this. Grace you do realize you've protested like literally everything? And you fucking judge everyone, and you never stay quiet, you never know when to leave people alone. You made your personal beliefs everyone's business! God, when Ruth died? You said she was in hell! It's like you're the only person in the damn universe." Steph said, sparkly eyeshadow faint on her face.

A few hours ago, they posed like long time friends. They were bonded for life, but not because they liked her. How many times did Steph tell her to butt out?

"Who made the big sacrifice, huh? You couldn't do it. My last name is really fucking ironic now. It if wasn't for me, you two wouldn't even be together. Max would've scared Petey away, and you wouldn't have looked twice at him. I never get a single "gee thanks, Grace!" I saved all of you from your sorry lives," Grace snapped.

"I wouldn't have backed off…well okay probably. But Ritchie and Ruth would be alive. Surely we can get the curse off. There has to be a loophole, or a workaround," Pete said.

Was the curse running through her veins or was it her own desires? Where did the book end and Grace begin? Was there a difference?

"I'm going somewhere where I'll be worshiped."

Outside the bus it started to rain, the drops pounding against the metal exterior. A few rows ahead a silver haired lady snored, tranquil. 

Grace pressed the flip phone to her ear and dialed. 

This is the Chastities! Have a blessed day! Leave a message at the jingle. For real estate inquiries, contact 885-3455.

Her mom's voice, for the last time.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to be your little girl forever. But I've sinned gravely. Pray for me okay? God won't listen to my prayers anymore.  Perhaps he never has because...nevermind. I love you. Just remember me as your little girl, please?"

Grace hung up and turned off the phone. She wedged it in the crook of her seat and rested her head on the window. 

Though her body was present, her soul was gone. 

[quickitches]

The Arrangement

tagged: scent kink, F/F

Louisa stood outside the door. She had to work up the courage to actually knock. Her heart was pounding. She bit her lip, slowly raised her hand.

Knock knock.

***

A few hours earlier. "Damn it damn it damn it!" Louisa cursed to nobody in particular, alone in the locker room. She had lost, and lost badly. A shameful first for her - a set without winning a game. She couldn't turn it around after that, her motivation shattered. Kelly had been in the bleachers of course, front row.

Lou tossed her tanktop and skirt into the gym bag, then scratched her back with the racket. How long had it been, again? Lou picked up her phone, brought up the texts with Kelly. Or "Smelly", as Lou had saved her number. The girl had sent her Motivation mode: ON! last Thursday. An emoji every day after that... Nine days? Nine whole days. Last time it had been five.

She had an Arrangement with Kelly. A week or so before every match, Kelly would stop bathing. If Louisa won, she'd be rewarded - first, she would get to give Smelly Kelly a nice, long bath. Then, they'd have what Kelly disparagingly refered to as 'normie sex'. Losing meant getting a punishment instead: Lou on a leash, serving the stinking nerd's kinky whims.

***

Kelly opened the door. Nine days of showerless musk greeted Lou. She blinked, her nose twitched. She tried her best to keep her composure. "Shame about the match, Lou." said Smelly. She hugged Louisa. Lou hugged her back, coughing and gagging a little as her nose was forced in the crook of the tall woman's neck. With her arms raised up for the hug, the odor of Kelly's pits made it to Lou's nose. Just a taste, considering what would come after. "Can't win every time, I guess."

The apartment was a mess, as always. Several sets of Kelly's shoes were strewn about the hallway. In the living room, Louisa had to push away a stack of papers and a box of cables on the couch to make space for her gym bag. The table was covered in empty glasses, mugs and plates. Snack wrappers and fast food bags. So unhealthy! There was a single empty spot, clearly where Kelly would put her feet up while gaming.

Lou opened up her gym bag. Normally she'd cringe at the stink of her sweaty clothes. Not here, though. The sweat of a single tennis match could not elbow past the stench of Kelly. Louisa changed into the sweaty match outfit. She made a show out of undressing. It was putting on the tennis outfit that grabbed Kelly's attention. Once Lou was dressed again, Kelly put her hand under her skirt and fondled her on the butt. "Don't be sad, superstar. Next time you'll kick their ass."

***

Thinking was all but impossible. Louisa was on all fours with the collar around her neck, the other end of the leash around Kelly's wrist as she played her video game. Kelly had stripped down to her panties and socks. The sweatpants and tanktop she wore added to the smelly pile of clothes on the other end of the couch.

Smelly's legs were spread, and Lou's face was inches away from the bulge in those stripey black panties. Kelly's sedentiary lifestyle meant her cock and balls had been stewing in their own sweat, cultivating a thick, musky stench like nothing else in the world. Desires swirled in Lou's head. She wanted to, needed to lick Smelly Kelly's reeking balls, kiss her fat belly, suck on those disgustingly sweaty nipples.

Kelly would often talk about being 'musk-drunk'. Until now, Louisa had dismissed that as just another dumb fetish meme. But now, slack-jawed, drooling, wanting nothing more than to throw herself all over this reeking nerd, a single coherent thought managed to float to the top of Louisa's mind: Guess it was real.

Smelly paused her game for a moment and left her gamepad on Lou's upper back. She reached into her panties to scratch herself. A tug on Lulu's leash brought her face closer to the cotton panties. The fingers raking up and down inside agitated the pubes, releasing more of the caked-in grimy stink. "This... Fifth time scratch... Itchy?" Lou said. She swallowed her drool, blinked a couple of times. Focus, focus. She tried again. "Why do you keep itching it?" "It's nothing you need to worry about, tennis girl." Kelly took her hand out and brought it to Louisa's lips. Lou touched her nose to the fingertips. She drank the stench in. Her concern about Smelly's itching crotch was washed away immediately.

***

Kelly had given Lou a break. She went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink. Louisa sat on the couch. It was no secret Kelly was into tennis players. It bordered on a fetish, really. Above the TV there was a shelf adorned with all kinds of tennis memorabilia. Tennis balls, replica trophies, even a figure of a tennis player from some video game or anime. Kelly wasn't sure.

"One for you, one for me." Kelly returned with two cans. She handed the sugar-free one to Lou, turned off the video game. She picked up her phone and played a video on the TV. 'Melissa and Amy Shower After the Match.' The two actresses were in tennis dresses, tastefully sweaty, kissing in the locker room. The dialogue was poorly written, not that Louisa was in any mental state to notice that. She gulped her energy drink down quickly and left the empty can on the trash-covered table. "More." "Sorry, love. Those were the last drinks." "No, Smelly. More sniffing." "More?! Last time you swore you would never lose a game again, Lulu!" Kelly said. "Ask and ye shall receive."

Smelly Kelly raised her arm. She tried to pull Louisa's face in with the leash but Lou needed no encourangement. She shoved her face into the armpit hair, sniffing noisily. The smell was different here. No less intoxicating. Lou licked at the skin below the armpit but kept an eye on the soft porn playing before her. The two tennis girls had stripped down to their underwear and hopped in the shower. They made out, grinding against eachother, water soaking their sports bras and panties. Louisa reached down to Kelly's crotch. At first she just scratched her. Then she grabbed Kelly's cock through the cotton panties. They were already stained with precum, a wet spot on the black and white striped fabric. Kelly's toes curled up with the motions of Louisa's hand, up and down, up and down.

"Someone's turning into a dirty little muskslut, isn't she? When you can think again, Louisa, we will discuss the Arrangement." "No... I want--" She could not find the word. How frustrating. "--sniffs...?" "Exactly. This will be your reward from now on, dear." Lou closed her eyes and purred into Kelly's pit. "And this is yours." Lou placed her mouth above Kelly's armpit and bit her. The teeth sank in just enough to leave an impression on the supple skin. Her mouth filled with the pungent taste of stale sweat, her tongue burning. Kelly moaned. Her left hand stroked along Lou's inner thigh. Its sister gripped the empty energy drink can, quickly crushing it. She came. A weak, watery load stained her panties. She wiggled and shimmied - something Louisa always made fun of. Not today, though. Lou's mouth was too full of armpit.

The video Kelly had played was over. She laid her head back, the only sound in the room Louisa's hungry sniffing and licking at her pit. Lou was groping her boob now. Kelly sighed happily and put her hand over Louisa's. "We'll hit the shower. Then, I'm eating you out. Deal?" "No! I like you stinky." "Musk slut. Say what you are." "I'm Smelly Kelly's muskslut." "Good girl."

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"well... i don't what went through that thick skull of yours, probably nothing at all, but i just need to know--why'd you do it?" he asked you as if he were asking a child why they disobeyed, why they did something they were explicitly told not to, almost as if he anticipated you would screw up and would be in this very room, cuffed to the table, seated on a cold, metal chair, hunched over with a frown and furrowed eyebrows. he's been through this charade multiple times already, it's starting to bore him a little.

your frown slowly changed into a sly little smile, you sighed as you looked up at the man, scowling at you a tad bit. "come on now, we both know i'm strapped of cash! like, i can't wait for a miracle to come along or some rich fella in search of a spouse. you and i both know how grimy this world is, and you and i both know how incredibly difficult society likes to make my life. i'm playing the hardest game at an impossible setting, i can never win. especially not when your nerdy ass is around, acting like some... puppy dog for law enforcement." you sneered as you looked him up and down, leaning against the walls of the interrogation room with his arms crossed over his chest.

he had his long rolled up-sleeved button-up on, with a gray cashmere vest on, with a black tie tucked underneath. he had long black slacks that accentuated the length of his legs, a bit of his long black socks showing as his feet, in classy black dress shoes, was in front of the other.

he shook his head and sighed. he adjusted his glasses as he thought of what to say to you. "i've been doing my damn best trying not to let you get into much trouble. i've known you all my life, to call you a criminal would be an insult to myself. because i believe you can be good. i know you're good, you don't want this to happen." he says as he moves over to the table and leans against it, facing you closer now than before.

"listen... what'll it take for you to stop this life of crime? something manageable, something i can actually do." he asked you, desperate for an answer, for anything, really.

you looked at him seriously in the eyes, in his darn beautiful gray to brown eyes that pierced your own. you watched as his black eyebrows furrowed even the slightest bit, trying to prove his point that you were a good person--but you seem to prove everyone else's belief: "emphasis on the were" bit.

you broke into laughter at the sight of his seriousness, how could he possibly think you were capable of being a goody two shoes when the world's treated you like utter crap?

"oh, parker... you never change." you wheezed out as you continued your fit of laughter. peter sighed as he pinched the bridge of his tall nose. he took off his glasses and ran a hand across his face as he looked back at you, wholly disappointed.

"now what do you mean by that?" he asks you as he looks at you expectantly for an answer, an appropriate and justifiable one that would hopefully prove his point, despite you just disproving it mere seconds ago.

"what else could i possibly mean by that? you were disappointed i joined a band of lowlife nerds then stole the shit i helped them steal after they were about to throw me under the bus... and yet you get mad at me. you never change, you were always a little priss, parker." you practically fumed at him.

"i'm just looking out for you." he said through gritted teeth as he walked back over the table and glowered over you, his presence, for the first time in... ever, intimidated you. you had known peter benjamin parker ever since you were younger, he was a sweet boy who always followed the rules, who helped keep you in line with everyone else. he never changed, except for one bit: he became scarier. and you really had to admit it, it was kinda hot.

he slowly grabbed your cheeks and dug into the flesh a little, a small noise escaping your lips as he turned your head to look at him in the eyes, you having nowhere else to look at but him. "i'm always, always looking out for your dumb ass. why do you make it so hard for me to do that, to keep you as civilized as possible?" he asked through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip around your cheeks ever so often.

his touch indicated he had no intention of hurting you, not one bit. he just wanted to ask you out of pure concern, but you hated how scary he was getting; he really did change, just the slightest bit.

"you think i wanna be civil about it, parker?" you taunted with a chortle and a wide, mischievous smile. "fuck being civil, you can't live on civility alo--" you said, but you were cut off by peter slamming his fist against the metal table, the sounds of the contact between his muscle and the table reverberated throughout the room, frightening you into silence.

"language." was all he told you as he let go of your cheeks and walked off to think in the corner. you felt a heat creep up in your cheeks, a small blush was wrapping around your face; oh you darn fool, you fell for your nerdy friend, who had a slight glow up... you fell for the scary, intimidating, law-abiding nerd, peter benjamin parker.

a part of you wants him to get mad again, see the fire in his beautiful gray and brown irises, to watch him run his hand across his hair, maybe tug at it if you frustrated him enough; to have him grasp at your cheeks roughly... oh you plan to keep pissing him off, getting in trouble, and being sat down in this room with him again for a long, long time.

you smiled slyly at him as he rubbed his forehead, his lips frowning slightly, but you smirking to yourself as you took pleasure in his frustration, in his handsome frustration. "i might just try getting into more trouble if you keep acting all high and mighty like that, parker." you whispered, to which he heard and let out a guttural groan of pure frustration at that. "i can never catch a damn break."

a/n: HI SORRY IF THIS WASN'T WHAT YOU MEANT ANON, AND SORRY IF I CUT IT OFF REALLY BADLY AAAAA TT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH AND I'M SORRYYYY

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

[sugarsfics]

Prom-posal

Summary: The Queen of the Nerds and King Steve have been secretly dating. Prom is coming up and he only has one girl on his mind

Trope: King Steve x Nerd!Reader; established relationship, but was enemies to lovers

Warning: Use of Y/n, bad writing/ bad grammar

Word Count: 800

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Steve was freaking out. He is car going over what he wants to say to you, how he wants to ask you. He was asking you to Prom. You and Steve have been secretly dating since the summer. You met during chemistry class last year, you tutor him, it was the beautiful enemy to lover trope. He’s king Steve you are the queen of nerds in high school that means arch enemies, for some reason he wanted to impress you so he would talk about his wealth and his basketball skills you saw it has him bragging and being self-center. That starts the war of snarky comments at each other, from lifestyle to the way you dress. He would tease you for your love for comics books and Star Wars. He would tease you for wearing glasses. He would tease you for making periodic table jokes that you only laughed at. Yet you were the first person he would tell when he got an A, yet when he needed to a tutor in math he asks for you, yet he would always look for you at prep rallies. Something came over him the day he got his final grades back there was only As and Bs on his report card, he made a b line for you knowing you would be in the science room. He found you a shove it in your face before you would yell at him, he kissed you, you didn’t pull a way you brought him closer all your frustration you had for each other left during the make out session. After he asked you on a date and the rest was history. You kept it a secret knowing Hawkins would blow up if two different cliques were to be together, also the relationship was just you and Steve, well you Steve and Dustin. 

Steve was going to ask you at lunch in front of everyone, he was tired of being a secret. He wanted to hold your hand at school, he wanted to kiss you in front of everyone, he wanted you to wear his leather man jacket on game days, he especially wanted to show you off in front of the nerds. He knew how the nerds felt about you, you were their queen, they all had fallen for you the same way he had fallen, your smartness, your wits, your beauty, you. Steve had overheard one of the more good-looking nerds, Mikey, saying that he wanted to ask you to prom and to be his girlfriend that made his blood boil, and he pushed the kid into his locker to relive some anger. After school he called the one he could trust the most Dustin, also he is always a nerd. Dustin helped Steve make his poster, Steve told him that he loved your nerdy jokes, the ones that he never got and only made you laugh. So, they came up with Are you copper and tellurium because you are cute Be My Date PROM, using the periodic elements, he knew you would love it.  

All the girls were freaking out when they saw Steve holding a poster, "Omg." Who is he going to ask? It must be me right. Their dreams were quickly shut down when he walked right past them, everyone followed who was King Steve asking he walked by the jock table, the cheerleaders, the popular girls, he was going all the way to the end of the cafeteria.  

You hadn’t noticed the commotion, you were too busy with your head in a textbook, you were helping Mary with her math homework, you didn’t notice the shadow that cast over you or the look of fear in the other’s eyes. Someone clearing their throat caught your attention, Steve. He turned the poster around to face you, everyone gasps reading He was asking the Queen of the Nerds your eyes widen this was such a pubic things “Y/N will you go the prom with me” before you could answer people started to laugh “Nice joke Harrington” is it a joke you thought, but you found your answer in his eyes they were so sincere practically screaming at you saying NOT A JOKE. “yes” you answered his smile reached his eyes then leaned in for a kiss, more gasps were heard. “No more hiding he whispered you nodded “Can I sit” he asked pointing to the seat next to you; you moved your bag and motion him to seat. He put his arm around you, everyone's eyes were still on you both “Yes we are dating move on with your lives” you exclaimed scoffs were heard by girls everyone still shock on what just happened. “Are you guys really together” Mikey asked “Yep she is all mine” Steve smirked kissing your forehead. “So, my next game...” 

Tag list @thefreak0fhawkinshigh

[m-jelly]

Zombie killing couple - How it started

Picture from dead island the game

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: modern AU, married couple, romance, love, fluff, zombie killing, holiday location, mentions of blood, surviving as a couple.

Concept: How it all started and how you and Levi survived the first outbreak on the day of your wedding.

Warnings: It's a zombie fic, so there are talks of blood and fighting against zombies.

Other snippet

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @youre-ackermine @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @li-anne @thebobaprincess @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

You let out a long sigh as your heart raced in your chest. You shook your arms as you fought your tears. You sat down at your makeup table and tried to control your breathing. You knew you wanted to marry Levi with everything inside you, but you were just nervous about being in front of everyone.

You and Levi had gotten married back home in front of both your parents. However, you wanted something separate with your friends because you had a lot. So, Levi thought it'd be fun to do something abroad for you to get married again in front of your friends, celebrate and then have a honeymoon right after at the same place.

"Sweetheart?"

You flinched and looked up to see Levi standing in the doorway in his perfect summer suit. "Honey."

He walked over to you and placed his hand on your upper back. "You look incredible."

"Thank you."

He crouched at your side. "Like a Queen."

You turned and faced him. "Sorry you were called to come here and see me."

He held your hands and kissed them. "Don't be sorry. I enjoy being with you and I know you don't like being the centre of attention. This is hard, but just remember I love you."

You smiled and kissed him. "Love you too."

Levi pulled you to your feet. "Come on." He led you outside into the hall. "After this, we'll go to our lovely hut together. I can't wait to have you all to myself for two weeks."

You hugged his side as you walked with him. "I can't either. It'll be so romantic."

Levi shifted you and him closer to the wall as a man stumbled down the hallway. "I'm looking forward to it too." He pressed you against the wall to hide you from the drunken man. He watched him go and stop a moment before throwing up. "Tch, idiot. It's only ten and he's shitfaced."

You looked back at the guy and frowned as he twitched a little. "He doesn't look right."

Levi stared at the man as he stood there twitching now and then. He squeezed you as the man growled a little. "We should get going."

You stumbled behind Levi as he pulled you down the hall. "What if he needs help?"

"Leave him be, okay?"

You hummed and walked with Levi. "Odd man."

Levi carried on walking with you until you were both outside. He smiled at your friends waiting. He led you down the path and released a long sigh as he got ready to marry you for the second time in front of his friends.

He smiled as he held your hands and got ready to declare his love. He leaned closer but paused before kissing you when he heard screaming in the distance. He lifted his head and looked out as your guests noticed more and more screaming.

You reached over and clung to Levi's shirt. "What is it?"

Levi held you against him. "I don't know." He frowned a little as he saw someone stumble towards you both and pause. "What the..." His eyes widened when he noticed the blood on their shirt and the discolouration in their skin. "Tch, shit."

The man screamed at you both before sprinting towards you both. You hurried forwards and grabbed a chair that a guest fell out of. You twisted your body in your light summer wedding dress and put all your weight into your attack. You slammed the chair into the charging man causing the chair to obliterate and the man to be sent flying to the floor.

Levi pulled you back. "The fuck is this?"

You panted a little. "Honey, I know this sounds weird and you might call me a nerd but" you pulled from Levi and grabbed a splintered leg from the floor before standing over the man "I think we have zombies."

Levi flinched when the man woke up and screamed at you, his veins were black, eyes empty of life and teeth discoloured. He reached for you but you were quick to plunge the wood through his head causing it to stop moving and flop back.

"Shit!" Levi yanked you away. "Love, we have to go." He cupped your face as everyone ran around you both trying to escape the infected racing towards your event. "We have to go. I need you to stick with me and then teach me everything you know about how to survive this shit, okay?"

You nodded as you held your husband's hand. "Yes." You kicked your heels off and started running with Levi.

As you both raced away from the event you saw infected people tackling, biting and clawing at people. Cars crashed against walls, buildings and other cars. Your hearts were racing as you just thought about keeping up with Levi as he held your hand tightly.

Levi pulled you against him and twisted you both before crouching behind a car as another car crash happened. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and gazed at Levi. "Levi, don't let one bite you, okay?"

"Promise." He moved away from you and peaked to see if there was a chance to run. "Other tips?"

"Head. Always go for the head. You can cut of limbs to slow them down, but going for the head stops them."

He hummed in response as he watched an infected race after someone. "So, we need weapons."

"We want things that make little noise. If we make noise, it could attract a swarm."

He let out a long sigh. "I can't believe you learned all this from video games." He smiled at you. "I fucking love you."

You crawled over and kissed him. "I fucking love you too." You looked up and gasped. "Levi!"

Levi grabbed the zombie and slammed its head into the window of the car over and over again until the glass smashed. He unlocked the car door, put the head of the zombie between the door and slammed the door hard until it's head popped sending blood and brains everywhere.

You clapped your hands. "Amazing."

Levi wiped the blood off his face and smiled. "Come on, we can run now."

You grabbed his hand and ran with him down to the beach. "Our hut will be safe. We have food, water and we can block the path to us!"

Levi scooped you up into his arms and sprinted faster. "Tch, I hope everyone made it."

You saw parts of the white sand you loved had been spattered in blood. "Levi."

"Focus on me, okay?"

You gazed at Levi and felt your heart flutter at how handsome he was. "You're so handsome."

Levi smiled a little. "Thank you." He ran down the long deckings and past huts until there were none for a bit and yours was a lone one. He put you on your feet and scanned the keycard for the hut. "Go inside and find some weapons. I'll put some bins and benches in the path to make a barricade."

"Be safe."

Levi kissed you before hurrying down the decking and moved bins, benches and anything he possibly could to make a wall so nothing could get to you both. He backed up and built a second wall. He looked his work over and strongly believed that you were going to be safe.

He hurried into the honeymoon hut to see you standing in your wedding night underwear. He eyed you in the special lingerie set. "Fuck, you are beautiful."

You smiled softly at Levi. "Why don't you come here for a closer look?"

He locked the door behind him. "I would love to explore every inch of you."

You gasped as he yanked you against him. "I know we're in a life-or-death situation and things could go wrong, but watching you fight those zombies and save my life..." you moaned "it was so sexy."

Levi roughly kissed you. "You were incredible too." He lifted you up and smiled up at you as you wrapped your legs around him. "Come on, our world could end any moment so lets live every day as our last."

You giggled as Levi carried you to the bedroom. "Yes, sir."

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Advent 23: Jingle Om - Part 2

Lister was going mad.

'Look at that, Kryten!' he hissed. 'Look at the way Rimmer and the Cat are bouncing around him like puppies. It's so sad to watch.'

'Indeed, sir,' Kryten agreed as he wiped the table in front of them.

'What's he got that I haven't?'

'Oh, lots of things,' said Kryten. 'Personal hygiene, dress sense, superior social skills, an engaging personality -'

'I have all of those qualities!'

'You do, but in smaller quantities. Earlier this evening, I overhead him discussing Risk with Mr Rimmer.'

Lister scoffed. 'He's into Risk? What a nerd!'

'His body language displayed subtle signs of being bored, but he chose to engage fully with the conversation, listened attentively, and asked questions to gain a deeper understanding of the game. Mr Danny may not like Risk but he was interested in understanding why Mr Rimmer does. He made him feel valued.'

Lister rolled his eyes.

'And right now the topic of conversation is fashion - the Cat's special interest. But look! Danny is constantly looking between the Cat and Rimmer. Everytime he notices Rimmer disengaging he gently draws him back in by asking for his opinion, knowing Mr Rimmer has an artistic streak. It's a balanced conversation and no one is feeling left out, it's masterful.'

Lister slumped back in his chair.

'I'm feeling left out,' he admitted. 'Don't look at me like that, Kryten. I'm all grown-up, I can cope with the guys being interested in someone new.'

'That's very mature of you,' said Kryten. 'And don't worry, the novelty will soon wear off and the Cat and Rimmer will soon come scuttling back to you.'

***

Lister sat alone in the bunk room, strumming away on his old guitar.

'Last Christmas I gave you my heart....but the very next day you gave it away...'

Think it sounded bad? Yes, but double the badness and you'll be closer to the mark.

Rimmer practically came bouncing into the bunk room. There was a rose tucked behind his ear. Lister almost snapped his guitar when he saw it.

'I like Danny,' Rimmer sniggered as he flopped over the back of the sofa. 'He's great, isn't he? He's into music like me, sang Bon Jovi just for me.'

Lister shook his head. 'I like classical music too!'

Rimmer slumped onto the seat next to Lister.

'You can't play,' he said bluntly.

'Did you find out how our lives diverged? I bet it was something hugely significant like I was adopted by a millionaire TV vet or I solved the murder of the Royal tortoise -'

Rimmer was shaking his head. 'No, no. No. Danny wrote a Christmas hit: Jingle Oms. Went straight to number 1, he's been living off the royalities ever since. It's quite catchy really: Jingle Oms, Jingle Oms, Jingle all -'

'You're joking!' Lister was appalled. 'That can't be it!'

'Sorry,' Rimmer shrugged. 'He got lucky. And he's not that good a guitarist either, first to admit it. But he's so charming and sweet and makes everyone feel good...He's been teaching me how to meditate. I never really understood it before, but the way he explains it, suddenly it makes sense.'

'Alright, alright, I get it! He's a saint!'

Rimmer stood up unsteadily. 'I'm going to bed...I didn't even drink but I feel awful now...'

'As your friend, your real friend, you're supposed to be taking it easy.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Rimmer muttered, waving a hand dismissvly. 'Don't be such a square....jingle oms, jingle oms....'

Lister jammed his hands over his ears.

***

The following evening, Lister wanted to scream when the bunk room door opened and Danny staggered over the threshold, carrying Rimmer bridal style. Lister felt his insides writhe at the sight of Rimmer with his arms hooked around Danny's neck, a length of purple tinsel hanging off his shoulder and trailing to the floor.

'What happened?' asked Lister. 'Did he drink too much?'

Danny grinned sloppily. 'Nah, guy's just wiped out exhausted that's all.'

He dropped Rimmer heavily onto his bunk and began tucking the blanket around him.

'He's not supposed to over doing it,' said Lister. 'He's not been well.'

Danny held up his hands. 'Sure, but he needs a bit of fun too, let off some steam. As the chocolate bar adverts used to say: work, rest, and play! Night night.'

Lister fumed silently.

***

'I don't like it, Kryten. I mean, I'm not going to tell Rimmer what to do, but it's weird, it's weird, right?'

Kryten shuffled. 'I'm sure it'll be fine, sir.'

'What? What are you not telling me?'

'After last night I checked on Mr Rimmer's Light Bee stats.'

'And?'

'It seems that since Mr Danny arrived....Mr Rimmer's stress levels have signifcantly decreased, while at the same time his happiness has increased....when Danny carried him to bed last night, the Light Bee began to generate high levels of oxytocin.'

'What?'

'Mr Rimmer has fallen in love with Danny.'

'What?'

'He is strongly attracted to your other self.'

'What?'

'His Hard Light drive is working over time sending dopamine, adrenaline, and oxytocin surging around his brain every time he sees or even thinks about Danny. He has the hots the Danny, he has fallen head over heels for Danny. He has fallen in love with Danny, Dave.'

'Wait, so Rimmer's in love?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Fine. Fine. Fine. And just to be clear, Danny is a real human, isn't he? And not some kind of polymorph or emotional vampire or some rubbish like that?'

'No, sir, the psy-scanner has made it quite clear that Danny is a true human being and - wait, no, the psy-scanner has just updated and good news for you, sir, he is a Touch Telepathist, possibly of the dark kind.'

'A what?'

'Touch Telepathy is a rare psychic ability found only in about 2% of the human population; they can read the thoughts of others simply by touching them. Some TTs use their powers for good, becoming Judges or therapists and so on; but others, use their powers for selfish reasons. The worst of them are so narcissistic that they actually posses the ability to manipulate the feelings of their victims, gaining their trust and adoration while draining them dry.'

'Danny's an emotional vampire?'

'Worse than that, sir. Dark TTs are barely human. Back in the 23rd century humans began to modify themselves, inserting GELF genes into their DNA so that they could become more powerful. But in doing so they are constantly in need of a power source in order to maintain their psychic abilities. Historically, Holograms are their favourite targets - often lonely, and vulnerable after death, and with Light Bees that can provide an endless supply of energy. They give all their love and affection to the vampire, get sucked dry, and are abandoned. And this was happening way back when Holograms had very few rights. They couldn't defend themselves.'

Lister rubbed his face, blood pounding in his ears. 'That smegger is supposed to be me? No, no way! He's nothing to do with me!'

'No, he's not, sir,' Kryten said reassuringly. 'None of us are responsible for what our selves do in their own dimension.'

'But he's not in his own dimension, is he, Kryten? He's in ours, lowering the tone! Where's Rimmer? We have to find him before he's sucked dry.'

'I believe they meet in the Parrot Bar.'

***

Danny ran a thumb over Rimmer's cheek.

'Oh, come on now, Arnie, just say yes. You don't want to feel lonely for ever, do you?'

'No,' said Rimmer.

'And you feel safe with me, don't you? You feel happy with me. You feel happy.'

Rimmer sighed. Every time Danny touched him he felt safe and happy and content. No one had ever made him feel like that before.

'Yes,' he agreed.

Danny smirked. 'Then say you'll come with me. Go on. You know you want to.'

Rimmer bit his lip. It was the smirk he didn't like. Not just that, but being told how he should be feeling. And hearing himself mindlessly agreeing with Danny - without an argument? That was unsettling.

'Arnie, you're keeping me waiting.'

'I want ice cream!'

A look of irritation flashed across Danny's face, but it was quickly hidden away. He took Rimmer's hands in his, rhythmically running his thumbs over Rimmer's knuckles.

'You can have ice cream when you say yes to me. When you say yes, then you'll truly be happy. Isn't that what you want?'

Rimmer giggled.

'No, I don't.'

Danny was confused. 'You don't what?'

'Happy,' Rimmer smirked. 'My brain never lets me be happy.' He snatched his hands away. 'You are an absolute creep!'

Danny leapt forward, grasping Rimmer's forearm. 'We'll do this the hard way, pal!'

Rimmer winced as Danny began diverting energy straight from the Light Bee's battery into his own heart.

'Let go!' Rimmer gasped, but Danny held onto him tighter.

'I could've made you so happy!' Danny snarled. 'You could've burnt out feeling loved and safe, but forget it! I'll just let you die feeling a total loser - no one will ever love you!'

Rimmer felt weak. A suffocating feeling of despair was settling over him like a heavy blanket.

'I'm alone,' he said flatly.

'Always,' said Danny. 'But don't feel too bad, Arnie, you're almost finished.'

Rimmer shook his head stiffly. 'No,' he said flatly. 'No, I'm not.'

'Why do you keep arguing back?!' Danny yelled at him. 'Just shut up!'

Rimmer thought carefully about his response.

'No,' he said.

Danny screamed in frustration.

'Just give up!'

Again, Rimmer thought hard about this. He was very tired and Danny's order still had a certain appeal, but obeying would mean being agreeable for once. Not really Rimmer's style. He'd rather die arguing for the sake of it.

'No,' he repeated, and switched into Soft Light mode.

Danny's hand fell straight through his, sending Danny falling head first from the table.

Rimmer dropped to the floor, panting. Danny snarled as he leapt forward, pushing both hands into Rimmer's chest and grasping his Light Bee.

'You didn't think that through, did you, Arnie?'

Rimmer switched back into Hard Light, trapping Danny's hands inside his own chest.

'What the hell?' Danny shouted.

'If you keep draining my Light Bee....' Rimmer gasped. 'It'll explode when it reaches 2% power....and even then it'll be enough to tear your smug head off your shoulders and embed itself in the wall....'

'Sounds good to me, Arn! I'm not going to let you win!'

Rimmer would have countered, yet again, but there was no time as Lister finally showed up to hit Danny firmly over the back of the head with a bazookoid. And then did it a second time, just to be sure.

Rimmer quickly brushed away his tears of relief.

'You're late, Lister!'

'Yeah, sorry about that,' said Lister. 'By the way you have a little...you've got a vampire stuck in your chest, man.'

Rimmer nodded. 'I know.'

***

They set the Dimension Hopping device to random mode before handcuffing Danny to it. Rimmer and Lister both took great pleasure in pressing the On button together, sending Danny flying off to some unknown world.

'Hopefully an unpleasant one,' said Rimmer dryly. 'Strange man.'

'Cat, how did you escape Danny's charms?' Kryten asked. 'For a short time, you seemed smitten too.'

The Cat shrugged. 'I'm a cat, we're indifferent.'

***

The next evening, Lister and Rimmer sat on the rail of the observation dome, sampling ice cream flavours from the different planets and moons of the Solar System.

'This is traditional Ioian ice cream,' Rimmer said, passing Lister a small tub.

Lister swallowed a spoonful and flapped his hand excitedly.

'It's spicy! I love it!'

'It's the only thing I miss from home,' Rimmer agreed. 'Spicy ice cream shouldn't work but somehow it does. If I ever go on Desert Islands Discs this is what I'd take as my luxury item.'

Lister laughed. 'Why would they have you on Desert Island Discs?'

'Because when I'm running the Space Corp, Listy, they'd be lucky to have someone as interesting as me on.'

'Fair enough. Still be curry for me.'

'Everyone knows that.'

'You'd come visit me on my desert island, wouldn't you, Rimmer?'

'Yes, of course. I mean, I imagine our desert islands would be next to each other, within swimming distance. A crashed Starbug lying in the sea...coconuts, mangos, fish, sun...'

'Sounds good. I could swim over to your island on tuesdays and you can come to mine on thursdays.'

'You know, Listy, it's almost Christmas day and you still haven't lassoed that moon for me.'

Lister sat closer to Rimmer.

'I'm getting to it. Just need to find the right one.'