#don't mind the eerie brightness of the photo

[xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now]

My son's pets have a pet. What is going on???

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 4

Homemade Meal [Yandere Girlfriend x Gn. Reader]

Using @ozzgin's prompt list!

yeah I'm like totally behind on yantober at this point, but I'm going to keep trying to write for it because I don't like the thought of quitting lmao. This one is kind of boring but I wanted to try something a bit different from what I usually do

Tipjar :)

TW! MDNI ! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Abusive relationship, manipulation, isolation, toxic af relationship, yandere

You're girlfriend isn't really happy about the fact that you've got a job...

2.7k words

Recently, Dannica was obsessed with this domestic shit, and it was pissing you off big time.

“One of us should stay home and look after the place.”

Oh please. Like either of you could afford to take care of two people. You worked a night shift at a convenience store, and your on and off again girlfriend did god knows what. She could be whoring herself out for all you knew. It didn’t matter. You couldn’t survive on your own, and she always managed to bring in just enough cash every couple of weeks to make sure neither of you starved. 

“Dis’ is bullshit…” You grumbled out, an unlit cigarette pressed between your lips as you held a lighter in one hand and your phone in the other. It was blowing up like crazy, eating up your already precious break time. 

Where are you?

Send me a photo.

Are you with someone?

Are you cheating on me?

Pick up

Now

I’ll seriously leave this time if you don’t

I love you

“Ugh, shut up,” You huffed as you put your phone on do not disturb and slid it into your pocket. Shielding the stick of tobacco with one hand, you lit up your menthol infused vice. Your bleak eyes stared out into the near empty parking lot, only occupied by your beater of a car, a raccoon digging through a nearby dumpster, a swarm of moths enveloping a street light like a halo, and yourself. Everything was bathed in an eerie, cold glow from the buzzing LED sign from the store. You inhaled before you let out a plume of smoke into the open air. You tilted your head back, letting it rest against the concrete wall.

Dannica had been getting worse recently. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you were getting into when you first started going out with her. She hit all the boxes of a crazy chick. Split dyed hair, tongue piercings, eyeliner so sharp it looked like it could kill a man. She had this look in her eye that had you drooling along like an obedient dog, pinning her to the wall and laughing at every other word she said. 

“You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

She was right, but you were far too drunk at the time to realize that.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as you stepped back into the store after grinding the last of the embers under your muddy, stained shoes. The bright, cold lights sucked up any last vestiges of your mind. Check the cameras, check the register, check the shelves… you had done everything that you needed to for the rest of your shift. Well, at least until the small amount of people would trickle in after all the local bars closed. 

3am. You only had to wait until 3am before you could go home. You would normally be excited, but there was a familiar seed of dread that was blooming into a full blown nausea. You stared down at the old, faded clock, watching with a bleak stare as your free time dwindled.

You just didn’t understand why she was so fixated on having someone be home at all times. It’s not like your place was nice. All the furniture was shitty and second hand. If anything was stolen, it would be a pain in the ass to replace, but it wouldn’t be impossible per se. You had no pets and no, god forbid, kids, so what was it? Why was she putting so much pressure on this whole thing. Plus, although she acted like she would be fine with either of you staying home, cooking, cleaning, and waiting eagerly for the other to return, you knew that the one person she wanted to have as little contact with the outside world wouldn’t be herself.

You blinked as a paper was slid onto the counter in front of you. You blinked in surprise as you looked at the intimidating man standing before you, wearing a black face mask and a dark gray hoodie. The random tightness of the fabric as he moved suggested that he was probably fucking jacked underneath his baggy attire. You looked up at him with a slow blink. When had he come in? The bell to the front door hadn’t even chimed.

“Bring these home.”

“What?”

You jumped slightly as he spoke. You looked down at the paper. It was a list of ingredients all scrawled in Dannica’s handwriting.

“Bring those home with you when you close up for the night,” He repeated before lighting himself a cigarette. Your nose wrinkled. There were like 50,000 no smoking signs in here. “If I were you, I’d shutter down and head back right now. I mean, if you don’t wanna lose all your privileges and all… Here,” He said and slid another item across the surface. This one was an envelope filled with a wad of cash. “She doesn’t want you paying.”

So you ended up sitting in front of your apartment complex, your car’s shitty engine still thrumming. There was a bag of the groceries she wanted in the passenger seat, and you gripped the plastic bag with a shaky sigh. 

It was like you were in a trance like state. Turn off the car. Go up the steps. Put the key in the lock. Turn it. 

The bag felt heavy in your hand, and the faded number painted on the door before you seemed like it was growing blurrier and blurrier by the second. You didn’t want to open this door. You didn’t want to go inside and face her and whatever this was. You hadn’t even mustered up the will to turn your phone back on. 

You could only imagine all the things she had sent you. Would she call you a slut again? Or threaten to destroy all your shit? Would she go through with it, like she had one time when you found your clothes all shredded?

Dannica hadn’t done anything wrong today.

Yeah, your girlfriend had been a bit annoying, sure. That was putting it lightly, honestly, but she really hadn’t fucked up crazily. She’d only… She’d only sent someone to your job… and threatened you with some vague punishment if you didn’t come home…

That couldn’t be good, and it certainly wasn’t healthy. After all you put up with, she thinks she can push you around by sending some lackey or friend or whatever after you? Not to mention, it pissed you off to no end that she got someone else involved in all your toxic, messy shit. That was it. You couldn’t go through with this when you were so aggravated. It would only make things worse. She made you worse.

You turned away to go back to your car, to figure out where you would go tonight, to really process the fact that you probably, most definitely, were done with all of this-

“[Name]? What are you doing out here? Come inside already.”

You listened. You didn’t know why but you did. Dannica stood there with her hands on her hips and a slight frown on her pretty face. You just stared at her, unmoving for a couple of seconds, before she huffed and reached out to grab you by the wrist and pull you inside.

“Are you dumb or what, baby? Ugh, see this is why I’m telling you that you should be the one to stay home… That place has got you all spacey and shit… not listening to me…,” she grumbled and shut the door behind you with a resounding click. The apartment was dingy for the most part, but it had touches of where you tried to make it look and feel more cozy with some cheap fairy lights strung up haphazardly. It used to feel more vibrant and homey, but after every argument, you’d find that another trinket would be shattered, or another photo of a loved one would mysteriously disappear. 

“Did you at least do what I asked you to?”

“Huh?” You finally snapped out of it and looked at her. She was all up in your space, caging you against the cheap, linoleum counter. Her manicured nails drummed on the surface, and she narrowed her eyes. You cleared your throat and shrugged.

“Dunno’... you kinda lit me up there so I just turned off my phone…” You answered and brought the bag up to set it down and start putting away the fresh stuff. Dannica’s expression brightened when she saw it, though, and you paused as a big, cheshire cat grin stretched across her lips.

“You did listen!” She gushed and hugged you suddenly, and you had to stop yourself from flinching too much.

“Oh.” You said, standing there a bit stupidly. Oh, indeed. It was like you didn’t even want to really consider that she had sent someone, that she had gone that far.  “Yeah that… Danni, what the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb. What was with that guy that showed up at my work? Who was he?” You asked and shook her shoulders just a bit to emphasize how seriously you were taking this. As much as Dannica hated the fact that you worked so late, in such a ‘dangerous’ area, and really the fact that you worked at all, she had never stepped over the line that you had firmly set once she started showing signs of her paranoia and clinginess. 

Never, ever show up to your work unless it was something serious.

The only time she had even come close to doing so was when she followed you to and from work one day to make sure you weren’t off cheating somewhere, so having her do this felt too much. You couldn’t not bring it up. You couldn’t not be angry.

“Hmm? Him? Oh… he’s no one, really. Just a … colleague,” She hummed as if she was bored, like you shouldn’t even bother to ask in the first place. Her gaze sharpened all of a sudden, and you could’ve sworn you saw a thought be processed in her mind in real time. “Unless… unless you want to know more about him? Why? Is it because you think he’s cute or something? What did you two talk about, huh?” 

“What? No it’s not-! You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. This is fucking stupid…” You muttered despite how pissed her expression was. Her grip grew stronger, and you shrugged it off as you moved to start putting away the groceries.

“It’s not stupid. I’m just trying to make sure we’re okay. Don’t you want that?”

“I didn’t realize me going to work meant we weren’t doing well. You know usually it’d be a good thing if the other person in a relationship isn’t a deadbeat…” You snorted, and Dannica put her hand over yours to stop you from dumping the vegetables into the Crisper drawer. A frown was etched on her face, mirroring your own. She wordlessly pulled out a piece of paper and slapped it down in front of you. Your lips curled back in disbelief as she tapped it with a sharply filed nail.

“Look…” She relented, or at least pretended to. “Just make this for me, kay? You can do that, right? I just want a good night, baby. No more fighting, no yelling. Can’t we just have a good meal?” Her words were like honeyed poison. You didn’t understand how someone could switch their tone so quickly. You turned your head away, just to escape from having to look at her, and actually read what she was trying to prompt towards you. It was a recipe for a meal. It wasn’t anything complex, just roasted vegetables and pasta, and it fit what she had made you buy to a tee. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Babe…” You mumbled. Your anger was being stamped out with every breath you forced yourself to take. You just needed to calm down. She wouldn’t stop bitching until you calmed down. “I’m tired-”

“You’re not that tired,” She jutted in, and you huffed. She brought out some pots and pans. “Just start the oven and cook,” she gestured to the crockery with an impatient, patronizing wave. You bit your lip in frustration.

“I don’t even want to eat right now. It’s 4 am. I just wanna go to bed.”

“So you don’t want to spend time with me then?” She accused, and you found your hands instinctively reaching for the cutting board and knife.

“What? I didn’t even say that.”

“But you meant it.”

“No? Danni, quit doing this shit. Just because you don’t get your way doesn’t mean I have to deal with you being all pissy. Look, I’m fucking making it, okay?” Each other word was enunciated with a swift thunk of a vegetable being sliced. You just wanted her to stop talking, to leave you alone, but you felt Dannica press up to your back. You felt her pouty lips against your shifting shoulder blades, and suddenly your already tiny apartment became a thousand times more cramped. Your skin crawled, and you tried to ignore how trapped you felt.

“Quit your job,” She said, not asked.

You stayed silent, though your muscles tensed and your heart hammered in your chest like a motor revving up. Your entire body was ready to spring, ready to just leave. You didn’t want to do this anymore, but it was like you couldn’t do anything but move with a molasses-like pace, grabbing the right ingredients, filling the pot, turning on the oven. You gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Her hands slinked down over your waist, settling on the bones of your hips and clinging as a second skin. Her breath was hot on your neck, and you felt her teeth nibbling gently. Her efforts soon grew larger, and you couldn’t help but feel like she was just trying to get a reaction out of you, so she could have an excuse to smush you further down into whatever she wanted. Her bites became sharper. She was eating you alive.

“Hey, baby, answer me,” she said again once you stood back from the stove. You were at the point in the recipe where nothing else could be done except to wait.

“I like working Danni,” you stressed, and you flinched when you heard how desperate you sounded. 

“I know,” she cooed. You felt like you were crazy. Why did it sound like she was the reasonable one here? While you were what, a hysterical thing that she was so kindly taking care of?

“I know, but it’s not good for us. And I think I’ve been pretty patient and good about it so far, but I’m not going to let you just ruin everything because you want a little extra money. I know you like being independent, but I can take care of you. You know that? You don’t have to worry with me, baby,” she murmured. Dannica was calm, almost even elegant, while she was shutting down your life.

“But you don’t earn enough to support two people-”

“I do,” She insisted, and her arms looped around your waist and squeezed ever so slightly. You wheezed, and you felt her smiling. You just stared at the wall, hoping that if you blinked and turned around, magically she wouldn’t be there anymore. 

“I can, baby. You don’t even know what I’d do if you would just let me.”

The pit in your stomach grew despite the warm, inviting aroma that started to waft up from the oven, the little clock you hand winded up ticking away merrily. Her nails drummed over your clothing, teasing with the waistband of your pants. You jerked away, and she pressed her sharpened digits further in. You hissed out in pain, and she let out a disapproving hum.

“Quit your job, baby,” she repeated. This time, it felt like more of a placated threat. “Or else.”

By the time the timer finally chimed out, and the meal was ready to be plated, you knew that you had no more room to argue.

[archenemyintellegence]

(3/2/2023)

Rant

Browsed through my old photos on Google Photos to delete some ancient photos, as the storage on my Google account is almost full.

I knew the condition for me was bad back then, but I never know it was that bad, as I have little memory of myself in those period of time. I know I was drowning in pain, but I didn't I was so deep into the waters. I know I looked like I was dying, but I didn't know it was that close. I am just so glad that I am still here, alive.

Things are not perfect now, but I am grateful thar I have the opportunity to feel everything, even for the pain, as I was stolen from life back then, feeling nothing. I am so happy that I am here again.

I always had a feeling that I have passed the lowest point, and all left for life is a bright path to success. I thought that it was a overly optimistic thought. But after the deep dive into the ancient photo album, I truly doubt that things can be worse.

Most of the photos were eerie, bizarre and had the piercing desperation that makes me uncomfortable just by looking at them. However, I recovered some funny memes while browsing through the photos, and also found an old album that I used to listen to. It's a shame that the part of memories containing me enjoying the music was stolen from me. But it's alright because I found the music again, and it is still enjoyable for me now.

Here's a song from the album. And I will end with a note for myself. Don't stop enjoying life, and feel everything. I love living, so fucking much.

[dreaming-of-assclass]

hey hey hey zaina! i’m back from the dead real quick to give you prompts 💕 can you do “i can’t wait until i have a car” for kimura + a student of your choice, and “is that a toast in your mouth?” for sugino + maehara? sending lots of love your way!! 💕🎉💕

AHHHH HI 💗💗💗 omg welcome back!!! how are you??? and ahh thanks for the prompts!! i decided to go with Yada as the student of my choice, and omg i love these! I always enjoy hearing from you! Sending you love too!!! 💕💕

Kimura + Yada - "I can't wait until I have a car"

…

Kimura wasn't usually the type to exaggerate often. As the son of police officers, he was raised to speak in a more blunt and...efficient manner. Whatever that meant.

He was used to conveying information through facts and objective observations. "I just tell it how it is," he laughed nervously when Kataoka came close to throttling him one time after he pointed out that she smelled like chlorine.

But right now, an exaggerative statement was the only thought in his mind as he gazed depressingly outside. Just beyond the protection of Yada's front porch, torrential rain fell like thick sheets.

"It's pouring," he breathed. "Like a literal waterfall out here."

Yada rolled her eyes and yanked his arm, ignoring his "ouch!"

"Don't be dramatic, it's literally the season for these storms now. They don't last long anyways. Now get back inside!"

Kimura followed her back into her house, instantly sheltered from the chaos that was reigning just beyond the door. The lights were dimmed downstairs, the only source of brightness coming from the kitchen.

Yada gestured him to sit down while she opened up her fridge. "What do you feel like having for breakfast?"

"Uhhh, anything is fine." His brain was still half-asleep as it was about 7am. "What do you want?"

Yada hummed. "I'll just grab some different leftovers and warm stuff up." She set to pulling out various containers and take-out boxes and putting them down on the counter.

"Can I help with anything?" Kimura felt his hands fidgeting, aching for something to do.

Yada glanced at him, her gaze flickering to his hands. "Sure, can you wipe down the table for me please?"

"Gotcha." He jumped up and gratefully took the cloth and cleaning spray from her hands.

Even though the only light was in the kitchen, it was still rather dark. Only a few windows in the house were open, but minimal light poured inside. The sky was clouded and gray as the storm continued.

Kimura wiped down the table thoroughly to the sound of rain falling outside, colliding against the roof and ground. Nearby, Yada fiddled quietly with the stove and plates. It was comforting.

He finished with the table. "Hey, do you want me to clean the floor too?"

She was occupied with stirring a pot on the stove, but still replied. "Sure. The broom is in the closet down the hallway."

"Alright, be right back."

He leaped onto his feet quietly as he walked quickly towards the hallway. It was still dark and Kimura couldn't help but feel a sense of eeriness creep up his spine. There were a few framed photos of Yada's family on the walls. He stopped in his tracks to examine them.

It looked like a typical nuclear family. Happy parents with a talented older daughter and an adorable son. They each smiled brightly in one photo, when both Yada and her brother seemed younger.

Then in every photo after that, the family's smiles became more and more forced. Basically grimaces. Kimura frowned as he saw a larger distance between Yada and her parents in the most recent one. They all seemed colder somehow.

Suddenly, a noise broke his thoughts and he paused, his heart racing.

It was muffled at first, coming from down the hallway. Then it repeated itself louder.

Kimura felt his heart pounding, but curiosity got the better of him. He walked slowly towards the noise, his footsteps practically silent. Thank you, Mr Karasuma.

The sound came back, this time much clearer. It was a voice calling out "Onee-chan."

Kimura pushed the door open without even thinking.

A little boy was sitting up in his bed, his lap covered by a thick blanket. There were stuffed plushies besides him, as well as various books and art supplies on the nightstand. He was dressed in a thin long-sleeve with a spaceship pattern on it.

His hair was the same dark brown shade as Yada's, but his eyes were a rich hazel brown. As his face contorted in confusion, Kimura recognized him belatedly as Yada's brother. Akihito.

Oh shit...

"Who are you?" Akihito demanded with a frown. His voice was incredibly soft.

"Um, I'm Kimura," he replied immediately. "I'm, uh, friends with your sister."

Akihito craned his head to see what could be behind Kimura and the door. "Where's Onee-chan?"

"She's in the kitchen. Do you want me to go get her?"

Akihito's eyebrows scrunched up as he considered the question. Then the words came out quietly and laced with trepidation. "Can you fix this for me instead?"

Kimura stepped closer, intrigued. "Sure. Fix what?"

The boy pulled out a book from the first drawer in the nightstand and handed it to him. "Here. The page is ripped and I can't read it now."

Kimura flipped through to the page he indicated, and sure enough, there was a large crease and rip on the page. It blocked out the words and seemed like a nuisance.

"Yeah, for sure! Got any tape in here?"

"I think it's on the desk." Akihito pointed towards the corner of the room, at the small desk sitting besides the window.

Kimura jogged towards the desk and pushed aside a few pens and markers. He found the tape dispenser and ripped out a large piece before securing it over the rip. He followed that with another piece to go on the back, keeping it stable.

"Here ya go." He smiled and passed it over back to Akihito, whose face lit up.

It was now that Kimura noticed how pale the boy was. His cheeks lacked the roundness and healthiness that most children had. There were dark circles under Akihito's eyes.

Kimura felt his chest tighten, a familiar memory coming to mind.

My brother is really sick, and I had to miss my exam to take care of him...

"Thank you," Akihito whispered.

"No problem, kiddo."

The door opened quietly, and they both snapped up to see Yada stepping in. Her eyes widened in slight surprise at the sight of Kimura.

"Oh, you're here," she laughed. "I thought you somehow got lost in my very simple house plan."

"I'm not that dumb," he grumbled, watching as she came over to Akihito's bedside.

"Hey, you," she said softly, running a hand gently through the boy's hair. "You feeling okay?"

Akihito nodded and her smile grew. "Is this the friend you mentioned before? The one with green hair who runs really fast?"

"Yup, it is him."

Kimura's jaw dropped. "You talk about me?"

Yada rolled her eyes, amused. "I talk about everyone. Don't feel special."

He dramatically touched his hand to his chest. "You've reached my heart, Yada."

He realized that the sound of the rain had lightened up considerably. One glance at the window confirmed that the downpour wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.

"Alright, Aki," Yada started gently, holding his hand. "We're gonna go to school soon. Mina-san will be here soon, and I'll be back later."

Kimura assumed that Mina-san was a caretaker or nanny of some kind.

"Okay, Onee-chan. Have a good day," Akihito replied softly. "You too, Kimura-san. And thanks again for fixing my book."

Kimura grinned at him. "No problem, kid. And take care, huh? Hope I see you again."

He waved and left the room to give the siblings some privacy, heading back to the kitchen. There was a spread of food on the table, and Kimura hadn't realized how hungry he actually was.

Leftover fried rice, toast with jam spread, a bowl of white rice and natto on top of it, miso soup. It was an odd arrangement but Yada did say she was grabbing whatever was in the fridge, and Kimura couldn't bring himself to be picky. He was starving.

"Well, dig in," Yada's voice returned and he whipped around to see her back in the kitchen. They both took seats at the table, and she spooned food onto both their plates.

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments, both relishing in finally filling their stomaches. After a bit, Kimura had to ask.

"So, is he gonna have to be alone...?"

Yada finished chewing her bite of toast before replying. "Just for a little. After we leave, Mina-san, his nurse, has a key and will get in. I just convinced him to go back to sleep until she comes."

"Ah...I see."

There was silence again, only the sound of raindrops falling on the ground outside filling the air. Until Yada broke the silence this time.

"Thanks for checking on him, by the way."

Kimura flushed. "Oh, I-"

She laughed. "I know you were being nosy, it's okay. Just...thank you for giving him company. I appreciate it a lot, you know?"

His gaze dropped down to his bowl, where he was absentmindedly stirring his spoon. Cubes of tofu swirled around amongst the herbs. "You're a great sister, Yada."

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, her eyes closing. "I really try my best."

"Well, I think you're doing a great job. And he thinks so, too."

"Thank you," Yada replied, her voice breaking slightly. It was such a small but noticeable contrast to her usual confident, steady, diplomatic tone.

They said nothing for a while, until Kimura felt bursting with questions again. Before he even opened his mouth, she cut him off with a sigh, "Shoot."

Kimura's eyebrows shot up. "How'd you know-?"

"I can tell you're probably wondering why the hell my house is so dark, where are my parents, what's up with the photos, yada yada." She smirked at her own wordplay.

"Well...damn. Yeah, pretty much."

She pushed aside her plate and rested her hands on her chin. "Both my parents are working. They have to do double shifts a lot to keep affording his nurse and medicine, all his treatments and the hospital bills."

Kimura listened quietly.

"Our house is dark because the light used to really bother him. Like it would send him into awful migraines." She paused. "Even when his light sensitivity went away, we just kept them dark. There's no one really here anyways, besides me."

Yada continued. "I just always feel so alone when I'm home. Like I'm the only one who bothers to still treat him like my little brother, instead of just some sickly patient. He's so much more than his illness!"

Her voice began to wobble. "He's the sweetest little boy in the world. He loves art and animals. He laughs at Spongebob. He gives the best hugs ever. He's so smart and kind and incredible. He will never be a burden to me, unlike what my parents think."

She stopped to rub her eyes, and Kimura was dismayed to see her fingers glistening with unshed tears when she pulled them away. His own chest felt heavy listening to her.

He imagined what it would be like if Brave were ever in this position. Chronically ill, in pain, and seen as little more than a responsibility and burden to even his own parents.

"He's an amazing kid," he told Yada, speaking completely honestly. "You're so lucky to be his sister."

Yada paused and her gaze met his. She smiled.

"I know."

...

Eventually, they had to get going and start walking to school. The two of them quickly finished breakfast and washed the dishes, briefly checked in on Akihito, before getting ready to head out.

As he pulled on his shoes, Kimura groaned at the thought of having to walk up the slippery and muddy mountain. "I wish Korosensei just flew us all up there."

Yada laughed besides him, pulling on her coat. "I feel like he would, as long as Karasuma-sensei doesn't know."

"God, I hope so." Kimura rose and stretched, confused when something solid poked his back.

"Here, take this," Yada told him as he turned around to see it was an umbrella. She was holding her own purple one in her other hand.

"Oh, thanks." He gratefully accepted it.

They stepped outside, and Kimura hungrily took in the scent of the rain everywhere. The rain had gone down and was little more than a drizzle but there was no promise that it wouldn't get worse again.

The sky had also cleared up a bit, now a lighter almost lilac-like color now. The clouds covered the sun, but it was now beautiful rather than chaotic, in Kimura's opinion.

They started walking down the street, watching as young children did the same across the road. Kimura's gaze fell on little kids who were jumping in puddles together as their moms followed with their schoolbags.

He didn't have to turn around to see Yada's melancholic eyes.

They were just nearby the main campus, on the sidewalk, when Kimura's bad luck finally caught up to him.

A car drove obnoxiously close and fast to the sidewalk, just over a large puddle, creating a splash that instantly soaked Kimura's legs.

"Oh, come on!" He yelled, jumping back. His pants had just been washed, for Goodness' Sakes!

The car kept driving on towards the parking lot. Kimura waved a fist angrily and yelled, "Asshole! Watch where you drive!"

Teppei Araki's head popped out of the backseat window, jeering at him. "Make me, loser!" It drove on, eventually leaving their sight.

"Piece of shit," he grumbled.

Yada gently placed her hand on his shoulder, but she was still fighting the urge to laugh. He could tell. "Relax, we'll get back at them another time. Just slander one of his articles or something."

"I guess so," Kimura muttered, glaring at his pants. Maybe it wasn't the biggest deal. Korosensei would just give him a pair of PE pants while washing and drying these ones.

"Why do these things always happen to you?" Yada wondered.

He threw his hands up. "You tell me! It's me and Okajima. We get the brunt of all this bad luck."

"Maybe you pissed off a God or something in your past life." They started walking again, and Kimura forced himself to try and ignore the looks he was getting for his drenched pants.

"Or something." He flipped off one guy who was laughing. "God, I can't wait until I have a car."

Yada raised an eyebrow. "That's a long wait, Kimura. Basically like 4 years."

"Not really, I mean I just need a car. I know how to drive." The gears in his brain started turning.

She stopped and stared at him, unconvinced. "Do you really?" She asked dryly.

"Yeah! I've driven my dad's cop car a few times."

"In a parking lot or actual driving?"

He deflated. "...Parking lot."

She laughed. "It's not like a car would bring you up a mountain anyways."

"Can you just me live, Yada? Let me live in this fantasy world where I have a sports car and zoom past those assholes at this campus."

"You know, Bitch-sensei knows a lot about fancy cars."

He whirled around. "Really? Wait, she has connections too. Do you think she could hook me up with a Lamborghini?"

"I said absolutely none of that, but sure, we can ask."

The two of them kept walking as the rain eventually came to a stop and sunlight poured back over them. By the time they reached the classroom, their umbrellas were put away and Kimura's pants had dried up.

And their friendship was even more strengthened.

Sugino + Maehara - “Is that toast in your mouth?”

…

He was late. Running extremely late, actually.

Maehara was a flurry of chaos on this particularly morning. And he wasn't sure why. He woke up on time, did his skincare routine, got dressed...

Oh, and he was finishing a rather urgent assignment that he'd neglected for over two days.

Goddammit, Hiroto. You've outdone yourself.

He was crouched over his floor, scrambling to scribble down the answers with his hairbrush handle in his mouth and his brain struggling to work properly.

Divide this number. Now apply the quadratic formula. Don't forget the plus and minus, you dipshit.

Honestly, Maehara could live with a low grade. But now that he'd already destroyed his morning trying to fight for this assignment, he felt determined to finish it.

"Hiroto!" His mother called from downstairs. "Your breakfast is getting cold!"

"Alright, ma, I'm coming!" He yelled back, removing the hairbrush from his mouth. He tossed it over his shoulder and continued working on the paper.

I'm almost finished, I'm almost finished, I got this-

His thoughts were interrupted by a call coming from his phone, specifically the loud "Material Girl" ringtone saved for Sugino.

Maehara leaned over and grabbed his phone as Madonna’s voice continued. He squished the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he continued jotting down the rest of the last formula. "Heyo!"

"Dude, I'm gonna be at your house in five minutes." Sugino's voice was slightly drowned out by the sound of cars rushing by, but Maehara still made out the main message.

Get your ass out the door SOON.

"Are you ready?" Sugino asked.

Maehara laughed, hoping it sounded convincing even though he was dying inside. "Yeah, no worries, man. I'll be outside my house soon. Let me know when you're here, though."

"Alright, see you, dude." He hung up.

"Dammit, what does this mean again?" Maehara asked aloud, faced with the remaining part of his equation. He twirled his pencil impatiently, a small part of him tempted to ask Karma.

Then the thought struck him as completely absurd. HA! Karma would sooner sabotage me than help!

But his options were limited. Isogai already refused, Nakamura told him to suck her hypothetical dick, Nagisa wasn't available, and Chiba flat-out said no, as well.

He growled, pulling out his calculator from beside him. Screw them all! I'll finish this myself!

"HIROTO!" His mother shouted again downstairs.

"I'M COMING, MA! I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME!"

He punched in the numbers into the calculator with an almost animalistic desperation, especially since Sugino was on his way. I'm sorry for cheating in advance, Korosensei, but I had to choose survival.

Maehara finally completed the last problem and crammed the paper into his backpack in triumph. "Finally!" He cried, almost wanting to shed tears of relief.

He leapt up and took a look at the mirror, checking his face for any lotion that didn't get rubbed in, or if his hair was intact. Both were fine. He still combed his fingers through just a little, feeling the gel he'd put in earlier and adjusting it.

Then he threw on his sweater vest and grabbed his backpack before rushing down the stairs. On his way, he got another text from Sugino.

I'm outside, it read. Maehara pocketed the phone and made his way to the kitchen.

"Alright, alright, I'm here!" He shouted. "I gotta take this to go, though. My friend is outside."

His mother's back was turned to him, as she continued frying up some eggs. "Oh, why not invite him inside for breakfa-?"

Her voice cut off as she turned completely to the sight of Maehara, but he paid no mind. "I would, but we're in a rush, ma. I'll see you guys later."

He grabbed a glass of orange juice on the table and chugged it down. His mom continued to stare at him. "Hiroto, you-"

He waved her off, wiping his mouth off once he was done. "I know, it won't happen again. Anyways, I'll pick up your dry-cleaning on my way home from school, ok?"

"Son, you-"

He grabbed a toast from the table. "Bye, mom!" He stopped to glare at his sister, who was laughing so hard she was falling off the chair. "I don't know what's so funny but you look stupid as hell right now."

She stopped to stare at him incredulously. "I look stupid?" She shared a look with their mother before laughing again.

"Weirdo," Maehara muttered as he dashed off, stuffing the toast in his mouth.

“Hiroto, you-!” His mother tried again but he was already out the door.

He jogged over to the fence in the front of his house, and sure enough Sugino was leaning against it on his phone. "Yo!" Maehara called out, although it was muffled.

Sugino's head snapped up, but his mouth fell open at the sight of him. The baseball player's eyes widened and his phone fell into his open bag. Then his eyebrows furrowed in total confusion and his mouth closed, then opened again like he was about to speak.

Maehara frowned. What's the weird look for? Was his hair messed up? Eyebrows not on fleek? Any stain on his shirt?

Finally, Sugino pointed at him. "Is that toast in your mouth?"

Oh. Maehara quickly pulled it out sheepishly. "I grabbed it in a rush," he explained, before taking another bite of the buttery bread.

Sugino nodded slowly. "Uh-huh...okay. Well, also you're not wearing any pants right now."

Wait. What?

Maehara looked down in horror, anguished to see the sight of his donut-printed boxers instead of khakis. "WHAT THE FU-?"

He dropped his toast and ran over to one of the large potted plants outside his house, kneeling down to cover himself. "DUDE!"

"What?!" Sugino asked, his shoulders shaking with silent mirth as he followed.

"Why would you point out the toast in my mouth before the fact that I'm literally half-naked?!"

"I'm sorry, okay? It just caught me off-guard," Sugino burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "Like bro, are you trying to be Naruto or something?"

"No!" Maehara cried, covering his face. Now he knew why his mother and sister reacted the way they did. He forgot to put on pants of all things.

"This is real life, not an anime, and you're not the main character."

"I know!"

Sugino's laughter died down and he gestured to the house. "Just go get a pair quick. We gotta start getting to the mountain."

Maehara groaned, already mentally preparing himself for the embarrassment he was gonna get from his family. "Fine...but do you think if I walk like this, I might get some girls?"

"No," Sugino responded dryly. "Absolutely not."

[lustbile-archive]

Abandoned

MarkxReader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary/Warnings: Smut. Exploring an abandoned building with your friend on halloween sounds like a terrible idea, but what happens isn’t terrible, only incredibly weird. Monster!Mark. (also I feel like this may be the weirdest thing i’ve written so take that as you will)

Part 2 Here

This is the final installment of my halloween fic week. Info about blurb night here

You’re not sure why you let your friend convince you to go in the abandoned building at all, but on halloween night of all nights, you’re sure you must have had a death wish.

Firstly, the building didn’t even look safe. Even on a good day with the sun out and the birds singing, the building was old and run down, the only thing really remaining being a rotting shell. And the building itself even had a reputation. Older people in your town spread rumors about monsters that lived there and accidental deaths that occurred when there was still work being done within its walls, and of course you never took it to heart, but something about the chill in the air and the nature of the holiday made the old wives tales swirl in your mind and tug at your nerves.

But regardless of your fear, you went anyways. Your best friend had a sparkling look in her eye that made it virtually impossible to deny her of a creepy venture into the hazardous building, so with an agreement that you couldn’t leave each other’s sides and a 30 minute time limit, you hesitantly entered one of its broken door ways.

It wasn’t bad at first, enough so that you didn’t even feel scared anymore. Yeah it was old, and gross, but still empty. Wood creaked and the floor sunk in a few places, mysterious dried liquid dripped from the floors above and there was a faint stench of rotting, but in the end it was just a building.

As you walked through the rooms, each of you trying to find the grossest thing to jokingly gag at, you could feel your guard falling. Even a large rat running past you only got a yelp from the two of you, but you continued on.

And maybe you got too comfortable. You and your friend would take turns running ahead a few times, hiding behind walls to jump out at each other, and the 30 minute time limit was long forgotten, the you that existed before you entered the building would be disappointed. But the you that existed before you entered would be downright disgusted by what you did next.

“It looks so pretty,” you drawl out with a grin on your face as you stand in one of the building’s many hallways, the glimmering glass that’s scattered on the floor of the room catching your eye as you stare through its door’s small window.

“I dunno,” you friend hesitates as she squeezes her face next to yours, “it’s pretty and all but I’m afraid it could cut up my feet, like there’s so much glass.”

“That’s what you get for wearing sandals to go through an abandoned building you freak,” you tease as you pull away from the window, a faux look of disappointment on your face, “c’mon I just wanna get a couple of pictures please?”

“And no ones stopping you,” she retorts as she mirrors your stance, “I’m just not going to go in with you because I don't want bloody feet.”

“Are you serious right now?” you gawk, a petulant pout falling on your face, “you promised we wouldn’t split up.”

“And we don’t have to,” she says before turning to walk away, her smug voice carrying over her shoulder, “it just depends on how badly you want that picture.”

You standby there for a moment, watching her slowly retreating form with your arms crossed defiantly over your shoulders . You glance between the dark corridor that she enters and the room to your side a few times before you huff.

“Well, don’t go too far!” you yell out before turning and opening the door, “I’ll just take a few pictures so I won’t be long!”

You only hear her response of agreement faintly as the door shuts behind you, the heavy metal closing with a loud bang and making you jump.

The air is a few degrees cooler than it was in the hallway, the bite of it making a chill run up your spine. Your hand shakes as you pull your phone from the pocket of your skirt and squat down to begin taking pictures.

The flash of your phone makes the glass shine beautifully, a bright shimmer that makes small rainbows dance across the walls. Your shoes drag through the piles of glass as you move around, a quiet crunching noise following you everywhere you move.

You’re moving to the far corner of the room when you see it, a pitch black closet that’s missing it’s door, the placement of it making it impossible to see from the hall. Just looking at it makes your skin crawl, and you stay with your back pressed to the opposite wall.

“Just a few more,” you murmur to yourself, squatting down again to get a better angle. Your flash only goes off a few times before you see it.

You try to tell yourself that it’s just your imagination, that the eerie feeling of the building and the fact that you’re on your own is just making you see things. But as you lift your phone towards the doorway of the closet and take another picture you see it again for the split second the flash is on.

You’re frozen in your spot and your stomach turns as your brain tries to wrap itself around what stands in front of you. The outline of a figure burned into your eyes as you felt your rapidly beating heart clog your throat.

You try to convince yourself that maybe it’s an old vacuum or broom that you saw incorrectly, but as you find the strength to lift your phone to check the photo you feel nauseous when you see him clearly.

“Did I scare you?” a soft and concerned voice sounds from the closet making you yelp as you jump to stand, the sound of your phone falling to the floor and cracking on impact ringing out.

He creeps from the dark, entering the dim lighting of the room as the full moon shines through its window. His face is slim, and his eyes are wild as he watches you, his feet moving slowly and dragging on the floor with an inhuman gait as he walks closer. You’re backed into the corner of the room as you watch him approach you as if you’re a spooked animal.

“I didn’t think you’d see me,” he laughs quietly but you're too scared to respond, your voice completely lost as you watch the boy creep towards you.

“Don’t talk much huh?” he asks, the smile on his face growing unnaturally as he speaks, the sight of him making your face grimace and press harder into the wall as you try to create more distance between you.

It’s not that he was ugly, no if he was normal you would think he’s really cute. But there was something wrong, something off. The way his shoulder slumped and his legs carried him, his smile that stretched across his face too wide and his eyes that shake and burn into your skin as he watches you. From a distance he would look like a normal boy, but as he gets closer, only a few feet at this point, there’s a nagging voice in your mind that tells you that whatever stands before you, is not human.

“Wow,” he speaks as his eyes trail the length of your body, his stare making a weird heat spread over your skin, “you’re so pretty.”

Your heart drops at his words, not only what they mean but also what follows. He’s only an arms length away, and when he’s halfway through the last word, a thick black liquid spills from his mouth.

There’s a soft pattering sound as the liquid hits the floor in drops, the sight of it making your mouth hang open as your lunch turns in your stomach. You can feel your body tremor as you try to connect what’s happening in front of you in your brain.

“So, so pretty,” he continues to mutter as he gets in your personal space. The liquid that bubbles from his lips with every syllable is completely void of any smell as his face moves only inches away from yours, but his eyes ignore yours as they widen with confusion as his are trained on your chest and torso.

“I’ve never been this close to someone else before,” he admits before his hands start to tug at the hem of your shirt. The shock of the situation continues to stop you from speaking, but it’s when his hands start to trail up your stomach and towards your chest, that you start to believe that you’re some sort of deprived. Something about the heat of his hands runs a shiver up your spine, and when they press against your chest, you let out an involuntary whimper.

“Can I see you?” he asks, moving his eyes to meet yours and his hands to the buttons of your shirt. You’re not sure what makes you nod, but the movement is happening before you can think about what the question entails. The grin that pulls on his face in response makes your blood cold, and his nimble fingers begin to pop open the buttons of your shirt one by one.

“Wow,” he whispers out once your shirt hangs open, your bralette being the only thing covering your chest. He doesn’t show any interest in removing the fabric, but his hands return to pet over your skin.

There’s a heavy pause where his hands grope and mold over your skin, and you only stand still as he moves against you. With the black that drips from his lips and the way he stands before you terrifies you, but you also feel disappointed in yourself as the feeling of his hands makes your muscles lose their tension and your eyes fall closed.

After a moment of his hands exploring you, you feel his eyes return to your skin. You slowly peak your eyes open, and when they connect with his, you take in a shuddering breath.

He doesn’t speak, just stares at you for a moment, his intense eyes making you feel like whatever is happening before you isn’t real. The way he watches you makes you feel like maybe he can hear your thoughts, as you can almost see the gears in his head turning as he thinks. You’re about to try to speak again when he lunges at you and his mouth latches on the side of your neck.

You let out a loud gasp at the heat of his mouth suddenly on your skin. A part of you thought he was going to bite you, rip out your throat with his teeth even, but all you feel is his tongue starting to lap at the skin and the warm liquid streak up your neck.

He groans against you, his mouth kissing and sucking at the skin of your jaw. You feel yourself melting against the feeling, almost fully succumbing to the feeling when you notice it start to get weird. His tongue begins to lick at the place that his mouth covers, slipping past his chin a few times, but after a few heavy licks, you feel it gaining more surface area.

While his mouth stays on and around the same space of your jaw, his tongue has begun to reach the center of your neck, and before you can comprehend what is happening, you feel the tip of his tongue flicking against the other side of your neck.

If the black liquid from his throat wasn’t enough of a hint, his inhumanly long tongue was enough to tell you that the boy against you isn’t human. The voices in your mind start to argue, one yelling that you should have never split away from your friend and you should shove him off you and run away, the other telling you to admit the truth. The truth is you don’t hate the feeling. His mouth is eager and whatever liquid that’s started to coat your skin is warm and slick. His wandering hands has you squirming and panting into the air, and there’s a part of you, a part that feels dirty and terrible, that enjoys what's happening with the creature that lives in this abandoned building.

You let out a soft moan as his mouth moves down your neck, his tongue following suit as it licks down to your collarbones and the center of your chest. With curiosity you tilt your head slightly to look at what he’s doing to your skin, and you’re greeted with something you fully expected but still fills you with disbelief.

His tongue looks like a normal tongue, soft and pink, the only difference is its unnaturally long length and the sharp tapered point it ends with. You also quickly notice that the liquid that pours from his mouth is now coating your entire torso, dripping down your chest and stomach and even begins to stain the waistband of your skirt and drip on the floor between your feet.

You move your head up to stare at the ceiling, hoping the lack of visuals would help you convince yourself that what's happening to you is normal. Your curiosity takes over though when his traveling mouth reaches your stomach, and your shaking hand moves to touch the liquid that remains on your neck.

It’s begun to cool from the night air. It’s thick and sticks to your fingers slightly as you move your hand to hold in front of your face, and the black color is so dark and saturated, it almost looks like a hole to the void has been bored into the tips of your fingers.

You’re so distracted by the slippery substance that coats your fingers, you don’t feel his hands lifting your skirt. You don’t even notice his mouth pressing against the skin of your thighs, until they brush against your inner thigh making you jump.

Your hand falls, and you quickly look down. Your skirt obscures the top of his head, but you can still feel as the tip of his nose digs into the seat of your underwear and he takes a breath in.

“You smell very good,” he compliments, and you can't help the way your legs try to slam shut around his head and your skin warms in shame, “can I take these off too?”

His head pops out from under your skirt quickly as he asks, and you feel your heart clench slightly as something about it is weirdly cute. Again, you feel yourself nodding instead of verbally responding, but he only grins and returns to his place between your legs at the motion.

His hands waste no time in shoving your underwear to the ground, and while you fully expected it, you jump again when his nose presses against your bare skin.

You let out a squeak of shock when you first feel his tongue, the warm muscle only slipping partially out to lick at you. He must enjoy what he finds, as he happily hums before the full length of his tongue is covering you.

It never leaves your skin as he licks up the length of you, its long size keeping at least some of it on your skin every time. Your legs shake as his saliva and the liquid drenches your skin, the sheer amount coating you and dripping down the inside of your thighs. You think you may go crazy just by the situation itself, but also from the way his tongue covers you enough to lick at your entrance and clit, and even slipping further back than you had anticipated.

He hums against you, the vibrations sending a shot to your neglected clit, and you return to yourself enough to realize he may not know exactly what to do.

You notice that your hand continues to resemble a leaf as it shakes as you reach down. Your fingers grip harshly as you lift your skirt, and you're greeted by him tucked between your legs with his eyes shut tight. It throws you a bit to see him enjoying himself so thoroughly that you have to pause before you do what you were thinking.

“Here,” you whisper as you hesitantly tap at his forehead, your voice strained from the lack of use. He leans away almost immediately, his tongue slithering back into his mouth and his eyes opening wide with curiosity at hearing you finally speak, “r-right here.”

Your forearm holds your skirt against your stomach as your fingers tap gently at your clit. His eyes follow the motion, his head tilting softly as he looks at what you touch, before he’s looking at you again in curiosity.

“What about it?” he asks slightly confused, “does that part feel good?”

“Yeah,” you respond, your voice still quiet and scared, but he only shows you his too wide smile in return.

You only get a bob of his head as a warning before he moves back onto you, his mouth immediately latching onto your clit. Pleasure shoots up your spine as he starts to suck at the bundle of nerves, and your hands move to hold onto his hair before you can even think about it being the first time you touch him.

You push him against you, your hips moving slightly as his tongue roams the exact spot you pointed to. You're already enjoying the feeling much more than you had expected, but when his tongue slips out again to wander, you feel delirious.

The longer muscle licks at you desperately, the end of it prodding at your entrance as he finds it's the source of the arousal that spills from you. His hands move to wrap around your thighs, and you fear he’ll begin to suffocate himself with how deep he presses his face into you.

His tongue is a lot stronger than you thought when you feel it start to slip inside you, the thick muscle throwing you off as it reaches deeper and deeper inside. He groans loudly, gross slurping noises following, as his tongue begins to move in you, the muscle starting a soft twisting and thrusting motion against your walls. The feeling in you is far different than anything you’ve felt in your life, and combined with the way he keeps his hot mouth attached to your clit, you feel like you’re losing your mind.

You’re grateful for his hands as they hold you up as your legs become weak. Uncontrollable noises fall from your lips, encouraging him to fuck the dark liquid into with his tongue. With your whimpering and cries, you momentarily remember your friend as she wanders the hall, and you beg that she can’t hear what happens between you and the mysterious creature between your legs.

Your toes curl in your shoes as his nails start to scratch at your skin, and you feel your face start to scrunch up tightly as the pleasure builds an aching knot in your stomach. Your hips move with the motion of his tongue as it pulls you apart. If the length of it was jarring as it wrapped around your neck, it was even more intense as if pushed and licked inside you. You shake and jump as he curves it to press perfectly into the hypersensitive spot that sits in you, and you fear that you may rip his hair from his scalp from the way you fist at the strands.

Your eyes begin to roll back in your skull as the pleasure begins to get too much, the foriegn feeling of his tongue and the heat from his mouth and the liquid makes you feel gross and dirty in the best way. You’ve seemed to have lost access to your voice once again, as when you try desperately to warn him of what is about to happen, only squeaks and whines come out.

You feel his tongue twitch inside you in his surprise as you start to come, your walls fluttering around him and your moans growing in volume as the feeling consumes you. You feel yourself jerking uncontrollably as he only groans at the sight and feeling of your orgasm overtaking you, and his licking only grows in speed as he carries you through the feeling.

The tugging your hands deliver on his hair gets harsher as you try to pull him away from your body. He hesitates, his tongue still licking to collect as much of your come as possible, before he finally moves away. You shiver as his tongue slips from your body, your legs trembling at the small sparks of pleasure it hits you with.

His face is covered with your arousal and the black liquid as he stares at you from his place on the floor, his weird grin getting slightly more endearing every time you look at it, even with his sharp teeth stained with black. He clambers to his feet and presses his face close to yours as he speaks.

“Did you like that?” he asks, seemingly oblivious to the way you pant and slump against the wall. His eyes sparkle as you nod softly, “cool, that’s so cool. I didn’t know people could do that. Can I do that?”

A soft puff of air leaves your nose in a laugh as your head shakes in confusion, “I.. I dunno.”

“Do you think we can tr-“ he starts to ask, when there’s a loud crash from the closet that he came from. He immediately straightens, a look of shock crossing his face before morphing into one of disappointment. His head to turns to look at the closet for a moment before he sucks on his teeth and turns back to you.

“Maybe some other time,” he suggests as he starts to move away. He stops with a jump as if he remembers something important, “there will be another time right? You’ll come see me?”

“I mean, I don’t,” you stutter as you stand, the strength returning to your legs, “I mean sure? I guess?”

“Cool,” he smiles walking away again, “just meet me here whenever, i’m the only one who comes out here.”

You can't help but be reminded of your friend as you whisper an ‘okay’ at his retreating form. The room feels colder once he’s gone, much more quiet too with his mouth no longer on you, and you almost begin to think none of it ever happened in the first place.

Part 2

[hcneymilkks]

NIGHTSHIFT

NOTE: the male character is based off of three idols (the love child lmao): STRAY KIDS Minho, ATEEZ San, and ONEUS Ravn (aka all of them who are tryna kill me in general) 

ALSO PHOTO IS NOT MINE!!! (Credit to @in-correctskz)

MASTERLIST

SYNOPSIS: Rule number one, do not ever walk in the dark by yourself on a full moon.

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The clock struck midnight, the wind blowing, shaking the leaves off of the withered trees. A full moon was present, howls surrounding the neighbourhood. The small town of Cottonwood had an eerie feeling, chills running down her spine.

She could play her cards right and wait at the 24hour cafe, call her parents to pick her up. Or she could risk it all.

"It's only a five-minute walk, what's going to happen then?"

But five minutes was enough for her to regret her decision.

A cut on her hand and a migraine were what she woke up with the next day. Her mind was blurry with thoughts of what had just happened the night before.

Walking, walking, walking.

A stinging pain.

A blurry figure.

A wisp of a kiss, her lips still remember the burning taste.

Just what did she do?

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More cuts, more kisses of flames.

Her mouth moving but she heard no words.

A smirk from the figure. Closer and closer it came.

A burning pain from her wrist to her spine, her knees growing weak with each breath she took.

Panting, her eyes snapped open to a familiar sight. Again, she had a migraine, but something was different.

She looked to the left of her room, there a wisp of black evaporating into the air. She turns to the right and is face to face with wisps of black and a mask.

She screams and brings out her bat, trying to wack the figure but fails as it floats to the other side of the room with no damage.

"What in the world are you?"

"Your soulmate."

She scoffed. "Cut the jokes, clearly my soulmate would be a human right?"

The black wisps came closer to the mask, creating an outline of a body. Soon, white shoes, blue jeans and a black t-shirt started to appear. Toned muscular arms and legs, and black hair with red streaks came into view.

Still, with the mask, the now human figure came closer to the girl, her holding the bat to create a barrier to protect herself as if it would. The smell of mint invaded her nose, the figure (resembling a handsome man) pulled out the mask to reveal two different coloured eyes. One black as night, with a little glint of mischief. The other a glowing bright red, thumping as a heart would.

He smirked, showing pearly white teeth. Usually, other people would run away as fast as lightning, screaming that witches were still alive. Their lives would end shortly after in a blink of an eye, their soul disappearing as if their life never existed in the first place.

As for her? She didn't move nor speak, only blinked her eyes. Once, twice.

He carefully moved away the bat and brought a finger to her chin. Without any hesitation, the figure leaned in gave a kiss, draining all of her energy once more. She closed her eyes and slumped against him, little snores filling the room.

"When you wake, we will talk."

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A pounding headache, a parched throat, the burning on her lips.

Just what is happening?

She jolted awake again and felt a presence near her. Pointing a figure, he came out of the shadows and into the light, showing a smirk.

"Good morning."

"What have you done to me!" she tried to stand but fell right in his arms, her face starting to heat up. He may be handsome but his aura says something completely different. "I want answers you monster."

He held his hands up in surrender, helping her up and sitting down on her bed. "First of all, you were the one that caused all of this."

"Me? No way. Why would I?"

He tilted his head. "You don't remember from three days ago?"

"All I remember was walking down an alleyway and then waking up in my bed with a pounding headache and a cut on my hand." She crossed her arms. "Did you touch me!?"

"Okay calm down let's start slow. First, My name is Rhyno, but you can call me Raven. What happened three days ago was that you walked into a territory dominated by creatures of the night. That alleyway is a trap for innocent humans that we feed off of."

Her guard was slowly let down, more intrigued in the story. "What kind of creatures?"

"Oh, you know the usual. Vampires, werewolves, demons, zombies. But for us to stay alive, we must hunt each night. Each kind of creature takes turns on identifying the prey, that night it was the demon's turn and that's where you come in. You see, when we feed on humans, they don't ever make it out alive. But you, you're different. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time and I didn't want you to end up like that. So I took matters in my own hands and.....claimed you as mine. The cut on your hand and the migraine you had the next day was from me."

She slowly moved away, making an X with her arms while hugging herself. "O-okay so I almost died, thanks for saving me by the way. You're a demon, and you claimed me? What does that mean?"

He ruffled his hair and bit his lip, unable to form the right words without making it sound so wrong. "You're ah, my soulmate. I feed off of your soul and energy so I can have the strength and in return, you are protected from human and inhuman alike."

She looked at him with wide eyes, holding a gasp in. "MY SOULMATE IS A HANDSOME DEMON?!"